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Five Times John and Sherlock Ended up in Bed Together (and the One Time They Didn't Get That Far) by ureshiiichigo
By Organization for Transformative Works

In the five times…. +1 style. John and Sherlock sleep together many times before they actually have sex.

The first time it happened was after a case.

Word Count: 6,650
Chapters: 1/1
Status: Complete
Series: No
Category: M/M
Age Rating: Mature
Warnings: First Kiss; Nightmares; Wet Dream; Oral Sex
Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Reviewed by Meekus

I’m here (barely)!  I’m alive (barely)! 

Despite this newest fic-rec being a short read, I like what seemed to be a slow build up to end (quite literally *snickers to self*).  The story’s told from John’s perspective - sweet, loveable, emotionally-constipated John Watson.  Sherlock’s feelings are overt to everyone but him, and it’s a treat to see John not only handle John’s own feelings, but also come to realize Sherlock’s.  The story is rife with lovely moments from John watching Sherlock’s sleeping form to Sherlock’s concern over John’s mental well-being. Five Times… is a wonderful combination of serious, sweet, and funny, and I had a bit of a laugh to myself when I read this particular moment:

Once Sherlock was down to his pants, John grabbed a towel from the bathroom and dried him off.

“You want to change those yourself?” John gestured.

Sherlock just pulled off his pants in front of John and tossed them on the floor.

“Okay. Not really what I meant, but that’s fine.”

I mean, just imagine all the possible facial expressions Martin Freeman could convey at this particular moment.  

Originally posted by notmydate

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More Things Than Are Dreamt Of Series by 1electricpirate

Sometimes, only sometimes, when Sherlock is very far away and absolutely guaranteed not to return for at least three hours, John sits on the sofa and lets the tea make itself.

Oh man, this series. A must read for any potterlock or magic au fan. John is a wizard and Sherlock is his normal overly inquisitive muggle self. But the real magic in these stories is 1electricpirate’s delectable use of language. Just gorgeous and atmospheric.

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Sherlock Fanfiction Reading Group Relaunch!

I’m happy to announce that we’ve just relaunched the reading221b community on LJ, which is meant to provide a safe place to discuss Sherlock fanfiction.  It’s entirely driven by the membership - we’ll read fics that members nominate and vote on - and we’re accepting nominations in various categories of fic now for Round 1, which will begin in September.  Come on over!  It should be lots of fun (and very low-key). 

Come join us!

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Round 4 Nominations are Now Open!
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Reading221b is an LJ community open to all for the discussion of BBC Sherlock fanfiction.  

We’ve opened nominations for Round 4 in the following categories:

Kidlock/Parentlock

Crossover/Fusion

Remix

Greg Lestrade

OT3

Come by and let us know which fics you’d like to read and discuss next!  It’s gonna be a great round!

Breathe Me

‘Breathe Me’- Sia

Fandom: Sherlock
Rating: Hmm, Teen+?
Warning/s: Really rather sad (but happy ending!)
Pairing/s: Sherlock x Reader, John Watson/Mary Watson

Summary: Sherlock and you have been married for little over a year and after so long of trying, you finally have the baby girl you’ve so long wished for. But everything inside you crumbles when you find her, still and unbreathing on one traumatic morning.

Words: 840

 

Your husband, Sherlock, and you were finally parents. After a long and arduous pregnancy- one that the two of you had waited so long for- you gave birth to a beautiful baby girl.

Hope.

It had been your mother’s name and it would be your daughter’s name. Because when she came into the world to you and the famed detective, that’s exactly what she was. To the both of you, she was a glimmering ray of hope in the shadowy world of your dangerous lives.

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The Other Alpha - azriona - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]

Sherlock Holmes was bonded to an Alpha long before John Watson ever met him.  Shame, really. 

R, Johnlock, Omegaverse, Omega Sherlock, Alpha John.  A retelling of ASiB.  My 

My Winterlock fic for forsciencejohn.  Meg, I hope you like it!

Alternate link to LJ (where b/c of length, it’s in two parts).

