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DANGEROUS COMPANY [Cover Art] by helloliriels
'A stranger with mysterious, beautiful eyes keeps appearing to Doctor Watson' - A Fandom Trumps Hate gift 💜for @holmesianlove for her new fic!
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DANGEROUS COMPANY [Cover Art] by helloliriels
'A stranger with mysterious, beautiful eyes keeps appearing to Doctor Watson' - A Fandom Trumps Hate gift 💜for @holmesianlove for her new fic!
I’m still a couple time zones away from midnight, but much thanks and love must be sent to @helloliriels for how kindly and patiently they’ve been waiting!
This is my @fandomtrumpshate 2025 contribution for the somewhat holiday season appropriate (NYE especially!) fic, Sleepless in London. It’s lovely, meet cute, and features our little Rosie at it (spoiler!) in the best of ways…. Please go check it out!
and to all of us, here’s to fateful encounters, less nonsense, and lots of love of all kinds in 2026
This is the fault of both Tumblr the amazing @helloliriels for me seeing their Gamer AU plot bunny and it being trapped in my brain. Thank you to them for the amazing story idea and the fabulous adjustment to the cover art to add little old me. Chapter one is up with hopes to have chapter two up by next weekend!!
https://archiveofourown.org/works/64090579
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Easter Egg Prompts (2025) Day 8
This is the last one, lovelies. Time flies when one's having fun, right? Thanks again to the sweet @helloliriels for making the prompts. It's been a joy sharing this story with you all.
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Rosie is acting like the teenager she's become, which rattles Sherlock to the core.
Marshmallows
Sherlock is not prepared when his darling girl turns into a stranger overnight. Luckily for them all, John takes it all in his stride. He has after all grown up with a sister, not to mention invaded Afghanistan. Disassembling Moriarty’s network is like a bumpy ride in comparison.
“Why do you have to be so strict? Everyone else is allowed!” Rosie roars at her Daddy.
“Names, please,” John replies calmly.
“You just want me to live with you forever, never letting me unfold my wings,” she yells dramatically.
Sherlock is quite impressed by her drama queen appearance, but he can't shake the unease of witnessing the two people he loves most in the world having a dispute of this proportion.
“Of course, we don’t. It’s not healthy for a child to live with their parents when they’ve grown up. I’m afraid our rule still applies; you are not allowed to attend an all-night disco. You are barely fifteen.”
“You’re a coward!”
Before John gets in a word, Sherlock rises from his chair, filled with a terrifying fury.
“Do not speak to your father like that, Rosamund Watson-Holmes!”
His tone is as cold as an arctic wind. A tone he’s never used on either his daughter or husband. Not even on Mycroft. Well, perhaps on one or two occasions…
For a moment Rosie blushes and looks utterly devastated, but soon enough, she turns on her heel and stomps up to her room, slamming the door for emphasis.
Sherlock’s knees give way, and he falls back into his chair. John rubs his face, and sighs.
“What is happening to her, John?” Sherlock whispers.
“She’s a teenager, Sherlock. It’s nothing out of the ordinary. She’s testing our boundaries, and trying to find her place in the world, and desperately wanting her independence.”
“But she’s become a…monster! How can she say those things about you?”
“I’ve had far worse, and I’m pretty sure she’s already regretting saying them, but she’s too stubborn to admit it. Yet.”
“How can you be so calm? We are losing her!”
Sherlock’s voice is on the verge of panic.
“Look at me, love,” John says softly, crouching down in front of Sherlock’s chair. “We are notlosing her.”
Running feet down the stairs, all the stairs, and then the slamming of the front door, doesn’t exactly support John’s reassurance. He groans, Sherlock leaps to his feet, determined to follow his girl, but John stops him.
“Here.”
John shows Sherlock his phone. A text from Harry lights up the screen.
Having a domestic, John? Ro is on her way over. Just wanted you to know. We’re free to take her this weekend if it’s alright with you and Sherlock. I think you all need some space, and she needs some female advice. We’ll keep you informed.
