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(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

All John can do is hold Sherlock and comfort him.

He never had this. John needs to give Sherlock this. He holds him close and continues to whisper, running a hand carefully but soothingly over Sherlock’s back.

He’s in a position where, if Sherlock needs to break contact, he’ll move.

Without John’s words to make him stop, the dam slowly began to break.

Sherlock cried nonstop for a good hour, with John’s hand on his back spoke of volumes as tears flowed continuously while his hand gripped him tight, crying uncontrollably, shamelessly.

It was a pathetic scene if he’d put it into words.

John was the only person who saw it.

The only person he allowed to see him like this.

Layers of defenses had been broken and he was scattered into pieces.

But John was there for him. Always ready to help.

He knew how long would that be.

And finally, as the cries slowly came as a sob until it gradually stops.

Sherlock felt a bit better.

"I’m… I’m sorry, John." He was wiping the tears of his face with his hands, like a young boy. "That was… rather embarrassing. I’ll wash your shirt, I assure you."

"Don’t apologize. And don’t worry about my shirt. It’s fine. It’s all fine. Why don’t you try and get some sleep."

He holds Sherlock close and presses a kiss to Sherlock’s temple. He runs his hand up and down Sherlock’s back.

John starts to hum quietly.

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John returns the words aloud in an odd language on his tongue. He says it in sign language too, before pressing a kiss to Sherlock’s hand.

No, you’re right. We have to go. This can wait until you feel you’re ready.

He doesn’t want to push sex of any sort onto Sherlock with Sherlock’s full consent.

Hearing John’s voice again in the world outside their dreamspace made him smile. Even if Sherlock wasn’t able to understand what John said, he was able to know it by the movement of his hand, signing the very words he said to the man.

Do you want to have breakfast first? Or shall we go and have a talk with Mycroft before we have a breakfast?

Sherlock cupped his cheek, thumb brushing against it. I’m always ready for you, John. I know that you will take care of me. And I will do my best to take care of you too. I just want you to let me do that in return. 

He knew what John was talking about.

John leans in and presses a gentle kiss to Sherlock’s lips.

Thank you.

He nuzzles Sherlock before pulling away.

I need to go shower.

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My Heart in a Dream || (Balletlock AU) || hisloyalbloggerjw

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"Mm.. I’m sure I can handle you lot. But, fill me in on who I should be watching out for…. other than you of course." John replies, taking a bite of a sandwich.

Very tasty.

Far better than anything he’d get out of the machine.

He looks out at the city while he talks with Sherlock.

"Someone to watch out for? Irene’s good in terms of the craft, but most of the time she’s too passionate. Attitude, most likely a primadonna. There’s Anderson too, tons of attitude, less talent. Sebastian Wilkes, is another one. I’d say he’s good but not good enough. Another one with an attitude. Although he got in due to connections. Molly’s a shy one but a good dancer. If she strives to be better, she could." He said blatantly.

"There are times when Lestrade visits, he’s a journalist. and oftentimes, keep an eye on us and our projects."

"Good to know." He nods, finishing the sandwich and taking a bite of another one.

It’s been weeks since he’s had a meal as good as this.

"What are some trouble spots you see in the production?" He inquires around a mouthful.

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John’s heart relaxes when Sherlock is in the same room with him. “That’s alright. I’ve been a nuisance to you for years, nearly dying and such.”

"I don’t mind it though. It’s no bother to me." He murmurs, finding a sandwich for Sherlock. "Here, eat." 

He shuffles around, leaning heavily on the counter as he makes tea to keep his weight off his leg.

"It’s my job as your guardian angel, John. You didn’t know I exist until today." He tried not to intervene as much as he could. Yet, he was still unable to.

"I find it bothersome to realize that I might start to eat every now and then." He took the sandwich from John and looked at it curiously. "I tried one of these before. It tastes… weird enough. It tastes like molecules."

At the corner of his eye, he saw John’s leg as he tried not to put too much weight in it. “I should have healed it when I have the chance, John. You’re being stubborn as always.”

"Well, it’s not your job anymore." John replies.

He grimaces as his leg trembles. John tugs his way up onto the counter, settling down on it.

"Don’t worry about me anymore."

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"Mm….." He hums again, kissing Sherlock’s neck some more before moving to the other’s collar bone.

His hands run along Sherlock’s sides before John pushes himself up so that he’s hovering above Sherlock, hands braced on either side of Sherlock.

He looks over him with praising eyes before he leans down and gives Sherlock a deep kiss.

Sherlock watched at John moved, wondering what he was doing until he finally realized what his roommate did.

At that point, John looked taller, and it gave him a different view when John looked higher than him.

And as he lowered down to meet his lips, he could hear the symphony inside his mind begins to play a soft melody with the sound of a nightingale.

It was good. It feels good.

He found his own body pressing against the other as he returns the kiss.

For Sherlock, the room was his sanctuary that keeps him safe, that keeps him from the unwanted looks and sneers of everyone who doesn’t understand him.

Tonight, he realized… John became his sanctuary.

John hums into the kiss, hips rolling against Sherlock for a brief moment before he manages to check himself.

"Sherlock." He breathes in the man’s ear before kissing down Sherlock’s neck.

He marks him.

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Avalon flops down on top of a sleeping Sherlock whispering, "Father wake uuuuuuuup~!" John has already gone off to work, leaving her with the Holmes.

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Sherlock stirs in his sleep, feeling something heavy on top of him. Slowly, he wakes, seeing Avalon in front of him. “Avalon? What’s wrong?” He gets up, rubbing his eyes and yawns.

