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fairy-roses-and-tardis-blue:

Just a couple of Fowlock ideas…

  • Artemis having relations with Moriarty
  • Sherlock trying to track down Artemis when he was still a criminal
  • Artemis and Sherlock having an argument because Sherlock wants Artemis to tell him what he knows about Moriarty
  • Sherlock suddenly realizing that the Fowls are no longer against the law
  • Sherlock finding out the existence of fairies through Artemis after extensive research
  • Holly and John trading stories
  • Butler and John trading stories
  • Holly, Butler, and John being best buddies

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jasjabberwocky:

Sherlock Holmes and Artemis Fowl are on my mind for some weird reason so

Imagine Sherlock meeting Artemis. He underestimates him, as everyone does when meeting him for the first time, reels off the usual series of observations and deductions. Artemis considers, finds this an interesting idea, and does the same thing to Sherlock.

Imagine Sherlock meeting Holly Short, Artemis telling him smugly that all the fairy tales he dismissed as silly many years ago are … not exactly true, but far more intense than he imagined. Sherlock, to Artemis’ surprise, takes it all in his stride. John and Butler glance at each other and roll their eyes. Geniuses.

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jasjabberwocky:

Sherlock Holmes and Artemis Fowl are on my mind for some weird reason so

Imagine Sherlock meeting Artemis. He underestimates him, as everyone does when meeting him for the first time, reels off the usual series of observations and deductions. Artemis considers, finds this an interesting idea, and does the same thing to Sherlock.

Imagine Sherlock meeting Holly Short, Artemis telling him smugly that all the fairy tales he dismissed as silly many years ago are … not exactly true, but far more intense than he imagined. Sherlock, to Artemis’ surprise, takes it all in his stride. John and Butler glance at each other and roll their eyes. Geniuses.

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thewayhistoryiswritten asked: I love your blog. Please don't stop doing what you do. I love this crossover so much, it needs more love

Oh gosh wow, thank you!  I love running this blog, I’ve definitely got no plans to stop!

More Fowlock love is always a good thing!  The more, the better!

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deductionism asked: OH MY GOSH, WHY HAVE I NEVER SEEN THIS BLOG BEFORE? It combines my two great loves - and moreover it combines them in a way I LOVE. Fowlock is simply perfect - thankyou, a million times over! Asfghjkl can't contain my feeeeeeeeels, I've been looking for something like this fovever! <333

Ah gosh, thank you!  I have to agree 100%, it’s such a wonderful combination, and there’s so much wonderful fanwork out there for it, it makes me so happy every time the tag updates!  

Gosh wow yeah, thank you!  And thanks to all the amazing contributors who make running this blog a total joy!

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knightblazer:

Written for Michele, who has been wonderful and wrote some Superlock for me. As promised, I am returning the favor and giving her Fowlock. Set in an AU where Artemis never met The People, while for Sherlock its post TRF. This is a mildly depressing drabble, so be warned.
The gun is steady in John’s hand as he keeps it trained at the giant man in front of him. Most others, he knows, would have already been long scared off by the sheer size of this man, but then again John is not like most people. He has fought in Afghanistan and watched fellow soldiers fight to their death; he has seen all manner of gruesome injuries and the most violent deaths imaginable. Most importantly though, he has been with Sherlock Holmes, and the things that he has shown John are so much more terrifying and intense than this giant of a man who stands casually before him. The large man shifts a little, and John carefully keeps his pistol pointed to him as the two properly meet each other eye to eye. From this distance, John can see the coolness of those calm, calculating blue eyes that watch him in a way very much like a hawk. Those are eyes which John has seen and know all too well—they are the eyes of a man dedicated to his task, a man who has given his all for nothing but one task and one task alone.  They are the eyes that stare back at John these days when he looks at the mirror these days. “So,” the man starts, sounding very calm and composed. “You finally found me.” There’s nothing in his deep voice that betrays any sort of panic at all, and John can’t help but wonder for a moment if there is something that could frighten this man. Somehow, it feels like there is nothing in this world that could touch him at all. Rather than voicing that thought out loud, John keeps his own composure and eyes the other as he starts to speak. “I take it that you have been expecting me.” A shrug. “Sooner or later, yes. He told it to me.” John narrows his eyes. “Who told it to you?” The only response that he gets from the man in return is a small, amused smile. “Must you ask me such a needless question, Mr. Watson?” He says while he inclines his head, one hand gesturing around the large, empty room they were both currently standing in. “You should know well enough who it would be, if you’ve managed to hunt me down to all the way here.” Dublin, Ireland. That’s where they are now, and indeed, John knows how and why Sebastian Moran would be hiding out in here. Mycroft had told him already before he set out for this place—the ruined castle that had once been known as the home for one of the greatest criminal families in history. The Fowls.  According to the records, the last heir, Artemis Fowl II, had perished many years ago in a violent shootout. But like how identities could be created, they could also be very well erased. Mycroft had taken a while to piece everything together, but eventually he had managed to find out the truth. (“Even Jim Moriarty, apparently, had been a false identity by itself. His true name is…”) “Artemis Fowl,” John breathes out, the answer echoing around the walls. Sebastian’s smile didn’t fade. “He prefers to go by Jim Moriatry these days.” John clenches he jaw and tightens his grip on the pistol. “He’s dead,” he says, nearly spitting out the words. Moriarty is dead, but then so is Sherlock. Sherlock died because of him, because of what Lestrande had discovered, and to know the reasons behind why he had jumped off from the rooftop then… The only change in Sebastian’s expression is a small flicker of his eyes to the ground. “He is,” he replies after a pause, voice still as neutral as ever. There is a short beat after that answer, but soon John breaks it with another question. “Are you going to follow your master to the grave now that he is gone?” Sebastian simply looks straight at John again and smiles not too kindly. “You should know better than anyone else to never question the loyalty of a soldier, Mr. Watson. My name might have changed, but I am still a Butler through and through. If need be, I will follow him to the fires of Hell if I have to.”— the almanac of last things

