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gregorovitch-adler · 1 year

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Burnt

His entire body was on fire. Fortunately, some good samaritan had dragged him out of the bonfire. As if God Himself was testing John's faith; taking him to the brink of death and dragging him back.

With half-open eyes, he tried to make sense of his mostly blurred surroundings. John felt the samaritan's hand faintly patting on his cheek and screaming his name. But wait, what was this? The samaritan had shown up in a long, black overcoat; with his black, curly hair falling over his forehead; with no protective gear? This saint had dived straight into the fire without giving a damn about himself.

Sherlock. Of course it was him. He saw a faint figure of Mary too, before the whole world around him blurred and went black.

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When John opened his eyes, he found himself covered in linen sheets. He tried to touch the fabric of whatever he was wearing. Something loose and thin. Then He looked around himself and gathered that he was in hospital.

His head was throbbing with pain. As if someone had forcefully inserted a hundred nails into his skull and was shaking his head mercilessly.

When he tried to move his face muscles, John felt a bit of swelling around his temple and cheek. There was some swelling on his forehead, too. He tried to touch his face with his left hand and realised that the skin of his face had been charred. His lips were so chapped, they were almost glued together.

His right hand was connected to an IV bag through a syringe and tube. To take care of his dehydrated state, perhaps.

Sherlock was sitting on a chair next to John's bed, hands steepled beneath his chin, and seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

In front of John, there stood a set of bottle-green portable curtains.

Too tired to move, John just turned a head a little in Sherlock's direction. It was as though his head was made of a ton of bricks. "Sherlock." His voice was just above a whisper.

Sherlock was disturbed from his state of trance. He didn't seemed to mind, though. He just got up from his chair and moved it closer to John's bed. Sherlock leaned in, looking concerned. "How are you feeling?"

John thought of a reply. "Smoked."

Sherlock chuckled. "Thought I'd lost you."

"What happened to me? What did the doctors say?"

"Second degree burns, and they suspect a mild concussion. You'll be taken out of here for a CT scan as soon as this IV bag is empty."

John nodded and looked away for a moment. "And what about you?"

Sherlock held out his right palm. It was swollen and red. "The doctor gave me a gel to apply and some pills to consume."

John gulped down his throat, trying to make sense of everything.

Sherlock somehow showed up on time to save his life, and he was the one who went straight into the fire with little protection, enduring first degree burns as a consequence. And John could still remember the way Sherlock was shouting his name.

"Where's Mary?" asked John, frowning.

Sherlock cleared his throat. "She was here in the ER for a while, with me. She's gone home, now. She said that she was exhausted and needed some rest. She had asked me to keep her updated about you."

"How is she, otherwise?"

Sherlock opened his mouth for a moment but then he pursed his lips. "She's fine," he said, after a moment. "She wasn't that close to the bonfire. But she said that whatever she had witnessed was a nightmare and that she needed to leave."

John nodded. So, Mary, his girlfriend, was at a safe distance from the fire. Meanwhile Sherlock had risked his life for him that night.

Not that John blamed Mary for thinking about her own safety. Any sane person in her place would've done the same. John was just trying to take it all in.

Sherlock, the same man whom John had punched- three times no less, that too at a public place- was still in the hospital, sitting beside his bed and enduring first degree burns himself; meanwhile Mary had gone home when she saw fit.

This didn't make much sense. John was comparatively stable, now. Why didn't Sherlock leave, or at least go out of the ER for some time to take a break?

John looked over at the IV bag. It was still half-full. The rate of drops was quite slow.

John recalled the night he had strangled Sherlock and winced.

"What is it, John? You okay?" asked Sherlock.

John came out of his thoughts and looked at Sherlock with his brows furrowed. "Why did you fake your death again?"

Sherlock gaped at John with his eyes narrowed. "John, now is not the time-"

"It can take half an hour or more for this bag to be empty. We both have nothing else to do. May as well talk."

"I tried to, that night," said Sherlock, looking away with a neutral face. "Last time I remember, my nose was bleeding. Figured you weren't quite interested in talking," he said dryly.

John's nose was flared and his lips must forming a thin line. "Well, last time I remember, someone had made me grieve pointlessly for two bloody years."

"I didn't do that willingly. Moriarty had compelled me to do that," said Sherlock in a raised volume.

"Couldn't you have let me in on your plan? Many other people as known about your suicide being fake. Why not me?"

Sherlock closed his eyes and sighed in exasperation. "Would you just listen to what happened from my side? Without your annoying interruptions?"

"That's not-"

"Listen to me John. Otherwise we're not talking about this thing again."

John bit his lower lip and stared ahead at the curtains. He clenched his jaw and nodded.

"I had asked you to go to Baker Street, when someone told you that Mrs Hudson was shot, over the phone. You rushed to 221, Baker Street, only to find Mrs Hudson perfectly alright. I had to go to the roof top at of that hospital, alone, in the meantime."

John turned to look at Sherlock, abruptly. "Hang on. So, you knew that the phone call was fake?"

Sherlock pursed his lips and nodded.

"And you still let me go?" John asked, feeling hurt.

"I had wanted to go with you, up there. Moriarty must have ordered his minions to plant that hoax phone call to push you away from me. What was I to do? I had no choice but to go ahead with whatever he was doing to get the knack of his motive." Sherlock compressed his lips. "Sorry about that, too."

"Continue," said John with a nod.

"When I was there, facing him finally, I thought it was probably for the best that you had gone. He was playing mind games even during those final moments. He told me that there was no keycode. It was all a lie.

"I was trying hard to find a way out of all this, so that I wouldn't have to have to fake my death, or worse yet, die for real."

"Then he asked me jump off the roof, telling me that he had planted three snipers on you, Mrs Hudson and Lestrade. All three of you would die if I didn't jump.

"He revealed that those snipers could only be called off at his signal. And then he shot himself in the mouth, later on, blowing his brains out." Sherlock paused for breath.

John gasped softly. He wanted to reach out for Sherlock's hand to hold.

"If I'd not jumped from the roof to go ahead with Mycroft's plan, that was to fake my death in front of those snipers, they would've killed you.

"You had figured that the phone call was fake and were back at the pavement across the road from that hospital," said Sherlock and bit his bottom lip.

"My staged suicide had to look convincing to everyone, including you, John. I did what I had to. I'm sorry for hurting you like this."

John's heart sank and his brows were furrowed. "It's not the staged suicide itself that made me angry. Your timing was shitty, showing up at the restaurant in a waiter's disguise, just when I was about to propose to Mary. And you laughed at my moustache, on top of everything."

Sherlock looked down at his lap. "Sorry again."

"You don't have to keep apologising. What happened next? Where did you go?"

"Many parts of the world, trying to dismantle Moriarty's network. Most of my days were spent in Eastern Europe. Serbia, mainly."

"Why?"

Sherlock screwed his eyes shut. "You don't want to know."

John's lips were parted. "Yes, I do. Please, tell me what happened there."

Sherlock swallowed. "I'd been abducted and those people had trapped me in a small dungeon. I was confined within those four walls, chained and handcuffed."

"Jesus! What else?" John's eyes were pricking with tears around the corner.

"They used to whip me frequently, on my back. Sometimes they would use a knife, with or without burning flames, as they pleased. Starved me to death. Didn't let me sleep for days altogether."

John's eyes were welling up. He blinked furiously and swallowed. "Sherlock," he whispered. "I strangled you and your back had hit the floor that night, and your wounds were still fresh? I even punched you, three times, no less, in that condition. It's good that I'm here, I guess. Burnt. I had it coming."

"Don't say that-"

"But it's true!" John exclaimed and closed his eyes tightly as tears were streaming down his cheeks. "I'm so sorry, Sherlock. I didn't have the first idea. I seriously apologise for hurting you after what you'd already been through," he said kept sobbing for a while, aggravating his headache even more. He stifled his sobs with his hand and tried to cover his face. "Could- could you please forgive me?"

Sherlock grabbed John's hand and held it tightly in his own. "Of course, I can. I already have. I didn't even think about it in that way. You did not have the full picture of the situation. You didn't know," he said and interlocked their fingers. "I told you, now was not the time."

John kept crying softly for some time. He had been in love with Sherlock, when they were still living together. John hadn't dared to say anything, for the sake of maintaining their friendship.

John still felt the same way about Sherlock, even more so after everything he had learnt about him, just now.

John had been in a relationship with Mary so that he could create an illusion of being alive. Because to him, Sherlock really was dead at that time. He had liked Mary but the love he had felt for Sherlock was something else. So far beyond. He really was an idiot for physically hurting Sherlock like this.

At the back of his mind, John couldn't help but feel actually good about his proposal being interrupted, that night. He'll have to explain himself to Mary, of course. Break it off with her, probably. But that discussion could wait.

John wiped his tears from his eyes and hissed in pain because of a burning sensation. He stopped crying and turned to look at Sherlock. "I'm really sorry."

Sherlock was still holding his hand. He gave it a squeeze. "It's fine. I mean it," he said, holding John's gaze in his own.

John couldn't take his eyes off Sherlock. Something about the way Sherlock was looking at him... he had never seen that emotion in Sherlock's eyes before. What was it?

That's when it hit him: could it be love? It seemed to make sense, given the physical and mental torture Sherlock must have been through for two years, for John's safety.

And after he was abducted and pushed inside the bonfire, Sherlock had saved his life, yet again, while Mary was standing far away. First degree burns were no joke. The way Sherlock was screaming his name; the panic in his eyes at that time.

"Why was I kidnapped, Sherlock?" John needed to know. "I thought those people were after you. Why did they kidnap me, then?"

Sherlock broke the gaze and looked away, freeing his hand from John's. "Uh... I don't know. Good question. Speaking of which, I need to go through the graphs and posters that I'd made for this case, at home. I'll get back to it, once we're out of here."

Sherlock's mere hesitation and the way he had abruptly changed the topic looked like a confirmation, in itself.

It was love.

"How long have you been sitting here?" asked John.

"As soon as we were allowed to visit you in this ER," said Sherlock and shrugged. "The doctor had asked us to wait outside for about an hour. He then asked us to visit you. You were still unconscious, probably sleeping, when we got here. For two hours, probably."

"Go out and eat something. I'll be alright."

"Don't be an idiot," Sherlock said, bending over to grab his phone from the table beside John's bed.

John came to the conclusion that Sherlock's actions made little sense if they were not out of love for him. John tore his gaze off Sherlock's face and looked away with a small smile.

"Thanks for telling me everything," said John.

Sherlock nodded, without looking up from his phone.

"My turn to be honest," said John and took a deep breath. Sherlock looked at him with curiosity. Time to just spit it out. "I love you." It had come out in a whisper.

Sherlock gaped at John with his eyebrows raised. "Aren't you engaged?"

"No. Not technically. I was planning to end things with her, anyway. Apparently, I'm unable to stop feeling for you the way I do. Continuing this relationship is not exactly fair."

Sherlock reached out to hold John's hand again but hesitated. John was the one to interlock their fingers this time.

"Why did you go out with her, at all? I thought you had moved on when I decided to visit you in that restaurant."

John shook his head and squeezed Sherlock's hand. "I didn't. I was with her because I was trying to move on. You were dead and so I thought it was time I did. I failed, obviously."

Sherlock leaned in quite close. John could feel Sherlock's breath on his lips. "What if I told you to stop trying to move on?"

John smiled again. "I already have."

Their faces came even closer and they pressed their lips together. John grabbed the collar of Sherlock's shirt as they kissed again. They shared a few more kisses and then Sherlock kissed John's forehead as he sat back.

"I love you too, John." That same emotion was back in his eyes.

John couldn't stop grinning. The transportation staff will be here, anytime soon, to take him out of here for a CT scan. He closed his eyes and was still smiling, feeling quite relieved, after what had felt like ages since the time Sherlock had supposedly died. "I'll break it off with Mary, as soon as I'm out of here."

