he discovered sherlock on his own

anonymous asked:

Steph. There's a post going around arguing that our John doesn't love Sherlock but despises him (it's not an anti johnlock post tho) and it made me ridiculously sad. Can you give some examples of John loving Sherlock? :( It really bothered me

Yeah, Nonny, I saw that one too. While I can understand where the argument lies, Uhhhh I just don’t see it the way they do. I’ve written a similar meta before, but I never broke it down before. This isn’t all of them, just a short little list…for instance:

  • FIRST OF ALL: JOHN’S BLOG. If I didn’t know that it was official, I would have thought it was a fan-site. It’s terribly romantic and John essentially fawns over Sherlock in almost every entry. Read especially the entries done during the hiatus. They’re… just… JOHN, PLEASE.
  • Martin’s acting. Just, every time John is around Sherlock, his face does 300 different emotions, but the most blatant is lust / adoration / incredulity. 
  • Anytime the show is in John’s POV, it’s just… Sherlock is this ethereal being that John “can look but not touch”.
  • THE FUCKING PILOT. Just… The whole Pilot. John is literally one step away from jumping Sherlock in a back alley. And the really gay rooftop music. Just. Listen to that and be amazed at how gay that is. That’s ALL from John’s POV. AND John had this look on his face:
  • ASIP:
    • John had a limp until Sherlock came into his life and gave it new meaning.
    • John has trust issues – Mycroft confirms this and says John doesn’t trust easily – yet for some reason he was okay with Sherlock. “And the madman himself? He’s fascinating.”
    • He hits on Sherlock the first night. Granted this isn’t a sign of love, but dear god John had no idea that one little thing and rejection would start his endless pining.
    • Laughing against the wall together, and in awe at Sherlock curing his limp.
    • The eye sex. Good god, the eye sex. 
    • He stands up to Mycroft DEFENDING Sherlock and he has no idea who Mycroft is or what he’s capable of.
    • Even though he didn’t know Sherlock that long, he ran after Sherlock when the phone pinged.
    • He killed a man for Sherlock after knowing him for only about 24 hours, and had no guilt about it.
  • TBB
    • His PIN is “SHER”. Like at this point he’s only known Sherlock for a couple months and he already changed his PIN to “SHER”???? COME ON, JOHN, PLEASE.
    • He goes after Sherlock rather than protect Soo Lin, because he is worried Sherlock will hurt himself.
    • Spends his whole date with Sarah thinking about and talking to Sherlock. He constantly checks over his shoulder to see Sherlock’s reactions to literally everything.
    • And this was all after he just constantly lingers his gaze over Sherlock for the first half of the episode.
    • Eye sex.
  • TGG
    • He has incredible guilt about the blog post that causes the Yard to make fun of Sherlock.
    • “I thought you would have been flattered”. Literally John is hurt that Sherlock seemingly doesn’t like his blog. They had a fucking DOMESTIC because of a BLOG POST and John’s hurt feelings. Hashtag MARRIED.
    • John races back to Baker Street from Sarah’s AFTER SHE’S SUGGESTIVE WITH HIM just to make sure Sherlock is okay.
    • John’s jealousy towards Jim flirting with Sherlock.
    • *sighs* EYE SEX.
    • John was willing to kill The Golem for Sherlock.
    • John, strapped to a bomb vest, took an opening and grappled and held on tight to Moriarty, told Sherlock to run. Essentially, he was willing to sacrifice his body to a slurry of gunfire and an explosion if only Sherlock would be safe from Moriarty.
    • “People would talk.” Why does that concern you so much, John.
    • Then, John was willing to die with Sherlock, without hesitation. They shared one single look and it was done.
  • ASiB
    • John’s jealousy throughout the entire episode; he wouldn’t be jealous if there wasn’t some latent pining.
    • MORE eye sex and toffee eyes, or John looking like a kicked puppy for half the episode because he is sad that Irene seems to have taken his place.
    • John essentially gives up dating in this episode.
    • John goes on a case for Sherlock because Sherlock was too lazy to go on his own.
    • John checking out Sherlock in a sheet. 
    • Followed by them being silly.
    • The unnecessary tackle.
    • John had a date the night that Irene drugged Sherlock, but John stayed home to take care of Sherlock instead. Oh and the bum pat. JOHN, PLEASE.
    • John’s concern about Sherlock’s danger night has him teaming up with both Mrs Hudson and Mycroft.
    • John decided to try to pick up Sherlock again, only to be cock-blocked by Irene.
    • Even though he was with Jeanette, John consistently pays more attention to Sherlock at Christmas, eventually driving Jeanette to call John out on his obsession with Sherlock, naming Sherlock as her “competition”.
    • Irene knows EXACTLY what John likes. 
    • John confronts Irene and tells her to tell Sherlock she’s alive, because he hates seeing Sherlock upset; he thinks Sherlock was grieving about her, and not over his confused feelings John.
    • Irene essentially tells John HE LOVES SHERLOCK. She compares herself to him, AND JOHN DOESN’T DENY IT, but silently acknowledges that yes, he and Sherlock are a couple.
    • John wants to talk about what happened at Battersea, but Sherlock denies him because Sherlock’s scared of his own feelings and thinks he’s protecting John from Moriarty by keeping him at arm’s length.
    • John thinks Sherlock would be hurt to discover that Irene is for-real dead this time, so he chooses to lie, because John doesn’t want Sherlock to go into a sad fit again. John chose the “kinder” option, and then gives Sherlock what he wants when he asks for the phone even though it is not allowed.
  • THOB
    • John goes on a holiday with Sherlock. Just… they go on a holiday. There’s no argument about it, just… they go.
    • John doesn’t deny that he and Sherlock are together when the Innkeeper assumes they are together, rather he deflects, because it’s too close to the truth.