John Watson: MB, Junior Doctor, Glorified Paper-monkey, Everybody's B*tch

Anon asked:

I’m writing a fanfic about John’s life before he met Sherlock. I’m currently stuck on the bit after John’s graduated. What would he be doing when he’s newly qualified? My only knowledge about internships is from Grey’s Anatomy!

In the UK we don’t have internships. When John graduated from university, he would be a fully qualified doctor. His first post would be as a house officer (today they are called FY1s). 

A short meta on what John (and Mike Stamford) would have been doing as junior doctors. 

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Rescued (2066 words) by moonblossom [AO3]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson
Additional Tags: Mild Hurt/Comfort, Pre-Slash, Anxiety, Fluff, Awkwardness
Series: Part 18 of Prompt Fills, Remixes, Works inspired by others
Summary: Sherlock sets out to rescue John. But in the end it’s John who rescues Sherlock.

Inspired by this lovely post by martinfreeman:
john getting kidnapped and sherlock bursting through the door to rescue him and trying to untie him and but his hands are shaking too badly while john is perfectly calm and ends up soothing sherlock and promising him that everything’s fine while he’s still tied to a chair

'You've Got A Team Now" A Warstan/Sherlolly Short

PLEASE FORGIVE ANY SPELLING/GRAMMATICAL ERRORS. JUST DID A FEW READ THROUGHS.

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The crime scene was well lit by a lone street light at the dead end of an alley where some teenagers would frequently play basketball. The kids had found the body, zipped in a body bag and wrapped up in burlap, just off the road, buried in leaves off the embankment where it was hidden from view.
Four of them approached the spotlight, including Sherlock Holmes and an exasperated John Watson. Seeing the men, Greg Lestrade quickly waved them over, with a curious look on his face.
“You’ve got a whole team, now?” The government employee chuckled at the consultant.
“It would appear that way.” Sherlock brushed off the comment and proceeded to examine the corpse.

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“Ready John?” You heard the all too familiar sound of Sherlock’s voice when he was just about ready to go solve a case.

“Let me get my coat.” Watson replied jumping from his seat. You were in the bedroom folding laundry when you heard the pair scurrying around. Grabbing your boyfriend’s scarf, you quickly walked into the living area and caught Sherlock just as he was about to fly out the door.

“It’s going to be colder than usual.” You smiled, wrapping the fabric around his neck and tucking it in his coat.

“Thank you.” He replied blandly. You stared at him a few seconds longer in hopes he would give you a quick kiss; but instead he bolted out the door following John. You were used to this, Sherlock not showing affection, but it got to you every time. Everyone had warned you that his world moved to fast, but you ignored their remarks and took a chance on the detective. Perhaps you should have listened to them because now you were much lonelier than before.


“You’ve been awfully quiet.” Sherlock spoke as the two of you sat at the table eating take out.

“Hmm.”

“Is… something the matter?” He asked while checking his laptop. At that point you had enough. You slammed the computer lid down on his fingers, grabbing his attention.

“You’re the detective, deduce me Sherlock… Is there something wrong with me?” For the first time since you’ve known him, you saw how much he was dumbfounded. This was– You were something he couldn’t escape to his mind palace to for help. Staring on in uncertainty, he remained quiet.

“Well Sherlock?” You raised your eyebrows awaiting his response.

“I– you’re,” He shifted in his seat unable to look directly at you.

“Let me help you out. I’m mad, upset, confused, worried. I feel more alone than before. I have a wonderful smart man by my side, but he’s never actually with me. If you never wanted a relationship, you should have just said so…”

“That’s not the case Y/N. I care for you deeply.”

“It doesn’t feel that way.” You shook your head at Sherlock trying to keep your tears back. Just then his phone rang and you let out a sigh when he answered it.

“I’ll be right there.” He said to whoever was on the other end. He stood up and looked at you.

