Imagine Granada Holmes

A place for prompts, head canons, fic snippets, and random thoughts about Granada Holmes. Please submit an ask for anything you would like to see. I will accept most ships, including y/n. Please do not tag my posts as TJLC. Main blog is jeremys-come-to-bed-eyes

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Hymenoptera Holmes (honey bee)

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Holmes doesn't always stay in Watson's bed all night because of his insomnia, so Watson always treasures the mornings that he gets to wake up with Holmes still in his arms. It's on one of these mornings that Watson is broken out of his lovesick reverie by a knock on the door.

He gets up quickly, checking in the mirror to make sure that he's somewhat presentable, grabs his dressing gown from the chair, and opens the door. He only opens it a crack, so that whoever's outside can't see the bed where Holmes is still dozing.

Mrs. Hudson glances up and down at him. There's a small quirk to her mouth, but then it's gone in a moment.

"Good morning, Mrs. Hudson," Watson says. "Is everything alright?"

"Oh, quite alright," Mrs. Hudson replies. "I've just received a telegram from Mr. Lestrade saying to expect him here in an hour or two."

"Well, it's good of him to warn ahead," Watson sighs. "I'll, er... I'll let Holmes know, and make sure he's awake. Don't trouble yourself rousing him."

"Mmhm." Mrs. Hudson gives him a meaningful look that he can't at all parse, and then turns to leave. He closes the door and returns to perch on the bed, where Holmes is gazing up at him from the pillows with a smirk.

"And what exactly do you find so funny?" Watson asks.

"Well, if Mrs. Hudson didn't know about us already," Holmes muses, "she definitely knows now."

"And how would she? I look completely presentable, and I made sure that she could not see you from the door."

"Because, my darling doctor," Holmes laughs, drawing Watson in for a kiss, "you just answered the door of my bedroom."

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These lovely drawings were made back in May after I had bought myself a hardcover edition of the Complete Sherlock Holmes stories. (It was 60€ BUT IT WAS WORTH IT!) This is where I started thinking about how I WOULD imagine the both of these lovely gentleman.

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Watson would love Man! I Feel Like A Woman!

No, I will not be taking questions.

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Do you think Watson still has nightmares from his service? How does Holmes help him through difficult nights?

Yes, definitely. Holmes sits up with Watson when he can't sleep, either talking or sitting quietly or playing his violin. It all depends on how the mood strikes them.

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When Holmes returns from the dead, Watson spends a long time finding each new scar on his darling's body and pressing soft kisses to every one.

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Hello! Might I please request a romantic imagine of Holmes marrying his s/o after a long courtship?

As Holmes sat in the front pew of the church, fingers twisting in his lap, Watson by his side, he thought of all the time that had led him there. All the odious time spent with a chaperone chastising him for daring to wish to hold his love's hand. The breathless running from said chaperone, and still more breathless, elated kisses. The picnics in the sunshine. The dances. The strolls through parks, arm in arm. He smiled to himself. It had been a long courtship,but worth every second.

"How are you feeling, Holmes?" Watson asked.

Holmes turned to his friend. "A little nervous," he confessed, "but mostly terrifically excited. How did you feel on your wedding day?"

"A similar mixture of emotions," Watson replied. "Once she arrives, I am sure you will feel nothing but joy."

Holmes nodded. "Thank you for being here with me, my dear Watson."

Watson silently slipped his hand into Holmes's lap and gave his fingers a squeeze. Holmes ceased his fidgetting, the gentle touch having served to ground him.

In a very few minutes, sounds outside the church announced the arrival of the bridal party. Holmes stood, moving to his place. As the wedding march rang through the space, Holmes stole a glance over his shoulder. She was stunning, as he had known she would be. His nerves settled, replaced only by the warm glow of complete joy. He felt quite ready for this new adventure.

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I headcanon that Granada!Holmes’ favorite holiday is Christmas because he enjoys how cheerful and festive that time of year is and he actually enjoys going to Christmas Mass because it was one of the few times in his life that he felt loved by his family.

That is both really cute and really sad and I love it.

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When Holmes said that he wanted to be alone after the King of Bohemia left us, I first descended to enquire about food. I sat a while with Mrs Hudson and talked to her about my sojourn in the country while I wolfed down the sandwiches she had prepared for me. Then, feeling tired, I retired to my room and to my bed.