"I know," said Sherlock, squeezing his shoulder.

Knowing what the future held for him and Sherlock, John felt like he could truly take some rest.

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Prompt Rest by @notjustamumj (May 13).

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lykaonimagines · 1 year

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Exact Opposite - Sherlock x Reader

Paring: Sherlock Holmes (BBC) x F!Reader

Word Count: 2,427

Description: When his brother still refuses to get dressed and take the case he has for him seriously, Mycroft calls in Y/N to handle the situation.

Other Things: Established relationship. Takes place during A Scandal in Belgravia. Reimagining of the scene in the palace where Sherlock refuses to get dressed. Dressing Sherlock.

Warnings: Suggestive. Suggestive teasing/touches and Sherlock being naked as per scene. Not exactly NSFW, but if you don’t like anything sexual at all, may be uncomfortable. Some swearing. Being snatched off the street by Mycroft’s agents.

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Y/N certainly hadn’t expected to be plucked up off the side of the street on her lunch break by Mycroft’s agents. Then again, it was probably better to just assume it could happen at any time the elder Holmes brother willed it.

She’d argued in the street with them for a few minutes, insisting she had to at the very least go back and let them know she wouldn’t be returning for the afternoon. But as most interactions with his agents go, they scooped her up into the car and informed her Mycroft had it handled. Because of course he did.

None of his agents ever tended to be in the mood to chat either. From friendly banter to actual information about where the hell she was being carted away to this time, the most she usually received was a grunt or that ‘Mr. Holmes requests your presence’.”

Pretentious statement as always. Though this time slightly more informative, “Mr. Holmes requires your assistance.”

Clearly related to Sherlock, Mycroft rarely saw any need for her to be around as a whole. Generally he stuck to ignoring her presence at the flat or at Sherlock’s side, a sentiment she ended up reflecting back after several failed attempts at creating some sort of friendly dialog with her boyfriend’s brother.

That is, until he feels he needs to step in or he transports her somewhere on Sherlock’s request. Beyond that, they had little to do with one another. So clearly for her ‘assistance’ to be requested so hastily, it had to be related to Sherlock.

A queasy feeling settles in her gut at the thought. He needs her assistance… and had his agents immediately throw her into the car. Was Sherlock hurt? Staring out the tinted windows, she dreads the thought of a hospital coming into view.

But as they continue on and she starts to pinpoint the surroundings, she’s dumbstruck by the car pulling up to Buckingham Palace.

“Are we… at the right place?” She asks hesitantly as an agent opens her door.

He nods sharply and grasps her arm to pull her from the seat, “Mr. Holmes is waiting for you inside.”

“Right, of course. Mycroft just had me brought here for a cup of tea with him and the Queen huh?” She snaps as she pulls her arm back in annoyance.

The agent sighs and reaches for her arm once again but she pulls away, “You need to come with me Miss.”

“I will, you can lead me there without holding onto me like a misbehaving child.”

Shaking his head in annoyance, the agent nods toward the entrance and starts off, glancing back several times to make sure she’s following.

“I’m not going to run off, calm down.”

“If you do, it’s my head,” he grumbles, straightening up as another agent approaches them and speaks into his ear quietly. “This way, quickly please.”

Speeding up to keep up with the agent, she nearly runs into him as he suddenly stops in her path. He grabs her arms tightly and turns her toward a corner and shoves her in the direction.

“Hey-!” She snaps as she stumbles into the opening, freezing as four sets of eyes snap up to her. Immediately recognizing the two brothers and John, she zeros in quickly on her boyfriend.

Her very naked boyfriend. Sitting in a sheet. In Buckingham Palace.

“Ah finally you join us Ms. Y/L/N,” Mycroft states with a pained smile.

“I was on my lunch break when… I’m sorry but Sherlock why are you only in our bedsheet?” She asks bewildered as his cheeks flush.

“This is how they decided to bring me,” he states unhappily and shrugs. “I didn’t want to be here.”

Her gaze immediately goes to John who also shrugs, “Don’t look at me, he had me out of the city with a laptop to video call him for a six. He was like this when I got here.”

Looking back at the detective with a raised brow, Sherlock furrows his own and looks away from her, “Mycroft you didn’t need to interrupt her day as well.”

“Oh but I did. Y/N handle him. This is a matter of national importance, and this can’t continue,” he gestures angrily toward Sherlock.

“Yes, I see. Got it,” she answers, accepting the pile of his clothes from Mycroft. “Is there a bathroom or private room nearby?”

“Out the hall you came in, first door on your left,” the man she doesn’t recognize responds.

Tucking the clothes under her arm, she goes to stand in front of Sherlock and extends her hand to him.

Pouting his lips, Sherlock holds her gaze and tightens his sheet to himself.

“Sherlock, please just come with me.”

Sherlock reluctantly shifts the sheet around and lets her take ahold of his hand, quickly pulling him up from the couch and out of the room.

She tugs him into mentioned room, locking the door behind them. Turning to face Sherlock, she glances around the pristine bathroom and sighs, “Seriously?”

“They practically kidnapped me from the flat, I’m allowed to be naked in my own home.”

“You know how this shit works, if he really wants you there, you’re going to be there. I was literally picked up and shoved into a car myself today. When it became obvious they weren’t going to take no for an answer, why wouldn’t you just get dressed?”

“They handled you like that? They actually lifted you and shoved you into the car?” He asks sharply as he takes a step closer to her.

“I was arguing that I couldn’t just disappear over my lunch break without telling anyone, and they didn’t like that answer,” Y/N shrugs and sets the pile of clothes on the counter by the sink. “Not a terribly unexpected thing. Annoying, but I’ve accepted when Mycroft decides I’m going somewhere, I’m going there. I’d have thought you’d have accepted that long ago as well seeing as he’s your brother.”

“They’re not supposed to touch you,” Sherlock practically growls, his eyes flickering over her form and narrowing.

Taking a step closer, he runs his fingers gently over a red mark on her arm, “Name of the agents. Or descriptions.”

“Sherlock they-”

“No,” he interrupts her and reaches his free hand up to stroke her cheek. “They’re not allowed to touch you unless it’s a matter of saving your life. That’s the agreement. And they certainly shouldn’t be handling you so roughly they leave marks.”

“We can talk about all that later, if you haven’t noticed we’re in a fancy loo in the middle of a palace, and you’re naked,” she responds and reaches out to grab ahold of the sheet. “Now could we please get you dressed? The sooner you get dressed and hear out Mycroft, the sooner we can leave.”

“We?” He asks curiously, nodding at her as she pulls the sheet down from his body.

“Mhm, thought maybe you’d be more motivated that way,” her hand brushes slowly down his chest, her fingers gently running through the hair there. “And as fortunate as the rest of London would be to get a glimpse of this on the evening news, I think you have a certain look that you like to uphold my posh boy.”

“You make good points, yet do things to encourage the exact opposite of getting dressed dear,” he clears his throat roughly, one of his hands going to her hip.

Leaning into him, she presses several slow, languid kisses along his collar bone, “We can’t do anything of that sort here of course. Consider this… inspiration to get this all taken care of quickly so I can take you apart properly at home.”

Sherlock shivers at the contact and closes his eyes tightly, “You’re being absolutely wicked today.”

“I was dragged across the city to Buckingham Palace to make my boyfriend put his pants on, I think I have the right to be a little unfair,” she chuckles against him as she continues her trail of kisses up the expanse of his neck.

“Mm- fine,” he relents, pulling her in closer and nuzzling his face into her own neck.

“Now who’s the one saying one thing yet doing another?” She chuckles as he grunts against her and she reaches over to pull his pants from the pile.

Ducking down, she holds them out for him as he rolls his eyes at her and huffs in annoyance, “I can dress myself.”

“Could have fooled me,” she teases and nods down at them. “Step in.”

Sherlock sighs and finally steps into them, letting her pull the black boxer-briefs up his long legs. Settling the waistband into place, she presses a soft kiss to his abdomen.

“And trousers next,” she states, also pulling them from the counter and holding them out for him to step into.

He does so quickly, watching her as she pulls the fabric up, and grunting in annoyance as she carefully drags the zipper up over his growing problem.

“Wouldn’t be as much of an issue if you didn’t get everything tailored so tightly,” she remarks and slots the button in place.

“You complain, yet you enjoy it,” he remarks with a smirk and kneads his fingers into her hips. “You aren’t subtle.”

“Am I supposed to subtly check out my boyfriend’s arse? I thought being allowed to look was just a perk of dating,” she teases, pulling out his dress shirt from the pile and shaking it out. “It creased a bit, but it’ll have to do for today.”

“Of course it is,” he sighs unhappily, holding his arms out for her.

Slipping the first sleeve up his arm, she goes behind him to press a kiss to the base of his neck, causing a shiver to run up his body, “Always so sensitive love.”

“If you keep this up much longer, we’re both going to be leaving immediately after this,” he pouts, slipping his own arm into the opposite sleeve.

Coming back around him, she deftly does up the buttons of his dress shirt. Carefully tucking it into his trousers, she circles around him to pull out any wrinkles the best she can.

“Now I’ll let you handle your shoes and socks yourself since you’re behaving,” she chuckles and clears a space away on the counter for him.

Rolling his eyes, he hops up onto the counter and sets to the task.

Her mind wanders as she watches him, his long fingers moving swiftly across the laces.

“Distracted by something?” He asks after a few minutes, a smug grin on his face as she’s pulled from her thoughts and looks back up at him.

“Always you.” She pushes his legs apart to stand between them, “You are quite distracting.”

“I find myself in a similar problem with you,” his hands cup her jaw as his thumbs stroke over her cheeks. “You’ve made my life far more complicated.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing,” she teases, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to his lips.

“Oh it’s truly terrible,” he says lowly, pulling her face back to his own to kiss her again. His tongue swipes along her lip and he smiles in triumph at the sound that escapes her. “And yet I find myself liking nearly every moment of it.”

“Poor Sherlock, being forced to confront the fact he has feelings,” her hands squeeze his clothed thighs.

“There are some advantages to sentiment though I suppose,” he continues, opting to press various kisses across her face. “I quite enjoy all this.”

“As do I,” she agrees, taking a step back from him and grabbing his suit jacket from beside him. “Now hop off and get this on.”

Letting out an exaggerated sigh, Sherlock slips to the floor and accepts his jacket from her. Pulling it onto his frame quickly, he glances into the large opulent mirror beside them.

“At least the agents have good taste,” she remarks, reaching out to smooth out his jacket. “I love this suit on you, especially with the black shirt underneath.”

“I know you do,” he smirks and reaches up to run his fingers through his hair trying to tame the curls.

Circling behind him, Y/N sets to fixing the back of his hair, “I think this is the best we’re going to be able to do without any product.”

“If he plans on sending me anywhere, I’m going back to the flat first,” Sherlock complains as he stares at his reflection. “I’m not staying like this all day.”

“If you’d have cooperated in the first place you wouldn’t have had to go out like that at all,” she counters, chuckling at his scowl.

“You really think they’d have let me fix my hair for the day?”

“Mm, good point, probably not.”

“I don’t want to do this case,” he sighs after a moment.

“Why not?”

“I don’t do anonymous clients. He knows that. I’m always going to be missing information, and that’s not how I work.”

“Well it’s not your ideal… but look around. Based on where we are, that he had you dragged here in literally a bedsheet, and says it’s a matter of national importance. I think you can narrow it down to someone from a specific family of people. Depending on the rest of the facts, I think you can get by on that information. Besides, he’s not going to let this go.”

“I’m not a child, he can’t just force me to take the cases he wants me to.”

“Well he can make life really inconvenient for us if you refuse. And as annoying as being carted away and expected to do whatever it is; he is rather useful when you need him. He also cares for you, not that either of you would admit that without threat of death or dismemberment.”