“Just go—we will talk another time.” You gave him small smile knowing if things were left on the wrong foot; it would distract him while he was trying to work. Holmes gave the top of your head a kiss and walked out, leaving you alone once again. You looked around the kitchen and realized how much groceries were desperately needed. You got your stuff together and left 221b to the nearest market. It didn’t take long before you had already paid the cabbie driver and were walking around the aisles of fruits.

“Excuse me ma'am? Did you hear me?” A voice spoke, bringing you back to reality.

“I’m sorry! I must have zoned out just then.”

“You’re fine.” He laughed. “Mind if I ask what you’re daydreaming about?”

“Lots of things.” You smiled while pushing the basket up a few inches to allow the man to grab some apples that you were in front of.

“That’s good, I suppose.” He replied before taking a bite out of one.

“I would think so– Oh, are you aloud to do that?” The volume of your voice quickly changing from normal to a whisper. You watched as he chewed the fruit then covered his mouth when he started laughing.

“Probably not, but who cares! Live life on the edge, I always say.”

“Eating an apple you haven’t paid for is living life on the edge?” You asked through your laugh.

“As of right now.” He answered smiling at you. “The names’ James and you are?”

“Y/N– Y/N Y/L/N.” You grabbed the hand he had held out in front of you, to shake it, but he brought it to his lips and kissed it softly.

“How about you become my ‘on the edge moment’ for today, and go out with me for dinner.”

“Ohh– I don’t think so.” You answered, withdrawing your hand.

“Do you have someone?” James asked while straightening his tux jacket.

“Yes, I do.”

“Where is he?”

“Working.” You answered, raising an eyebrow.

“Then he won’t mind if we go out to lunch then.” He flashed a smile and you found it hard to say no. It had been weeks since you went out. So despite the feeling you had telling you to go home, you agreed. You finished up your shopping, which James stayed around and paid for. He had even driven you home and helped bring the groceries up and put them away. This man was different than Sherlock and that’s probably why you fought against your thoughts; which were telling you that you liked this man very much.

“Let me just clean up a bit, I hadn’t planned on going anywhere but to the market.”

“Take all the time you need love.” James answered with a smile while sitting down on Sherlock’s chair.

You quickly dolled yourself up and walked out. The minute you did James stood up and admired you. His arm went up and you walked over to him before placing your hands around it.

“To lunch we go.” He turned his head to look at you once more, making you blush.

“To lunch we go.” You repeated with a playful smile. The both of you walked downstairs and were met with a limo sitting just outside the door.

“I hope you don’t mind, I made a slight change of transportation.”

“Slight?” You laughed. He nodded and opened the door to the vehicle.

“Lady’s first.” You got inside and he as well. “Driver– to the Grand Montino, please.”

“Yes, sir.” He responded.

“The Montino? That place is– well it’s magnificent, so I’ve heard!” James looked at you with a grin and laughed slightly.

“I only do the best. I’d take this will be your first time?”

“Yes– I never even imagined I would be going there.”

“Well there’s a first for everything.”

Lunch with James was lovely, to say the least. The both of you talked well until dinner time about everything and anything. There was so much in common between the two of you and although you knew it wasn’t the right thing, you wanted to spend more time with this man. Leaving the restaurant, he gave you his coat to stay warm and as you guys waited for the limo, he wrapped his arm around your waist. It was shocking at first, but you just looked at him and smiled. The ride back to your home was filled with laughter and even more talking. You hated to think this; but a once stranger, you had just met today, had spent more time with you than your own boyfriend. You were torn and unsure of what to do.

“Ahhh, here we are.” James said, before opening the back door and helping you out.

“It would seem so. I had a wonderful time– thank you so much.” You removed his jacket and helped him put it back on.

“Perhaps we can make more memories another time?”

“Perhaps.” You smiled looking to the ground. He lifted your head back up to look at him and waited a few seconds before leaning in to kiss you. You snapped back from cloud nine and turned your head to the side, bringing James to a halt.

“Another time.” He pulled back smiling. You nodded unsure of what else to say.

“Goodnight, beautiful.”

