#ynm sherlock

[bejeweled-night-33]

Someone on TikTok is pushing the agenda of Sherlock being the hottest character in yuumori and I'm totally falling for it.

[the-obsessive-writer]

I'm pretty sure Mycroft has a (well hidden) brother complex.

[artismeiisart]

Moriarty the patriot fixation hitting again so here’s another crossdressing Sherlock

I feel like he would pull off the french belle look very well (also sherliam brainworms makes me think he’d flirt with William like this, I feel like it’d be fun if this was when they’re teens and haven’t officially met yet and sherlock’s undercover for smth idk at a masquerade

Part 1

Part 3

[artismeiisart]

Been reading sherliam fics recently and I noticed that we only have William cross dressing and I think it’s sad we don’t have more Sherlock in dresses

I think he can absolutely do this to solve a mystery and would pull it off flawlessly but he would definitely hate it

Also this is inspired by this post

Part 2

[passionateseadruid]

Heart of Nobility

Chapter 1: The Laughing Stag

CW: NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE!!! Politics of the era are heavily involved. Gambling. I think swears (derogatory language for sure). Also the Laughing Stag is the name of the pub they're at.

Based on this

Also if you like this, consider checking out a book of mine that's coming out in a few weeks (hopefully)

"Full house!" Two queens and three 8s. The French man across from you in the pub laughs. "If you need this money for a hotel room tonight, I'd be more than happy to let you stay with me~"

"I think you'll find that won't be necessary. Four of a kind!" You say as you lay down the four 4s before your opponent. The crowd around your groaned in disappointment. "I believe that makes me the winner of this little... how you say..." Your accent thick as you fluttered your lashes at him gracefully. "...tournament! It was fun while it lasted."

As you stand to leave the man across the table grabs your arm "YOU LITTLE SLUT!! YOU MUST HAVE CHEATED!!"

You gasp and backhand him. "I DID NO SUCH THING!! It's not my fault you all chose to underestimate the girl in the fur coat!"

The crowd starts to mumble. "She's probably a plant, the pub made a killing..."

You look around at the crowd confused. What on earth were these Englishmen talking about? "I'd like my winnings now." You turn to the tournament coordinator.

"Actually... we'd like to talk to you." He scowls at you.

From the back of the crowd you hear someone struggling. "LET ME GO, BASTARD!!" They pushed a man with long black hair draped in a ponytail.

"Who on earth is this?" You blink at the coordinator.

He scowls at you. "Don't play dumb! You two planned this didn't you! How is it that a pretty little broad like you shows up the night of this poker game, and the only one who so happens to bet on you is him?"

"I told you, I'm here visiting my 3rd cousin! I'm not to blame just because of his dumb luck! Now unhand me at once and give me the money I rightfully earned!"

"Not a snowflakes chance in hell sweet cheeks." He grabs you and pins you to the table. You grab one of the tankards and smash it into the guys crotch. When he doubles over in pain you backhand him with the wooden cylinder.

The raven haired man in the ponytail elbows his own assailant in the gut and flips him onto the table. "Quickly! Grab your winnings and follow me!"

You quickly stuff as much of the money as you can into your bustier and follow the man as he makes a break for the stairs. The people on the second floor gasp and squeal as the two of you rush up there, being pursued by two angry men.

Your unlikely ally grabs a cane from one of the richer patrons and swings it around the tournament coordinators arm before he can get punched. You jump up on one of the tables and grab onto a wooden chandelier. Using the momentum you kick the other assailant in the face knocking him into the coordinator, causing both of them to fall back into the private bar on the second floor.

The momentum is too much and you fall into the arms of the man with the ponytail. "Grab the curtain." He says as he runs over to one of the windows and kicks open the hinges. You do as he says and he jumps out the window. His body crashes against the wall as you two dangle. He drops to the ground and opens his arms. "JUMP!! I'LL CATCH YOU!"

"YOU'RE INSANE!!"

"LOOK DARLIN' IT'S EITHER ME OR THEM!"

You hesitate for a moment before trusting him. He catches you and runs through the back allies of the city, you still cradled like a bride in his arms.

After a few twists and turns you loose your pursuers and he finally sets you down.

"Thank you." You curtsy to the man. "Here, as compensation please take my earring." You hand him one of your diamond earrings. "I figured since you did not get your earning you should at least have this."

"Why do you only have one?" He asks you, a slight amusement coats his tone as he ponders you in bewilderment.

"I bargained the other as collateral in the card game."

He stares at you for a moment before he burst out laughing. "You are absolutely insane!"

You scoff at the impudent man. "Then why did you bet on me."