Sighing once again, Sherlock turns away from the mirror and gives her a stiff nod, “I will listen to what they have to say. But if I don’t like it, we’re leaving.”

“Sounds like a deal, just give it a shot. Something this big is bound to be interesting anyways.”

Giving him one last look over, she gathers up their bedsheet from the ground and puts her hand on the doorknob.

Reaching out to her, Sherlock carefully intertwines his fingers with hers as she pulls open the door with her other hand, a soft smile on his face.

“To battle then?” She asks, squeezing his hand in hers.

“To battle.”

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dianadragonfly · 2 months

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So, I was thinking about different fandoms and the fics that I love. What makes a good, satisfying fan fic? I realize it has 100% to do with the canon.

Take BBC Sherlock. I struggle so much with AUs where their beginnings are different. Sherlock is an astronaut, assigned to work with scientist John. (This is an example, not a dig at any specific fic). I can't. I can't. I realize BBC Sherlock is also an AU from Doyle, but BBC Sherlock and John are so fucking tied to "A Study In Pink" and John handing his phone to Sherlock that everything else seems false. Fun premise, but not the Sherlock and John I know.

A satisfying Johnlock fan fic needs to change the ending of the BBC canon. To think of these two men, who love each other so much, just continuing their parallel existences, never becoming anything more than crime-fighting buds, is just. . . it doesn't fit. It doesn't fit the show. It doesn't fit the characters Moffit and Gatiss created, even if they decided to not make it happen (as a special 'fuck you' to their fans). It's heartbreaking.

My favorite fics are fixits -- many of them deal with the aftermath of Euros and Mary, or some do "canon intercepts" and deal with Seasons 3 and 4 differently. Still, anything but John and Sherlock raising Rosie together as partners/lovers/husbands in 221B with Mrs. Hudson downstairs feels like a lie. (Some canon intercepts write out Rosie completely.)

If I had to write sequels to BBC canon, I'd pick "Drawn to Stars" by @totallysilvergirl or "Never Turn Your Back on the Sea” by @discordantwords . There's a thousand other ones, but those ring the most true to me.

"Heartstopper" fics don't have a lot of room to mess with the ending. Anything other than Charlie and Nick happily growing old together is so far out of canon and out of character that it doesn't even seem like it's worth exploring. There are a handful of ones that have one character or the other dying, but mostly, we understand right away that Charlie and Nick are endgame. We are 100% aligned with canon and creator on this.

Anything that isn't true to this ending rings as false as anything that isn't true to Sherlock's beginning. Fun to read, but not our characters.

With Nick and Charlie being so young in canon, their beginnings are so much malleable. Sherlock and John are tied to that lab. Nick and Charlie? not so much. They meet in grammar school. They meet in University. They meet after a hot hookup at a club in their 20s. They meet after broken marriages to Imogen and Ben. They meet during Nick's rugby career or as fellow teachers. They meet at gyms, at animal rescues, at psychiatric hospitals. They are single parents, University professors, rock star drummers, hot shot authors and academics. Their beginning isn't fixed. But the end always is.

I have so many favorites but I just re-read "Lavender Fields" and I think it's a perfect Nick and Charlie meeting up in their 30s fics. There's a ton of University fics too.

I haven't read nearly as many fics from other fandoms, so I don't know their quirks. I'm finding that fandoms that don't have a m/m pairing are hard to find a lot of fics for. (That's a whole 'nother post). But other m/m fandoms seem to have canon-compliant extra scenes. (Wanna see Achilles and Patroclus get freaky in a tent somewhere? Here ya go. That being said, there's one about Achilles waiting for Patroclus in the Underworld that breaks. my. damn. heart.)

Anyways, I need to do a serious look-through of other fandoms to see how this plays out.

I should add the links here to the fics I mention, just because.

#bbc sherlock #heartstopper #alice oseman #fanfic #johnlock #au

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Quiet Days

It was so unlike Sherlock to follow the tide, to knuckle under, to allow such menial phrases such as ‘quiet days’ to slip out of his mouth. Defying those social standards and refusing to submit to them was what differentiated him from others, gave him his title, made John even look his way the first time that they met.

no warnings, just some complicated feelings and overall a very queer scene >1000 words.

(if it better suits you, here's the ao3 link to this one-shot.)

Sherlock had imagined it more than he was (ever) willing to admit:

The heat of their skin blending into sighs, the tugs, the way their names would roll off of each other’s tongues and melt onto their skin, sink into their core and erupt a blinding light - so hot and demanding that they wouldn’t care about the amenities of keeping each other hidden until night, so deliciously shameless that they would proudly bask in the afternoon sunlight until the heat of their bodies were indefinitely hotter than the sun itself.

He gazed at the sight in front of him - John, (Oh God, John.) ever so content in his patterned armchair, gazing at the bright screen of his laptop with tired eyes. It was a sight he was used to seeing whenever a quiet day doomed Baker Street and the detective would leave the front steps of his mind palace and open his eyes with an arduous sigh. John would always be there, always so calm, always sitting with his laptop open, feet (slightly) stretched out, arms (sometimes) crossed over his chest. Sherlock always wondered what he was looking at, reading, watching. Whatever it was, whatever was drawing John’s eyes away from him, he hated it.

Sherlock’s ears pricked with a thought.

Experiment: Record himself working - simply working over a case in the lab at St. Bart’s hospital for exactly ninety minutes and in silence. Then, write an entire dissertation about himself - anatomical habits, childhood events and/ trauma accompanying the result of an in-depth MRI of his own brain (something to elicit interest in the doctor if it hasn’t been drawn already). When John isn’t paying attention (eating, watching Jeremy Kyle, sleeping, on an unsuccessful date), he will upload the video and dissertation onto John’s laptop. That way, no matter if John has decided he will spend his quiet day on his laptop, he will still be focused on Sherlock - still looking, reading, watching - honouring him with the attention he wants. (Needs.)

Reminder: Make sure to inform Molly that he will, at some point, require a camera and the lab.

For now, Sherlock sat quietly the way he always did on quiet days.

He was sure that he never believed in quiet days. If he did, he hated them. Or he once hated them. Over time, as he allowed the quiet to hold him down, force him to stop moving and sink deep into his bones, Sherlock realised that perhaps he could allow them to pass every now and then without sparking a fuss whenever they did.

Quiet days, Sherlock thought to himself as John shuffled in his seat, his eyes still glued to his laptop (and not the detective), how pitiful they could be.

The term was planted by Mrs Hudson, who would climb up the stairs with a knowing smile and a tray of fresh tea as she whispered, ‘it’s awfully quiet today,’ or ‘today’s going to be nice and quiet, I can tell’. It was then germinated by John, who always agreed with her as he’d gratefully pick up a biscuit from her tray and reply, ‘yes, I think so, couldn’t come sooner,’ or ‘definitely a quiet day today, Mrs Hudson’.

Sherlock somehow watered it without wanting to - he always knuckled under John, even whilst simultaneously convincing himself it was the other way around. At some point (he didn’t know when), he had also started to refer to these days as ‘quiet days’.

John (oh God, John).

When would he realise that he was being stared (gazed) at?

It was all Sherlock ever did on quiet days. It was all he knew to do, eventually morphing into instinct whenever quiet would bless Baker Street. He knew it was the result of conditioning, a simple failure on his part - to pair one with the other. John, quiet days. He couldn’t tell the difference anymore. (Perhaps not so much a failure.)

John hadn’t noticed the staring (admiring), not even as he took a sip of Mrs Hudson’s tea or a bite from an overly sweet biscuit.

Update ongoing experiment: Now the thirty-second instance that his staring (treasuring) has gone unnoticed by John. When would he realise? Sherlock suspects in due time, perhaps when the next quiet day comes. (False hope - another seed unconsciously watered due to John.)

The detective, having barely moved since the morning, tucked that ongoing experiment in the deep confines of his mind palace - now archived, dormant, always ticking.

He went back to adoring John (oh God, John).

John - a much simpler word, much easier to accept than the existence of a quiet day. Quiet day - two extra and redundant syllables, much more difficult to knuckle under. But without having tolerated its existence or going the full ridiculous length of three syllables, Sherlock never would have discovered John, he knew that.

John (oh God, John).

He wouldn’t mind letting that syllable slip out of his mouth every now and then.

“John.”

Sherlock savoured the way his head snapped up with a hum, so quick to respond to the deep, baritone voice that called him.

He cleared his throat and shuffled. “Yeah?”

“Quiet day,” Sherlock replied plainly, his eyes gazing at the desk and wandering over the tea and food Mrs Hudson had left for them that morning.

John watched him for a moment, a gentle smile tugging his lips as he watched the detective’s deeply contemplative face and wondered what he was thinking about.

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Sherlock & Co - Mailbag Episode 3 Transcript

00:00 John: Heyyy there, I’m,uh, I’m, uh, back in your ears! Heh. Uh, thanks for inviting me in. Um, I-I just wanted to add a chunk on before this Q and A just to give you an update on all things Gloria Scott. Uh, thanks so much for the kind words, first off. Uh I-I-I did warn about its angst. Um, and I appreciate i-it’s not always a fun ride when, when those kinds of things happen. Um. But hey! I’m glad you all enjoyed it. Um, glad the masterful sound design was appreciated.

00:32 John: Uhm, yeah I thought I’d, I’d check in now and give you a rundown of it all. Post match interview sort of stuff. Uh, Lionel did recover from the stroke. He is out of hospital, but he will be going back to Australia. Um. He’s-he's obviously cooperating with the government, um, down there. It’s not an easy situation, but he’s handling it with remarkable grace and dignity. Um. Victor is, as well. Can’t quite get the read on things with him at the moment. He’s obviously very, very torn. Uh, we solved the case for him, but, y’know, yeah. H-he’s in a much worse place then he was before. Um. *pause* Such is life. Uh, such is a very complicated life, I should say. He’s helping his dad, with the inquiries. Uh, m-my gut says there’ll be prison time. *sucks teeth* Um, y’know, c-cooperation and evidence and the, yeah, t-the mitigating circumstances might be helpful to Lionel and all, but, uh… *deep breath* ultimately lives were lost. He was complicit. Y’know this is the world we live in.

01:49 John: *sucks teeth* Victor has paused the job search, but uh I-I do believe he’ll be coming back to the UK once, y’know, whatever happens, happens. But, uh, yeah. Tough stuff. Um, glad you all enjoyed Mariana joining in on the adventure. Um, don’t know if she enjoyed it all that much. So far she’s watched corpses get pulled out of the canal and now she’s watched an elderly stroke victim get extradited for murder. So, uh, y’know. *chuckles lightly* Welcome to the world of true crime, Ametxazurra!

02:23 John:Um, Sherlock asked me to apologize, also, actually. Um, yes, to apologize that he wasn’t technically correct in his solving of the case. Um, uh, Hunter did reveal the actual truth. I, I told him people wouldn’t really mind. He got me to apologize anyway, so, uh, yeah. There you go. Um, so he’s been a right mopey bastard, as you can imagine. *clears throat* So, to cheer him up, I carted him off to…an indoor theme park! Heh, yeah, you heard that right. Theme park. But indoors. Well, theme park’s a bit strong to be honest. I-I-It’s like an arcade with an indoor roller coaster. But yeah! Y’know! Uhm, back to Camden, but for a much more enjoyable experience.

03:05 John: These questions were asked, um, before The Gloria Scott episode aired. T-two that I ask Sherlock right at the end are eerily prescient. Um, that’s the right word, I think? Uh, I hope. Welp, you’ll see what I mean. Enjoy!

03:19-3:49 *Intro Music*

03:47 *Arcade Sounds Fade In, we can hear Sherlock exerting himself*

03:50 John: Yoooo, wassup guys! Welcome to the John Watson channel where we talk all things John Watson all the time! Ehh, that’s my impression of a youtuber or real podcaster, hope you enjoyed it. Ah, right, Sherlock, tell the members where we are.

