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strawberrywinter4 · 28 days

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i saw your post about prompts!

and ooo maybe something related to sherlock's growing/settling relationship with rosie as she grows into a teen and john realising that she's much more alike mary than she thinks when she gets upset that she can't remember much about her mother. the men help her see that.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson & Rosie Watson

Rating: General Audience

Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Post Season/Series 04, Father-Daughter Relationship, Rosie is a teenager, Teen attitude, Parentlock, Post Mary Morstan, Angst, Fluff

Thank you so, so much for this prompt, anon! I’m so sorry I didn’t get to it sooner and you were one of my first people to send in prompts. I hope this is to your liking❤️❤️

*•*•*•*

Something’s different about Rosie today, John can tell.

Maybe it’s the unsaid sense of a father or maybe it’s because the teen has displayed a frown since the moment she woke up.

John remembers wishing Rosie a good day at school when he dropped her off, students hurrying to get to their first class.

Rosie, however, only stared at the ground, ignoring John. Her blue eyes were blank, her jaw tense.

John blinked, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey.”

Rosie’s eyelashes fluttered as she turned to John. “Yeah?”

“You alright?”

She shrugged, and John was only happy it wasn’t an eye roll as well, a pair of gestures that the teen had acquired as the years went on. “M’fine, Dad,” she dismissed, carrying her bag and leaving John’s side before John could say anything else.

“Her menstrual cycle, maybe?” Sherlock had suggested back at 221B when John voiced his concerns. “Did she seem irate?”

“No,” John had said. “Well—god, I don’t even know. Maybe? Just… down, I guess.”

Sherlock came up behind John and soothed a loose hair on the doctor’s head. “Ask her when she gets home, then.”

John snorted. “You know how to deal with her best. You ask her.”

“John,” Sherlock said, sending him a pointed look. “Talk to her.”

The conversation replays in John’s head as he and Rosie walk home, their steps in sync.

Rosie has just turned 14, and her attitude certainly shows it. John finds that his daughter has obtained his obvious anger issues. That can cause some arguments to take place, as much as John wishes it didn’t. Or maybe it’s because she’s around the snarky detective, catching on to his sass.

John sighs through his nose. He hopes not.

Before they enter the flat, John stops her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Rosie, wait.”

Rosie stops, turning to him with a stiff shrug. “Yeah?”

John turns his head. “You sure you’re alright, darling?”

Rosie’s still for too long, her eyes never leaving John’s. “I told you, I’m fine,” she says.

“Right, well, you say that, but you don’t seem like it.”

Rosie scoffs. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to do about it. This is how I act.”

John grits his teeth. “Not usually. Usually you don’t give me an attitude.”

“I’m not giving you an attitude. I’m talking.”

John laughs humorlessly. “Rosie, this isn’t talking. This is starting an argument.”

This time, Rosie rolls her eyes. “God, I can’t get anything through with you!”

And to John’s great surprise, she barges through the door and practically stomps up the stars. John waits for another moment and soon, he registers a door slamming.

John sighs in frustration and heads up to 221B as well in a much calmer fashion. Once he steps into the living room to the flat, Sherlock turns to him where he’s conducting an experiment on the kitchen counter.

“Not good, then?” the detective asks with a quirk of a brow.

John runs a hand over his face. “No. No, not good.”

“She doesn’t like when you’re snarky back,” Sherlock murmurs, flicking a glass tube with his fingers to allow more water flow.

“I wasn’t- look, she has to learn how to dial down that attitude,” John says, leaning on the frame of the entrance to the kitchen. “I swear, it’s almost like arguing with you.”

“No. It’s like arguing with you,” Sherlock corrects. “Or Mary. Really, I can see both of you in her quite clearly.”

John grits his teeth at the comment. He looks up at the bedroom, the shut door displaying unwelcomeness. John steps forward. “Maybe I should-”

“Don’t,” Sherlock says, his eyes still on the tube. “Give her time. Allow her to cool off.”

John clenches his jaw, then nods curtly. “Yeah. Right, erm-”

In a swift movement, Sherlock turns on the stool, taking John’s sides and bringing him closer so that he’s able to stand between his legs. John releases a quiet sigh of relief at the feel of Sherlock’s hands at his sides, soothing him.

“In the research I’ve done, teenagers are prone to get angry easier,” Sherlock says.

“You’ve done research?”

