a study in 221b

Can you imagine

the first night John slept in 221b… John climbing the stairs to his new bedroom, flopping on his back. Looking at the ceiling, piecing together the events of the last few days. A slow smile spreading on his face.
In the bedroom just below, a mirror image, only this one with a lanky detective instead of a short doctor.

1884


Summary: It’s the year 1884 and Sherlock asks you to attent a ball with him to solve a case. At the very beginning, you don’t get his attention (though you didn’t want to either) but as the night draggs on, Sherlock seems to change his mind.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warning: Mild cursing

Word count: 3.962 (Oh, my!)

A/N: It was supposed to be a short one-shot, but then some ideas crossed my mind and I couldn’t resist it. I had to do research and god, it was pretty hard to find the small details that made this one-shot amazing.

*not my gif


1884

-So…what do you think? – she asked as her friend got stunned.

-Oh, God! – she exclaimed and put both hands on her cheeks.

-What?! It doesn’t suits me, does it? – her friend scanned her up and down.

-You just…oh, my God! – she said as she jumped and clapped her hands.

-Mary!

-Oh, yes… sorry. - she calmed down and got closer to help Y/N with the dress.

-I don’t even know why I’m attending this ball. – she rolled her eyes.

-Stop complaining. These kind of occasions are unique. They are just…marvellous.

-You’re joking, aren’t you?

-Oh, shut up! Just look at you! – she smiled excitedly. – He’s a lucky man.

-Oh, please stop it. He only wants my help. That’s all. – she stated.

-That’s what you think. Look at us. John and I met in a ball and guess what…we’re married.

-Oh, yes. I just remind you that Sherlock Holmes is married to his work.

-Oh, yes. Sorry! – she said sarcastically as she shut her eyes and shook her head.

-And I should remind you that we met walking down the street.

-Baker Street. Sounds familiar, doesn’t it? – she chuckled.

-I was on my way to a friend’s house!

-Yeah, and he accidentally bumped into you. Don’t you know anything about men?

-Of course I do but he is…he’s peculiar.

-You should get to know him better. That’s all.

-‘Love is a disadvantage.’ – she quoted him.

-Stop it. It’s going to be fun! – Y/N smirked – Do you have any idea how lucky you are?

-No, not this time.  – she shook her head and sat down on a chair to let Mary put some make-up on her.

-He’s one of the most important people in whole Great Britain and you are not even aware about it.

-I am but he just asked me for help and that’s what I’m going to do. Help. Anything else. After all-

-After all you both find each other interesting otherwise a man like he wouldn’t ask you for ‘help’.

-For the last time, Mary, I’m only going to help him. – she stated.

-Ok, ok. Fine. Just stop moving I’m trying to put some lipstick on your lips! – she asked and her friend looked at her with a ‘I’m not dating Sherlock Holmes’ look.

Mary almost finished helping her friend as John entered the room. His eyes widened and he smiled.

-Wow! – they both turned around to look at him.

-John, dear. – Mary greeted her husband. – What are you doing here?

-Well…umm…a friend of mine wanted to know if she was ready. And I think you are more than ready.

-Yeah; isn’t she?

-She looks stunning! He’s lucky without a doubt. – he smiled.

-Oh, could you two stop it?! I’m not dating him and I know he is not interested in women.

-And what if he changes his mind, dear? – Mary asked.

-Then…then…then I’ll tell him I am not interested.

-Oh, no. – John shook his head and got closer to her - Listen, Y/N, if he changes his mind you should better feel lucky. I know he might be a stupid dickhead but you should know he is a-

-John? – a deep voice was heard coming from the hall.

-What is he doing here?! – she exclaimed while panicking. – We were supposed to meet there.

-Well, I’m sorry. I had to bring him with me.

-Why?! – Y/N yelled at him.

-John?! – he shouted impatiently.

-Oh, God. – he rolled his eyes – Ok, I’m going to give you two minutes to get out of the room and if you don’t, I’ll let him come in. – he stated and got out of the room.

-Is she ok? – he asked to his friend preoccupied.

-Of course she is, just give her a minute.

-For goodness’ sake, we don’t have time. – he protested and started pacing around the hall.

-Listen, Sherlock; she’s a lady not a detective or a spy. Give her time. You should be thankful that she’s going to help you. Now, behave like a bloody gentleman!

-I am a gentleman. – he stood up firmly. – You should know-

Suddenly, Y/N got out of the room and got the gentlemen’s attention. They were both astonished. Her cheeks blushed but she decided to break the silence.

-Good evening. – she said.

-Good…evening. – he said but then cleaned his throat. – I think that…that…

-Sherlock. – Watson gave him a prod in the ribs.

-Oh, yes. I think we should go. – he glanced at his watch – Oh, we are going to be late. – she got  paralyzed – Is everything ok? – she nodded at last and followed him.

He put on his coat and so did she. He glanced at her and she noticed it but tried to look away. Both of them felt uncomfortable, still, they knew they had to do what they both agreed to do two days ago.

-Have fun! See you tomorrow! - Mary said to Sherlock and then took Y/N from her arm. - Give him a chance. Good luck. - she murmured and smiled warmly.

-Ladies first. – he gestured with his hands and before he closed the door he glanced at John worriedly. Sherlock could see that he was muttering but he could not understand him. John looked at Y/N and then turned his gaze back to Sherlock.

-Behave yourself!

-Oh, God. - he rolled his eyes.

Once the door was shut Mary and John exchanged glances. John cleared his throat and Mary burst out laughing.

-They are adorable. – she said.

-Adorable? – he looked at her chuckling.

-I bet they are going to be a beautiful couple.

-Couple? Sorry, have you just said couple? – he laughed and turned his gaze away for a second. – Sherlock Holmes dating? You must be joking.