04:01 Sherlock: Indoor theme park! Augh! *through gritted teeth* You little alien bastard! Get back here!

04:09 John: Sherlock is doing some whack-a-mole, ah, or they’re aliens in this place, not moles. Could be alien moles. Who knows. Ah, it’s an indoor theme park in *in a very exaggerated North London accent (genuinely he sounds like an ass here)* North London. That’s North London, sorry. Bit excited. Had about a kilogram of sugar. Haha, I’m looking at all sorts here. Arcade machines, carousels, basketball hoop game thingy, air hockey, bumper cars -dodge’ems, call’em what you will-, and an indoor roller coaster! Hahahaa! It’s wild stuff. Okay, let’s get to some questions over a casual game of air hockey.

04:40 *Audio Cut, sounds of air hockey being played*

04:41 Sherlock: Have that! *puck hit sound* And that!

04:44 John: ‘Have that and that’? What are you, a musketeer? Hahahaaaa! *sound of a puck entering the goal* First point Watson! Heyheyheeeey, ahhhh. And now for the first question. Uh, Tonkster aka Resetoaster asks, “To John and Sherlock, if you go to Subway -the fast food I should clarify- what do you usually order?”

05:03 Sherlock: *with exertion* You’re *sound of the puck being hit* distracting me! Ah!

05:06 John: Ah, you wouldn’t be saying that if you were winning.

05:07 Sherlock: I’m not winning *puck hit sound* precisely because of it.

05:11 John: Alright, fine. I’ll answer. Uh, I like the turkey club. Is that-Ow! That hit my finger. *hisses in pain*- I think there’s a turkey one. Um, I like that one on plain-ish bread. I don’t think their fancy breads are all that good. Uh, and then I’ll have a southwest sauce- Wham! Haha! *sound of puck entering goal*

05:23 Sherlock: Oh, bugger.

05:26 John: Subway order?

05:26 Sherlock: Never been.

05:27 John: Great.

05:27 *audio cuts. Sounds of automatic rifle fire going off*

05:29 John: Reloading. Cover me!

05:29 Sherlock: Covering.

05:30 John: Incoming at your two o’clock.

05:31 Sherlock: On it!

05:32 *sounds of two loud gunshots*

05:33 John: Yesss, Sherlock. Right, through the lobby. Okay, let’s see how this goes. Bellaxbear01 asks “If you guys want another pet, what animal would it be? Another dog, another cat, or maybe a fish?”

05:47 Sherlock: I like fish. *sound of gunshots* Very much. Reloading.

05:50 John: *pleased* Oh, hahah! I like fish too!

05:52 Sherlock: Really?

05:53 John: Yeah! Tropical?

05:54 Sherlock: Tropical or temperate.

05:56 John: Well that’s good to know. Yeah, worth maybe one day looking into that? Oo! Getting shot at here. Uh, Amelie5 asks “Do you have a favorite case you’ve solved so far?

06:05 *sounds of a big gun being fired*

06:07 Sherlock: A good question at bloody last. Die you bastards! *big boom*

06:12 John: Oh wowhaowhaooow! *sounds of I guess dirt falling, maybe bodies???* *with a smile in his voice* Oh, you made him blow up! Ha! Ahh, I know the feeling. Poor sod.

06:18 Sherlock: I rather enjoyed the Red Headed League.

06:22 John: Yep, that was a good’un. -Oh, duck down! That’s a machine gun.- Did you like the Red Headed League because of the case or because it proved me wrong about it being boring?

06:27 Sherlock: Mmm, both.

06:28 John: Great, well-oh I’m dead. *sound of man yelling, presumably John’s character dying in the game* Balls.

06:31 *audio cut. Ambient arcade sounds with something fizzing at the forefront*

06:34 John: What is that?

06:35 Sherlock: *struggling to speak* opp ing andy.

06:37 John: Opping Andy?

06:38 Sherlock: *still struggling to speak, but clearly annoyed* Op-opping. Andy.

06:41 John: Ohhhh, popping candy. Right. Well, RangerPip asks any specific reason you started smoking a pipe?

06:49 Sherlock: *unintellible gargling and consonant sounds*

06:54 John: Right, well, if you understood that RangerPip, well done you, haheh. *pause* *in a considering tone* Hunnh. He may or may not be choking.

07:03 *audio cut, loud music and bumper car sounds*

07:04 John: Ah!

07:04 Sherlock: Ahahaha!

07:05 John: Hahahah, left! Left! Left!

07:08 Both: Ah! *sound of impact*

07:09 John: Oh my god, my ribs! Argh, right! Let’s get up some more speed and smash into these kids-uh, I mean! These, um, big burly blokes.

07:17 Sherlock: Here we go.

07:20 John: Yesss, Sherlock, we are at some speed now, baby! Hahahah, right! Question from Raylein, “Does Archie get human food? And if he does, who feeds it to him?”

07:30 John: Ah yeah I do feed him, I-

07:30 Sherlock: Yes.

07:33 John: Wait.

07:34 Sherlock: What?

07:35 John: You’re feeding him as well?

07:36 Sherlock: I am, yes!

07:38 John: Well, that explains a lot. Uh, yeah Raylein, I don’t really like animal products going to waste so I just, um, I chuck him all sorts. Ope, here we go. Come here you little shits.

07:44 Sherlock: Ahhhhhhhh!

07:45 John: *sound of impact* Ah hahah!

07:48 *audio cut, it’s much quieter now, but they’re still at the arcade*

07:49 John: *remorsefully* I just didn’t think they’d cry and tell their mums is all.

07:51 Sherlock: That’s what children do. *accusingly* You told me to smash into them.

07:55 John: I did not say that.

07:57 Sherlock: Can I get the SD card out of your microphone and check?

08:00 John: No.

08:01 Sherlock: See.

08:02 John: Andrew says, “Question for Sherlock: Do you have any piercings? And, if you don’t, do you want any? And, if you do, which ones do you want?”

08:10 Sherlock: *sucks in a deep breath* Ear piercing. I haven’t used it for some time.

08:14 John: Why not?

08:15 Sherlock: Was that asked in the Discord?

08:17 John: What?

08:18 Sherlock: That. Just then. The ‘Why not?’

08:21 John: …No.

08:22 Sherlock: *takes a breath* Well then. I needn’t answer it. This is a time for members.

08:26 John: Right. Great. Lovely. Ok, MushPit says “Your deductive skills, was it talent you were born with or a skill that you developed and perfected over time?”

08:34 Sherlock: I assume MushPit is asking me, not you?

08:37 John: Ah ha ha, very funny.

08:40 Sherlock: My senses have always been, um-

08:43 John: Overcalibrated?

08:44 Sherlock: Yes, quite. Sooo, I’ve always observed a lot. When I found it difficult to tune out of my surroundings, I decided to analyze them. Then it became rather addictive. Yes, it became a skill, but I feel it much stronger then a skill. It feels like a byproduct of my very existence. I cannot unlearn it. IIII cannot wind it down or soften it. It occupies me as much as I do it. I fear that I cannot stop it. Even if it kills me. Even if it drains everything from me and I can never truly find it to know myself, to know my surroundings without the necessity…uh, no, the-the requisite to my very self. To t-try to understand everything-

09:33 John: The rollercoaster’s ready.

09:34 Sherlock: Oh.

09:35 John: Uh, we- we can finish if you want? Uh, y’know we can go on it later?

09:40 *audio cut, we can hear the roller coaster going and John and Sherlock on it. John keeps saying ‘Woohoo! Wheee!’ and Sherlock is saying joyfully ‘Bloody fantastic! Absolutely bloody fantastic!’ Both of them also keep laughing in between their exclamations*

09:48 *audio cut. We’re outside. London traffic can be heard.*

09:53 John: Oh that was good! Wasn’t it?

09:54 Sherlock: *pleased* Superb.

09:56 John: Not a bad idea, is it? A theme park, indoors? I mean we were a little old for it, but hey, y’know, there’s no age limit on enjoyment! Well, I mean you can’t go jumping into a soft play or anything like that, but yeah. Yeah. Now we are walking near Chalk Farm. Not actually a farm of chalk, of course. It’s just a nice place between Bellsides Park and the Northern end of Camden town. How’s that q and a session for you, mate?

10:16 Sherlock: Is that question on the Discord?

10:17 John: Right, ok. This is not a thing. You can still have normal chats with me inbetween members questions.

10:25 Sherlock: Noted.

10:26 John: Well it’s a question for me now anyway. Um, has your mother finally listened to the podcast? And if yes, what does she think of it? Uh, yes, has she listened? She has! She didn’t like the sound of my bomb. That makes two of us, there. Eheh. Uh, and she sent me further messages about Mariana. And! She will occasionally point out when I’ve been rude to people on the show. *clicks tongue* She also asked me if the Austrian man’s face was okay, so she has at least, definitely finished one adventure. And, no. His face is not. Ok. Mum. Uhh, so- hunh, this is weird.

10:59 Sherlock: What’s that?

11:01 John: Two questions here, next to each other. Uh, I-I’m not making this up. First one, Ramt or-or Ramtonk, “t-the flowers on my orchids are gone, but the plants themselves are thriving. Uhh, they’re watered as they should be and get optimal sunlight. Will the flowers ever come back?”

11:19 Sherlock: *pleasantly surprised* Hhha!

11:20 John: Right? Yeah and the second one from Batonks the Graveyard Ghost says, “Question for John, do you have any funny memories from your childhood that you’d like to share with us?”

11:30 Sherlock: Yes, that is quite remarkable.

11:32 John: Well! I’ll let the adventure of The Gloria Scott answer those questions! So, ah, everybody, thanks so much for these. I hope you enjoyed the answers. Sorry it’s been so short, but I’ve just noticed that that’s our bus!! We’re gonna miss it! Go! Go! Go!

11:46 Sherlock: *frustrated sigh* For goodness sake!

11:47-12:17 *Outro Music Plays*

#sherlock & co #sherlock and co #sherlock holmes #john watson #sherlock and john #transcript #transcripts #goalhanger podcasts #my transcript #sorry once again for the delay on this #i've got a lot of things I'm doing all at once lol

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safedistancefrombeingsmart · 3 months

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What did John say in his letter to Sherlock? We never find out and I regularly wonder what John could have written. Here's my version of John's letter.

(Also, this is my 1st time writing anything, so this is a bit nerve- wracking stressful. Not a native speaker, not beta'd/ britpicked, and so on.)

Warnings: nothing too bad, just a bit lot of angst.

Broken

You broke me, Sherlock. You broke me in so many ways and I don't know if I can ever recover from it.

I have been damaged before. By Mum and Dad, by Harry. Bit by bit, piece by piece I rebuild myself, every time. Then came Afghanistan and it broke me more than anything before, inside and out. It took away my career, my future and I was certain that I could never fix what the war took from me. I was ready to end it all, on my own terms.

But then I met you and to my surprise you could repair what I could not, not on my own. You gave me purpose and brought back joy to my life. I felt alive. Needed. Happy. I don't think I've ever been this happy before, and I am sure I never will be again. I was convinced that you would never do anything to harm my happiness. But you did.

You broke me, shattered me when you jumped off that damn roof. You crushed my heart into a million pieces when you leapt into inevitable death, when I saw your skull cracked open and your dead eyes and the blood. So much blood. I didn't know that it was just a magic trick. A lie. Why did you have to lie to me, Sherlock? Not trust me enough to take me with you? I would have gone everywhere with you, done everything for you. Everything. I think that's what hurt the most. You not trusting me. I trusted you. With everything I had. And you broke that trust by not trusting me.