“Night.” You walked up the stairs and entered the flat, shutting the door behind you. You leaned back against the wall and let out a deep breath. Making your way up the stairs you couldn’t help but feel an immense amount of guilt for even allowing James to get as far as he did. That was until you opened the door to a dark flat and realized Sherlock hadn’t made it home tonight… again.

— 2 weeks later –  

“We’re you going?” Sherlock asked walking past you.

“Not sure. Maybe walk around the city. Visit the Buckingham Palace.”

“Boring…” He replied childishly.

“Well then be glad you don’t have to go.” You said turning around to face him.

“I am- I am. Be careful Y/N, Moriaty could be anywhere.”

“I’m sure he doesn’t even know who I am, plus I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“I already said I wouldn’t get you involved in my work.” Sherlock answered knowing where you were going with the conversation.

“Right– so watch out for a man that I have no clue about what they look like, gotcha!”

“Don’t be like that, I’m trying to help.”

“Then let me in… Let me be your John Watson for the day! I would love to solve mysteries with you Mr. Holmes.”

“Mr. Holmes is my father.” He said raising an eyebrow.

“And,” You smiled and let out a small laugh, “So what do you say– can I?” You waited anxiously for Sherlock to answer.

“It’s too dangerous Y/N… No.” After a few minutes of silence, from each of you getting ready for the day, you realized maybe it was time.

“Sherlock I think we need to have a talk…”

“About what?” He asked unable to process where you were going with the conversation.

“Us.”

“When I get back possibly.” With that, he gave you a half smile and left the flat to meet with John and Detective Lestrade. As if on cue, your phone went off.

Meet me at the eye?

It brought a smile to your face after Sherlock let you down. Thus, you agreed and started what you had never planned to do; see James in secrecy.

-3 months later-

“I’m glad you could make time to see me, brother.” Mycroft greeted, as soon as Sherlock walked into his office.

“I almost didn’t, but Y/N insisted I did.” The detective answered.

“Ahh– the reason I brought you here.”

“Y/N? Why?” Instead of answering, the older Holmes brother grabbed a file from his desk and threw it across from him.

“What the bloody hell is this.” Sherlock asked, picking it up from the table.

“Open it first– then ask questions.” The younger brother undid the tie that held the file together and saw pictures of you and James Moriaty. A look spread on his face, one of which his own brother couldn’t decipher.

“Someone could have easily forged these to mess with my head.”

“Are you really that stupid! This woman is deceiving you brother! She is seeing the enemy behind your back! You should have listened—” Sherlock grabbed his brother by his tie and pulled him over the desk.

“Shut up! You hear me!”

“Oh, she really has you wrapped around her finger. The evidence is right here. She’s with him; she’s with Moriaty!”

“It’s not true.” Sherlock uttered before releasing his brother and leaving to wait for you at home.


He waited in the dark for you and his eyes never left the entrance. As much as he didn’t want to believe his brother, he couldn’t help it if his mind began to overthink. Just then the door handle turned and in walked you and James.

“Are you sure he isn’t here?” James asked as you set your purse down on the couch.

“He never is.” You frowned as you flipped the light switch on.

“I am now.” Sherlock spoke, freezing you in your tracks. “Tell me Y/N; of all the people to be unfaithful with, why did you choose Moriaty.”

“What?” You asked honestly confused.

“Oh don’t act stupid. I’ve caught you, in the act! He’s literally right there behind you.”

“Sherlock, this is James Henry.” You answered, unsure as to why he would assume such a thing.

“Actually,” James spoke, “I am who your boyfriend says I am.” You turned around and were met with a sinister smile. “Surprise!” He yelled quietly while waving his hands around in the air.

“You—you lied to me?”

“Naturally, love… I do it to everyone, don’t take it personally.”

“Don’t take it personally,” You yelled in disbelief,  “I-I-I told you things.”

“I never asked you to,” He laughed, “But now, to me, you’re completely vulnerable.”

“You utter pompous ass!” Sherlock growled and took a few steps closer to Moriarty.