-Oh, John Hamish Watson. – she looked at him playfully – Do you want to bet?

Meanwhile outside, the detective and Y/N were waiting for a horse-drawn carriage. They didn’t say a word and it was getting a little bit annoying. It was about to snow so Y/N looked to the sky.

-Fascinating. – she finally said.

-Sorry? – he asked and looked at her confusedly.

-The snow. Haven’t you ever thought it is wonderful?

-Yes, I have. – he said softly as he looked at his feet.

-You look worried. Is everything ok? Did I miss something?

-No…I’m not worried, I’m just…thinking. – he said.

-Are you sure? If you don’t want to attend the ball we can have some tea inside. It doesn’t bother me.

-No, it’s ok. – she looked at him concernedly, he lifted his gaze and looked at her.

-Sherlock?

-Yes?

-Why did you invite me to the ball? – she tried to make eye-contact but he ignored her.

-I told you that I needed some help, didn’t I?

-Yes, but why?

-Because I really need it. – he finally looked at her.

They could see a carriage coming and when it’d stopped the both got in. Sherlock gave the address to the driver

Y/N observed Sherlock. His hair was swept upwards from his face and worn high over his forehead. He was wearing a dark tail coat, trousers with a dark waistcoat and a sophisticated top hat. She could say he knew how to dress for this kind of occasions.

-You said that you need my help. – he nodded. – Now, why would you need it?

-I need you because you’re the smartest woman that I ever met and I’ve got a relevant task for you.

-Me? Smart? Are you serious, Sherlock? You’re definitely wrong. I’m not smart at all.

-Never underestimate your knowledge otherwise they will piss you off. – he paused – Also, I must confess that I find your intelligence quite interesting.

-You’re insane. – she said as she looked out of the window.

-I thought you already knew – they both giggled at the same time.

-No, seriously, what do you need me to do? – she turned her gaze at him.

-Have you ever heard I solve cases, haven’t you?

-It’s fairly obvious.

-Well…I have a case for us. – he said seriously.

-What?! – she exclaimed but the detective shut her up - Sherlock, does John know about this? – she whispered.

-Of course, he doesn’t. – he replied. – That’s why they thought we were going on a date. – she chuckled. – They are always cheering me up, it’s getting…irritating.

-Oh, come on. We have a case to solve. You should be happy! – he glanced at her with a small smile on his face.

-Yes, we do. – he said excitedly looking through the window.



A few minutes later, they arrived at a big mansion with an outstanding Victorian architecture. She observed detail by detail of it as he glanced at her. He could read her.

She was wearing a delicate embroidered organza gown that shined as gold. Excited but not that much. She was a little bit nervous apparently. Had no idea what she was going to face in a moment.  She wasn’t wearing much make-up. Nails recently cut. She had a new hairstyle; someone arranged it. Mary, probably. Cologne: an expensive one.

He shook his head trying to get back to the ‘reality’. He focused on the case again and cleaned his throat in order to get her attention. She turned her gaze up to him.

-Ready? – he asked.

-I guess so. – she said as he grabbed her arm and started walking towards the main gate.

-I just want you to know that I’m not good at this. – he stated and she looked at him confusedly – I mean… – he rolled his eyes – balls.

-Oh. But you’ve said it is for a case. – she looked around and whispered.

-Oh…yes, I have. Sorry.

-It’s ok as long as you calm yourself down. You look nervous.

-Oh, shut up.

-Sorry? – she looked at him but then noticed they were entering the main hall. – Sherlock? – she whispered.

-Yes? - he replied gently.

-Where are we?

-Governor’s house. – he answered. – Don’t ask why, just keep pretending you’re my date.

-We are not dating. – she scoffed.

-Of course we are not. Why would I date you? - he said and realized that he hurt her. – I’m sorry, forgive me.

-Alright. – she muttered and turned her gaze away - Now where were we?

-Pretending. Look, I know you’re not familiarized with this kind of stuff but I need you to help me tonight.

-Right, just keep me informed.

-Great.

Inside the main hall

-Sherlock?- she asked as she observed the people dancing.

-Yes? - he replied glancing quickly over his shoulder at her.

-What’s the plan? - she kept watching the dancers.

-Ehmm… - turned his gaze at a man dancing with a lady. - I’m afraid that I really don’t have a plan. - their eyes finally met.

-How can you not have a plan? - she asked worried.

-Well, as you know, I have no idea how this works so I thought you could help me. That’s why I wanted you to come with me, actually.

-Sherlock Holmes, are you afraid?

-I would not say afraid. - he added

-Sherlock, we’re talking about a criminal and you are afraid?!

-Shhh… - he whispered - you mention her again and you’ll probably be dead.

-God, tell me who are we looking for.

-A murderer. - he murmured - A woman, a poisoner.

-Oh, my God. Do you think the punch is poisoned?

-It could be. I’m not certain about it…- she frowned and stared at him - yet. - he added.

-So, what now? - she asked.

-Do you see anybody drinking? - he asked as he glanced at all the stairs.

-Oh, please. It’s a ball, everyone drinks. - she stated.

-Oh, yes. - he glanced at her, a ‘Really? Are you alright?‘ look on her face. - Well, ok. I think that’s time for dancing. - he offered his hand and she hesitated whether take it or not. - It’s alright, I don’t bite.

-It’s not you. I’m just concerned about all of us.

-Please; I know what I’m doing.

-Sherlock, people could die and you want to dance? - she whispered angrily.

-For your own sake! You’re coming with me. - he grabbed her from her hand and took her to the dance floor. - Now, teach me how to dance.

-This is absurd. - she protested as he put his hand on her waist.

She made an effort to stop him but he was stronger. She looked daggers at him. He raised an eyebrow.

-Not good?

-Deduce it. - she challenged him.

-I need you to teach me how to dance.