I don't know how I managed not to fling myself off that same roof. Oh, I've thought about it. Many, many times. But I couldn't do it. I couldn't do this to Mrs. H. or Greg who had already lost a son (or close enough) and a friend. I could not be that selfish. Yes, I thought you were a selfish bastard. Doing that to us. To me. Even made me watch. Cruel doesn't even come close to describe what you did. Did you know that I don't dream about Afghanistan anymore? I dream about your Fall and the cracked skull and the dead eyes and the blood. And how I failed to save you. You never needed saving, but I didn't know that and it haunts me to this day.

I don't know what Mary saw in me. I was a grieving, broken man with no purpose. But she insisted that she liked me and I couldn't convince her that I wasn't worth her time. She distracted me from the grief and in a way she saved me, not unlike you did when we first met.

And then you came back. And I should have been happy, right? The miracle I had asked for so many times. But you treated your return like a joke, like it didn't matter -like I didn't matter- and you ridiculed me and something else inside me broke and this time I broke something of yours in return. Sorry about the nose, but I was so FUCKING angry and you kept talking and you kept being an enormous prick and it made me so angry.

Mary thought she talked me around, to see you again, to talk to you again. The truth is: I needed no one to talk me around. I could have never stayed away from you for too long. As soon as (most of) my anger had vanished, I was drawn back to you like a moth to the light. And I thought that, maybe, I could be happy again. With you AND Mary by my side. And a little girl on the way.

And then you got shot and I nearly lost you. Again. My heart shattered to pieces, again, while I waited for news at the hospital. And as if it wasn't bad enough with you nearly dying, it was bloody Mary who tried to break me this time by breaking you. How could you not see who she really was? The world's only Consulting Detective and the smartest man I have ever known, and you didn't bloody know??? I could not leave her, not with Rosie on the way. I didn't want my little girl to grow up without a father. I promised her to be a better father than my own and I could never break this promise. Not before she was even born. But you made me break that promise. You didn't pull the trigger, that day in the aquarium, but you might have as well. You SWORE to protect Mary so my little girl would have a mother and she still died. I cannot care for Rosie, not on my own. I can barely take care of myself.

I am a broken man, Sherlock, I am not the man I want to be. Not anymore. I am a washed up soldier and doctor, a single father who can't take care of his daughter, a son and brother being only 1 step away from following his father's and sister's footsteps and becoming a full blown alcoholic.

I can't be near you anymore. Not until I get better. And I don't know if I ever can. I do not trust myself, with all the anger and sadness and guilt and broken promises. Maybe this time I am broken beyond repair.

Do not contact me. Do not follow me. Do not spy on me (same goes for you, Mycroft!). Don't even think about me. Do not! Sherlock, I mean it. This time it has to be my way, not yours.

I don't know when I can bear to see you again, if I can bear to ever see you again. And this thought breaks whatever is left of my already broken heart.

John

(AO3 link)

#john watson #sherlock holmes #sherlock bbc #bbc sherlock #fanfic #sherlock fanfic #sherlock fandom #my fics

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iamdefinitelyreal · 2 months

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Ace-Friendly Sherlock

Hi, it's me again! I did a sex-averse friendly Good Omens post a bit ago, and thought I might follow up with a Sherlock one! But I do want to make something clear: As with Aziraphale and Crowley, I know that some people head cannon Sherlock as Ace or Aro/Ace. Please, don't shame people for their separate head canons! That's the great thing and fan fiction: talented writers can share their own ideas about a show, please, let's be friendly!

Fics

Through a Glass, Darkly By Calais_Reno (@calaisreno)

Rated: T

Chapters: 5/11

BBC!Johnlock and ACD!Johnlock

Time Travel Mystery, dual perspective with BBC being John and ACD being Sherlock

TW: Light violence, hospitals, mentions of death and murder, non-fatal major character injury

Notes: Really amazing! And of course, this fic goes with the theme that BBC!Johnlock has yet to confess by ACD!Johnlock has been all but married for years, and it’s wonderful! I can’t wait to read more updates!

Gifts Woven in HeartStrings By Seamless_Boundaries

Rated: G

Chapters: 5/5

BBC!Johnlock

Multiperspective

TW: Slight homophobia, slight alcoholism

Notes: All fluff, and so beautiful.

Solitude, and me By HopelessAndWandering

Rated: T

Chapters: 1/1

BBC! Johnlock (S2 EP3)

John’s Perspective

TW: Talk of death, unhealthy responses to grief, and slight blood warning

Notes: ANGST. This fic took the part of me that never healed from John’s reaction to

Reichenbach and mutilated it.

The Problem With Secrets By Charlie26

Rated: T

Chapters: 4/4

BBC!Mystrade (S4 EP3)

Omniscient Third Person Perspective

TW: Physiological torute, mention of child abuse, SH

Notes: Though I’m not a huge fan of Mystrade, this fic is fantastic! And it does a very good job (in my opinion of course) in portraying Mycroft’s personality!

Break it to Fix it - A Johnlock Fanfiction By jawnscoffee

Rated: T

Chapters: 2/?

BBC!Johnlock (The Dance Lesson)

TW: None

Notes: THE DANCE SCENE 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Comics

Closeted by @anotherwellkeptsecret

On Tumblr

Finished

Completely SFW, but there is a follow up (Naked) that is NSFW

Also a fic (Closeted by sussexbound)

Change of Pace by @anotherwellkeptsecret

On Tumblr

Finished

SFW and NSFW version (SFW only on Tumblr)

#bbc sherlock #sherlock fandom #sherlock holmes #johnlock #mystrade #asexual #acd johnlock #acd watson #acd holmes #sherlock x john #fic rec #ao3 link

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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hi my dearest

any fics that are based on a movie? or good alternative meeting ones?

Hi Lovely!

I've got a TONNE of Movie-inspired fics! What a grand excuse to post the next part of my Crossovers list! Hope you enjoy all of these!! I've also gone through my MFL list to pad out this list a bit more, hee hee.

If anyone has some more to add that isn't on one of my numerous movie / TV-related lists, please do!

And finally, I actually ALSO had WiPs on this list but I had to remove them because Tumblr has a link limit, so if you guys want me to post a separate 2.5 list with those on it, just let me know! I've about 20 MORE fics I could add here :P

MOVIE / BOOK / TV CROSSOVERS and FUSIONS Pt 2

See also:

Crossovers & Fusions Pt 1

Crossovers & Fusions Pt 1.5 (MFL)

Fairy Tales and Fantasy

TV, Movies, and Books AU (Fantasy Pt. 2)

Wonderful Life AU

Sherlock / Hannibal Crossovers

Science Fiction / Fantasy

Urban / Modern Fantasy

Disney-esque Fics

Moulin Rouge AU

TV Show AU

Sherlock x Good Omens Crossovers (Updated Apr 2022)

Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU (MFLs) (Potterlock)

BOOKMARKS

In The End by whitchry9 (K+, 9,677 w., 17 Ch. || Memento Fusion || Amnesia, Growing Old, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Heavy Angst) – When a brain injury leaves Sherlock unable to make new memories, John wonders how Sherlock will cope, and what it will mean for The Work and their life. Because after all, how can you live if you can't feel time passing?

Domestic Matters by ohlooktheresabee (M, 29,404 w., 6 Ch. || Fantasy AU || First Meetings, Developing Relationship, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, BAMF Sherlock, BAMF John, Idiots in Love, Misunderstandings, Supernatural Elements, Implied / Referenced Child Abuse, Elf Sherlock, Human/Elf Politics, Emotional Abuse, Possessive Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, Buddy Greg) – All flatmates need to work out domestic matters between them - who does the dishes, who takes out the rubbish, how often does the carpet need to be vacuumed - these are part and parcel of sharing a living space together. However, when you’re an elf and your flatmate is going to be a human you just met, this rather complicates things…Very loosely inspired by 'The Elves and The Shoemaker' by The Brothers Grimm.

Out There by DiscordantWords (T, 131,695 w., 10 Ch. || X-Files Fusion || Past Soldier John, Panic Attacks, POV Alternating Present Tense, Anxious John, Canon Adjacent, Deductions, Obsessive Sherlock,, Travelling, Sherlock’s Family, Jealous Sherlock, Mind Palace John, Awkward Flirting, Batting Cage, Kidnapped/Abducted John, Semi-Reverse Reichenbach, Worried/Anxious Sherlock, Hospital, Slow Burn, UST, Case Fic, Government Conspiracy, Aliens, UFOs, Mutants, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, Coma John, Forehead Touching, Hand Holding, Drinking/Bars, Past Jolto) – FBI Special Agent John Watson, medical doctor and army veteran, is assigned to assist eccentric genius Sherlock Holmes with paranormal investigations on the X-Files project.

MARKED FOR LATER

Asteroidea by etothepii (T, 1,769 w., 1 Ch. || His Dark Materials Fusion || Daemon Sherlock) – In the pocket of his trousers, next to his phone, Mycroft carries the standard-issue steel capsule meant for protecting arthropod daemons. When people ask about it, he smiles and tells them she's not fond of the light, or of people other than himself. This is a lie. [TRANSLATION: Русский] Part 1 of Asteroidea

Have we met before? by avalanching effect (G, 2,013 w., 1 Ch. || Sherlock and Co. Crossover || Crack / Humour, Holding Hands, Banter, POV John) – "Uhm, we got an anonymous tip about some suspicious activity that would be happening in Regent's park today, thank you anonymous tip giver. It said— actually I don't know what it said, it was sent directly to Sherlock and he won't let me read it."

Rider on the Storm by swabloo (G, 3,715 w., 1 Ch. || Alex Rider Crossover || BAMF John) – Sometimes he thinks about turning to Sherlock and saying, 'look, my name isn't actually John,' and telling him about how he's been living off adrenaline since he was fourteen.

The Unexpected Threat by J_Baillier (T, 4,283 w., 1 Ch. || Military AU / Pacific Rim Fusion || Established Relationship, Medical Conditions, Coronaviruses, Doctor John, Bratty Sherlock, Romance, Science Fiction, Futuristic Medicine, Ghost Drifting AKA Telepathy, Medical Hurt/Comfort, Sexual Healing) – The kaiju are not the only threat to the security and well-being of the staff of PPDC's Chard's Rift base. It's the year 2050, and a coronavirus epidemic sweeping the planet has reached The Azores. Part 4 of the At The Edge of Our Hope

lionheart by dreamweavernyx (G, 4,851 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Character Study, Friendship) – Some days, Molly finds her eyes straying to that drawer in her desk, the one holding a slim piece of wood and the memories of a life she's left behind.

Queer Eye: Johnlock Edition by fellshish (T, 5,799 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Queer Eye Fusion || Post S4, Humour, Angst with Happy Ending, Reality TV, First Kiss, Love Confessions) – John is Not Gay, Sherlock is Married to his Work. It’s been years and years, and Molly is fed up with her clueless friends. She nominates John for the new season of Netflix’s ‘Queer Eye’, and asks the Fab Five to not only renew his closet, but drag the man out of it.

Friend by esama (G, 7,909 w., 1 Ch. || Harry Potter Crossover || Character Death, Kid Fic) – Sherlock finds the skull when he's five.

Every Atom of This Summer on My Tongue by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (M, 9,524 w., 5 Ch. || 1980’s / Call Me By Your Name Fusion || Summer Romance, Desire, Pining, Angst With Happy Ending, POV Sherlock, Sexual Experimentation, Masturbation, Emotional Sex, Sensuality, 1980s Italy) – While vacationing at his family’s villa on the Italian coast, 18-year-old Sherlock finds himself attracted to John Watson, an older American graduate student working on his first novel. They fall into a passionate affair, desperately wishing their languid afternoons and sultry summer nights would never end.(Inspired by the novel 'Call Me By Your Name.' You don't need to have read the book or seen the film to enjoy this.)