“Shut up. What I’m saying is, just… be patient with her, I suppose. If you two keep bickering back and forth, it will be to no end.”

John stares at Sherlock, unable to take his eyes off this wonderful, brilliant man in front of him. “I love you,” John breathes.

Sherlock grins. “I know.”

___

Two hours pass, maybe three. John is jittering in his chair, and Sherlock is browsing his (John’s) computer leisurely for a case.

John nods, making a decision. “Right. I’m gonna go talk to her.” He stands and Sherlock’s deep voice catches him.

“Calmly,” Sherlock warns, not looking up from the screen.

John opens his mouth to say something, then decides to simply settle for a nod.

Two steps at a time, he heads up the stairs. For a while, he just stands there, fist hesitantly nearing the wooden door.

He takes a deep breath, then knocks.

Nothing.

He knocks again.

John can hear an annoyed breath from the other end of the room. Soon, Rosie opens the door, her eyes expectant. “Yes?” she asks.

John gestures into the room. “May I come in, your majesty?”

Rosie fights a grin, but quickly hides it as she steps aside. “If you want.”

John comes in and briefly admires Rosie’s room. The design has changed over the years. It used to be John’s old room and it was quite bland, but as Rosie’s gotten older, John has encouraged her to decorate it how she pleases. Now there are a few posters of celebrities (that Sherlock rolls his eyes at) and John catches that there’s even a poster of James Bond.

John’s heart swells. He made sure to introduce Rosie to the Bond films at an early age and, together, they’ve made it a tradition to have a movie night at least once a year to binge watch the films. At first, Sherlock refused to partake in it. But when Rosie gave him her big blue eyes, silently pleading that he join them, Sherlock sighed in defeat, taking a seat next to them on the sofa.

John sucks in a breath, breaking his thoughts. He turns to Rosie, his eyes now filling with concern. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong now?”

Rosie looks down, fiddling her fingers. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Rosie,” John says gently. “Come on. You don’t have to lie about this.”

Rosie stares at him, then seems to make a decision. She goes across the room, opening a drawer and pulling out a deck of photographs.

John doesn’t have to see them to know what they are.

“I didn’t mean to snoop,” Rosie claims nervously, stepping forward as she looks down at the pictures of her mother on her wedding day. “But… I mean- I saw the photo album in the corner of your room and- and I couldn’t help but look… keep them. I promise I’ll put them all back, but I just wanted to look, and-”

“Rosie,” John says. He sighs, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright, darling. It- I knew you’d be curious someday.”

Rosie released a trembling breath. John’s heart breaks. “Why don’t we talk about Mum?” she asks.

John bites down hard on his inner cheek. “You know it’s a sensitive subject. You know how she died.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about her,” Rosie counters, her voice cracking.

John squeezes her shoulder, then leads them both to sit on the bed. “I know,” he says. “I know and I’m… so sorry. I just- there’s so much about your mother that- that’s not… I just don’t want you to see her in a bad light.”

“Then… at least tell me if- if I’m like her,” Rosie pleads.

“Oh, darling, of course you are,” John reassures. “You’re a spitting image of her.”

“Could you just- tell me about her? Tell me what she’s like?”

“Well, she was-”

“I want Sherlock to be here,” Rosie interrupts, her eyes desperate.

John pauses. He quickly recovers and nods. “Yeah… yeah, ‘course.”

Just then, Sherlock opens the door. He sniffs and John frowns. “You summoned me,” Sherlock says as he shuts the door behind him.

“Sherlock, how many times do I have to remind you not to listen in on conversations?” John says with gritted teeth as Rose laughs.

“You can hardly blame me, John,” Sherlock defends as he sits on the other side of Rosie.

“I can and I most certainly will.”

Sherlock’s eyes focus on Rosie. “What would you like to know?”

Rosie looks down as she thinks. “It’s selfish.”

“Bee,” Sherlock says in the soft voice he only reserves for Rosie and John. “Nothing you can say is selfish. You have every right to know. I was wondering when you’d bring the topic up.”

Rosie sighs. “Anything, really. I want… I want to know if I’m like her at all or- just anything.”

John can’t help but give a small smile. “You have her stubbornness,” he says. “I think that’s the main thing. I swear, sometimes you talk just like her.”

