#pocketlock

[purplcran]

got absolutely no sleep last night. Currently running on 6 hours from the past 48 hours.

My brain decided to be too active, my body couldn't relax, my meds not working. So what'd I do?

I wrote fanfiction. OH, NOT JUST ANY FANFIC.

JOHNLOCK BAYBE. G!T JOHNLOCK IN THE BIG YEAR 2026

I will be posting it to my wattpad cos that acc needs a refresh badly.

But you'll catch it here first >:)

Idk why but I actually wrote 2 ideas but finished only one draft.

Draft teaser below the pic!

(REMINDER- THIS IS A DRAFT. ITS CRINGEY. I AM BUTT TIRED AND HAVENT ATTEMPTED ANY WRITING FOR LIKE 2 YEARS ATP LMAO)

Minor C.W: John facing his fear of being too close to Sherlock. So he decides to get up close with Sherlock's pearly teefs to try and combat the nightmares. After all, how else do you get over a fear? Facing it head on of course! (there is no actual vore or anything like that! Just john trying to get over a fear)

fluffy/angsty content

~Getting over your fear with your giant husband~

Sherlock had discovered a borrower by the name of John Watson in his flat shortly after moving in. They've been living comfortably (arguably) in each other's (known) presence for 3 ish months. Despite growing closer with each interaction, John hasn't been able to get over his biggest fear. Physical touch (and getting eaten or experimented on). Sherlock has never once harmed or had any thoughts to cause harm to John. Sherlock may be a crazed wanna be scientist on the side, but that dissappears completely when he's around John. He has tried his best to reassure John that he'd never cross a boundary. Sherlock has only physically touched John about 3 times. Not on purpose anyway.

Poor John is tortured nightly with the same reoccurring dream. Dying at the hands of his only friend in the most sadistic of ways. Cannibalism to put it bluntly. He's had quite enough frankly and Sherlock is catching onto his growing exhaustion. Though when questioned, John always has an excuse on hand. His lies are running out of being believable and John's heart and mind can't take repressing it much longer. So he gains an kinceof courage to have the difficult conversation with the curly haired giant.

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Sherlock is busy playing his violin until John finally gets his attention (consisting of flinging coins and whatever small objects he can at sher). FINALLY Sherlock noticed his tiny friend.

He sets up a little brunch with tea and various favorite snacks. They both get cozy. Though slightly annoyed, Sherlock settles and focuses his full attention on John.

"So- what was so massively important that you needed to stop my violin practice? I was thinking you know."

The conversation starts slow and warm. Just simple banter about cases and such. Sherlock can read and sense that something is wrong. John can't seem to sit still, avoiding eye contact and is obviously anxious and scared about something.

"John...?" He snaps his fingers a few times above his head

John hesitates about bringing it up at all. It seems stupid and silly to be scared of his best friend. He's snapped back to the present by Sherl's voice

"John, is there something wrong? You've got sweat streaks practically waterfalling down your forehead. I can sense your nervousness. Your hands tremble everytime you lift your cup. Your sips are slower than usual, pupils dilated and you've not touched your favorite biscuit I got you."

John hesitates but shrugs it off-

"You know you can tell me anything~." He replies softly, full of reassurance

John gives in after a couple minutes of silence and the crushing weight of Sherlocks gaze. Sherlock had been eyeing him up and down, his brain calculating and attempting to solve his small friend's personal "case."

John took a long breath in and out. Mentally preparing whatever he had written in his mind. Reading the teleprompter in his brain, he stuttered a word out before clearing his throat and attempting again. His mouth bone dry

"Look. This is going to sound stupid. Ridiculous even. It's probably not worth bringing up honestly but I didn't want to interrupt your "session" for nothing. Just, please hear me out?"

Sherlock takes a sip and nods. Allowing John to proceed

"I guess- Why. Why haven't you like- eaten me? Or hurt me or experimented on me? I mean, isn't that what you do? Isn't that what humans do? As a borrower, it's nailed into our heads to NEVER trust a human. Never be seen by them lest we end up as a pet, a lousy meal, experimentation or worse. I've disobeyed the order that keeps beings like me safe and I'm being tortured for it."