Sherlock collapses in John’s arms, his body trembles, and he feels like he’s run around for hours. The sudden fatigue is unnerving.
John guides him to the sofa and lets him curl up in his lap.
“She’ll be alright, love. At least we avoided the disco. There’s no way my sister and Clara will let her out of their sight.”
A vibration from Sherlock’s phone seconds later, discloses that the surveillance works impeccably.
What is wrong? Where is she going? Have you thrown her out? Do you acquire assistance? Answer immediately! MH
John chuckles while Sherlock sends his brother a reassuring text.
***
“So, what’s got your knickers in a twist?” Harry asks when she’s welcomed her niece with a warm hug.
“Who, more like,” the teenage girl mutters.
Harry laughs heartily, soon joined by Clara, who embraces Rosie and holds her for a long time. When the girl starts to cry, Harry steps in an makes it into a group hug.
“Tell us, love,” she coaxes.
“It was Papa,” Rosie whispers. “I’ve never seen him like that. Ever.”
Harry looks at her with a frown.
“Sherlock? Are we talking about the softest father I’ve ever met? I thought it’d be my brother who – “
“Oh, he did his too, you know, stayed calm and captain-like. But then…”
“Out with it,” Harry demands, not unlike the forementioned captain behaviour of her brother.
“I called him a coward.”
Rosie’s voice cracks at the last word and she hides her face in the crook of Clara’s neck.
“Uh-oh,” Harry murmurs. “Calling John that in front of Sherlock. Courageous of you.”
“He was…I…if he ever looks at me like that again…”
Rosie starts to cry in earnest now and clings to them both. They say nothing, because there’s really no words that will suffice. Everyone knows that Sherlock was in his full right to react like he did.
***
Before she goes to make them hot cocoa, Harry sends her brother a text.
Ro is fine. Well, almost. Broken-hearted. Regrets what she called you. Is terrified of your detective. We don’t blame him. The nerve of that girl, calling my brother a coward! Will keep you posted. Take care of him. I reckon he’s beside himself.
Thanks, Harry! You’re a lifesaver, and quite right about Sherlock. Tell Rosie to text him when she feels up for it, will you.
I might have to frame this text. Are you going soft on me, old man? Making cocoa now. Speak later.
“Do you want whipped cream or marshmallows in your cocoa, Ro?” Harry asks.
The girl has calmed down, but she looks a right mess with red rimmed eyes and a puffy face.
“Marshmallows, please. I’ll just go to clean myself up a bit first.”
When she returns to the kitchen, the rich scent of hot milk and dark chocolate welcome her like a warm hug. Clara hands her a large mug topped with multi-coloured marshmallows.
“Nothing like hot cocoa to mend broken hearts,” she says matter-of-factly.
They seat themselves around the circular kitchen table. Rosie braces herself for heaps of questions but to her surprise, gets none.
“In your own time,” Harry says softly and takes a sip of her brew.
The synthetic taste of the soft sweets paired with the rich cocoa, feel calming on the teenager’s frayed nerves. She closes her eyes and wallows in it for a few moments.
“I’ve been an idiot,” she says before opening her eyes. “They just want to protect me. I didn’t really want to go to that stupid disco, but…”
She opens her eyes and sets down her mug and runs her fingers through her hair in a sherlockian way.
“Brian and his mates made a bet. Said that I’d never get permission to go. Told me my parents are overprotective, wanting to lock me up inside 221B until I’m thirty.”
A chuckle from Harry, quite reminiscent of John’s, coaxes a smile from Rosie.
“Alright, I know it was stupid, okay! I wanted to prove to myself that I could stand up to Captain John Hamish Watson and the world’s only consulting detective. Dunno what I was thinking.“
“Believe me, love, I’ve been at the receiving end of my brother’s calm and infuriating reasoning all my life. That said, I think Sherlock’s reaction scared you more than a hissy fit from my brother could ever do, am I right?”
“Yes,” Rosie admitted with a whisper. “You should have seen him, Harry. It was like witnessing a blizzard in the Arctic. His eyes were icy blue, and almost stung me. He hates me, doesn’t he?”