“You have her energy,” Sherlock continues, and John wants to kiss the man for being such a wonderful sport. He knows Sherlock still feels inexplicable guilt, even as they’ve progressed their relationship into a couple. He knows Sherlock has a difficult time talking about the subject, but the fact that he talks about it like it’s the easiest thing in the world when someone brings Mary up… John loves him. “She was quite the lively woman.”

“You’re clever,” John says, his voice now a whisper. “She was intelligent, could always see through a lie and had a lense of reality.”

Rosie looks like she’s on the verge of tears. Sherlock rubs her back. “What is it?” the detective asks.

“No, no, it’s just…” She lets out a long breath. “Everyone at school always talks about their mothers. And- And that made me more upset that I couldn’t relate to them.” A small smile forms on Rosie’s lips. “I’m glad I can… that I can learn about Mum. And just knowing that I’m somewhat like her-” Rosie sniffles, smiling through her tears. “It makes me so happy.”

John pulls Rosie in for a tight hug, striving not to shed tears himself. He kisses her blonde curls. “You’re a lot more like her than you think. She’ll always be a part of you and I want you to never forget that.”

Sherlock seems hesitant on joining in on the affection, but Rosie huffs and pulls him in by his arm sleeve. “‘Lock, get in here.”

Sherlock chuckles at the nickname and joins in, wrapping his long arms around the both of them.

They stay like that for a while, just the three of them.

*•*•*•*

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ghl-osty · 3 months

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fanfiction

i’d like to talk about fanfiction real quick because there are some issues really frequently that can make or break a story. and they’re avoidable!! and it makes me so sad when i’m trying to read a good fanfic and there’s so many errors that i have to stop.

NAMES

so this is one i see surprisingly often… please make sure you know how to spell a character’s name when writing a fanfiction. it’s usually something small like damian vs. damien or lucas vs. lukas but to me it’s so distracting and disappointing when there’s a beautifully written story with a character’s name spelled wrong.

SPELLING

this is a big one, too. when writing, some people don’t always have a spell check or an editor built in to their platform. if that’s you, please triple check your work! and here are a few frequent ones i see-

-shook vs. shock

i shook his hand

i was in shock that she did such a horrible thing

-peaked vs. piqued

-he looked like he peaked in high school

-they piqued my interest

blonde vs blond

-she had blonde hair

-he had blond hair

blonde is a gendered word. i’m not actually sure how it’s used with nonbinary people, let me know!

their, there, and they’re

-it was theirs

-she’s over there

-they were scared, and now they’re not

remember that they’re is a contraction of they are!

quite vs. quiet

she tried to be quiet, not making any noise.

they were quite bored with this whole event.

(thank you to @nathaaaan for the suggestion)

SERIES VS. SERIE

i watched a really good series yesterday

serie isn’t actually a word…

BILINGUAL CHARACTERS

please, please, please do some research if you write a character who speaks another language. even if it’s reading other fanfictions to figure out how your character’s language fits in with the language you’re writing with.

-having a character to say that it’s ’hard to switch back’ is… unrealistic at best. i wouldn’t recommend using it.

-please gender the words correctly! in most of the romance languages, words are gendered. make sure to add that in!

REPETITION

unless you’re going for a gimmick, i’d be careful with repetition. having a character say something more than once, especially in the same sentence, can be annoying and makes the dialogue sound forced.

especially the word antics…. i literally had to put a fic down because ‘antics’ was in every other sentence.

ex: “Lily sighed, annoyed. She was so annoyed!”

(yes this is a real actual example with the character name changed. don’t let this be you.)

FORMATTING

i think this can be overlooked a lot but format is important!!!

-paragraph breaks!! seeing a huge chunk of words with absolutely no breaks is overwhelming. add some space!

-“the punctuation goes inside the quotations.” he said

-i know i’m being a bit of a hypocrite, but capitalization! names, beginning of sentences, and places!! if you don’t capitalize, at least be consistent with it!

“This is how fanfiction, or really any writing, should be formatted.” Eli said with a smile

“And every new sentence should be a paragraph break,” interjected Alex, “Unless you’re going for a certain style. In which case, you do you.”

Eli sighed. “That’s true, Alex. What OP didn’t know was that tumblr has a formatting issue, so that when she posts this, the paragraph breaks won’t show! She hopes she fixed it. But it might not work!”

“We can always imagine the bullet points as paragraph breaks.”

-friendly neighborhood reminder that paragraph breaks happen when introducing a new idea as well!

