#femlock pals

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Forget Setlock, I have important news: my hair covers my boobs, I’m officially a mermaid  ✨✧✨

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BINGO! :)

“there is only one bed”

mind palace scene

mrs turner’s married ones

three garridebs moment

just gals being pals

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three garridebs moment

short ficlet for femlock bingo

Sherlock is so far from expecting it. Her mind is elsewhere, thinking about the case and capturing Evans, her hand on the safety of a revolver—not John’s, one she’s borrowed—and as usual she doesn’t notice her own background music, the constant company that is kept by Bach and Ravel and all sorts of jumbled notes until a shot cracks through the darkness and it all halts.

Sherlock freezes and her brain processes John’s cry of pain and she screams without thinking about it, it’s a stupid thing to do, after all they’ve broken into this flat themselves and they’re probably not on the right side of the law here—but she screams, all the same.

Her pulse is out of control, racing far more than is really healthy, and she fixes Evans with one look in the darkness before she hits him over the head with the butt of her revolver with enough anger behind it to draw blood.

The next noise that Sherlock makes is a strangled cry and she drops to her knees and sees John lying there, deflated, pale, as well as she can make out but she can’t find the light switch and oh god is this how helpless John had felt when she’d found Sherlock lying on the floor of Magnussen’s penthouse? John’s blood is soaking into the floorboards, drenching Sherlock’s trousers.

“John?” No answer. “John, for god’s sake! John, please say you’re alright, I swear to god I’ll kill that bastard if—“

“I’m fine,” says John rather weakly. “Just some blood loss. Here, give me your scarf, I’ll be alright.”

Sherlock heaves the greatest sigh of relief, tears it off and places it in John’s hands. “Where?”

“My leg, don’t worry, it’s fine. Quite the irony there, though.”

Sherlock chuckles, halfway through a sob. “John, I thought that maybe you—I couldn’t even—I was so afraid.”

“So you got Evans?”

“Out cold.”

“Atta girl. Let’s get some lights on here?”

“Yes, of course,” says Sherlock, jaw set, trying not to cry from relief, glancing around the room for a switch. “I’ll call 999 as well.”

“’During our own burglary? You’re really not a natural at this, are you?’”

Sherlock giggles again, and her hand finds the switch. “Are you quite sure you’re all right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

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Let's talk about domme John 😰👀

Domme John would choose Sherlock’s lingerie 👀

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Any femlock blogs you recommend?

Yes!

@consultingwives @femlockpng @consultinggalpals @femlocktm @spectacularlyignorantdetective  @piningfemlock @femlockpals 

I probably forgot some, but please add more if you know them! :) 

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noah fence but i look r pretty today  ✨ ✨ ✨ 

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FemAlienlock 👽 👽 👽   

Have some more pictures because it took me an hour to get all the glitter off.    

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Hello I am FemAlienlock  👽 👽 👽