Dedicated to the Sherlock Holmes movies by director Guy Ritchie, starring Robert Downey Jr. and Jude Law.
WEEKLY FIC/FANART/PICSPAM PROMPT POST: "Protect"
NEW RULE: Fanart and picspams are also welcome. Please put one fic/piece of fanart/picspam per comment. Any length/size, as many fills as you want, all Ritchieverse characters welcome! This week's prompt will be "PROTECT" and you can interpret that way any way you like, for any characters you please!
RULES (don't worry, they are not complicated):
-- Fanart of any quality is welcome. A funny doodle in Paint? YES! Your beautiful portrait sketch? Of course! You don't have to be Van Gogh, just have fun.
-- Picspams can be one photo to a batch of gifs. Please post one set per comment. (To post pictures, hit the Aa button on the bottom of the comment post, a Rich Text menu will show up on top. Hit the image button and you'll see !.[].(http://) -- minus the dots show up. Drag a picture before the ! or put the URL in the (http://) area. The URL works better than the drag and drop for me, but try both for yourself.)
You can post as many fills as you like in a prompt post. Put the fics in this post as a comment or multiple comments (label them with numbers if multiple parts, ie: 1/3, 2/3 etc) You may interpret the theme any way you like. Be as creative and loose in your interpretation as you please.
Label fics in the first line of your first comment with characters/ships, rating and warnings if applicable. (Please warn for non-con and major character death as a courtesy. No underage fic please, as it is illegal in certain countries.)
ALL lengths, pairings (RPF is welcome), gen and AUs are welcome. No minimum word count. I mean it. Three sentences? Great! Three hundred pages ... yessssss. If you need help with posting, message me. Dash something off and post it! Don't be shy, we're here to have fun.
Comments and hearts on fics are what keep the fires burning. Readers thoughts are just as welcome and important as fics! If you are shy, hit a heart. And most of all ENJOY YOURSELF.
(If I've forgotten anything here, let me know. It's early and I drink decaf now. Yeah, yeah ... I know.)




Not new but not on the 'net anywhere either.
Close Calls (H/W, PG-13, 688 words)
Sherlock Holmes was reputed to be a brilliant man. And not merely a brain with no corporeal abilities, but a fighter and athlete besides. Through rigorous training and constant practice, he was every bit as formidable physically as intellectually.
Yet even the finest physical specimen must make allowances for reaction times and reflexes, allow himself a space of opportunity for escape from oncoming danger. Homes had once been a master of the last second dodge, had given Doctor John H. Watson more than one bad moment by his tendency to throw all caution and common sense to the winds, only to save himself with moments to spare.
Until the one time…
Perhaps Holmes had not seen the oncoming carriage, never mind that it was hard to miss in the middle of the night on a deserted London side street. Perhaps, in some fit of overweening self-confidence, the insufferable man had determined that he could engage the panicked horse in a stare-down and merge triumphant.
Watson, somewhat distracted by bludgeoning the miscreant they’d been pursuing, had almost not acted in time. Assessing in a split second that Holmes was not moving and the hurtling equine powered conveyance was not diverting from its relentless course, Watson abandoned his attack and launched himself through the air, knocking Holmes to one side, and landing atop the sprawled detective’s supine form.
As he helped Holmes to his feet, and launched into a verbal tirade about carelessness and inattention, Watson noticed a rather beatific expression on his dearest friend’s face. He had chalked it up to the other man being dazed, either from the shock of the near miss or being thrown violently to the ground.
Until it happened again. And again. The circumstances differed in their particulars, but the end result was the same. Holmes, on his back, on the ground, Watson laid out on top of him, having narrowly saved the World’s Greatest Detective from yet another impending disaster.
John Hamish Watson was not a stupid man.
After the sixth occurrence in a fortnight, and after determining that once again, by the grace of Providence, neither of them had been injured, Watson hefted Holmes up from the ground. Eschewing the customary dressing down, he merely grabbed Holmes by the wrist, turned the case at hand over to whatever Yarder was closest, and marched off towards Baker Street, Holmes in tow.
Up the seventeen steps, through the sitting room and into Holmes’s bedroom, Watson towed the increasingly confused detective, ignoring all protests and questions. Once inside the room, and the door locked, he swung around, grasping Holmes by both shoulders and pushed him forcibly onto the mattress.
“Watson! What the—“ sputtered the master of deduction ineffectually.
Watson removed his bowler hat, and his ulster. Set aside his sword cane, then stood looming over Holmes who lay, on his back on the bed, brown eyes hugely round and not a little indignant.
“Don’t think I don’t know what you’ve been about!” Watson growled, unbuttoning his waistcoat and tossing it aside. “All these near misses and hairsbreadth escapes!”
“Watson, I don’t know what you’re on about… I ---"
Whatever Holmes was going to say was stifled by Watson launching himself onto the bed and on top of Holmes. Once landed he began a rather determined undulation that aligned certain parts of their anatomy perfectly, creating a most delicious friction.
Holmes arched against the contact, even as Watson pressed down and into him harder. “If this is what you wanted, Holmes, you only needed to ask…and henceforth you will…no more taking decades off my life with these contrived situations—understood?” Watson ground out around the building wave of his own satisfaction.
Holmes made a noise, more of a whimper of compliance, helpless before the force of his release.
John Hamish Watson was not a stupid man.
This is insanely hot. OMG, TAKE WATSON AIN'T DUMB. And he's so take charge here ... fans self Wow, WOOOOOWWWW.
Oh Holmes. You are sneaky but you should know better. Although it worked out for him!
LOOOOVE IT SO MUCH!! (And I don't remember reading this before, huh!)
It is from the old WTW SH09 promptmeme---Wave of Sorrow's prompt, I think it was!
So glad you enjoyed it so much!! THANK you!