-You need me to help you with so many things, Holmes.

-Please, it’s for the case. I swear. - he stared at her which she found really uncomfortable.

-Right, but stop looking at me and focus on this. I’ll guide you; just follow me. It’s not that hard. - he added and glanced at her weirdly, then she noticed that he wanted to say something. - Ok, spill it out.

-The waltz is originally introduced as a ballroom dance with…a catchy rhythm, combined with the fact that the partners – in this case, us – are allowed to be so close to each other, made the waltz popular within other styles. The style of dancing made permissible by the waltz influenced several other dances and would be truly transformative on the world of ballroom dancing.

-Ok… - she looked at him astonishingly, shook her head and took a deep breath. - that was weird, Sherlock. Really weird.

-Well, I couldn’t resist it. - he looked at her.

-Stop looking at me, you bastard. - she scolded, he sighed and rolled his eyes.

-Right, so now what should I do? - he asked as he looked at his feet.

-You know how to play the violin, don’t you? - he nodded trying to show off - Oh, stop it.

-What? - he frowned.

-You’re doing it again. - she sighed.

-What? - he repeated.

-Showing off - she responded.

-Oh…- he realized - Sorry. Where were we?

-The violin, Sherlock, the violin. - he nodded - Do you play waltzes?

-Yes, why?

-You know the tempo, right? - she asked warmly.

-One, two, three…one, two - she was convinced that he already knew how to do it. - Oh

-So you know how to dance, don’t you? - she asked him.

-I beg you pardon. - he looked down. - I only want to polish my dancing.

-I know you do. You’ll do it fine. - a small smile appeared on Sherlock’s face.

-Could you help me? - he asked worried.

-Yes, of course. - she put her left hand on his shoulder gently and the right one on his hand. Y/N looked at him as she talked at him. - Put your other hand on my left shoulder blade. - he raised an eyebrow confused.

-I’m doing it. - he frowned.

-That’s my waist, Sherlock. - she giggled.

-Oh, sorry. - he obeyed and glared at her - Is this ok?

-Yes. Now, the tempo. - he took a deep breath and tried to dance - Come on, you’re an expert at this. You can do it! You’re even better than me.

-No, I’m not - he shook his head.

-Stop flirting, it doesn’t work. - he raised an eyebrow.

-I’m not flirting. I don’t even know how to do it.

-Then, congratulations! You’re doing it well. -she chuckled.

-Really? - he frowned.

-God, no. - she said sarcastically - Women will hate you.

-You’re a bad liar. - he stated

-I know. - she chuckled.

-Am I doing it well? - he asked

-Of course. - she said and he sighed in relief. - Now, give me the data.

-Miranda McSephire. Poisoner. Murderer, as well. Killed five children.

-Oh, God. - she whispered amazed.

-Yes. According to Lestrade she’s wealthy, brunette, with an average height - which makes her hard to find - and obviously she wants to kill the governor. Fairly obvious, don’t you think?

-Why would she want to kill the governor?

-Oh, good Lord. - he said as he glanced at her with a ‘Seriously? You must be joking’ look. He rolled his eyes and sighed. - The governor has the power to release all the prisoners of their cells if he’d want to. She has a brother in there, he’s also a murderer. He killed twelve people, anyway-

-Anyway?! - she whispered in his ear. - Sherlock, that’s terrible! How dare you to pretend it never happened?

-I didn’t even finished the sentence. - he shut his eyes and sighed. – Dear, Lord. She knows we are here. - he exclaimed when he saw a woman who quickly glanced at him.

-What?! - he released Y/N and looked her in the eyes. She could see that he was terrified. -What do we do now?

-Run. - he took her hand and started running quickly as he looked for a place to hide. He saw an empty hall, rushed up to it and quickly leaned against a wall. - Quick, come here! 

-Sherlock… – she said as she breathed heavily.

-Mm? – he asked as he was looking the crowd trying to find the criminal.

-Please tell me you have a plan. - she looked at him terrified but he didn’t said a word. His face was pale of horror. - Oh goodness’ sake! - she cried as she buried her face on her palms. The situation unnerved her.

-Hey, hey…- he reassured her as he put a hand on her chin and the other one on her right cheek in order to make her look at him in the eyes - Look at me, look at me - he said as she inhaled and exhaled deeply - Everything’s going to be okay. It’s going to be okay. Don’t panic. - he said calmly and she nodded - Stay here, I’ll be back here in a second.

-Sherlock! - she cried but he was already gone.

He was gone. He squeezed between the crowd and tried to be unnoticed. Sherlock could see her and the governor, as well. The criminal had a needle and a syringe in her hands so he deduced that it would kill him. 

She was clever, very clever. It took him months to know about her sibling and her physical appearance. The serial killer was hard to catch, even Watson didn’t have a second opinion when they’ve been talking about her. Lestrade kept Sherlock informed but it was not enough, he needed more. Then, Y/N turned up in his life. He often talked with her about his job. The consulting detective also started asking her for second opinions, which were really helpful and outstanding. He was amazed by her cleverness.

However, when it came to the case he was curious, excited but preoccupied about the people. Specially about Y/N, who accepted to help him without a doubt always, which he found very grateful and kind.

Sherlock had never liked the governor.  Anyway, his life was in danger and he had to save him whether he liked it or not.

The woman was getting closer and closer to the governor who was talking with an important, foreign businessman. Sherlock was doing his best to catch the serial killer but it seemed to be impossible. She was now a footstep behind the governor. Sherlock’s heart skipped a beat and suddenly he stopped running.

Surprisingly, someone knocked her down. He saw that the criminal fell down to the floor. He wondered who could have been the one that did it, then he realized it was not an ordinary woman. It was Y/N. He got shocked but ran towards her when he saw that she fell to the floor too. He could barely breath by then.