All Is Fine by Iwantthatcoat (T, 11,063 w., 7 Ch. || Zoolander Crossover || Agender / Nonbinary Sherlock, Occasional Transphobic Language) – Sherlock's on a case...undercover at an exclusive fashion show as a model. That's right... he's giving it his All. Pop stars are dying, and there's one common thread...a scarlet thread of murder running through the colourless skein of life, and it's our duty to unravel it, and isolate it, and...make a really nice garment out of it.

Takes Two To Tango by phqyd_roar (E, 12,956 w., 6 Ch. || Whiskey Tango Foxtrot Crossover || Sherlock/Iain & Johnlock || Post S4 Fix It, Jealous John, Whirlwind Romance, Fluff and Angst, Dirty Talk, Bottom Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Alternate Ending) – Just when Sherlock Holmes is beginning to think his relationship with John Watson will never recover from all its ups and downs, he meets Iain MacKelpie, freelance photographer back from Afghanistan, who looks exactly like John Watson.

Better Call Sherlock by Gregorovitch (M, 13,032 w., 4 Ch. || Better Call Saul Crossover || Established Relationship, Case Fic, Legal Drama, Implied Sex, Happy Ending) – Sherlock and John are assigned a case in Albuquerque, New Mexico this time. Shenanigans ensue, with lots of chicanery.

The Adventure of Downton Abbey by PlaidAdder (T, 13,427 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon / Downton Abby Crossover || Undercover for a Case, Case Fic) – Desperate to free her husband from prison, Anna Smith Bates tracks down Holmes in the country retreat he shares with Dr. Watson and persuades him to come out of retirement and investigate the death of Vera Bates. Holmes visits Downton Abbey under an assumed identity, with Watson in disguise as his valet. Working together again helps them cope with a recent trauma that severely tested their longstanding relationship--and also allows them to uncover a solution consistent with and yet so much more satisfying than the one used on the actual show.

Scream! by johnwatso (E, 15,250 w., 8 Ch. || Scream Crossover || Post S4, Horror / Slasher, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Case Fic, Minor Character Death, Copycat Killer, Three Garridebs Moment) – An unknown number starts calling Sherlock and asking questions about horror movies. John is pretty sure it's a serial killer.

The Sinking Of The Titanic: Sixty Years Later by flawedamythyst (T, 15,340 w., 1 Ch. || Historical Titanic Fusion || John POV, Deaths) – John Watson is interviewed for a documentary being made for the sixtieth anniversary of the sinking of the Titanic. The story he tells is not the one the interviewer was expecting.

Sanctuary by a_different_equation (E, 15,437 w., 7 Ch. || Medieval AU / Canterbury Tales Fusion || Blacksmith Sherlock, Guard John, Secret Relationship, Dom Sherlock, Sub John, Porn With Plot, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, BAMF Female Characters) – England, 1230: John Watson is an ex-soldier who works as the head of the guards in his hometown. Sherlock Holmes, the local blacksmith, is his secret.

Over Cloud and Under Cloud by khorazir (T, 16,477 w., 3 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Cabin Pressure Crossover || Post-TRF, Angst, Humour, Pre-Slash, Pining) – After his Fall, Sherlock travels the world to destroy what remains of James Moriarty's criminal empire. When things don't go according to plan and he finds himself in desperate need of a discreet means of travel, cue MJN Air... Part 1 of the Over/Under series

The Hopes and Fears of all the Years by Joaquinbumblebee24 (T, 16,567 w., 11 Ch. || House MD Crossover || UAP Divergence, Illness, Medical Inaccuracies, Alternating POVs, POV House, POV John, Medical Professionals, Developing Relationship, Flashbacks, Sports References, Neurology/Neuroscience) – 27 years ago, House became the father of Sherlock Holmes. 27 years later, every father's worst nightmare came true when Sherlock's roommate, John Watson, called in the middle of the night to inform House that his son was ill.

It's About Time, Don't You Think by WaywardSpark (M, 17,113 w., 4 Ch. || About Time Fusion || Time Traveller John, Romantic Comedy, Magical Realism, Bars and Pubs, Pining John, Background Case) – If you were to ask Sherlock Holmes where he and John Watson met for the first time, he would confidently be able to tell you Lab room 2, St Bart's Hospital, London, 29th of January 2010 at 11:47 in the morning. For John Watson, it's an entirely different story.

In Arduis Fidelis by Raliena (T, 18,628 w., 10 Ch. || GI Joe Crossover || Captivity, Surgery, BAMF John, John “Three Continents” Watson, POV John Watson, Prisoner of War, Cobra - Freeform, soldier John, John-centric, Doctor John Watson, John is a Very Good Doctor, Violence) – Once upon a time John was a Soldier and a Doctor. And he was known John or Doc or Doctor. But things change. And he *earned* his right to the name “Three Continents Watson”. Part 1 of the Three Continents Watson series

Hinder-Them Holmes by breathesomeday (T, 19,485 w., 1 Ch. || Wreck-It Ralph Fusion / Gaming AU || Angst, Fluff) – “My name is Sherlock Holmes and I’m a bad guy.”

Until the End of my Days by chervilspotatoes (M, 20,272 w., 20 Ch. || Merlin Crossover / Medieval Magical AU || Sorcerer Sherlock, Prince John, Pining Sherlock, Developing Relationship, Teenlock, Servant Sherlock, BAMF Sherlock, BAMF John, Heroic Sherlock, Misunderstandings, Alternating POV, Protective Greg, Love Confessions, Soul Bond / Mates, Happy Ending) – Sherlock learns to embrace his destiny as Prince John's protector, but soon realizes he is in love with the unavailable prince. However, this knowledge does not stop him from staying by John's side as John becomes king and faces unforeseen circumstances.

If I had a boat I would sail to you by Sunnyrea (E, 20,576 w., 1 Ch. || Titanic Fusion) – John is completely different and special from anyone Sherlock would normally come in contact with - no talk of money and hidden family secrets, no surface, superfluous conversations and blatant lies. John was the most honest person in less than five minutes Sherlock has ever met. He wants to know everything else there is to know about John Watson.

I wake up and I wake up and you're still dead by thisprettywren (M, 24,226 w., 1 Ch. || Memento Fusion AU || Amnesia, Timelines, Case Fic) – Sherlock isn't the only one who's lost.

Lost At Sea by orphan_account (T, 24,445 w., 11 Ch. || Titanic Crossover || Johnlock and Adlock) – John Watson boards Titanic looking for a new life, free from all those terrible things he's seen and done. Sherlock Holmes boards Titanic reluctant, bound to a woman he does not want. Two souls, bathing in the stars forever, lost at sea.

hurry home by augustbird (E, 25,606 w., 1 Ch. || Skyfall / Bond Fusion || Sherlock as Q, John as 007) – When John is recruited into the MI6 to track down a security leak, he didn’t expect it to get this out of hand. At least he has Sherlock Holmes. Skyfall fusion. Sequel to us against.

The Man in the Crimson Cloak by Aelaer (T, 25,968 w., 6 Ch. || Dr. Strange Crossover || Post-S1 / Post Avengers Endgame, No Johnlock, Action / Adventure, POV Sherlock, Dimension Travel, BAMF Strange, BAMF Sherlock, Bratty Sherlock) – Sherlock’s terribly ordinary and outright dull day turns into something well beyond his wildest dreams when a most interesting stranger enters his flat. Part 3 of the Adventures Throughout the Multiverse series

A Visit To The Doctor by flawedamythyst (T, 28,318 w., 1 Ch. || ACD/BBC Crossover || Time Travel, Hollywood Physics) – When Watson gets ill, Holmes goes to extraordinary lengths to get him well again.

The Unsinkable Ship by drjohnhwatson (NR, 36,758 w., 5 Ch. || ACD Canon Holmes Titanic Fusion || Retirement, Established Relationship, Historical References) – Holmes and Watson board Titanic for her maiden voyage.

Keeping It Loki by AtlinMerrick (E, 39,016 w., 11 Ch. || MCU Crossover || Loki/Sherlock and Johnlock, Oral Sex, Banter, Storytelling, Dream Sex, Wet Dream, Anal, Sexy Talk, Domestics) – Look, it was a dream god damn it. It was just a sexy, toe-curling, kinky, cock-hardening, *wet* dream. Yet it didn't matter how many times John told Sherlock that, Sherlock got all red-faced and stalked out of the sitting room, and then stalked back with his mouth open but stalked off again without actually saying anything. Yes, well John Watson knew precisely what to do about that.

A Lost Heart - An Empty Home by Raliena (T, 41,183 w., 21 Ch. || GI Joe Fusion || TEH / Post-TFP, Mystery, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Three Continents Watson, Violence, BAMF John, Soldier John, Sherlock-centric) – Nearly three years have passed since Sherlock jumped, and now he comes home to finish what he started. He wants to finish with John by his side. But that may not be as simple as he first thought. Part 3 of Three Continents Watson

The Baker Street House by qalets (T, 42,046 w., 13 Ch. || Lake House Fusion || Mollstrade, Alternate Timelines, Time Travel, Epistolary, Case Fic, Slow Burn, Pining, Mutual Pining, Emotional Constipation, London) – At the end of his tenancy in a flat in Baker Street Dr John Watson starts a tentative correspondence with the previous tenant: a Mr Sherlock Holmes. But Sherlock only just moved in. Together, while two years apart, they begin to fall for each other through letters, while life, and cases, continue around them.

Here We Go Again by disfictional (E, 46,687 w., 10 Ch. || Mama Mia-Inspired Fusion || Post-S4, Older Rosie, Alternating POV, Reunion, Retirement, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Coming Out, Parentlock, Weddings, Fluff and Angst) – Ransacking some old trunks, Rosie Watson finds her father's old journal filled with remnants of a blog he used to keep about his association with Sherlock Holmes. In an attempt to meet the man who had a profound impact on her early years, Rosie invites the long-estranged detective to her wedding under false pretences.

Whirlwind by DiscordantWords (M, 50,640 w., 10 Ch. || WiP || Twister Fusion || Bad Weather, Storm Chasing, Post Break Up, Reunions, Non-Linear Narrative, Mutual Pining, Angst with Happy Ending) – New job, new truck, new fiancée... John Watson, former storm chaser, has settled into a comfortable new life. There's only one problem: John's already married. And the the divorce papers he's been sending to his former partner, Sherlock Holmes, keep going missing. So with his fiancée Mary by his side, John reluctantly makes a trip to see him in the hopes of finalizing their divorce once and for all. But John arrives in the midst of a very active storm season, and Sherlock very clearly hasn’t let go of the past. Against his better judgement, John finds himself talked into riding along after one last storm.

The Lost Duke by SelfSameLine (M, 51,395 w., 13 Ch. || Anastasia Fusion || Romance, Kidlock, Royalty, Slow Build, Friends to Lovers) – "We’re looking for him.” John pointed up the stairs to the portrait hanging proudly against the wall. It was blackened and torn in places, but two faces, one of a pretty woman and one of a dark haired boy remained unmarred, staring blankly out into the night.The boy’s eyebrows knitted together. “A royal?” Lestrade huffed. “The lost duke, yes. Haven’t you heard of him?”

If He Be Worthy by AndyHood (T, 58,110 w, 18 Ch. || Avengers / MCU Crossover || Friendship, Adventure) – In the aftermath of the alien invasion of London, Coulson's team is set out to retrieve a man, a man that had picked up Thor's hammer. John Watson hadn't meant to get mixed up in the alien invasion only intending to repay a favor. He had only been surveying the damage done by the aliens when he had tripped on a hammer, he didn't know the significance of being able to pick it up.

Il Traviato by kedgeree (E, 68,809 w., 18 Ch. || Pretty Woman Fusion || Romance, Prostitution, Case Fic, False Identity, First Kiss/Time) – A down-on-his-luck ex-soldier meets a wealthy businessman in need of a short-term companion. [TRANSLATION: 中文-普通话國語]

Real Time by Callie4180 (T, 74,935 w., 25 Ch. || 24 Fusion || Creepy Moriarty, Violence, BAMF Mrs Hudson, Suggestions of Torture, Biochemist Sherlock, Bodyguard John) – The world is under the threat of a biological weapon, and a brilliant biochemist needs protection. His own life is a mess, and he doesn't know who he can trust. He's going to have to be at his best every moment if he's going to survive. This is going to be the longest day of John Watson's life.

