#wing!lock

[srebrnafh]

Just found an one-shot sequel to Tattered I apparently wrote 6 years ago. Check your WIP folders, people. Who knows what hides there ;)

[gladnxofxgallifrey]

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Some Sherlock whump. Wing!lock whump? Sherlock’s inability to cope?

[theartoftheonewiththelight]

Yesterday was Sherlock Birthday and I couldn´t stop myself, so to celebrate this great genius I bring to you...ANGST!

Well, not exactly angst, more like hurt/comfort but without the comfort yet?

[theonewiththelightonhername]

Yesterday was Sherlock birthday!

And of course that I had to do something, so here it is!

A little piece of my idea of what a winged! Sherlock could look like.

For this au my brain came up with the idea that Sherlock birthday that year was the worst that he could have in all his life, so he´s angry, freezing and a little bit hurt when he meets John.

of course that he behaves like an asshole, but, oh surprise, the little med student isn´t having any of his shit.

He´s a little bit in love at the end of that particular convesation

[rennegadex]

Another Sherlock + Wings.

(click the picture for a better quality picture.)

[avian-barks]

A Lost RP

You’ve done it before, so please do it now. if anyone on here lost this RP I would love to continue. Perhaps I can find you, stranger. You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!You both like Wing!Lock, and Teen!Lock. Stranger: Please tell me you are not going to that ridiculous school dance. SH [16, centaur!lock. AU where fantasy creatures are common, albeit still looked down upon. Your character can be any mythical creature you want, or human.] You: Well. I was planning to go with Mary, but it looks like Jim's already asked her. why?-JW(17, wing!lock John if that's alright) Stranger: She is going with Jim instead of with you? I am surprised by that. She gave every indication to liking you. SH No reason, really. I was merely curious. SH [Sure, totally fine.] You: I know....I was actually going to ask her out beforehand, or even at the dance really. heh. Guess not then, unless you wanted to go? I wouldn't mind taking you, even if it wasn't for the date aspect.-JW I would have asked if you were going, but seeing your take on it, i didn't think you were-JW Stranger: My mother and father very much wish for me to go. They are determined that I fit in amongst the humans. I told them that, as long as I have such large hindquarters, I shan't be fitting in anywhere very easily. SH You: Come on, Holmes. You could be worse off then a centaur you know. one that the humans really do have a hatred for whether they want to admit it or not. If you'd like to go, the offer still stands. I wouldn't mind going with you. we could both try and fit in, yeah? heh-JW Stranger: Hm. Are you going to wear your brace? SH You: I don't know for this one. It's starting to hurt, wearing it so often, and Harry would like me to start going out without it, our father isn't fond of my wings to begin with. I might go with it but if it starts to hurt, I'll take it off-JW Stranger: That is a good plan, I think. SH I suppose I will have to rent a tuxedo top and get a blanket to match. SH You: So you'll go then?-JW Stranger: On the condition that you get me flowers. SH And carrots, apples, and sugar cubes. SH You: Alright, Holmes.-JW I can do the flowers, but i hate to say i'm not sure if you're serious on the rest.-JW Just this once-JW I'll do it-JW Stranger: Of course I am serious. I am not a man who often jokes. SH Granted, I am not really a man either, am I? SH Stranger: Male, yes, but not a 'man'. SH You: Eh. Fair enough i suppose.-JW I'm just trying to think of what Harry is going to say when I go to get everything. she /is/ more open minded then our father yes, but. still not the best when it comes to this-JW Stranger: She is a lesbian. I should hope she would be open-minded, as she expects people to treat her that very same way. SH Are you certain you wish to go with me? I can just as easily remain at home. SH You: That and her brother has wings. our mother did as well, but our father didn't know about it until i came into the picture. needless to say he wasn't happy about the matter-JW Sherlock.-JW I wouldn't have offered if i wasn't being serious. Of course I'd like to go with you-JW Stranger: How in the world did your mother keep them hidden? Did he have a one-night-stand with her? Had she had hers amputated? SH Excellent. Good. Thank you. SH I meant what I said. Flowers, carrots, apples, and sugar cubes. SH You: It's...a long story.A story for another time that would be too long for a text message-JW Alright Holmes. and you're welcome. I'll make sure i get what you said-JW Stranger: Sherlock. SH You: Right. Sherlock.-JW I've gotten too used to calling you 'Holmes' before we actually became friends-JW Stranger: Oh, yes. I remember those days. You and the other winged troublemakers flying about during physical education, screeching, whilst I, the sole centaur, galloped laps around the tract. SH You: I think we all remember, though i would prefer to forget. not the best of times for either of us. it's at least behind us though, yeah?-JW Stranger: Yes, thank God. You lot very nearly deafened me. I had thought your kind was capable of singing. One would not think so after all that squalling. SH You: Well I mean. strong voices is the trait though both screeching and singing can fall under it. I think it upset the faun's as well with their sensitive hearing so you weren't the only one-JW Stranger: Mm. True. The fawns complain about my galloping as well, but I can hardly help /that/. Whenever I trot, I am told to go faster. SH And people think /I/ am rude. I shall direct them towards you the next time they call me that. SH You: Hey! don't put it completely on me. at least a couple of my other rugby mates, maybe. but not just solely me! I've quieted down since then, thank you-JW Stranger: Have you? It is truly a miracle. SH Do you ever sing? SH You: I have actually. It'll be a miracle to find a faun that isn't so finicky about things-JW Sing?