When he arrived he could see Y/N lying on the floor and the poisoner standing by her side. He took her from the collar of her gown.

-What have you done to her?! – he shouted to her with anger in his eyes.

-Mr. Holmes. Finally. – a maniac look appeared on her face.

-You better tell me what have you done to her or-

-Or what? – she laughed and he looked at her terrified as he released her abruptly . He knelt down by Y/N’s body and tried to wake her up.

-Wake up, please. – he glared at the serial killer – You…monster! – he shouted as she laughed maniacally. He turned his gaze to Y/N again – Come on, wake up. – he saw the governor rushing up – Get Dr. Watson! – he nodded and ordered his assistants to do it as Sherlock took her pulse, he was losing her -Y/N, please, open your eyes. Don’t leave us!

-Look at you, Mr. Holmes. Worried, terrified, concerned about your lover’s life. Brave, kind-hearted.. – she paused – capable of doing anything to save you. Love is disadvantage, didn’t you know that? – he turned around and frowned.

-What have you just said? – he asked confused.

-Love is a disadvantage, Mr-

-Oh, shut up, Mrs. McSephire. You’re arrested. – said Lestrade catching and cuffing her. –  You’ll never see the daylight again. But don’t worry your brother will be there for you. I bet he has missed you so much. – he scolded as he tilted his head to Sherlock.

-Sher…Sherlock – someone said with a broken voice behind him. They coughed. 

Sherlock turned around to face them. He was still kneeling. It was her.

-Y/N…dear lord. – he softly touched her cheek. – It’s alright. It’s alright, just look me in the eyes.

-Sherlock. – he said under her breath.

-Yes, it’s me. – he whispered reassuring her – Stay with me. Keep looking at me. – he added worried. – Get John Watson! – he shouted to the ones who were surrounding him. A woman nodded and ran away.

-Sh…Sherlock. – she whispered as her eyes were half opened and were about to close. She put her right hand on his, which was on her chest.

-No, no, no…don’t leave me. Don’t. Look at me. – he looked at her and then turned his gaze up with tears in his eyes. He shouldn’t have taken her with him that night. He shouldn’t asked her for help.

-Sherlock, please…ple-

-I’m here, I’m here. Don’ you – he said as his whole body heavily fell to the floor.


-Sherlock…Sherlock! – he heard someone shouting at him as they were shaking his body.

-Damn it. It seems someone was really tired. – a female voice said.

-But it’s five o’clock, he should be awake!

-Shit, Sherlock! Wake up, mate.


Suddenly his eyes got wide-open as he heavily inhaled. He looked around, he was back at 221b, Baker Street. Three people were surrounding him and sighed in relief.

-Wakie-wakie! – she said chuckling.

-You…you are alive. – he exclaimed surprised as she frowned. John and Mary exchanged gazes.

-You alright? – John asked.

-What happened? – he asked worried.

-You were asleep, dear. – Mary stated and glanced at her watch. – You slept like for sixteen hours.

-What?! Sixteen hours?! – he exclaimed and jumped from the bed. – What about work? John, you should have woken me up!

-We tried to wake you up twice, but you seem to be a bloody heavy sleeper, Sherlock.

-And…you mumbled. – Y/N added.

-I never mumble when I’m asleep. – he frowned.

-Oh, really? – she said as she laughed – So, what happened with me? Did I died?

-Umm…How much did you hear? – he raised an eyebrow as he blushed.

-Fair enough to know that you wanted me to teach you how to dance waltz.

-Well…I can explain that.

-You already did, Sherlock. – John stated.

-So, a ball? John and I met in a ball? – Mary chuckled.

-Um…Sherlock?

-Yes, John?

-Since when are you a gentleman? – John joked. Sherlock glared at the army doctor but they all ignored him since they were make fun of him.

-Alright…I think I had enough. – then headed to the living room.

-By the way, who’s Mrs. McSephire? – Y/N followed him as she asked him sarcastically.

-Oh, please stop it! – he shouted embarrassed.

2

“Crime is common. Logic is rare.” // currently reading The Complete works of Sherlock Holmes and it’s easier than I thought 📖💂🏻🔎

anonymous asked:

Hey do you have any really funny fic you could suggest? I just read 'A week is only seven days' and I was crying it was so funny. I want more!

Hi Nonny!! OH GOD this has been in my drafts for MONTHS and I’m sorry for the delay. I’m guessing you found that fic on my “Go-To Johnlock Fic Rec List”, and it’s totally worth a read since it’s like, one of my all-time fave fics!! I don’t have many fics with the same type of humour, but I hope that a few of these will appease you! They’re more fluffy than anything else, but if I had a chuckle in them, then they will be here :)