“Oh, darling,” Clara murmurs. “Sherlock Holmes will never stop loving you. You are the light of his life together with John. According to the text your father sent his sister earlier, your Papa is a mess. Send him a text later to ease his mind, yeah?”
This sends the girl into another heart-breaking crying spell, and it takes another cup of cocoa to calm her down.
When she’s drained her cup and grabbed a handful of marshmallows to chew on, Rosie picks up her phone and composes a text to Sherlock and then one to John.
Hi. I’m sorry I called Daddy a coward. I didn’t mean it, and it isn’t true. Your reaction was sound. You are scary when you’re defending him, you know. Forgive me? xx
Hi. You’re not a coward, Daddy. My outburst was totally uncalled for. I’m sorry. You’re the bravest man I know. Thanks for letting me stay with H & C. xx
***
They’re both a bit blurry-eyed after they’ve read their respective texts, though John is not as easily induced as his husband.
Sherlock types out his reply first; he is after all able to compose a text with his hands behind his back.
My darling girl. Of course, I forgive you. I am sorry if I scared you; I scared myself even more. Never doubt how much I adore you. Papa.
We will have a talk about this later. Love you.
Sherlock has his chin on John’s shoulder and frowns at the rather clipped tone in the text.
“That’s a little harsh,” he remarks.
John hums in agreement. All of him radiates frustration and rigidness.
“I’ve earned the nickname Stubborn Until Death for a reason,” he huffs.
“Good lord. How many nicknames do you have? I thought the continents name was more than sufficient.”
This loosens something in John, and he wraps his arms around his husband.
“One would think so, yeah,” he agrees. “It’s not pertinent anymore, though.”
“I hope not,” Sherlock replies dryly.
“I’m only devoted to one lover these days. If you’re amenable, I can show you just howdevoted I am to my chosen one.”
John’s voice is husky and full of promise, leaving Sherlock breathless, and he willingly agrees to his husband’s suggestion.
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I just listened to this johnlock version of The Telltale Heart, and I was blown away by the delicate pathos, care, and love depicted by the talented @calaisreno and performed by @helloliriels . I'm just delighted.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/34909555
Here is my first of 2 gif sets for Fandom Trumps Hate 2024.
@helloliriels asked for a gif set for her fic What If I'm Not , co-written with @fluffbyday-smutbynight .
Bonus:
Made a bonus gif, because I felt like only 2 gifs wasn't enough. 😅
Liri came and she saw and she Limerick’d
(If it comes out much longer, she’s fic’d it)
Veni - Vidi - Limi
Her vibes are quite steamy
We know Johnlock's an ass, and she’s kicked it!!
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Thank you so much for joining the madness that is the 'Ricking Crew"!
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"Guess we should see what we came here for?" John offered, leading the way, "think the library is back here? Ah!" He flicked on a lightswitch behind a pair of double doors ... and a . "WHOA!!!!" Slipped out of their mouths simultaneously ... jaws dropping. As the darkened warehouse before them flickered to life, row ... by illuminated row ... Revealing hundreds ... if not thousands ... NO ... HUNDREDS of thousands!!! Of stories ... . Written about ... them? . John winked at Sherlock. Before dashing ahead in a mad chase. Each grabbing up several volumes apiece and meeting to read a few pages ... . "Look at this one!" . "John - you won't believe-!" "Sherlock!" "John!" . "This is-" "-I'm taking this one!" "This is brilliant!" . "We're in a sci-fi!" "oooh an epic!" "OHmyGOD!" John's giggling could be heard a few rows down, and Sherlock tucked another in his pocket and swung around the shelving to peruse over John's shoulder. His jaw dropped.
This is an excerpt from this brilliant fic written by @helloliriels, you can read it completely here (( my gift to you, sweetie, I LOVED TO READ IT!! ))
And... this is also my tribute and gratitude to all the wonderful writers, illustrators, digital retouchers, and GIF makers in this glorious fandom, to which I've been very attached for almost a year :)
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