Sherlock is emotionless and deathly still. John sighs

"I told you this was just stupid to discuss. I'm sorry. I don't mean to compare you to the humans who hurt my kind. I should know for bloody sake! You're different than them. In more ways than one."

Sherlock attempts to speak but John continues his thoughts. John shuffles his feet uncomfortably, feeling under pressure from Sherlock's hard gaze. Something he wasn't usually bothered by

"I've been having these awful nightmares for years without fail. I've lost countless hours of rest and relaxation I desperately need. I die in every single one without fail. It's the same death, over and over. My mind gives me the courtesy to wake up before I meet my dreadful end."

He pauses once more but adds rather quietly

"It's not fair that my brain has now decided to make you the 'deliverer of my demise' in them."

The word tasted like bitter poison as it left his mouth. Sherlock stiffend slightly at the comment but relaxed his shoulders. He knew John didn't mean any harm by it and cruel tricks of the mind were to blame.

John had this crazy idea on the back burner for a while but decided to let it out. He was in a safe environment with the only friend he had. His face burned with a mixture of fear and embaressment as he brought up the potential "up close and personal" solution to his nightmares.

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Yea it's a bit cringe shuttuppp. This a cliffhanger of the rough draft. It'll hopefully be better when it's ready to be published LOL

If you guys are genuinely interested though, I would love to share this and write more in the future! Including different fandoms I'm in so it won't just be Sherlock 👀! Let me know your thoughts!

I kinda just wanna post it to be enjoyed and not sending it to be hit by a brick wall ifykwim. The struggles of being a small account.

[borrowedtimeandspace]

The Household Spirit

19. Trickster

From this list of gt prompts.

AU: Unknown BAU; pocketlock | [first] [prev]

Note: determined to finish these off before July. 3 to go!

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John opened and unlocked his laptop. He hesitated only a moment when he saw the empty blog that had been left open the last time he used it, then he clicked to a new tab and went to his browser.

Fingers hovered over the keyboard. With an uncertain huff, he typed ‘tiny person’ into the search bar.

As soon as he hit return, he knew that his keywords were flawed. Immediate results were mostly to do with dwarfism, and that wasn't at all what he was looking for.

He really should have been job hunting. He'd put a few feelers out to some old contacts, people he knew at St. Bart's, and was waiting to hear back. Couldn't hurt to cast a few more lines.

Having an inches-tall man continuously appearing in his flat was an incredible distraction from that task.

He'd shown up in John's sight several more times over the past few days and, John had just begun to notice, did so a little closer to him each time. He didn't do anything but stand there staring John down, since he most often chose to have some sort of high ground. Since their first encounter was so tense, the doctor didn't want to approach him and appear aggressive like before. So the tiny man just watched him for a while, and disappeared when John wasn't looking.

All that simply baffled John, and didn't give him any insight into what exactly he was and what he was doing.

John clucked his tongue as he reached absently for the chips left over from his takeaway lunch. Cheap and convenient, just something to fill him up. He could think about how to narrow his search as he chewed and cleaned the grease from his fingers on a nearby paper napkin.

Once his fingers were clean, he added the word ‘folklore’ to the end of his previous search. He gave it a second thought before inserting ‘English’ in front of it.

This brought up expected results as well. Pixies, fairies, gnomes, leprechauns… It all seemed a little too fantastical based on John's (admittedly limited) experiences. The tiny man didn't have wings, didn't seem able to fly or in possession of magic powers. The closest things John witnessed were those bursts of speed while he was trying to get away. Surely if he had more tricks up his sleeve than that, John would have seen them.

One term among them stood out as something he couldn't immediately associate with some fairy tale or cartoon. ‘Brownie’. John's brow furrowed, interest piqued as he clicked on the first link featuring the unfamiliar creature. 

Brownies certainly seemed a more low-key sort compared to fairies and whatnot. Little people living in walls, trying not to be seen and quietly carrying out small household tasks in exchange for food. John thought back to the scones Mrs. Hudson had left out…

One point against brownies as an option was that every depiction and description of them was significantly more impish or animalistic than what John saw. Seemed very much like any human he might see around, just one who happened to be inches high.