  • High and Tight, Soft and Loose by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,429 w.) - John is stupidly obsessed with Sherlock, Sherlock is adorably clueless, and they’re both dumb idiots. Jealous John and silly misunderstandings.
  • Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice (E, Ao3) (3,897 w.) - Sherlock conveniently finds reasons to try to touch John’s junk. John’s tired of waiting.
  • The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, Ao3) (44,025 w.) - Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants for a case. There are some angsty bits in this, but I did giggle at a few scenes.
  • Life and Death by patemalah21 (K+, ff) (6K+) - Sherlock and John get mugged and injured. The first chapter is angsty, but the second and third chapters, Sherlock has to deal with his worst nemesis yet – a nurse intent on him getting better. *SLIGHT* Sher1011ie in the third chapter, but it feels more BFF’s.
  • You’re a Doctor, Fix me by edken (G, Ao3) (8,342 w.) - Sherlock gets sick and stroppy, John grins and bears it to fix him, and a fluffy happy ending.
  • How to Court Your Blogger by PipMer (K+, ff) (3,124 w.) - Sherlock Tries to court John on significant days in their life. Too bad John is a little bit slow on the draw.
  • Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson by Jessa7 (K+, ffnet) (8,085w.) - Mycroft is suddenly taking an interest in John and Sherlock is not happy. John just goes with it – he’s getting a lot of nice things out of this deal. (*NOT JOHNCROFT, just Mycroft being a meddler).
  • The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, ff) (9K+ w.) - Mycroft flirts with John. Sherlock gets jealous. John’s just along for the ride. Yeah, I also REALLY like Mycroft purposely riling up Sherlock to force him to confess his feelings for John. Another “meddling Mycroft” fic… I seriously love this trope.
  • Cigarettes and Shampoo by laura0506 (K+, ff) (783 w) - John and Sherlock get kicked out of a grocery store. Sherlock has a big mouth.
  • Cabbies by OldBesinaStuff (K, ff) (572 w) - Sherlock expounds and illuminates upon the subject of their current cabbies.
  • The Care and Keeping of Your Mad Genius by Janieshi (T, ff) (4K+ w.) - Lestrade and John tease Sherlock after the pool incident.
  • Just Admit It by LoyalNerdWP (K+, ff) (2K+) - Sherlock goes home for Christmas and is missing John. One of my faves, it’s more sweet than funny.
  • The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, Ao3) (9,020 w.) - Sherlock and John pretend they’re a couple “for a case”. They’re shocked to discover how much they know about each other. One of my faves.
  • Happy Birthday John by Starlight05 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock goes shopping for a present for John. 
  • Not Rocket Science by Nitrospira (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - The boys are handcuffed to a bed while investigating a double homicide on the International Space Station. It’s been awhile since I read this but I remember liking it :D
  • Out on da pull by I-O-U-a-picture (T, ff) (1K+w.) - John can never pull a date, especially with a flatmate like Sherlock.
  • I’m Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, Ao3) (7,672 w.) - This one is really ridiculously silly. Sherlock keeps injuring himself so John will fix him up. John catches on, and it changes shit.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb  (E, Ao3) (4,578 w.) - Sherlock sets out to make John happy. Happy happy happy.
  • Carry On by Mazarin221b (M, Ao3) (4,647 w.) - Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.
  • Equine Arse Anonymity by Kayjaykayme (E, Ao3) (3,834 w.) - Sherlock needs to speak with suspects at a fancy dress ball. He chooses a couple’s costume for himself and John. It is logical, practical and well thought out. John doesn’t agree and exacts sweet revenge.
  • An Acquired Taste by kinklock (E, Ao3) (31,059 w.) - Sherlock is a bat. No other explanation needed.
  • and yes I said yes I will Yes by Mithen (T, Ao3) (1,662 w.) - Sherlock has deduced that John is going to propose to him, and he’s ready to accept. If only John would actually get around to it…
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence  (NR, Ao3) (5,429 w.) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Detective and the Pin-Up by XistentialAngst (T, Ao3) (15,683 w.) - Sally Donovan discovers an old secret John Watson considered long buried - a ten-year old “Men of the Armed Forces” calendar, which has John as a very enticing pin-up for August. The image of John might just change the way everyone sees the unassuming sidekick, even Sherlock Holmes.
  • John’s Drawers by JezebelGoldstone (T, Ao3) (2,646 w.) - Sherlock snoops through John’s drawers and finds something… unexpected.
  • In Which John is a BAMFy MoFo, OMG! by Kantayra (T, Ao3) (1,835 w.) - John’s BAMFness and Sherlock’s damsel-in-distress act are caught forever on camera. So Scotland Yard can mock. A lot.
  • Corpus Hominis by mycapeisplaid (E, Ao3) (47,709 w.) - John knows the human body intimately. He’s had plenty of opportunity for study as a doctor, soldier, and lover. There’s one particular body, however, he knows very little about. When Sherlock launches himself head-first into a new obsession and they get sent on a case in an unlikely location, the pair discovers each other’s bodies with confusing yet delightful (and sometimes hilarious) results. {{NOTE: Because I always forget: ‘The One With the Shampoo, Steph.’}}
  • Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, Ao3) (39,629 w.) - Christmas time. ‘Tis the season to settle down with a drink, some food and a present or two, and to enjoy the quiet relaxation of the holiday. Instead, there’s a case that drags them all over, missing presents, disappointed kids, angry parents, and a freak snowfall. On top of that John has to deal with Sherlock, who is being even more of a prat than usual. He really shouldn’t have expected anything different.
  • You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners by ardenteurophile (T, Ao3) (23,584 w.) - Sherlock takes John along for Christmas dinner with Mycroft and Mummy (And “Anthea”, too). Over the course of the evening, John realises that everyone in the room - apart from him - seems to think that he and Sherlock are a couple.
  • You Can Imagine The Christmas Dinners by johnsarmylady (T, ff)(1K+ w.) - Set the morning after a Study in Pink, John sits and contemplates Mycroft’s words. John’s imagination sometimes goes a little wild.
  • Abhorring the Dull Routine of Existence by ardenteurophile (T, ff) (7K+ w.) - Or, a Week Spent on Artificial Stimulants. Sherlock overdoses on Red Bull, much to John’s dismay. Spin-off fic set before the events of “You Can Imagine the Christmas Dinners”.
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, Ao3) (21,691 w.) - After two weeks away, John finally texts Sherlock. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to respond. He doesn’t expect Sherlock to keep texting him. And he really doesn’t expect things to spiral out of control so rapidly.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, Ao3) (5,308 w.) - Sherlock wants to conduct a sleep study of sorts. John contemplates smothering him with a pillow. Part 1 of Two Coffees One Black One with Sugar Please (this whole series is amazing, and I love it so much).
  • The Second Law of Thermodynamics by entanglednow (T, Ao3) (3,614) - In which there’s no heating and there’s a dead owl in Sherlock’s bed. Part 1 of Thermodynamics (this whole series is really great, I love it!)
  • Vaporized by Catslynw (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - This little number is set soon after A Study in Pink. John has just moved into 221b and is getting to know his flatmate, and his flatmate’s amazing abilities, a little better.
  • Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, ff) (2K+ w.) - In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?
  • The Video Footage by bitchinblackframedglasses (K, ff) (1K+ w.) - What exactly DID Lestrade film Sherlock doing in A Scandal in Belgravia? Sherlock wants to know, and John tells him. Fluff.
  • At Least Make It Interesting by amythedork (K, ff) (2K+ w.) - "You’ve reached Sherlock Holmes. For the love of God, if you’re going to leave a message, at least make it an interesting one. If this is Mycroft, then piss off.“ / A series of voicemails John left Sherlock throughout their time together. 
  • Manipulation by sixbynine (K, ff) (2+K w.) - John Watson is not as unobservant as Sherlock thinks, nor is he above using what he knows. Even if it is just to make sure Sherlock eats and sleeps.
  • Bored Games by SparksMayFly (K, ff) (3K+ w.) - Sherlock asks if he can take Reverend Green in for interrogation. John explains that’s not how the game works. 
  • Bored Games by patster223 (K+, ff) (2k+ w.) - Sherlock is bored and John decides that they should play Cluedo. In retrospect, it was a truly awful decision.
  • Three Ways Sherlock Conformed to His Stereotype by Jennistar1 (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - "It’s a hat.” / Urge to roll eyes, quashed. “Yes. I can see that.” / “It’s called a deerstalker.”
  • Tipsy by katkin (K+, ff) (2K+ w.)  “I love everyone in this room,” he announced proudly.“I know you do, buddy,” John replied “Which is why you’re going to clean this carpet in the morning. Because you’re a good friend.” “I am a good friend!” Sherlock agreed.
  • Cards by Caighlee (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has been without a case for a few days and Molly’s suggested experiment - something with a pig head (ew) - is losing it’s appeal. Can John come up with something that’ll distract Sherlock for a bit longer? And how did John pull off that card trick? Sherlock’ll never know because a magician never tells a secret. Except maybe when faced with a smiling Consulting Detective.
  • Never Have I Ever by Hannelore-Grace (T, ff) (2K+) - In which the Yarders, Sherlock, and John play the time-honored drinking game.
  • Surety by hudders (G, Ao3) (2,477 w.) - Sherlock is pissed because it seems that four pints of larger, two shots of tequila and a glass of wine has resulted in Lestrade becoming a little bit too friendly with everyone. And by everyone, Sherlock really means John.
  • Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (E, Ao3) (10,655 w.) - John and Sherlock tag along for the Met’s weekly night out, where the evening’s chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.
  • Cabin Fever by A Wandering Minstrel (K+, ff) (6K+ w.) - A massive storm keeps John trapped in Baker Street with a half-blind (for science!), very bored Sherlock Holmes.
  • Spilt Milk by Erin Giles (K+, ff) (2K+ w.) - John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.
  • God Save The Queen by Alice Day (K+, ff) (1K+ w.) - Sherlock has a new case. John is petrified. The Queen is amused.
  • Tidying Up by mattsloved1 (K+, ff) (951w.) – John comes home to a thoroughly cleaned flat. Or so it seems.