"Elementary, my dear." He leans close to you, letting you catch a whiff of his cologne... or was it something chemical... sulfur maybe? His gaze struck you still as he scanned you over again. Not lingering on your curves perse but gazing at you like you were a piece of artwork in a museum. "Despite your accent, you speak English very acutely. I can imagine it was taught alongside your native tongue as a child. Your posture is that of a wealthy woman as are the gloves on your hand."

He takes one of your hands in his own to prove his point, rubbing his finger over the navy blue fabric on your knuckles. "Such a strange color. Most women wear white or black... and velvet... such an interesting choice of fabric. It's sleek yet you sacrifice no warmth for style. Pairing that alongside your matching cloak, I imagine you're a noble lady from the north; and because of that... you were probably educated." He smirks and brings your hand to his lips.

You gaze at him, concealing your astonishment under the poker face that just won you a tournament. "Are you a Scotland dog?"

He chuckles. "No, I'm not with the police. I'm a detective."

"Then I'll be taking my leave." You spin on your heel and walk away towards the hotel you were staying at until you could be officially presented to the court tomorrow.

"Sherlock Holmes!" He calls out, but you keep walking. "If you're ever in need of a detective, ask around for me!" You get far enough away that you don't hear him mutter, "or footstool..." nor do you see his eyes follow your curves as you walk away. This is still Sherlock afterall.

[tabris-the-seventeenth-angel]

"fbi investigating possible biological lab inside home" <- news headline

my brain: SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLOCK SHERLO-

[starstruck1412]

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[joanquill]

Trick or Treat

As you ran away from the police, you found yourself in an abandoned building whose residents had mixed feelings about their sudden guest.

Sherlock Holmes

Tag/s: Beetlejuice!Sherlock, Ghost!John

You felt your heart beating inside your throat as you ran through the streets, hearing the gallops of horses as the police rushed after you.

You pushed your legs to keep running, the aching of your feet growing with every step until you reached an abandoned building.

Seeing as the police closed in on you in every direction, you launched yourself through the door and quickly locked it.

As soon as you heard the click, your body fell to the floor as the ache and pain swallowed your body, the adrenaline from escaping running out.

You covered your mouth with your hands, closing your eyes tightly, trying to be as invisible as possible as you heard trotting and footsteps closing in.

"Huh...? A guest?"

"More like an intruder..."

Two voices resonated in a hushed tone, making you freeze and look around.

"And from the looks of it..." the curtain by the window slightly lifted and went still by itself, making your blood cold.

"They brought friends..." the voice clicked its tongue as the curtain fell back into place.

"It-It can't be..." you muttered, thinking it was the fatigue or hunger making you lose your mind, "...Ghosts...?"

"Did they say..."

"Ghosts?"

You felt a cold gust brush your skin, making you shiver as your breath turned into mist.

You raised your head and saw two translucent men looming. One had a ponytail and wore a black and white striped suit with a pale complexion, while the other was wearing a normal suit covered in blood.

In shock, you let out a scream, but were quickly cut off by the ponytailed man covering your mouth as you felt your lips sting from the freezing sensation.

"You idiot...!" the man shouted as you heard footsteps reaching the front door, and shadows filled the windows.

"What should we do?" the other man asked as the other sighed, letting you go.

"Not like we have much of a choice. Let's show them... a little trick,"

One of the ghosts, who introduced himself as John, hid you in one of the closets and closed the door, leaving you completely in shock.

You sat in the closet quietly, too bewildered to do anything else, the silence almost deafening. 

Within minutes, you suddenly heard shrieks and rapid footsteps, making you jump and cover your ears, but their screams were much too loud.

Some of them you were sure were scarred for life from the sound of it, as others shouted witchcraft and/or demons.

You, on the other hand, made the mistake of glancing through the cracks, barely even registering what you saw before fainting at the sight.

As the last officer ran out in fear, Sherlock started laughing and pointing, mocking the officers while John sighed and shook his head.

"You know Lestrade will come knocking on our doorstep for this... Miss Hudson barely let us off the hook last time."

"Then tell him the police should quit arresting a bystander for a cover-up," Sherlock dismissed, looking around the building.

"Where are they, anyway?"

"Oh, right!" John quickly floated to the closet, opening the door and accidentally letting your limp body stumble out, your skin almost completely pale.

"...They looked, didn't they?" Sherlock muttered, observing your unconscious body as John panicked, checking your vitals as best as he could.

"What are you going to do!?"

"Oh, calm down, John," Sherlock reassured, lifting your body, "If anything, we brought a new tenant for Miss Hudson and a new case for us. It's a win-win!"

John looked at his flatmate in disbelief, letting out a defeated sigh.

"Even in the afterlife..."