So Grant Us All a Change of Heart by ArwaMachine (E, 83,276 w., 5 Ch. || Christmas Carol Fusion || T6T Compliant, Pining, Angst with Happy Ending, Smut, Temporary Character Death, Drug Use / Reference, Suicide) – It’s Christmastime at Baker Street, but things are far from festive. Mary is dead, John and Sherlock’s friendship is all but ruined, and Sherlock has become a right dick about everything. More convinced than ever that sentiment is objectively useless, Sherlock needs a little paranormal intervention to see the error of his ways or else run the risk of losing all that is important to him.

I Am a Camera by mom2boys (T, 89,929 w., 36 Ch. || Enola Holmes Crossover || Developing Relationship, WW2 / Spanish Civil War, Weimar Germany, Period-Typical Homophobia, Nazi Germany, Fascism, Promiscuity, Espionage, BAMF John, Closeted John, Angst With Happy Ending) – So begins John H. Watson's Great Work. It is the story of two men who meet just before the tide of war and fascism sweeps across Europe and the world. Circumstances will separate them, but the arc of history is long and bends towards love.

The Hollow Ones by antietamfalls (M, 100,244 w., 23 Ch. || Walking Dead Fusion || Zombie Apocalypse, Angst, Slow Build, Emotional Constipation, Protective John, Hurt/Comfort) – The dead walk. Mangled corpses of the deceased rise and mindlessly feast upon the flesh of the living. John wakes up, alone and confused, into the remnants of a city gone mad. He will search for answers. He will find Sherlock at any cost. And he will learn that the living are far more dangerous than the dead.

Metamorphosis by KtwoNtwo (T, 101,597 w., 29 w., || James Bond / Skyfall Fusion / Werewolf AU || Post-Skyfall, Werewolf Bond, Werewolf Q, Case Fic, Slow Build, Q is a Holmes) – “Other duties as assigned” takes on a whole new meaning when James Bond returns from a mission and finds himself juggling his 00 status, preternatural politics and having to act as pack leader to a newly created werewolf. Part 1 of The Government Pack

Keep the Car Running by earlgreytea68 (M, 125,124 w., 31 Ch. || Inception Fusion || Tags to Be Added) – If Mycroft Holmes lived in a world where people could steal information from the subconsciouses of others, tell me he wouldn't be all over that when he had Moriarty in custody. Part 1 of KtCR

The Dragon's Spell Series by ImpossibleElement (M, 280,698 w. across 4 works || Descendants Fusion || Alternating POV, Heroes & Villains, Humour, Romance, Mystery, Drama, Slow Burn, Teenlock, Dragons, Dubious Sherlock) – In a world where magic is obsolete and the villains have been trapped inside an island without it; one young man will have a chance to change everything for himself and everyone else. For better or for worse. Definitely for worse.

Wild About Harry Series by PlaidAdder (T, 397,189 w. across 9 works || Doctor Who Crossover || Harry/Clara and Johnlock, Post-TRF, Canon Compliant, Dancing, Case Fics, Morning After, Teamwork, Drug Use, , Christmas, Alcoholism, Fix It Fics, Alternating POVs, Established Relationships) – This started as a post-Reichenbach fic and turned into a series in which Harry Watson is a repeating character. John and Sherlock get together in the first story ("Empty Houses") and thereafter it's either developing relationship or established relationship. Most of this is case fic and long, but there are a few shorter ones.

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #my fic recs #crossovers and fusion fics #crossover fics #fusion fics #long post #marked for later fics

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helloliriels · 6 months

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Thrilled to finally share the finished cover art for @raina-at's brilliant sci-fi fic:

⚙️ SPARE PARTS 🔧🔩

Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all ... John hasn't seen him since. (Post-TRF, Sci-Fi, on Titan)

If you haven't read it yet, or need a post-TRF fix, check it out!!! I absolutely adore everything Raina_at writes! It was an honor to cover this one (and again, apologies for the insane delay on posting this one!!! Think I finally got it!!!) What a long, strange year it's been! xoxo - Liri

Art of winners choice for submitting the top entry in the '2022 Year of the Crack Fic' writing challenge! ❤️‍🔥 (had a blast reading all 3!)

@johnlocky @chinike @rhasima @fluffbyday-smutbynight @totallysilvergirl @chriscalledmesweetie @sarahthecoat @inevitably-johnlocked @pocketwatchofmycroft @safedistancefrombeingsmart @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @myriath @mutedsilence @meetinginsamarra @bluebellofbakerstreet @loki-lock @the-nerdy-autist @sgam76 @janetm74 @a-victorian-girl @gregorovitchworld @whatnext2020 @missdeliadili @escaroles @lisbeth-kk @gaylilsherlock @impalaparkedat221b @aquilea-of-the-lonely-mountain @deelaundry @13monkton @sabsi221b @arwamachine @jamesphillimoresumbrella @dontfuckmylifewtf @kettykika78 @khorazir @youcouldcallmegus @7-percent @arabbitjohn @iwlyanmw @masterofhounds @john-smiths-jawline @kittenmadnessandtea @peanitbear @peageetibbs @solarmama @anyway-kindness @glows-n-the-dark

#spare parts #raina-at #helloliriels #liriels art #2022 year of the crack fic #prize winner

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karereiko · 11 months

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I watched Musicals of Moriarty (Op1-3) and those were amazing, everything I wished anime had in matter of plot and characters was there. And no I don’t mean Truck of the sherliam that Musicals have (it’s nice add and I love it, but if they didn’t go so hard for it I would be still happy) because it had what I think was important in manga, small details of story and characters that made me love Moriarty so much now. Like the matter of taxes in Durham and how William fixed it right away to help poor, overworked people living there. I really don’t like how anime makes him for first few episodes “the devil” who only whispers on others ears and pushes them to kill and he himself doesn’t dirty his hands. He always put himself on the first line of his plans, like with “Kidnapping of noble” chapter, he kills Albert’s brother on his own etc. Like how Baskerville arc was SO important for Louis, Fred and Moran characters. Like in anime because of lack of it you can change those three to any other characters and it wouldn’t matter. Miss Hutson is amazing in musicals, gosh, poor women, how she didn’t get a stroke or heart attack yet I don’t know XD and musical doesn’t skip on that scene between her and Irene with dress that I found quite funny when I first read it in manga and thought this adds a lot to both women characters.

You know you did wrong when your anime has less action scenes then musical... Like really, the person who did script for anime did so many strange changes to plot and cut so many important ones while adding own one it's crazy and I have no idea why it happened.

As for character, the best from the start was Sherlock for me, he’s amazing. I think Liam's one was little too stiff and not enough emotional in Op1-2 but in Op3 he finally is perfect Liam, smiling, hurting, sassy and I think his vocal got better. As for other characters they were amazing too. I only couldn’t get used to William and Albert but only because their anime saiyuus did so amazing job. Louis had the best vocal at the start I think. From songs I think the middle one in Op2 made most impression for me, I need to rewatch it and remember names of songs for future. The “Catch me if you can” scene in the musical was the only one weaker I think in compare to anime and manga, but when at the end of Op2 they come back to theme “Catch me” it did earned a few points back in my eyes. And wow Op3 songs were so much longing of William and Sherlock to each other it’s just wow, I didn’t think they will go so hard for it and I’m not complaining. I guess Op4 focuses more on Whiteley and John&Mary arcs so probably there is not so much sharliam there, but if Op3 was like this then I can image how hard they will go with William visit at Sherlock’s place, letter and bridge scene. And I will only need Op6 with hospital and marriage vows to die happy XD.

ps. If anyone knows if it’s possible to pay and see Op4 somewhere online, please let me know. Buying stuff from Japan is always very expensive for me because of shipping cost, if I can avoid it the I would gladly watch it this way.

#moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #yuumori #william james moriarty #Sherlock Holmes #sherliam #moriarty the patriot musical #yumori

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meetinginsamarra · 3 months

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Fanfics I really liked in December 2023

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords @discordantwords

When a series of bombings in London ensues and John learns that Sherlock is not only alive but also back, at first he draws the wrong conclusions. A great alternative version of how it could have gone after the hiatus.

The secret patient by PlainJane

WWII, the Italian campaign. Dr. John Watson is left behind at a lonely chapel with a mysterious patient who cannot be evacuated with the rest of the field hospital, due to his injuries. Inspired by "The English Patient".

The Way Home by Calais_Reno@calaisreno

It's Christmas Eve, and Sherlock's landlord has evicted him. He's left with only one alternative: go home. Spend Christmas with his family. On the train, he meets someone who might just be having an even worse holiday. One immediately has to hug this insecure Sherlock and lovely John.

Cold Inside by LoloLolly @amyreadsandstresses

Sherlock has just shot Magnussen, is in prison the isolation eats away at his sanity. John feels adrift and wants to help. Mycroft is equally untethered, scrambling for options. Perhaps they can manage to save Sherlock and rid themselves of Mary in one fell swoop. Lovely S3 fix-it with hurt/comfort.

Hard Rain by writerfan2013

After the Fall. Sherlock and John are apart, but each encounter the same mysterious organization. Sherlock is undercover and John gets abducted but in the end they reunite and solve the case. Really suspenseful casefic.

Adler’s by Elianara

John meets Sherlock while the detective is working undercover in Ms Adler’s establishment. John ends up getting a different sort of excitement than he came for. A fun different first meeting.

#my fanfic recs #fanfics I really liked in December 2023

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griseldabanks · 2 months

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Let Me Count the Ways 48 for John and Sherlock? But make it kidLock!

--Rain on Main

Let Me Count the Ways ask game

Prompt: "We should eat something."

“We should eat something,” John said.

Sherlock merely grunted, adjusting the lens on his microscope.

John's stomach growled again. It was a Saturday, so he'd come over to Sherlock's house as soon as he'd finished breakfast. When he checked the clock on Sherlock's bedside table, it said 15:23. That meant he hadn't eaten in...well, he couldn't remember exactly when he'd finished breakfast, but it had been a long time.

“Aren't you hungry?” John prodded.

“Digestion takes blood flow away from the brain,” Sherlock said distractedly, jotting something down in his notebook. “Eating just slows down thinking.”

“Yeah, but your brain also needs energy from food to keep thinking.”

“I'm fine,” Sherlock said, picking up another slide and sticking it carefully under the microscope.

John held his breath and counted to ten in his head, like his mother always told him and Harry to do when they started arguing. Once he thought he could keep from raising his voice, John snapped, “Well, I'm hungry.”

Sherlock didn't even look up, just waved his hand absently over his shoulder. “You know where the kitchen is.”

With a huff of irritation, John dropped his own notebook onto the table next to Sherlock's and stomped out of the room. He didn't exactly slam the door, but he shut it with a satisfying snap.

Sherlock's single-mindedness was great and all; it was probably one of the main reasons he was so far ahead in school. John knew he would never be as smart as his friend, but one thing he did have Sherlock beat at was hospitality. If they'd gone to John's house today, not only would they have gotten a full lunch, but the second Sherlock mentioned feeling a bit peckish, John knew his mother would whip out a healthy snack for them. And Sherlock would eat it, whether it took the blood flow away from his stupid brain or not.

John strode over to the banister at the top of the stairs and hesitated, peering over them into the empty front hall. True, he did know where the kitchen was, after Sherlock had taken him there a few times, but John still felt a bit awkward in this huge, fancy house. He tiptoed down the stairs, then quietly walked down the hall, feeling as though at any moment, a maid or butler would suddenly appear and warn him that he was trespassing where he didn't belong.

