May Q&A 2025 💖

Here are some small little questions answered and some fun prompts 💐

I might do a part two, but as I said in the previous post, I am very focused on getting further on the main game as my main priority 💝

The form is still open, so if you do have something to send, please feel free to, and I might get to them later <3

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Hi!, how about as a prompt an in love John Watson and simp Hamish saving a very attractive and shy Sherlock from very persistent admirers who won’t leave her alone, I can just imagine they both go straight back to fighting over her while Mrs Hudson smirks in the background 😂 (I’m dearly wishing something like this can happen in the ball)

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Lol this is a teamup I never imagined, but it’s interesting 😆

I imagine W and H were standing off to the side, having a somewhat passive-aggressive conversation while Sherlock was in the middle of some information gathering. But when, suddenly, the two men look over… There, they see Sherlock looking back at them, 🥺 pleading in her eyes to get them away from these new strange strangers who crowd her, who have nothing interesting to say, and all too much to suggest.

Watson would try to be polite at first, use more charm and diversion to not escalate the situation. Walking forward to the group, his hand came to lay upon Sherlock's upper back, a warm soothing hand.

W: “Gentlemen, I am afraid I will have to steal my partner away.” He smiles that easy smile. “If you will excuse us—“

But they don’t relent. One comes and grabs the wrist of the object of all the “affection”, of MC, whilst rudely claiming she has no wish to leave at all, not when they were all so comfortably talking.

H: “Do you make it a habit, Sir Beresford, to put your hand on women whom you lack even a proper introduction?” His voice is soft, yet nowhere near gentle. His firm green eyes look between MC’s hand and the worst offending stranger’s face.

The stranger lets you go, and looks a little wide-eyed, and pallid in tone now.

W: “Enough of a crime to be escorted out of a ball by one's lapel, I should think—don’t you think, Sir Hawthorne?”

H: “Oh, quite right. Fordyce’s sermon, was it? That mention it,” Hamish says, an infinitesimal twitch of a smile upon his lips.

The men are escorted out, nearly thrown from the threshold into the hard gravel outside the gate. And as soon as this happens, and MC returns to decent, recurring breaths, H and W too return to their bickering.

An unlikely cease-fire.

But it makes much sense for the one thing that started their animosity is also the one thing that can end it... For a time.