“Uh-Uh!” He responded just before a red dot was visible on your forehead. “Did you really think that I wouldn’t come here prepared?” The detective gulped, grabbing your attention.

“What Sherlock,” You asked before realizing,” There’s a sniper on me isn’t there?”

“Yes.” He answered staring at you in worry, making you fearful of whatever was to happen.

“I was just a game for you, wasn’t I?” You turned around to face Moriaty, becoming angry.

“I would say no, but I would be lying.” He smirked.

“So, what was the point to all of this? Hmm?”

“Well, it first started with me keeping a very close eye on you. Every time Sherlock left, I watched how sad you became; how you’d wait well into the morning for your detective, but finally give up and cry yourself to sleep. Did you know she did that Sherlock?” He asked looking over to him. Instead of replying he just looked at you, sorrow in his eyes. Moriaty noticed and stepped in front of you, so you couldn’t see him.

“Then I thought; why not make it a game to take something from my dear friend here. I watched and watched, until I thought the time was right and boy was it! You were so eager—so desperate for someone to love you; you practically jumped in my arms.”

“You liar…” You shook your head.

“Takes one to know one, love.” Just then Moriaty grabbed your waist and dipped you. He smiled at Sherlock before placing his mouth on yours. “Lips of an angel!” He shouted before lifting you up and pushing you towards the detective.

“Know who’s around you Sherlock, because you never know if they are working for me.”

“That is what this is all about? Knowing who I let into my life?”

“Precisely, Sherlock, precisely.” He sneered and snapped his fingers before leaving the flat. The red dot on your forehead disappeared and Holmes let out a deep breath before pulling you into his arms.

“I’m sorry—so sorry.” He whispered against your head.

“Why are you apologizing? I should be, not you.”

“I tried so hard to keep you out of the line of fire, that I put you right into it. I’m sorry Y/N.” He squeezed tighter and you couldn’t help but let the tears fall from your eyes. Later that night as Sherlock lay asleep in his bed, you wrote a goodbye letter. He had forgiven you for what happened, but you had told Moriaty too much. As long as you stayed around, everyone you held dear would be in danger. Placing the note where you knew Sherlock would find it, you took in your last look of the flat and left.

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Round Two Nominations Open at Reading221b

Nominations for Round Two are Open at Reading221B!  

Now’s the time to nominate your favorite fics in the following categories:

Hidden Gems (under 1K hits on AO3)
PWP/Sex-Focused
ACD
Mystrade
Rare Pair (not Johnlock or Mystrade)
Short AUs (under 15K)
Short Casefics (under 20K)

We’ll read one fic from each category between mid-November and mid-December.

Lots of great fics nominated already - please feel free to add to the list!

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Imagine: Disappearing from the flat one day. Sherlock wakes up to find you gone, and is instantly confused, as you like to sleep in and snuggle. 

He can’t find you anywhere. 

You, however, have a plan. You leave a set of clues for him to find you, and place yourself in a park bench - the exact spot in which Sherlock had met you. You wanted to ask him to marry you, as he would never do it himself. 

Sherlock, of course, found the clues and analyzed them correctly in a matter of hours. 

When he found you, he was confused and upset. He gave you a hug, relieved that you were okay.

You asked him to marry you in a long, mostly unintelligible speech, and he said yes. 

As long as John could be his best man, of course.


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Back Massage

Summary: Y/N is taking a bath for her aching back and Sherlock offers to relieve some of the pain.

Word Count: 720

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

I sat in the small bathtub as water poured out of the faucet, creating a thundering roar that echoed i my ears. The overwhelming scent of lavender permeated the air but it barely passed the barrier of my stuffed nose. A burning sensation that had been inhabiting my stomach all morning turned into a horrid pain that sent a cry out of my mouth. Just as I placed another dark chocolate kiss that John had given me into my mouth, the bathroom door opened and closed. 

“John? Is that you?”

“No, it’s Sherlock.”

“Sherlock what are you doing in here?” Even though the curtain was closed, that didn’t stop the unforgiving blood that rushed to my cheeks and the tips of my ears. 