    • John pulls rank to show off to Sherlock for a change.
    • The cheekbones and the coat collar, essentially revealing that he stares at Sherlock all the time.
    • John forgives Sherlock for his brashness, experimentation, and ignorance of John.
  • TRF
    • Eye sex.
    • Another “people will talk” comment when they hold hands, and THEN John still holds onto Sherlock’s sleeve while Sherlock is babbling on.
    • John’s anger at both Kitty and Jim, defending Sherlock’s honour.
    • The rooftop exchange between the two and John’s unwavering faith in Sherlock (“I know you for real”).
    • John’s complete breakdown at seeing Sherlock dead.
    • The graveyard. Fuck.
  • MHR 
  • TEH
    • John physically goes to Baker St. to “move on”. John couldn’t, in 2 years, bring himself to stay at Baker Street because it reminded him too much of Sherlock. Mrs Hudson calls him out on how he was “after” and John doesn’t say anything. Then he is angry about the comment that they were a couple because THEY WEREN’T. He blames himself for Sherlock’s death. 
    • To “move on”, John jumps into a relationship to get over Sherlock believing that his miracle would never come, only to have Sherlock come back at the worst moment and Mary manipulate John into a proposal.
    • Donde Estas, Yolanda? This song pretty much is John’s heart speaking.Actually, most of the music selection is really very “John” and his inner turmoil of trying to understand if he should try to make a move on Sherlock. Music in Sherlock is always important; it’s always projecting the feelings of either John or Sherlock on a subtextual level.
    • More eye sex.
    • John returning to Baker Street on his own, before the bonfire, dressed in his old outfit… It’s the only time in the whole episode he dresses like “pre-S3” John"… And his oscillation on the pavement and all that. 
    • And John’s RETURNS to 221b a second time. Because he can’t stay away.
    • I know it doesn’t look like it, but John forgave Sherlock.
    • “I was hooked. He’s like a drug.” JOHN, PLEASE.
    • #SherlockLives means #JohnWatsonLives. JOHN H. WATSON, PLEASE.
  • TSo3
    • SURPRISE! More eye sex and toffee eyes.
    • Stag night, pretty much all of it. It’s clear John is trying to loosen Sherlock up to make him more receptive to John’s advances. John tries to hit on Sherlock one more time before the marriage, but Sherlock was too drunk to understand what was happening. John assumes, with finality, that Sherlock doesn’t want him that way.
    • The obviously staged tumble forward to grab at Sherlock’s knee, followed by, “I don’t mind” and an indifferent shrug.
    • “I’m there if you want it.”
    • John’s first reaction to Sherlock’s adorable confusion after the best man speech was to hug Sherlock; he loves him so much that he is very moved by Sherlock’s admission to the whole of the room to how much John means to Sherlock. John even cried beforehand, and you can just SEE his FUCKING FACE glow every time he looks at Sherlock.
    • John ALSO grabs and holds Sherlock’s neck not once but twice in this episode.
    • John cluing in at the end of the episode that Sherlock does indeed feel something more for John when they share a look, and not being able to deal with his mistake, so he no-homo’d out of there because it hurt too much.
  • HLV
    • Only a month into their marriage, John is having wet dreams about Sherlock, and is visibly disappointed when Sherlock is not the one at the door.
    • John contacts Mycroft when Sherlock is overdosed.
    • Only to kick him out shortly after because he is upsetting Sherlock.
    • He tries to make Sherlock laugh and succeeds.
    • John’s jealousy once again, this time over Janine.
    • John’s longing looks to Sherlock.
    • John’s subtle “I want to come, too” when Sherlock mentions the case.
    • When John is searched at the flat, he makes a joke about his dick IN FRONT OF SHERLOCK to another man.
    • John’s immediate reaction to Sherlock being shot.
    • John’s off-screen acceptance to let Sherlock show him the truth about his murderer.
    • Mary knew that John loved Sherlock. It’s the whole reason she needed Sherlock gone, because John was starting to stray.
    • She didn’t want John to name the baby.
    • “John, you are addicted to a certain lifestyle. You’re abnormally attracted to dangerous situations and people.” [x]
    • Not really confirmed, but fandom assumes John left to stay at Baker Street during the 6 months we haven’t seen to care for Sherlock.
    • John’s acceptance at Sherlock’s plan for Appledore, even though it’s Christmas.
    • John not even flinching at the “damsel in distress” line.
    • John begrudgingly allowing himself to be flicked in the face just because Sherlock begged him to.
    • John’s horrified expression when Sherlock kills someone for him.
    • The Tarmac Scene, pretty much the whole thing. It’s set up like Casablanca’s plane scene, and John knows he has to let Sherlock go; he fumbles to find the right words to say to Sherlock. John, though, knew exactly what Sherlock was going to / wanted to say, and I think it hurts him that Sherlock never admitted his feelings.
  • TAB 
    • Because this episode takes place entirely in Sherlock’s head, I don’t think we should really include it in this list, but I’m going to anyway, since Sherlock actually picked up on John’s love for him. He knows that John will accept him regardless of his faults if he confessed his love for him. I think this is why S4 doesn’t sit right with me, because it completely diverted from this HUGE revelation that Sherlock had made in TAB.
    • Sherlock understands that John will always choose him, in the end. Again, another thing that makes S4 so OOC.
    • Also something that should be noted, running on the assumption that the modern scenes may possibly be real, John is concerned about the overdose and the fact that it could kill Sherlock.
    • Mycroft’s plea to John signifies that Myc knows about how much John cares for Sherlock.