knightblazer:

Written for Michele, who has been wonderful and wrote some Superlock for me. As promised, I am returning the favor and giving her Fowlock. Set in an AU where Artemis never met The People, while for Sherlock its post TRF. This is a mildly depressing drabble, so be warned.

The gun is steady in John’s hand as he keeps it trained at the giant man in front of him. Most others, he knows, would have already been long scared off by the sheer size of this man, but then again John is not like most people. He has fought in Afghanistan and watched fellow soldiers fight to their death; he has seen all manner of gruesome injuries and the most violent deaths imaginable. Most importantly though, he has been with Sherlock Holmes, and the things that he has shown John are so much more terrifying and intense than this giant of a man who stands casually before him.

The large man shifts a little, and John carefully keeps his pistol pointed to him as the two properly meet each other eye to eye. From this distance, John can see the coolness of those calm, calculating blue eyes that watch him in a way very much like a hawk. Those are eyes which John has seen and know all too well—they are the eyes of a man dedicated to his task, a man who has given his all for nothing but one task and one task alone.

They are the eyes that stare back at John these days when he looks at the mirror these days.

“So,” the man starts, sounding very calm and composed. “You finally found me.” There’s nothing in his deep voice that betrays any sort of panic at all, and John can’t help but wonder for a moment if there is something that could frighten this man. Somehow, it feels like there is nothing in this world that could touch him at all.

Rather than voicing that thought out loud, John keeps his own composure and eyes the other as he starts to speak. “I take it that you have been expecting me.”

A shrug. “Sooner or later, yes. He told it to me.”

John narrows his eyes. “Who told it to you?”

The only response that he gets from the man in return is a small, amused smile. “Must you ask me such a needless question, Mr. Watson?” He says while he inclines his head, one hand gesturing around the large, empty room they were both currently standing in. “You should know well enough who it would be, if you’ve managed to hunt me down to all the way here.”

Dublin, Ireland. That’s where they are now, and indeed, John knows how and why Sebastian Moran would be hiding out in here. Mycroft had told him already before he set out for this place—the ruined castle that had once been known as the home for one of the greatest criminal families in history. The Fowls.

According to the records, the last heir, Artemis Fowl II, had perished many years ago in a violent shootout. But like how identities could be created, they could also be very well erased. Mycroft had taken a while to piece everything together, but eventually he had managed to find out the truth.

(“Even Jim Moriarty, apparently, had been a false identity by itself. His true name is…”)

“Artemis Fowl,” John breathes out, the answer echoing around the walls.

Sebastian’s smile didn’t fade. “He prefers to go by Jim Moriatry these days.”

John clenches he jaw and tightens his grip on the pistol. “He’s dead,” he says, nearly spitting out the words. Moriarty is dead, but then so is Sherlock. Sherlock died because of him, because of what Lestrande had discovered, and to know the reasons behind why he had jumped off from the rooftop then…

The only change in Sebastian’s expression is a small flicker of his eyes to the ground. “He is,” he replies after a pause, voice still as neutral as ever.

There is a short beat after that answer, but soon John breaks it with another question. “Are you going to follow your master to the grave now that he is gone?”

Sebastian simply looks straight at John again and smiles not too kindly. “You should know better than anyone else to never question the loyalty of a soldier, Mr. Watson. My name might have changed, but I am still a Butler through and through. If need be, I will follow him to the fires of Hell if I have to.”

the almanac of last things

(Source: hulkism)

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