OMGOMGOMGOMG YOU’RE ACTUALLY TAKING PROMPTS I’M GOING TO DIE. *deep breath* Okay, so I have a mighty, mighty need for either demon!Sherlock living with John in 221B and John slowly figures out that something’s not right, but then the demon refuses to leave Sherlock and seduces John. OR, I would love a fic where Sherlock is a violinist in a rock/punk band. Also, let me know if I did this wrong and you want requests sent to you in a different way. I’m just so excited! Your writing is perfect. <3

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OH MYGOD. moriartystayingalive I AM SO SORRY THIS IS LATE. I FOUND THE DOC FOR THIS TONIGHT AND REALIZED I HADN’T FINISHED IT SO I HUNTED DOWN YOUR ASK, PLEASE FORGIVE ME (HUGS)

Not quite what you wanted… but sort-of demon-Sherlock? A very confusing piece, I’m sorry HUGS.

  • – Title: By His Shadow

Summary When Sherlock was twenty-two, he let himself by possessed by a demon. The demon never left.

The thing about demons is that they used to be angels too. What does that say about angels, if they’re as easy to corrupt as human beings?

No, Sherlock thinks as he finishes the summoning circle, if angels and demons are anything like humans than the damned must be the ones who push the rules… the ones with the answers he craves. They are the ones worth demanding knowledge from.

He lets his blood drop down in rivers from his eyes and his wrists and waits as the shadows twist and turn and mold themselves into something malleable, something understandable to human eyes, before a figure steps into the circle, staring down at kneeling Sherlock.

It’s… it’s himself.

“…Impossible,” Sherlock breathes.

“Nothing is impossible, if there is proof of it before your eyes,” his doppelganger, replies with whited out eyes. Nothing but a tiny dot of dark blood-red to indicate pupils. He even speaks with the same accent, the same tells and bored monotone.

“You’re not real,” Sherlock growls. “You’re an illusion. Made of mirrors. A trick of a spell. I’ll get rid of you—”

“Don’t be stupid,” the thing drawls, his disdain grating to Sherlock’s ears. “You know the spell is valid. The evidence was there when you researched it… no, you just don’t want to admit that the greatest demons… lie… in… yourself,” the thing blows smoke against Sherlock’s face.

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