sherlockholmesfanart:

teabeforewar:

Mending a broken heart.

Spawned off of the red string of fate thing, more or less.  I have a stack of things that I should be working on… and instead here I am drawing this weirdness, because the image wouldn’t leave me alone.

*unintelligible noise*

Fuck, but I love this. Is there fic for this? I know there’s magical realism fic involving hearts in some way, but is there specific fic where John is mending Sherlock’s heart?

warning for slight gore.

I want to write this so bad I cannot even.

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moonblossom:

linpatootie:

ishouldbebritish:

holmes-and-watson:

wholockiankpoper:

indecisiveyetoddlylovable:

#they are so DOMESTIC oh my god #i love it so much 

#John’s after sex shower/#Sherlock’s after sex experiment

#AFTER SEX MOMENTS

SHERLOCK’S AFTER SEX EXPERIMENT

I seriously don’t want to know what’s under the microscope.

Wait what am I saying.

I seriously want to fucking know what’s under the microscope.

“John, it’s a good thing we don’t have immediate plans to impregnate a surrogate.”

“Sorry, what?”

“Your sperm count is painfully low, and that’s not even bringing up the hideous lack of motility.”

“Sherlock, are you.. Nevermind, of course you are. I wish you’d just swallow it, or spit in the toilet like everyone else.”

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valeria2067:

ununpentium:

wheresmycow:

Easter 2008, Sherlock in Mummy’s garden

A few weeks after Sherlock’s death, Mycroft finds the photo he needed to find, without admitting to himself he was even looking for it.

Sherlock, in the garden, smiling a rare genuine smile.

Mycroft knows the exact date he took the photo, he knows which camera he took it with. He remembers the dress Mummy wore that day and he remembers what they had for dinner.

He can’t remember why Sherlock smiled.

And for some odd reason, that hurts.

/sobbing

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dramatis-echo:

When I grow up… I want to be a police consulting detective.

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unclerudy:

#omg they look like a boyband #john - the cute one #sherlock - the brooding one #lestrade - the one you can take home to mom

Can you just imagine them trying to agree on a name? Or songs?

“Okay, so. So far, we’ve got The Baker Street Boys, The Irregulars, NSYnc, D*Duce, and Bach Falls - Bach what? Whose was that one? Oh, and John, you’re gonna need to write another two songs.”

“Him? I gave you a new song yesterday!”

“Sherlock, that wasn’t a song, it was an epic ballad about a hundred and thirty types of tobacco ash!”

“A hundred and forty three.”

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Keep your eyes fixed on me. Please, could you do this for me? 

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In which 12-year-old John Watson has a video blog.

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