Sherlock Holmes

Verses:

Canon: What it says on the tin, boys and girls!


Family/It Takes A Village: Sherlock and Mycroft's (abovealthat) surname is not actually Holmes but Magnus. They're the sons of Helen Magnus (ifyouaretiredofchains) and Nikola Tesla (finestvintage). They both grew up in the Old City Sanctuary, taking frequent trips to visit the UK Sanctuary where they spent time with their 'cousins' John (itsallfine) and Harry (nomoreremedies).

Then they all grow up and antics ensue as per usual and Sherlock and Mycroft eventually get vamped because their father is an obsessive fucker who can't let not-quite-but-may-as-well-be-dead-races lie.

Nillageverse is an offshoot of Familyverse wherein Sherlock and Harry spend a drunken night together and have a child. This poor little bastard happens to be Dorian (letmewritelies) who, by the end of his childhood has three fathers and two mothers. Why no, growing up in 221B does not mean you get a normal childhood. It means you stop being scared of the monsters under the bed and start getting scared of the flesh eating viruses your father may be investigating.


Newsflashverse: Wherein the Vilageverse kids are in Mira Grant's Newsflash universe. Sherlock is a Newsie/Irwin hybrid, John is the most epic badass Irwin one has ever had the privilege to lay eyes on and Dorian is a fictional and a wee bit of a Newsie because he is a nosy little thing, despite being story obsessed.

Oh yeah, and did we mention that Mycroft is the basically the UK equivalent of the CDD?


Williamverse: In which there is significantly less crack. Sherlock is plural, John is okay with it and eventually, despite there being two bodies, threesomes are navigated.


The one with the tea. ALL the tea! In a far off universe where Jim Moriarty (noonegetstome) is a part time criminal and full time teashop owner, Vincent Adler (assaultthecommonplace) is his guardian angel and Helen Magnus is a somewhat batty painter, Sherlock writes.

He writes a lot.

Mostly, he does this at a table, in Jim's teashop. They quite enjoy each other. And the tea.

Everyone has a love affair with Jim's tea.

he stares at him, at those yellow eyes and manic grin. His breath hitches, his body trembles. Someone else would mistake this for sexual anticipation but he knows better, knows his body and knows his mind.

Yes, this is need but not for sex, for something more, something that this man can possibly give him.

"Take me back," he says in almost a whisper. "Please? I need to go back there. I'm not meant for this place. It's boring, it's so boring I can't stand it. Take me back." he's pleading and he doesn't care, doesn't have shame over it.

If he can go back to where he belongs, that's all that matters, that's all that ever mattered.