Feel free to add your own ficlets and self promos!! I love all the funny fics!

In A Single Second


Request:  Hi! Can I request a drabble for the ‘Imagine Sherlock is mourning you, his wife’? Let’s say in a car accident (like in Doctor Strange) and he was there with her. Otherwise you’ve got free reign! Thank you so much! - @thegothicdancer

Summary: Sherlock and you have planned to spend an evening with your parents but something doesn’t go according the plan.

Pairing: Sherlock x Reader

Warning: Angst / Parenthood 

Word count: 2.652

A/N: I totally loved this request, even though the plot is kind of angsty. I have to admit that this got me right into the feels. 

*not my gif


It was Saturday night, you and Sherlock were in the living room with your three years-old child. You were sitting on the floor playing with your son. He was as beautiful as your husband. They both had curly hair and their eyes were crystalline as the ocean. He was identical to his father.

“And exactly when are they coming?” Sherlock asked while he was reading a book

“You mean, my parents?” you asked him and he nodded. “Well, I just received a text from my mom. She said that they were going to arrive at ten o’clock. Does it bother you?” you asked as you tried to take away everything that could hurt your son.

“Tonight?!” he exclaimed worriedly as he closed the book.

“Yes, tonight. What’s wrong with it?”, you looked at him with your eyebrow raised.

“I thought…”

He was interrupted by the phone, which was ringing. You both stared at it, confused. Sherlock walked towards it and answered the call.

“Sherlock Holmes,” he said as he turned around to look at you. He frowned, covered the phone and muttered to you. “It’s your parents,” he took off his hand from the phone and resume the call. “Hello, I’m sorry. We were just trying to take some things away from Y/Son’s/N. He’s turning into a rebel boy,” he chuckled and glanced at his wife, who was starring him with a ‘behave’ look. “So, Mrs. Y/S, when are you coming?” Sherlock face got pale as paper. You looked at him confusedly.

“Is everything alright?” You whispered as you took your son and made him sit down on your lap. Sherlock ignored you and kept talking.

“So you’re not coming,” he raised an eyebrow and you frowned. You decided to stand up and talk with your mother. You knew Sherlock was not an expert at this so you tried to help him before a catastrophe could occur.

“Mom? Hi, it’s me,” you greeted with a smile on your face. But then, that happy face disappeared. “But why? Is there any reason why should we go there?” you asked confusedly and Sherlock glanced at you as he paced around the living room with his beloved child in his arms. “Mom, you know that’s far away. We are living in London not in Bristol. It’s not even Belgravia!” You hears your mom begging you to go to your ex house. “Ok, fine. We’ll try to be there be there by eleven o’clock. Good?” You paused so you could hear your mother’s reply. “Right, bye.”

