It's Always 1895

Here, though the world explode these two survive / and it is always eighteen ninety-five indie sherlock holmes 18+ multishipping multi fandom non-selective

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“Do you recognize me?”

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“Should I?”

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“Probably.”

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“Perhaps a name would help.”

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“Sherlock Holmes.” Sherlock looked at her with a blank, unamused expression.

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“Do you recognize me?”

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“Probably.”

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❝It’s not called slurring your words. It’s called talking in cursive and it’s fucking elegant.❞

Sherlock gave him a look. “Whatever you say. I need to get you home.”

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Sherlock led him into his flat, the stairs proving to be a bit of a challenge. “Do you want the couch?” he asked as soon as he managed to get them both through the door.

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Q nearly fell over himself several times but once they were upstairs he just grinned drunkenly and nodded. “Mmm..ye.”  

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Sherlock rolled his eyes and led him to the couch, trying to help him lower himself though him stumbling was making everything more difficult. “Come on...”

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“Did you not see the sign on the door, we are shut you’ll have to leave.”

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“That’s not how this work.”

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“I can assure you it does.”

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“I’m aware that I am going to have to, doesn’t mean I want to.” He grumbled as he watched him grab his coat. “My best interest would have been not letting him steal the bloody car.” 

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Sherlock chuckled and opened the door to leave. “That’s true, but that’s in the past now.”

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❝It’s not called slurring your words. It’s called talking in cursive and it’s fucking elegant.❞

Sherlock gave him a look. “Whatever you say. I need to get you home.”

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Q simply let Sherlock lead him, at this point only sober enough to lean against the other, his clear drunken state dar too obvious, he’d have to remember to thank Sherlock for all this. 

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Sherlock led him into his flat, the stairs proving to be a bit of a challenge. “Do you want the couch?” he asked as soon as he managed to get them both through the door.

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“I don’t believe a word of that.”

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“..He started it” She mumbled, “I had every right to hit him.”

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Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes. “‘Started it?’“

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“Yes started it” She mumbled, wincing as John cleaned up the wound

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Sherlock watched, unsure of what to say. “I’m not sure I believe that either.”

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Shot Through The Heart || Sherlock and Loki

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Upon seeing Sherlock smile, Loki’s grin grew a bit more. He felt more at ease knowing the other man was also enjoying himself. “Alright, well if that changes, let me know..”

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Sherlock nodded. He took the moment of silence to look around them, to take in everything that was happening. Through everything that he had been told about his soulmate, this didn’t seem like the place that someone who had done so much would be held.

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“Did you not see the sign on the door, we are shut you’ll have to leave.”

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“That’s not how this work.”

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“I don’t believe a word of that.”

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“..He started it” She mumbled, “I had every right to hit him.”

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Sherlock sighed and rolled his eyes. “‘Started it?’“

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Sherlock let the tiniest bit of a smirk onto his face. The game was his now, and that was what he had been waiting for the entire time. “I thought you didn’t trust me enough to let me do anything,” there was a lilt in his voice, one of someone who was extremely proud of the advantage they had.

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Rolling her eyes at the smirk she could barely see, it tugging gently on the corners of his mouth. “You two are so similar. Games. Everything is a game to you both.” “I’m not as stupid as I look, so I don’t propose that you get too high of a confidence level when around me.” Sarcasm and stubbornness behind, Emma spoke again, her eyes full of honesty. “I need to get away from him and if you are the only person who can separate us then, I-I need to trust you. I will do almost anything.” 

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“Oh trust me, I know how similar we are. We’ve just decided to go separate paths with the talents we have, so do keep that in mind when you’re speaking to me.” He approached her, his slow steps seeming to echo against the walls. “I need information. I need a much information as you can provide me with and at the moment you’re giving me nothing.”

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❝It’s not called slurring your words. It’s called talking in cursive and it’s fucking elegant.❞

Sherlock gave him a look. “Whatever you say. I need to get you home.”

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Q just chuckled drunkenly, nodding. ‘Mmmmkay.” The younger Holmes slurred and leaned against his brother. 

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Sherlock rolled his eyes and fisted a wad of Q’s coat in his hand. He led him out and to a cab, trying to get them both into it without injuring either of them.

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“It’s done, I hardly need help now.” Though he did wonder if his brother could figure out how exactly the double Oh had gotten into his secure office, considering his video feeds and all other security showed no trace of him. Q hugged and ran a hand through his curls. “As everyone has said and yet I have nearly 20 missed called from M and zero desire to answer the next one.” 

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“Zero desire and yet you’re going to have to do it anyway,” Sherlock chuckled. He turned back away from Q, grabbing his coat. “It’s in your best interest,” he said over his shoulder.

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//Hi friends. So I’m stuck in an absolutely beautiful location with someone who’s really important in my life and there are warm blankets and red velvet hot cocoa and absolutely shit wifi. 

They work every day I’m here for several hours, so I’ll do replies in that time but gifs are impossible. I haven’t built up my own collection again yet so I have to search for new ones every time and pages with gifs just don’t load. So those will be on hold until I get back to campus, but otherwise I’m here while they’re working.

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Shot Through The Heart || Sherlock and Loki

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“Thank you…thank you..” Loki smiled softly, truly thankful for the chance he was given. He was happy that Sherlock was going to stay, wanting to stay. His heart was pounding in his chest. “Let me start over…I’m Loki. Can I get you something to drink?”

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Sherlock smiled. The smile on Loki’s face sent a warmth from his toes all of the way to the tips of his ears. He couldn’t help the smile on his own face, though normally he liked to appear as detached as he could. “I’m fine without..thank you.”

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    "You don’t think I actually believe you             do you?“

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“My heel snapped and I fell into a sharp bit of metal.. I didn’t get into a fight this time”

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“I don’t believe a word of that.”

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Emma knew his trust had been lost; his words made that utterly clear, but she needed him. Her independence was something she valued when on the streets, giving it up to one man was hard enough, but she was desperate. Walking forward: her pupils dilated, her chest inches away from his, her words low, but true. “I want nothing more than to be free from him, free from the control he has over me, but I can’t do it myself. Please, I need to get away from the chains he has attached to me.”

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Sherlock let the tiniest bit of a smirk onto his face. The game was his now, and that was what he had been waiting for the entire time. “I thought you didn’t trust me enough to let me do anything,” there was a lilt in his voice, one of someone who was extremely proud of the advantage they had.