-bolds and italics are important.

“I told him not to go,” acceptable, a bit dry.

“I told him not to go,” exquisite, flavorful.

and as always. please make sure they’re talking like people. not disney sitcom characters.

PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE TENSE

you would not believe how much i see this messed up. and it’s easy to get wrong. remember, you can always look something up if you aren’t sure. but stay consistent with your tenses!

past tense

She walked up to the drab, grey building, trembling. As she pulled the door open, a bell rang, signaling her arrival.

this one’s probably the most used. notice that it’s almost like we’re retelling the story, after it’s already happened (hence past tense)

present tense

She walks up to the drab, grey building, trembling. She pulls the door open, and a bell rings to signal her arrival.

we have to change quite a few words for the same sentence to make sense in present tense.

future tense

She’ll walk up to the drab, grey building, trembling. She’ll pull the door open, and a bell will ring to signal her arrival.

i honestly don’t think i’ve ever seen future tense used in a novel unless it’s used in dialogue. but it’s almost as if you’re speaking hypothetically about an event.

but please make sure you’re consistent with these! don’t use one and then switch to another!!

but all in all just double check your writing, always!!! there are so many good works out there that could be great.,… if you don’t have someone to beta read you can always send it to me or put it in word <3

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gayforanthonyjcrowley · 7 days

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I have a question for the AO3 writers. How do y’all deal with comments like ‘ nice AI story ’ or ‘ even a dumb person could see this is AI ’ Just got my first and I would rather die than use a AI, even for school. So I am curious if you guys get these comment and how you react to them :)

#ao3 #good omens #writer on ao3 #ao3 fanfic #aziraphale #crowley

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quantumelepant · 4 months

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My two cents on a fandom related matter

🥁

Don't. Trust. Anyone.

This isn't about cyber security, it's about not giving anything for granted when approaching a fanwork, especially in fanfiction. I see people insulting left and right and being all defensive and aggressive about headcanons and "those who really GET the character". And the aforementioned two cents are... c h i l l.

The way I see it, headcanons and characterization are supposed to be extremely elastic. It's fine if you prefer one over the other and if you like reading and writing certain specific things, I'm not here to take them from you! But good characterization is based on more than strict sets of rules. If you play by them every single time, no matter the context, the AU, the trope, they might start to inexplicably clash, even if they've always seemed appropriate to you.

It's the same thing we see in color theory videos, where we look at an artwork and there's a color that looks like green but, when isolated, it's actually an entirely different one. This applies to writing as well ant that's because characterization is more than personality. I see these two big scary monsters mixed all. the. time.

Look, I'm no writer, everything I know I've learnt through fanfiction and countless brainstorming sessions with friends, but it's a game of balancing core characteristics, seeing where they break, what happens when you suppress and highlight different traits every time, and it's supposed to be fun. I feel there's so much pressure in fandom spaces to the point where this kind of exploration is discouraged.

So yeah, don't trust fanfiction authors. Characters are supposed to not feel photoshopped in the plot. These two elements will and MUST bend mutually in order for the entire work to feel natural. The same author might write two different versions of the same character and you could hate one and love the other.

I guess what I wanted to say is calm the fuck down and explore the places where the single wildest version of a character might sound legit to you.

HAVE. FUN. and don't get stuck in your own spider web of opinions.

Again, it's a game. Play it.

#writing #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #fan writing #ao3 #ao3 writer #writer #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writers #archive of our own #writing community #fanfiction #fandom #writer on ao3

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artistic-fool · 3 months

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Some art for my AceSabo Peaky Blinders inspired AU

This is older art

Here's a link to the fic if curious!

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capsicle13 · 3 months

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My new fantasy stucky story if anyone is interested!

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #ao3 fanfic #ao3 #fantasy #fantasy fiction #writer on ao3

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coffin-contemplator · 12 days

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❝one of coffee, debit cards & corpses❞

Summary:

“‘Is this my debit card?’ Strahm questions suddenly, his voice strained with something Erickson can’t really place.

As soon as the quarry hits the air, Hoffman’s expression shifts from casual to teasing and borderline innocent.”

It doesn’t take an investigator to be able to guess that Agent Strahm is not a patient person. And so, standing in the middle of a gruesome crime scene, he quickly realises he’s running low on the supply of fucks being given. The man paces, clearly exasperated. Meanwhile, his superior seems completely oblivious to the storm that’s silently brewing within the younger man.