John replies with a link to the recipe online.

"YAAAAAAY PANCAKE SHOPPING~!" Avalon squeals with glee. "Can we get Macaroni and Cheese while we’re out tooooooo?" She inquires, looking hopeful and doe eyed.

Her hand grasps Sherlock’s finger when he stands beside her.

Sherlock has that thoughtful expression as he hummed. “Hmm…. Alright. Is there anything you’d like to buy besides those?” He put on his coat while his scarf was wrapped around her.

He holds her hand as they head downstairs affectionately, like Ava’s his own daughter. 

"Mmmm… Appaples. I want Appaples too. And… Pudding. Chocolate Pudding."

When they reach the bottom of the stairs, she grabs her red galoshes and tugs them on.

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"She’ll start calling you Mother. I can’t really stop her." He murmurs, climbing into the bed with her and position them both so she can hear his heart beat while he keeps her warm.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, he whispers her name, “Sherlock. Promise me. Please. So I sleep better at night.”

"She needs to stop…" Sherlock pressed again, shaking her head. "I’m no role model, and that’s what a mother should be—" she hissed, turning her face against him and closing her eyes to listen. "I promise to come and talk to you—" she mumbled. "Now would you be quiet, I have a headache…" she grumbled as she settled her head on his chest and took a deep breath that made her sides ache.

He gently runs his fingers through her hair, silencing himself from saying anything more.

John simply breathes and exists while Sherlock listens.

His hand shifts to massage her back lightly, being as gentle as he can.

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At Sherlock’s words, he stops with a sigh.

Fine.

He flops back onto his side of the bed and scrubs at his eyes until he’s awake and able to see his surroundings better.

I don’t want to talk to him.

You don’t have an appointment with him. But you said you wanted to talk to him. If you’ve changed your mind, we can stay at home John. Or… probably go somewhere.

His eyes open and his consciousness was resurfacing back to reality. He could feel a bit of annoyance radiating from John. Reaching out his hand, he called him.

John? “I love you”. He said it again, both with his mind and with his lips.

John returns the words aloud in an odd language on his tongue. He says it in sign language too, before pressing a kiss to Sherlock’s hand.

No, you’re right. We have to go. This can wait until you feel you’re ready.

He doesn’t want to push sex of any sort onto Sherlock with Sherlock’s full consent.

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‘Angst please.’ MEME

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(Trigger Warning) Your muse finds my muse in the shower, shaking and bleeding after being raped. (Trigger Warning)

The rustling of water continues an yet Sherlock lay on the ground, with his curls covering his eyes. Blood due to the forced intrusion being washed away as the water continued to pour.

His shirt was the only clothing that remained which was now soaking wet as he was left behind by his assailant. His trousers and pants has been discarded and long forgotten, also soaking wet due to the water coming from the shower. He had no strength, as if everything including that had taken away from him. He never realized anyone would go so low such as this.

Deep pain was screaming on his chest, wanting to come out and cry but everything remained silent from the cubicle he occupied. The only thing one would hear was the sound of water, hitting his clothes, hitting him.

His eyes remained blank, but his mind tortured him as the memory of what just happened played inside his head. The sudden attack causing his head to ring as he hit his head against the wall, unable to make any struggle, the blindfold, the hands on his body on him…

The grip on his arms tightened making his knuckles white as he tried to brush it off. He should be moving… but he doesn’t have the strength to get up or even to move away. In fact, all he wanted to happen right now was to stay there in the shower, with the water washing off the filthiness he just experienced…the memories…everything.

He wanted to wash everything away.

If only…

If only John didn’t see him as he drew the curtain open, his face showed surprise and that’s the time the emotions on his eyes appeared so suddenly.

"Out. Get OUT.

If only John didn’t see him…

Then maybe everything can be possibly forgotten.

He holds Sherlock closer, whispering sweet nothings in his ear.

He was sinking in John’s words. His only grip was the hands around John as he buried himself against his shirt.

This time, warm liquid seeped through the fabric, following with sobs he tried to keep at a minimum.

He feels like he doesn’t deserve any of those sweet words to him.

All John can do is hold Sherlock and comfort him.

He never had this. John needs to give Sherlock this. He holds him close and continues to whisper, running a hand carefully but soothingly over Sherlock’s back.

He’s in a position where, if Sherlock needs to break contact, he’ll move.

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"People need to be forgiven… even if they don’t deserve it." He breathes softly, hanging his head a moment.

John takes Sherlock’s hand and presses a kiss to the back of it.

"I know promises aren’t really something you like to do…. but can you please promise me that the next time you start to fall back into the place you were…. can you come talk to me first? Let me know? So… So I don’t feel so useless and stupid and unobservant and guilty for nearly killing you because of my ignorance. I don’t want to watch you die again, Sher."

Sherlock holds his hand for a long time and gives him a little tug towards the bed so he’ll climb in. “Don’t call me Sher… he did that—” Sherlock muttered quietly before she moved over and waited for him to lay beside her. She needed contact, she needed to listen to his heart and she needed warmth.

"Poor circulation always does me in—" she mumbled, knowing that John knows why she wants him. She needed him close. "And tell Avalon to stop call me Mommy… it’s sad” she breathed out.

"She’ll start calling you Mother. I can’t really stop her." He murmurs, climbing into the bed with her and position them both so she can hear his heart beat while he keeps her warm.

Pressing a kiss to her temple, he whispers her name, “Sherlock. Promise me. Please. So I sleep better at night.”

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