“John confiscated my gun and my violin, so I’m bored.”

“What about your skull?”

“He confiscated that too.”

“Why is John confiscating all of your stuff?”

“Well evidently Mrs. Hudson doesn’t appreciate the holes in the wall,”

“I wonder why…”

“and evidently John finds my constant strumming annoying,”

“Evidently.”

“and evidently talking to a skull in your free time freaks out the neighbors-”

“It freaks me out too.”

“-so he took that and hid it.”

I sighed and sunk into the scolding water some more in hopes to ease the pain in my lower abdomen. I had been laying in the water for over an hour and most of the bubbles had died down and my skin began to resemble the exterior of a raisin. A stabbing sensation traveled down my spine and a gasp of pain erupted from my lips. 

“Y/N? Are you OK? What’s wrong?”

“Just some back pains, no big deal.” But it was a big deal, it felt as though someone was shoving a rusty spoon into my back.

“Would you like a back massage?” The sudden offer startled me and I began to choke on my own saliva.

“Sherlock?”

“Yes?”

“I’m naked.” Sherlock was brilliant, but sometimes he could be a bit daft. I just hoped he didn’t think I was trying to insinuate anything. 

“Yes. And under these clothes, I am as well. So I’ll ask again. Do you want a back massage.”

“No Sherlock, I’m fine.”

The situation would have been funny any other time, but the pain was unbearable. I couldn’t even convince myself that I was OK, so I knew that I couldn’t convince Sherlock Holmes, but he must have sensed my irritation because he left the matter alone. My eyes settled on a small patch of bubbles that had not yet deteriorated as we were left in a peaceful silence. It didn’t last too long, however, because as I was watching the bubbles pop one by one, a hand reached past the curtain and dipped itself into the water by my feet, brushing against my heel int he process. 

“Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?”

“What temperature do you have that water at?”

“Oh hold on, just let me pull out my thermometer from my pocket.” I rolled my eyes and silently applauded myself for my sarcastically sassy comeback. 

“The water is way too hot. Are you trying to boil yourself like a lobster?”

“It’s comforting, Sherlock. It helps my backache.”

“I offered to give you a back massage, that wouldn’t burn your skin off.”

“Sherlock-”

I heard a huff of annoyance and thought that he had decided to leave but instead I heard the curtains being ripped open. A squeal of surprise and horror escaped my lips as Sherlock gently turned me around by my shoulders so that my back was facing him and began to run small circles into my aching skin. 

“S-S-Sherlock, couldn’t this have waited until I got out of the shower and- oh I don’t know- put some clothes on? I was almost certain that my cheeks were as red as my submerged skin, but this wasn’t because of the scolding water

“Oh please, you weren’t planning on getting out anytime soon and I was getting tired of your complaining.” I could hear the slight wavering in his voice as his fingers slipped on the side of my wet skin right under my shoulder blade. My breath caught in my throat when his fingers got dangerously close to my breast but he quickly recovered and moved them back to the middle of my back 

“There you go, all better.” His voice was soft and I could feel the vigorous heat that emitted from my face.

“Thank you Sherlock.”

“Anytime Y/N”

Week #5 - Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction

My second sickfic on the list and I’m only on week five. You can take it as you will but if you haven’t read Electric Pink Hand Grenade yet, then you, my friend, are missing out.

The basic plot is that Sherlock has a migraine. But like everything else about Sherlock Holmes, nothing is ever simple. It is completely debilitating leading him to speak different languages without realizing it, see people as colors, taste smells, become extremely sensitive to noise, light, touch and pretty much anything. John, being John - caring, dedicated and a doctor - takes care of him through it all. And whilst taking care of him, realizes a pull of something stronger growing between them as well.

It really is a fantastic story and one of the best. BeautifulFiction is one of my favorite fanfic authors and is so pleasant (she always emails when I post a comment). I am sure you will see more of her stuff as the year moves on but this is definitely a great place to start with her.

Here’s the link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/442317?view_full_work=true.

Now get off tumblr and go check this story out. :-)