The most rad thing about Sherlock fandom is there’s any sub genre that you could want.
Sherlock as an artist? Done.
Johnlock on a fucking merchant vessel in the 1800’s? Cha-ching.
John is a catcher (🙃) and Sherlock as a pitcher (😏)? Giddy up.
Bookshop owner? Yeppp.
Sherlock’s a florist? They’re fish? They hike in the Pacific Northwest? Butler and gardner and balletlock and tunalock, greaserlock, vampirelock and fucking Odamaki and blueink3 and clones and ghosts and actors and Victor Trevor and text relationships and threesomes and so many safe words.
There’s tattoolock and that one coffee shop AU that just won’t quit, fireplace hearth sex, risking their lives in the Alps, being hermits in Canada.
Can’t forget reality show chef and country and western recluse, Wimbledon, the surfing classsssic, omegaverse and parentlock.
There are careful and thoughtful takes on characters’ identities. There are gentle interpretations on aging. There is illness and death and birth, deep explorations of humanity and love and hate.
Every reality you would like to see brought to life, any trope you could want, every scenario you could imagine given eagerly to you by a *range* of people from seasoned creators to first-time writers.
The breadth and sheer volume of fan fiction is amazing. The fact that we have so many insanely-talented creators giving us quality content is ridiculous.
You’re all so fucking cool. Thank you for creating. Thank you for being brave and sharing your work and treating these characters so lovingly.
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