Every Monday, I will post a prompt. You have until the following Monday to write and reply to this post with a 100-200 word fic inspired by the prompt. All Sherlock Holmes (& adjacent) fandoms are welcome!
For an extra challenge, try to hit exactly 100 words, or write a 221B drabble.
You can reply with the full text of the drabble, or link out to another site like Ao3, Tumblr, your personal DW, etc. Feel free to post completed works to our Ao3 collection!
Fics posted to the main challenge must be SFW; you must link out if your response is NSFW. Please warn for content where appropriate.
WHAT ELSE?
Don't worry if you miss a week! You don't have to commit to this challenge and are welcome to drop in and out. You can also go back and write a late response anytime.
You may post more than one response to a single week's prompt.
If you're inspired to continue your drabbles, you're welcome to connect multiple challenge responses to each other, or expand on your fics outside of the challenge.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Fandom: Granada/ACD Holmes Rating: G Notes/Warnings: Two drabble special today! Word count: 221 each for a total of 442 Link:here
Characters: Holmes and Watson Fandom: ACD canon Rating: G Word count: 100 Text:
The making of tea is simply chemistry, so it can be treated like an experiment of sorts. The time I have spent in Sussex with my Watson has enabled me to make a longitudinal study, from which the following conclusions may be drawn.
First, a strong cup is best mid-morning.
Second, only apply a dash of milk, although this is a most imprecise measurement.
Third, and most important, serving tea in our warm kitchen, after a cold walk, with a plate of biscuits on the tray, is a foolproof recipe for a contented Watson and, by extension, a contented detective.
Characters: Holmes, Watson, Mrs. Hudson Fandom: ACD Sherlock Holmes Rating: General Audiences Word Count: 184
In the early morning, Holmes and I sat to breakfast. A rare occasion, as normally Holmes would be out or still sleeping at this time. I revelled in a domestic paradise.
"Holmes, I was just pondering - what is your favourite kind of tea?"
He looked up from his newspaper, then at the tea sitting in front of him. It was earl grey, the kind he drank most often. Despite the same going for me, I couldn't call it my favourite.
"I'll tell you his favourite," said Mrs. Hudson, entering with a smug smile. Both Holmes and I looked at her in surprise. "Whenever Mr. Holmes gets in one of his moods, I fetch him the same blend my mother used to give me. You drink it faster than any other I make for you. I don't suppose you've paid much attention to the tea you've had from me." The words were scolding, but she said them with a teasing, affectionate air.
"Well, thank you, Mrs. Hudson," said Holmes with no small degree of timidity.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Robotson Fandom: Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century Rating: G Notes/Warnings: 22c Word count: 221b Link:
At long last, the unstable side won out. Sherlock Holmes paced ravenously around the apartment, spiraling. The world had grown into a most vile and heinous place in the time he had been asleep; it wasn't even the criminals who had gotten worse, but rather, the society itself was ever more corrupt and destructive. The police system was simultaneously a laughingstock and an agent of very real harm, and Holmes had no choice but to work alongside them. He considered drugs, violence - something to bring him an escape from this lonely hellscape where nothing was the same as it used to be. In his own era, his relationship with his body was shaky at best. Here, he felt no self preservation and was even more keen to end this horrible nightmare.
"Tea?"
Startled from his thoughts, Holmes regarded Robotson in the doorway, who carried a tray with a kettle and the other necessary supplies for a nice cuppa. He felt strangely moved by this; nodding, the mechanical assistant entered the room and started to prepare the cup. Lemon and sugar, exactly as he preferred…
Robotson gently handed him the saucer. The familiarity of the smell gave him pause; a hopeful feeling filled his chest and he softened. Maybe not all was lost, maybe there was yet something in which to believe.
Characters: Iris Wilson, Herlock Sholmes, Yujin Mikotoba, Susato Mikotoba Fandom: The Great Ace Attorney Rating: G Notes/Warnings: TGAA spoilers Word count: 221(B!) Link:here
"The green tea blend," says Sholmes, topping up Iris' cup, "also contains dried cherry blossom, according to your father. What do you think?"
Iris, age eight, wraps her small hands around the teacup. Steam billows off the surface of the liquid; she wrinkles her nose as hot air and condensation wafts into her face. She blows the tea cool before taking another careful sip. Rich earthy green, subtle-sweet flower: the flavors roll over her tongue, then warm her through.
"Well," she grins, humming her approval, "I think it's simply wonderful!" But a moment later, her face falls. The girl stares down into her cup, pensive: Sholmes watches her nervously, his own smile threatening to fade.
"Hurley?" She looks up at Sholmes at last. "Could we send him one of my blends?"
---
"Real English tea!" chirps Susato, fourteen-- reaching across the table, she practically snatches her steaming, fragrant cup from her father's hands.