You hang up and look stared at Sherlock. You started pacing around the living room and cursing under your breath.

“Hey, calm down,” Sherlock said as he grabbed your arm with his free hand. “What’s going on?”

“We have to rush, Sherlock!” You started panicking and ran to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” He shouted from the living room and as a result your child started crying. “Oh, please. Not now,” He complained, rolled quickly his eyes and tried to reassure him. “It’s ok, everything’s going to be fine. Just stop crying,” he tried to do his best but it was not working. “Y/N!” He shouted.

“Not now, Sherlock,” you stated as you were looking everywhere for the pacifier, his blanket, his favourite, bloody rattle, diapers, and other stuff.

“What are you doing?” he asked as he frowned.

“Preparing your son’s bag. It thought it was obvious,” you said breathlessly.

“He’s crying, could you please calm him down? You know I’m not good at that,” you glared at him.

“You are good at anything but when it comes to parenthood you are not,” you scolded as you tried to reach the pack of diapers that was on the shelf. Sherlock saw you struggling so he took and gave them to you. “Thank you. Now go and change yourself, I’m going change him.”

“What should I wear?”

“I don’t know, maybe a dinner jacket?” you said sarcastically.

“But I’m already using one,” he said and gestured with his hands.

“Sherlock, you’re wearing a robe and a naughty suit. Please, go and change yourself,” you scolded as you tried to reassure you dear son.

Sherlock headed to the bedroom changed himself quickly and took the bag you’ve prepared before. You were waiting for him in the living room with Y/Son’s/N in your arms.

“Sherlock!” you shouted as you were heading to the door. He ran towards you and then noticed that something was wrong. “And the bag?”

“Hang on,” he said as he raced back to the bedroom. When he came back, you took the keys and closed the door.

“Do you have the keys of the car?”

“Mmmhh…” He put his hands in his pockets trying to get the keys out of them. When he finally got them, he show them to you. “Got them.”

“Good. Could you please open the door? I can’t do it with our child in my arms,” you asked and he did. “Where’s the car?”

“There in front of us,” he pointed at it as he carefully crossed the street.

“Wait. Stay there. I’ll help you. Give me the bag,” you gave him the bag and saw him crossing the street and putting it into the boot. He looked at both sides of the street so could know when to walk again towards you. He took your son from you and together you crossed the street.

“Sit him down in the car sit and fasten his seatbelt,” you said and he nodded.

“What else?”

“Just get into the car and start driving,” you told him and got into car. You were sitting by Sherlock’s side. You loover you shoulder at the back seat. Was he ok? He was not crying anymore.

“Sherlock, what have you done to our son?”

“Nothing whatsoever. Why?” He’d asked and started the car. “He’s not crying. That’s good, isn’t it?” You nodded and he smiled.

“He’s so like you,” you chuckled. “He has your eyes and your curls…and…”

“Except the cheekbones,” he interrupted. “Those cheekbones are yours,” he made you smile.

You had to admit it, Sherlock was a really good driver but you were a disaster when it come to the co-pilot. Seriously, you were pretty bad at it. However, you usually drove to go to work but it was it. You were not that good behind the steer wheel so, you were so thankful of having Sherlock. He only man who could touch the car unless there wad  an urgency.

But actually that was not your worry. You were thinking in something else. Something that has worried since you first met him. What would your parents think about him?

Yes, you were married and they already knew him but what will think about him as a father? It was the first time you were going to meet again and you knew your parents. They were peculiar as hell.

“Sherlock?” you asked him and he hummed, “Remember to be polite,” you muttered and he rolled his eyes. “I know, I know. This is so…ridiculous,” he chuckled. “But you know them. They are so polite, posh…wealthy,” you sighed.

“What does wealth have to do with this?”

“Should I remind you that my family is wealthy? Why do you think we have this Lamborghini?” you asked.

“I thought it was Mycroft’s present,” he glanced at her sighing. “Ok, right. It was your parents present for…Christmas?” he guessed and then glanced at you in order to get an answer from you

“Wedding,” you corrected him as you looked through the window. “See?”

“Fine,” he stated rolling his eyes and you quickly put his right hand on his as warm smile appeared on his face. “You know I’ll just do it because I’m – unfortunately -  your husband, don’t you?”

“You, bastard,” you said sarcastically and you both giggled. “I remind you that you haven’t said your vows…”

“I lost them! John had to write them again. But I said ‘don’t be stupid just say – I do – and it’ll do.’”

“Oh, my! You were afraid, Sherlock!” You laughed. “After three years, you proposed and a year later we’ve married. You seemed to be so convinced,”

“I was convinced. What makes you think that I was not…”

It started raining. Actually, it was pouring and both of you could hear the heavy drops falling on windscreen and on the roof of the deportee car. Definitely, it was going to be a long and unforgettable night.

The rain was going to ruin the whole nigh because according to your father, mom decided all of us were going to have dinner outsides.

“Aarhh!” You protested, gestured with your hands and let your arm onto the armrest.

“What’s wrong?” he enquired. “Are those female hormones? He said keeping his gaze on the motorway”

You sighed and exclaimed, “They’re gonna hate me,” You pouted and Sherlock sighed.

“Why would they hate you?” He frowned and kept his eyes on the motorway.

“Because we are different, Sherlock! We are different.”

“What makes you think that we are different?” he inquired calmly.

“We’re just…you know,” you sighed.

The rain was getting heavier and you wondered if your parents were considering to cancel the meeting. It wad hard for you to have your parents this far from London. Though you were the one who wanted to move to Baker Street, somehow a part of you didn’t want to.