-JW [delayed] I used to make attempts at it, why?-JW Stranger: Mm, yes. Fauns are even more uppity than my species. SH I would like to hear it sometime, if you would be so kind. SH You: So far the most uppity species I've seen. too proud if you ask me.-JW I...haven't sang in forever. i doubt I'd be any good at it now.-JW Stranger: You will be better than I am, if that gives you any comfort. SH And however you sound whilst singing, it cannot be worse than your screeching. SH You: I guess. though it usually ends in a contest with the sirens who almost always win. against me at least.-JW I think anything is better than my screeching to be honest. It's getting late though, don't you think?-JW Stranger: I am sure you sound fine. SH It is getting a bit late, yes. Do you need to be somewhere? SH You: I doubt it.-JW As for being anywhere, no. I just need to finish studying for that literature test tomorrow, all while trying to avoid the arguments between Harry and our father.-JW [delayed] Would you. mind if i come over?-JW Stranger: To get away from your father and sister? SHYou: Kind of, yes. i might be able to finish these notecards in peace.-JW that, and i would like some company-JW Stranger: The screeching and singing creature wanting peace and quiet. How ironic. SH Company? Why? SH You: Yes, ha. ha. even the songbird needs peace-JW Don't know. Just can't stand being around them like this. Just makes me feel better i guess having someone around. Harry used to be that person until she started with our father. look. i can tell you more later. if you're alright with me coming over at this hour that is-JW Stranger: You may come over. I am in my barn. However, you need to sing for me before you can come in. I think that is perfectly fair. SH You: Christ. there's no way for me to get out of singing for you is there?-JW Fair enough. if i manage to slip past them and get my bike I should be over soon.-JW Thank you, Sherlock-JW Stranger: You are welcome. I will use the time it takes you to get here to clean up. It does get so dusty in here. SH You may sleep in my bed with me, if you would like. It's really just a pile of hay. SH You: Alright then. if i come singing, you'll know when i'm there then.-JW Any other day i would say i couldn't take you up on the offer, either my sister or father would go out looking for me, but tonight I think they're too occupied to really care. the hay's better than nothing, yeah?-JW I might have some sugar cubes too if i'm able to stop by the kitchen before leaving-JW Stranger: Excellent. If you cannot get them, I will live. However, you will owe me double next time. Ha. SH You may use me as a pillow. The only one I've got I need for myself, unless I may use /you/ as a pillow. Having a horse's lower body makes it difficult to sleep comfortably without one. SH I look forward to hearing you sing. Either you will sound wonderful and I will enjoy it, or you will sound terrible and I will laugh. SH You: Ah. now you're pushing it. You're getting sugar cubes for the dance regardless-JW I have a feeling in the end we'd end up using eachother as pillows. i do imagine finding a comfortable sleeping position as part horse is significantly harder than with a large pair of rather annoying wings.-JW I hope for the latter. I've been laughed at enough and I'm not fond of the idea of singing in the first place only because I haven't done it in so long. either way, I'm headed downstairs. they sound like they're in the sitting room so it shouldn't be much trouble getting the sugar cubes and getting out-JW Stranger: As I said, John, I am sure you sound perfectly fine. Lovely, even. You do not need to be apprehensive about doing it. SH I've put a blanket on so you do not have to stare at my arse and genitals all night. I will have the door unlocked. Let yourself in when you arrive. SH You: I still have my doubts about that.-JW On that matter i think it's my turn to laugh. I just got to thinking. if someone who didn't know you were a centaur. read that. pfff. Christ. imagine the look on their face. right. back on topic now. I still have to sing if i want to stay however?-JW [major delay] I'm glad I'm leaving now. any chance i can get a couple bandages from you when i get there? I managed to get clipped by a broken bottle before i left. hurts like hell and it's bleeding a bit bad for what it is.-JW Either way, I'm leaving now. i should be by in oh. give me twenty minutes? give or take-JW You: ((btw. my internet isn't the greatest right now so if i lose you my email is -----------------)) You: ((I'm not trying to be pushy or anything, but my internet cut out for a bit. just making sure you got my last reply? sorry)) You: ((I have no idea if you're getting these and I'm sorry for spamming you with messages but I'm going to go ahead and re-send it just in case. So sorry again.)) You: I still have my doubts about that.-JW On that matter i think it's my turn to laugh. I just got to thinking. if someone who didn't know you were a centaur. read that. pfff. Christ. imagine the look on their face. right. back on topic now. I still have to sing if i want to stay however?-JW [major delay] I'm glad I'm leaving now. any chance i can get a couple bandages from you when i get there? I managed to get clipped by a broken bottle before i left. hurts like hell and it's bleeding a bit bad for what it is.-JW Either way, I'm leaving now. i should be by in oh. give me twenty minutes? give or take-JW ((btw. my internet isn't the greatest right now so if i lose you my email is ----------))Technical error: Lost contact with server, and couldn't reach it after 3 tries. Sorry. :( Omegle understands if you hate it now, but Omegle still loves you.

[lapuslazulli]

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes Additional Tags: Wingfic, Wing!lock, Hurt/Comfort, Declarations Of Love Series: Part 6 of Towards Ecstasy Summary:

John was kidnapped & Sherlock discovers he loves him.