"Careful, you'll burn yourself," Mikotoba laughs.
"However did you get it?"
The man scratches at his mustache as Susato takes a first tentative sip of herbal tea. "It came with our latest Randst," he decides upon. "The friend who sends them included the tea as a gift."
She beams. "It's delicious! Please, pass along my compliments!"
---
"She loved the tea," his next coded letter ends. "Send Iris our best."
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Fandom: The Great Mouse Detective
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: n/a
Word count: 221
Link: here
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Fandom: Granada/ACD Holmes
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: Two drabble special today!
Word count: 221 each for a total of 442
Link: here
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Fandom: ACD canon
Rating: G
Word count: 100
Text:
The making of tea is simply chemistry, so it can be treated like an experiment of sorts. The time I have spent in Sussex with my Watson has enabled me to make a longitudinal study, from which the following conclusions may be drawn.
First, a strong cup is best mid-morning.
Second, only apply a dash of milk, although this is a most imprecise measurement.
Third, and most important, serving tea in our warm kitchen, after a cold walk, with a plate of biscuits on the tray, is a foolproof recipe for a contented Watson and, by extension, a contented detective.
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Characters: Holmes, Watson, Mrs. Hudson
Fandom: ACD Sherlock Holmes
Rating: General Audiences
Word Count: 184
In the early morning, Holmes and I sat to breakfast. A rare occasion, as normally Holmes would be out or still sleeping at this time. I revelled in a domestic paradise.
"Holmes, I was just pondering - what is your favourite kind of tea?"
He looked up from his newspaper, then at the tea sitting in front of him. It was earl grey, the kind he drank most often. Despite the same going for me, I couldn't call it my favourite.
"I'll tell you his favourite," said Mrs. Hudson, entering with a smug smile. Both Holmes and I looked at her in surprise. "Whenever Mr. Holmes gets in one of his moods, I fetch him the same blend my mother used to give me. You drink it faster than any other I make for you. I don't suppose you've paid much attention to the tea you've had from me." The words were scolding, but she said them with a teasing, affectionate air.
"Well, thank you, Mrs. Hudson," said Holmes with no small degree of timidity.
She gave us a smile, and wafted out the room.
Tea
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes in the 22nd Century
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: 22c
Word count: 221b
Link:
At long last, the unstable side won out. Sherlock Holmes paced ravenously around the apartment, spiraling. The world had grown into a most vile and heinous place in the time he had been asleep; it wasn't even the criminals who had gotten worse, but rather, the society itself was ever more corrupt and destructive. The police system was simultaneously a laughingstock and an agent of very real harm, and Holmes had no choice but to work alongside them. He considered drugs, violence - something to bring him an escape from this lonely hellscape where nothing was the same as it used to be. In his own era, his relationship with his body was shaky at best. Here, he felt no self preservation and was even more keen to end this horrible nightmare.
"Tea?"
Startled from his thoughts, Holmes regarded Robotson in the doorway, who carried a tray with a kettle and the other necessary supplies for a nice cuppa. He felt strangely moved by this; nodding, the mechanical assistant entered the room and started to prepare the cup. Lemon and sugar, exactly as he preferred…
Robotson gently handed him the saucer. The familiarity of the smell gave him pause; a hopeful feeling filled his chest and he softened. Maybe not all was lost, maybe there was yet something in which to believe.
no subject
Fandom: The Great Ace Attorney
Rating: G
Notes/Warnings: TGAA spoilers
Word count: 221(B!)
Link: here
"The green tea blend," says Sholmes, topping up Iris' cup, "also contains dried cherry blossom, according to your father. What do you think?"
Iris, age eight, wraps her small hands around the teacup. Steam billows off the surface of the liquid; she wrinkles her nose as hot air and condensation wafts into her face. She blows the tea cool before taking another careful sip. Rich earthy green, subtle-sweet flower: the flavors roll over her tongue, then warm her through.
"Well," she grins, humming her approval, "I think it's simply wonderful!" But a moment later, her face falls. The girl stares down into her cup, pensive: Sholmes watches her nervously, his own smile threatening to fade.
"Hurley?" She looks up at Sholmes at last. "Could we send him one of my blends?"
---
"Real English tea!" chirps Susato, fourteen-- reaching across the table, she practically snatches her steaming, fragrant cup from her father's hands.
"Careful, you'll burn yourself," Mikotoba laughs.
"However did you get it?"
The man scratches at his mustache as Susato takes a first tentative sip of herbal tea. "It came with our latest Randst," he decides upon. "The friend who sends them included the tea as a gift."
She beams. "It's delicious! Please, pass along my compliments!"
---
"She loved the tea," his next coded letter ends. "Send Iris our best."
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