“Y/N?” Sherlock asked keeping his eyes on the motorway but you ignored him. “Y/N?” he asked again and then you came back to ‘reality’.

“Yes, what?”

“He’s crying,” he paused as you looked at him in disbelief. “What? Help him.”

“Well, put a CD into the slot, that’ll might help,” you said as you were making gestured with your hands to your son.

“I’m driving, for god’s sake!” he roared.

You quickly glanced at him. He was right, he was driving. He was driving on a dark and damp motorway. The windows on your car gone fog, further limited Sherlock’s visibility.  He tried to defog with the heater. Defogging, kept your air conditioning blowing at both windscreens and your back window.

Scared, you grabbed Sherlock from the shoulder. You didn’t shake it but it was enough to make him get angry.

“Get off. I’m driving!” He scolded.

“The lights,” you mumbled. “Sherlock, the lights!”

“What?” He asked. “Could you make me a favour and shut him up?” The child started crying loudly.

“Sherlock! Look what you’ve done!” You scolded and glared at him. “Turn the lights on!”

“I can’t drive with someone yelling,” he ignored you and went back to the previous subject.

Rain made it more difficult to stay on a roadway, to stop, or to avoid colliding with other vehicles. The roads were very slippery at the beginning of the rainstorm. 

“Sherlock, the lights!” You shouted at him worriedly.

He didn’t look at you but it was enough to know that he was upset with you. Sherlock has often behaved like a whim child, but you had enough. At least for that night.

“Will you turn the bloody lights on?!” You yelled.

“No need to. Trust in me, we’ll not need them,” he replied.

“Do it! Do it, now!” You scolded.

“Why should I?” He inquired annoyingly.

“Just turn them on!” you ordered.

“Why?!” He turned his gaze down to you and yelled furiously.

Suddenly, out of nowhere raced a car towards you. Sherlock stepped on the breaks it but made it worse. The sudden braking caused a skid. Since the roads were slippery, stopping the wheels too quickly caused them to lose all traction with the road, and the imminent car accident became a tragedy.

The another car driven then smashed into the overturned vehicle. One was absolutely destroyed and another had flipped over.

You weren’t fastening your seat belt because you were trying to calm down your son, so when the car crashed you’ve been thrown out of the window. On the other hand, Sherlock and your beloved child stayed inside the Lamborghini.

After a couple of minutes, Sherlock slowly and painfully opened his eyes. He tried to sit down and look around him. The car was turned, there was glass everywhere, he touched his face and then saw blood on the pavement.

Suddenly, he could hear someone crying. He stood up and began looking for them. They started crying louder and louder, that was when he realized it was his child.

He started panicking; panicking like he never did before.

“Son!” He shouted desperately. “Oh my god! Where are you, little mine?” He whispered as tried to follow his voice. “Keep crying, keep crying!” he yelled. He still couldn’t find him. He started looking around him and tears sprang on to his eyes. “Where are you?” He mumbled. Sherlock couldn’t hear your voice, just your child’s. That’s why he started asking for you. “Y/N!” He couldn’t anything else than his son’s cries. “Y/N?! Y/N! Oh, god! Where are you?!” He began jogging around the car until he saw a figure moving. He approached to it. It was your son. “Oh, dear lord,” Sherlock got his son out from the broken car and tried to reassure him. “I’m here. It’s alright, I’m here. Dad’s here.”

Even though Sherlock wasn’t this kind of person, it seemed that you had changed him. Not from the outside but from the inside. He was not more the arrogant, ignorant, the most unfriendly and egocentric man people had the misfortune to have known. No, he was different. He changed for good.

“Let’s go and find your mother. Y/N!” he shouted desperately with his child in his arms crying out loud. “Oh, my God!” He said under his breath when he saw his wife lying on the pavement. When he was standing besides you, he knelt down and began shaking you. “Come on, don’t leave us. Please, don’t,” he’s eyes were full of tears, his body was shaking and his voice was breaking. “Please, don’t leave me. Look at me,” he took your head hoping that you’d open your eyes. Unfortunately, you were lifeless. There was no pulse, no heartbeat, no breath.

Sherlock’s heart was breaking piece by piece. He felt that his whole world was falling apart. He had never experienced such a horrible and heart-breaking thing. He loved you, and he really meant it.

“Come back, come back. Please,” he cried. “I know I’m the most stubborn, ignorant, obnoxious, intelorable, annoying, stupid person you have ever met in your whole life, but I realized how wonderfully my life has been going since I met you. I’ve had a first class experience of love undefined and the more I get, the more you proof to give. So I thought, what will I do without you in my life. And if I could describe you in one word, I’d call you my life. Thank you for everything. I love you,” he said. “Those were my vows and I love you, because I’ll still love you, that’s the reason every single day I was completely happy.”


TWO WEEKS LATER

“…she suffered a brain injury, bruises and abrasions…” John read quietly the words written on the post mortem results file.

“I don’t mind,” Sherlock said. “I don’t even mind what’s happening out there.”

“So, you’re not coming to Scotland Yard,” John stated, but actually it sounded like question. He waited for an answer but no, the detective decided not to reply. “Sherlock, are you alright?” John asked as he saw his best friend sitting on his armchair with a miserable face.

“I miss her; I miss my wife. I miss her smile, her tenderness, I miss her all. She was my entire world and I lost her in a single second, John,” he said as he shed a tear. “I would do anything to have her in my arms again.”

Originally posted by silent-micka

Imagine Sherlock mourning for you, his wife.

-Sherlock, are you alright? - John asked as he saw his best friend sitting on his armchair with a miserable face.

-I miss her; I miss my wife. I miss her smile, her tenderness, I miss her all. She was my entire world and I lost her in a single second, John. - he said as he shed a tear. - I would do anything to have her in my arms again.