Then again, as John read on, brownies were not to be trifled with, if the folklore was to be believed. Though they mostly operated in the shadows, they were known to be mischievous as well. Playing tricks on people when they least expected it, and if they got pissed off, they became more hostile and took on the form of ‘boggarts’. 

He had to blink away the memory of trapping the guy under a mug. Suddenly he was really hoping that he wasn't on the right track.

John sat back in his chair to try and reset his thoughts to come up with something else he could try. He gave a sigh, once again going for a few chips when something gave him pause. A small yet sudden shift in his peripheral vision.

Glancing over, John was surprised to find the tiny man on the far edge of the kitchen table. He stood there as straight and tall as he could make himself, arms crossed and eyes sharply fixed on John.

John in turn froze; this had happened a good handful of times now, but he'd never appeared this close.

An even bigger shock was that the man began marching toward John. All he could do was stare as his eyebrows jumped up, clueless about what brought this on. Did something change to make him behave this way?

The determined march slowed as the little man came within inches of John's hand, still stuck outstretched and hovering near the chips. He broke eye contact with the human to glare at the hand, just about twice as large as he was tall, and then cut those sharp blue eyes right back to John.

John broke out of his trance to awkwardly move his hand back, feeling like he was intruding all of a sudden. Unsure of what else to do with it, he let it come to rest near his keyboard.

He could swear he saw those tiny eyes narrow as the man all but stomped forward to close the distance with the chips and snatch a small one up. When all John did was blink dumbfoundedly, he huffed and turned on his heel to go back the way he came.

From that spot right next to the chips, the screen of John's laptop was in full view of the man as he turned. He spared it a glance and scoffed.

“Dull…” John thought he heard the man mutter.

Before John could even think about how to take that, let alone respond to it, the tiny figure turned into an impossibly fast blur and vanished over the edge of the table.

John sat there for a long time, mouth agape as his chips went stone cold beside him. When it all caught up to him, he glanced at his idle computer and closed it.

Judging by the man's response, John could only assume that he was not a brownie.

[underlinediagnosis]

Sherlock Holmes as a Borrower. 

I have a Sherlock Holmes as a Borrower writing. - https://www.deviantart.com/batterysavermode/art/Borrower-Sherlock-Holmes-Prompt-874336539 

[someone-online]

Sooner or later these paper children would happen

[brothersapart]

Sherlock’s knack

kajensen07 replied to your post: So enhanced speed is Sherlock’s knack… Is that what you are hinting? Or did I get my signals crossed?

myimaginedairybeard replied to your post: Yeah! I mean, at least that’s what I meant to say. We’ve cracked the code!

Does it make him more speedy or just more of fast runner? Like, I’m guessing it includes his entire body and not just the legs…

Awesome! You guys got close enough that I can now officially announced what his knack is as a borrower!

It isn’t exactly enhanced speed, but it’ll look that way to an outside observer. Sherlock is actually one of our stronger knack users.

He just needs that flair!

Time Distortion: The ability to slow down or stop time. A very strong knack that requires training to sustain for longer than a few seconds. In Sherlock’s case, he is able to slow down time around him, enabling him to escape with a speed that can’t be matched, and make observations that no one else would ever notice. When he stretches his ability, he can include others in this. He can’t stop time like an angel; it will always move forward

@borrowedtimeandspace: I like to imagine it like a Sherlock-shaped bubble, separating him into his own little time zone that happens to be different to everything around him. To include others, he needs to concentrate harder and expand that bubble. Though, Sherlock being Sherlock, he tends to prefer going it alone. Here’s a little peek into how it works for him!

He concentrated, and everything around him fell slightly out of focus. All noises were muffled far into the background, and when he looked back at John, he was moving so slowly that he might as well be still.

Sherlock let out a relieved breath, but kept going, knowing this wouldn’t last long.

For just a moment, Sherlock was faster than the entire world.

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my little princess John  <3

[taters169]

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earlier than I said it was going to be but it’s finished so I posted it :)

Thank you for reading it I hope you enjoyed it

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