But in the end, he made it to the large kitchen without incident. There didn't seem to be anybody about. Maybe he and Sherlock were the only ones at home.

John stood in the huge, immaculate kitchen for a minute, just looking around and trying to convince himself to make something for them to eat. Was he allowed to take anything? He opened the fridge and the pantry and just stared at all of the food waiting to be used—expensive brands he'd never even heard of, the kind of things his mother would never even consider buying.

After dithering about for far too long, John's growling stomach finally convinced him to make a choice. He decided to make cucumber sandwiches, and he found a package of biscuits that he sampled and decided would make a good addition. With the biscuits under his arm and the sandwiches piled up on a plate, it occurred to him that they needed something to drink as well. Hydration was important, after all.

After digging around some more, he eventually found some bottles of water, which he tucked under his other arm. Then, walking carefully with his precious load, he made his way back upstairs to Sherlock's room. At every step, the terrified thought plagued him of what would happen if he tripped and dropped the food. Crumbs and bits of cucumber would go everywhere, and he wouldn't know how to clean it all up in time, and then someone would come along and tell him to get lost, he was just a dirty little boy who had no right to come here and bother them....

But he made it all the way back to Sherlock's room without dropping a thing. He had to set the plate down on the floor to open the door, then pick it back up again to bring it inside, but then he was safe. Letting out a relieved sigh, John set the plate on the edge of Sherlock's desk, then unloaded the rest of his wares beside it.

Through it all, Sherlock didn't look up from whatever he was scribbling in his notebook. John was used to being ignored when Sherlock was focused on something, so he didn't mind. He just pulled his chair closer and started on the sandwiches, looking over Sherlock's shoulder and trying to decipher his complicated equations.

John had just finished his second sandwich and was opening a water bottle when Sherlock reached over without looking and grabbed a sandwich for himself. John watched in surprise as Sherlock stuffed the sandwich into his mouth in three impatient bites, still writing with his other hand.

“I've got it, John!” he cried through a mouthful of bread and cucumbers. “It was so absurdly simple, why didn't I see it immediately?” Springing to his feet, he began pacing back and forth across his room, and when he passed by his desk, he grabbed another sandwich from the plate. He didn't even seem to realize he'd done it.

As Sherlock excitedly explained why what was on the bottom of that shoe they'd found was crucially important, using words John could barely follow, John opened the package of biscuits. While nibbling on one himself, John pulled one biscuit after another and handed them off to Sherlock as he passed. Sherlock grabbed each one he was offered and shoved it into his mouth, with manners that would have appalled John's mother and earned him a scolding for sure.

John didn't care. He just listened to his friend talking a mile a minute, barely able to keep up. If anything, Sherlock seemed to talk faster and pace with a little more spring in his step with each biscuit he ate. So much for digestion slowing down his thinking.

John smiled behind the cover of taking another drink. Who knew it would be this easy to con Sherlock Holmes into taking care of himself?

#ask and you shall receive #a2on1break #ask games #let me count the ways #sherlock #bbc sherlock #kidlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #i know i got the idea for this from some fic i read i just can't for the life of me remember which one ^^'#something that included john strategically placing food in places where sherlock would absent-mindedly grab it and start eating it #the little things a friend does to make sure his best friend doesn't turn into a skeleton XD

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lisbeth-kk · 8 months

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Sherlock fandom. John finding new families along the way.

Surprisingly easy

John has never had any reason to cherish his own family. His parents were always fighting about some trifle detail or other. Harry was difficult at best, detestable at her worst.

He heard the saying for the first time when he was fifteen, and it immediately hit home.

Friends are the family you choose.

John didn’t have many friends. Not close ones anyway. His fellow rugby teammates were the closest he’d got before uni. At his practise at Barts Hospital, Mike Stamford was a bloke to rely on. Easy and fun to hang out with. A bit boring and predictable, but John could live with that.

When John joined the army and sat foot in a war zone, his comrades became his new family. As a captain he had the responsibility and was suddenly the head of the family. Not that he thought about his men as family at the time, but when he came back home to London, John recognised that they indeed had been the closest to a family he’s ever had.

John has always been a private person. His trust issues come from years of being let down by his biological family. So, the instant attraction and trust he felt toward Sherlock when Mike introduced them, came as an utter surprise to John. Months later, Sherlock revealed having had the same feelings when John lended him his mobile.

“You were the first person who’d intrigued me in years. Although I could deduce much about you, there was always something that astounded me. It still happens occasionally,” Sherlock admits.

“I’m flattered,” John tells him. “To be fair, I never thought that someone like you could find me a tad bit interesting.”

Sherlock had convinced John of the fact quite thoroughly using his lips and hands after that. Gasping for air, John had agreed that he indeed was the most precious and fascinating human being ever created, all out of fear that Sherlock would stop his worshipping of John’s body.

***

The car stops outside the cosy house, and John can’t wait to get out and greet the residents. Sherlock and Mycroft are more reluctant to move. John rolls his eyes at his beloved and the beloved’s older brother.

“Come on, you two. Stop behaving like teenagers being forced to visit family members. They both love you dearly, and I’m in awe over the fact that they tolerate your behaviour,” John says sternly before he opens the car door.

He moves rapidly toward the house, but before he can knock, the door swings open and John finds himself embraced by an elated woman, who smells of baked goods and gardenia.

“John, darling,” Violet Holmes exclaims. “How lovely to see you.”

“Likewise,” John says and presses a kiss to her cheek.

Walter Holmes comes into view behind Violet, and John frees himself to greet the patriarch. They shake hands and Walter places a warm hand on John’s shoulder.

“Alright there, son?” he asks.

“Absolutely. I’ve even managed convincing your offspring to come along,” John grins.

“Ah! Quite the achievement,” Walter praises.

John turns when he hears Violet coo and hug her sons equally enthusiastic as she did with John just minutes earlier. It never fails to amuse John how affectionate the Holmes brothers are with their parents once in their orbit. The bickering between the two, is another matter, but it’s less venomous here than in London.

Violet Holmes is an excellent cook, and even Sherlock eats his fair share of the delicious meal, not to mention the chocolate mousse with fresh berries from Walter’s garden.

Being the only Watson at a table crowded with Holmes’s, John feels content and he can honestly say that they all are his new family. Even Mycroft, Sherlock’s protests notwithstanding.

***

“It’s surprisingly easy to love your family,” John muses where he lies curled up in Sherlock’s arms on the sofa in front of the fireplace later that evening.

Sherlock hums and combs his long fingers through John’s hair.

“What would you say to becoming a legitimate member of the Holmes family, John?” Sherlock asks quietly.

John gasps and turns to face Sherlock, his eyes starting to fill.

“Sherlock,” he whispers. “Are you asking me what I…”

“Yes, John! Obviously,” Sherlock says with a teasing eyeroll, before his face softens.

John sits up and straddles Sherlock’s thighs, his hands cupping Sherlock’s cheeks carefully. He catches plush lips with his thinner ones, and snogs Sherlock breathless.

“That’s a yes, by the way,” John murmurs.

Such a wonderful prompt! It was a joy to write.

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#sherlock fandom #johnlock #sherlock #john watson #flashfiction #family

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the-cumberbatchs-stupid-penwing · 1 year

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John: I AM JOHN WATSON FITH NORTHUMBERLAND FUSILIERS THREE YEARS IN AFGHANISTAN, A VETERAN OF KANDAHAR HELMANND AND BARTS HOSPITAL. LET ME EXAMINE THIS BODY

Sherlock:

#is the Sherlock fandom still alive tho? cus #is giving me dead vibes already #sherlock #sherlock bbc #john watson #johnlock #221 b johnlock #johnlock 221 b #benedict cumberbatch #johnlock text post #good omens #martin freeman #mycroft holmes

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raina-at · 1 year

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Going Home

It’s past three in the morning. The hospital is quiet, or as quiet as a hospital ever gets. The lights are low, the corridors are empty.

The maternity ward is still and motionless, except for a lone figure in a well-cut suit without tie, his expensive wool coat on the plastic chair next to him.

He’s twirling his phone between his fingers, waiting. Waiting.

John approaches quietly, his shoes still wrapped in the sterile overshoes he wore in the delivery room. His daughter is ten minutes old and asleep in his arms. He steps in front of Sherlock, who looks up at him. Their eyes lock. Sherlock’s gaze flickers down to the small human in John’s arms.

“Is she…” he mutters, unable to form a full sentence.

John smiles. “She’s perfect.”

He sits down next to Sherlock, all but collapses into the plastic chair. He breathes, and he holds his daughter, who sleeps peacefully on.

Together, they watch silently as the agents come. Ten of them, heavily armed. John wanted them to wait until morning, but the agents only gave the hospital staff thirty minutes. They assured him that there was a hospital at the prison, that the aftercare is excellent. Still, John knows that if Mary ever escapes, she’ll try to kill him for this, and he can’t blame her.

Together, they watch as the agents go in, as they wheel Mary out, bed and all, as she shrieks curses and vows of vengeance, as she cries for her daughter.

John closes his eyes and his ears and his heart and thinks of a heart monitor flatlining, of the months he’s had to endure her lies and her coldness, her hypocrisy, her caresses, the way she expected him to grovel for her forgiveness because he took so long to forgive her. The months he had to pretend to love her, to want her, to forgive her, just so she wouldn’t run off with his daughter still in her belly.

The lift doors close and the shrieks fade. His daughter sighs in her sleep, makes little sucking noises, as if she’s dreaming of drinking milk from the breast of the mother John just tore her away from — the mother John just saved her from. Both of these things are equally true, and he knows it. He just hopes one day he can explain it to her in words she’ll understand.

It’s over. It’s over, and he’s alive, and Sherlock is alive, and they can go home now with this little baby girl. He opens his eyes and looks over at Sherlock, who’s watching him with the most vulnerable expression he’s ever seen on him. He smiles a bit. “You want to hold her?”

Sherlock nearly flinches, but he nods his head, uncertain and trying not to show it. John gingerly transfers her over to Sherlock. She stirs, but doesn’t wake, just snuggles back in. John tucks the blankets more tightly around her. She looks good in Sherlock’s arms. Content. Like she belongs there.

Sherlock’s staring at her face, rapt, already enamoured, it’s clearly visible on his face. “You were right,” he mutters. “She’s perfect.”

John smiles. “How about we go home and get some rest? I have a feeling we’ll need all the sleep we can get.”

Sherlock nods, but he makes no move to get up. He tears his eyes away from the baby and looks at John, uncertain. “Are you sure about this?”

“Hell, you’re asking me that? I’m not the one who agreed to co-parent the daughter of the person who tried to kill me.”

“She’s not the daughter of the person who tried to kill me, John,” Sherlock says, looking back down at her, smiling slightly. “She’s yours, John. And…” he swallows and looks back up at John, “And just in case I haven’t said this before, I want everything that’s yours.”

John smiles at him, fond and a bit watery and exhausted. “You said that before, actually. The night we agreed on this stupid plan, remember?”

Sherlock nods, returning John’s smile. “I remember saying a whole lot that night. And doing a fair bit more.”

“Yep, definitely a night to remember. Now can we please go home and go to sleep? Preferably in your bed, all three of us?”

Sherlock stands, then, holding their daughter in his arms. He looks down at the little human in his arms and John’s heart does an impressive flip at the expression in his eyes. “Come on, then, little Watson,” he says, quietly, and it sounds like a vow, “let’s take you home.”

For the prompt Rest by @notjustamumj , a bit of a parentlock HLV-fix it.

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And yes, they probably wouldn't let John go home with her so soon after she was born, but let's just say Mycroft pulled some strings or something.

I'm going to collect these all on AO3 soon, but not today. My son just went to a birthday party and I can have a few hours of blissful quiet to devote to my actual WIP.

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #notjustamumj #may prompts #microfic #rest #parentlock #fix it

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