I am not sure how much time had passed before I was disturbed by the bedroom door being opened. It must certainly have been a few hours. I opened my eyes to see Holmes standing in the doorway, dressed in a nightshirt and holding a candle. Wordlessly, he came into the room and placed the candle upon the bedside table. He snuffed it with his fingers, then crawled into bed beside. I gathered him into my arms, holding him close.

"I have missed you," he murmured against my neck.

"I have missed you too, sweetheart," I replied.

I do not know whether he slept at all, but I held him all the rest of the night.

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90's AU stuff:

Sherlock's first kiss is with his boyfriend, Peter, when they are 16. Their dates are usually sitting in Peter's bedroom so they can hold hands whilst they talk about anything and everything. Peter wants to be a poet, and he sometimes writes poems about Sherlock. The kiss comes when Sherlock tells Peter that he thinks his poetry is lovely and that he should never stop writing. They bump noses and giggle because they can't coordinate tilting their heads, but they work it out. It's the merest brush of lips, but Sherlock feels something warm unfurling in his chest.

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Hello, good day! I hope you're well.

So, there's a fanfic that I've been looking for MONTHS and I can't find it and it's almost driving me crazy. I was hoping you could help me.

It's been a long time since I read this, but I'm almost sure it's acd/grenada fanfic.

Holmes and Watson are already in a romantic relationship, or at least develop one early in the story. It is a case fic, I am reminded that there is a maid whom Watson comforts and, more vividly, that Watson is shot in the alleys and rendered unconscious in the arms of a terrified Holmes. And that makes Holmes want to end their relationship.

If you can help me, I would be the happiest man in the world.

I vaguely remember reading something like this, but I don't remember the title. Can anyone help a chap out?

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Fingering in the Cadenza

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Holmes sat in our box with his eyes closed, an expression of bliss upon his face as he enjoyed the music. I knew of only one thing that could increase his pleasure.

Moving with care, I unfastened his trousers. He opemed his eyes briefly as I passed my hand beneath the back of his waistband. He nodded his approval and closed his eyes again.

I negotiated the top of his drawers and caressed the swell of his left buttock, running my forefinger down his cleft. He had a catching of the breath as I teased his hole, then exhaled an "oh" as I inserted my fingertip. I pistoned my finger gently, working deeper as he relaxed.

Soon, he had relaxed enough to take a second finger. I alternated slow strokes with faster thrusts of my fingers, stimulating his prostate. His breathing was becoming more laboured as his pleasure increased, but he remained admirably quiet. I was myself becoming hard in my trousers, but I could wait until we got home to have my release. This was all for him.

I increased my pace and he ground back onto my fingers, encouraging me. He was positively panting when I felt his passage clenching and he made the precise sound that indicated he had climaxed.

"Fuck," he breathed, "that was good."

I gave has arse another caress before withdrawing my hand.

"I suppose you shall want a good fucking when we get home?" he asked, as nonchalantly as if he were asking whether I wanted a cup of tea.

I laughed. "If it is not too much trouble, my dear."

"Loving you is never a trouble."

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Do you know if there is any Granada Mormor content? Thanks!

I had a look on AO3 and I'm afraid I can't find anything. So I'm going to put this out to the community. Does anyone else know of any content for this anon?

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I woke one Tuesday morning to an excellent smell drifting through from the kitchen. Noting also the lack of John's warmth beside me, I got up and padded through to join him. He was busy at the hob, cooking pancakes and humming a song to himself. I smiled fondly at the sight. He was absolutely adorable, and I felt very blessed.

"Good morning, love," I said before moving behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Mmmm. Morning, sweeheart," he replied.

He turned his head so that we could share a soft kiss, then I broke away to nuzzle his neck. He sighed happily.

"What's the occasion?" I asked.

"Not that I need one to spoil you, darling, but it's pancake day."

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I watch as Mary teaches Holmes how to waltz. She is tremendously patient, murmuring instructions while he slowly moves his feet. Eventually, something seems to click, and he begins to move more confidently. Soon, he is sweeping her around, and they are both laughing delightedly. He slides his hand down from the small of her back to her bottom. He gives a gentle squeeze and she giggles, admonishing him lightly. I cannot blame him at all - we both love that particular part of her anatomy. She tucks her head under his chin with a soft sigh while they continue to twirl around the room. They are beautiful, my two darlings.

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If you have any festive headcanons or ideas, please send them in! I'd love to share some things from my followers.

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Holmes, as he watches Watson leave after investigating his death, whispers, "Goodbye, my love. I shall come back to you, I promise."

He allows his brimming tears to fall for a few moments before collecting himself and moving away.