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Title: Christmas Wishes
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: Christmas wishes really do come true.

Author’s Note: A squid crackfic gift for the Yahoo Holmesslash group. Happy Holidays. Enjoy.

Christmas Wishes


“Yes, Watson?”

“What on earth happened here?”

“Well, Mrs. Hudson was quite stressed with the holidays, so I’m rolling pie crust, decorating the tree, hanging the mistletoe, sweeping the floor, and lighting the Yule log.”

“Holmes, you’re an octopus!”

“A squid, Watson, a squid. You see but do not observe the correct number of tentacles.”



“Holmes, why are you a squid?”

“Mrs. Hudson needed some extra hands… er… appendages. It was her Christmas wish that I help out.”

“Did you have to become a squid to do so?”

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Title: Octopus Meetings
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes
Pairing: Holmes/Watson
Rating: PG
Warnings: Pure crack. And an octopus.
Disclaimer: Not mine, although actually in the public domain. No profit is intended.

Summary: An encounter at the Cornish shore changes Holmes and Watson’s lives forever.

Author’s Note: Written in honor of Cephalopod Awareness Day and the Holmesslash Yahoo Group’s… er… fascination with cephalopods. This may be one of the strangest things I’ve written, as I’ve managed to combine Watson angst and an octopus POV.

Oh, and I blame [ profile] elena_c for encouraging me to write a cephalopod fic.

This takes place immediately following the end of “The Adventures of the Devil’s Foot”.

Octopus Meetings

The Giant Octopus swam into a new territory, neither knowing nor caring that he was in Poldhu Bay, at the further extremity of the Cornish peninsula. While this was not his usual octopus habitat, he was nonetheless content. He swam in and out of the reefs, investigating the sunken ships, and enjoying the abundance of food.

He had been swimming around by himself for a while, finding new seas and new reefs and new places. It was a good life but, he had to admit, a lonely one. Sadly, it had been a long time since he had seen any other octopuses, or really anyone with tentacles at all. Sighing slightly and releasing a bit of ink, he changed color and looked up at the shore.


‘I have never loved, Watson.’ His words spun round and round in my head. I walked along the cliffs, following Holmes blindly. While I had never expected him to return my unnatural affection, I was surprisingly devastated now that I was so utterly rejected.

‘I have never loved, Watson.’ I would have to be careful, so that he would never know of my devotion, my loyalty, my love, my lust. Dear Lord, he must never know! Part of me was relieved, but a small part, the part that had never given up hope, wanted to grab him and shake him and demand to know ‘Why? Why wasn’t I good enough? Why would he never love me?’

“Watson,” Holmes said in a concerned tone, his hand on my arm. I started.

“Are you all right?” he asked me.

“Of course,” I lied. “Why do you ask?”
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