“Perez?” he asks, still hoping for some form of salvation.

“Family emergency,” Erickson replies briefly, knowing exactly what Strahm’s trying to achieve. “Look at it this way—do you actually have anything better to be doing?

The younger agent growls under his breath but doesn’t answer. They both know what the response to that is; Federal Bureau of Investigation, the big shots in finding, solving and judging business my ass. What’s the point of hiring this many people, anyway, if half of them spend one hundred per cent of their working hours still trying to solve letters from Zodiac, while the rest keeps getting called to regular homicides whenever the local PD appears short-staffed?

Concerningly, he isn’t sure whether he’s glad or disappointed that Jigsaw is not involved this time.

Strahm huffs and is about to share some of his complaints with his superior (a decision that—career-wise—would probably come back to bite him in the ass) but as his mouth falls open, a sergeant appears by his side out of nowhere.

“Sorry for the wait.” The guy can’t be more than in his late twenties. And he clearly hasn’t been working in this industry for long, considering the disturbed glances he can’t help but throw in the direction of a corpse lying just a few feet away from them. “The lead detective is on his way. He should be arriving any minute now.”

Erickson thanks the sergeant for the information. The young one appears relieved being able to go back outside and spend the rest of his workday without the unnecessary company of dead people.

“They sure like to keep us hanging around,” Strahm grumbles, making yet another loop while walking. I mean, hey, it’s not like he’s stomping over any important evidence—the forensics had finished here a good while ago and would have already left a good while ago if it wasn’t for the requirement to confirm that the body may be taken to the coroner’s now.

The older agent bestows his companion with an unimpressed glance. “You know, recently I read this interesting article on attention deficit and hyperactivity—”

“Don’t.”

Erickson watches him pace a bit more. “No, but seriously, maybe you actually should—”

“One more word and I’m sending in a resignation letter.”

The older agent raises his hands in a mock surrender. Just then, his attention suddenly switches to the figure behind Strahm, approaching rather quickly. He smiles, recognising the newcomer.

“Good morning, Detective Hoffman,” he greets, as he watches the younger man balance a tray with three cups of coffee in his left hand, only to extend the right one for the agent to shake.

“Special Agent Erickson,” Hoffman nods at him. “Nice to see you again.” There’s a polite smile playing on his lips too. He looks around, merely acknowledging Strahm who’s currently preoccupied with staring daggers at him. “No Perez today?” he asks casually.

Erickson shakes his head. “Unfortunately, no.”

The man pauses briefly to thank the younger as the latter hands him the coffee. He takes a grateful sip, as he observes Hoffman repeat the action towards Strahm as well. He could’ve sworn there’s another object being dropped into his subordinate’s palms.

“Her girlfriend fell ill. It’s pretty serious so I let Agent Perez have a few days off to take care of her.”

“Good call,” the detective comments shortly.

Erickson’s finally about to divert his attention to the matter at hand; the crime scene that apparently has turned into a spot of police social gatherings in the span of the few past hours. But the intention dies before it can even really be born.

Strahm, who’s been mostly quiet ever since the lead detective showed up, continues to stare at his hands, right where the objects have been planted by Hoffman only mere minutes ago. The older agent finally notices the small thing that’s previously stolen his focus.

“Is this my debit card?” Strahm questions suddenly, his voice strained with something Erickson can’t really place.

As soon as the quarry hits the air, Hoffman’s expression shifts from casual to teasing and borderline innocent.

“I didn’t want to wake you and it was lying out in the open,” the detective argues, smirking.

The next thing that reaches Erickson’s ears is strong insults and curses, ones that even as a middle-aged married man he would prefer not to repeat (he definitely hears something about bastards, sadists and thieves). He tunes them out pretty quickly, however, as a sudden realisation dawns on him. All these fights he’s witnessed and the lingering tension between these two… It couldn’t be, could it?

Ah, why not risk it?

He turns back to them, interrupting just as Strahm is about to throw something arguably heavy in Hoffman’s direction.

“Are you two—” He points at one of them, then the other, trying hard to make sense of whatever’s happening and completely forgetting that they’re all at work, needing to establish facts on the homicide they’ve been called to deal with. “I mean, are you—”

“With all due respect, sir,” Strahm hisses, effectively cutting him off and putting an end to his superior's sprinting thoughts. “Just shut it.”

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