And these are a crapshoot, because the whole series did a 180˚ with the narrative and John’s character. I’m so angry because I don’t believe for one second John would choose Mary over Sherlock. Anyway, here goes:

Granted, it gets less and less obvious in S3 and S4; S3 because I believe that we are in Sherlock’s POV and he perceives his relationship with John differently, and in S4 because I believe that S4 is a false narrative and it literally took great pains to keep them separated for some stupid reason.

Finally, I’ve also written about why John loves Sherlock in past posts, because of similar discourse:

I hope all of these help you feel better, Nonny, and please, everyone, I most likely will have missed many-a-point, so please add to them – I study Sherlock’s character more than John’s, so I have a harder time seeing John’s cues!

@chelseablij Some more black and white photos for you. Plus some ramblings they inspired in me. 🙂

I get Old Hollywood AU vibes off these photos. Like maybe John is an ex-army doctor turned screenwriter not long back from WW2 and trying his luck in America, and there’s a murder on the set of his new film. Someone’s bumped off the leading man, but the studio, Stamford Productions, wants to avoid scandal. So their Head of Security, Greg Lestrade, brings in his old friend and renowned detective, Sherlock Holmes, currently visiting from London, to investigate.

John is instantly smitten by both the detective’s looks and intelligence. Sherlock, meanwhile, is intrigued by this brave but damaged man who isn’t intimidated by his genius but rather in awe of it. It’s a new experience for him, and a thrilling one at that, so he ropes John in to help him solve the mystery.

The film’s director, however, the controversial James Moriarty (a man who thinks of actors, and people in general, as mere puppets to be commanded to his will and calls himself ‘The Puppet Master’), known for his cruelty and debauchery as much as his brilliance, thinks Sherlock with his striking good looks and keen wit would make an excellent replacement for Philip Anderson, the late leading man. John doesn’t disagree with him, but he doesn’t want to look too closely at the sudden irrational feelings of irritation that feel just a little too much like jealousy for his comfort every time he sees Moriarty trying to ingratiate himself with Sherlock.

He’s also not too happy when it seems like the film’s leading lady, the latest upcoming starlet, It girl and all-round femme fatale, Irene Adler, is also making a play for Sherlock. But could she merely be trying to distract the detective and throw him off his game in an attempt to cover up her own complicity in the murder?

As the investigation unfolds new facts come to light about the victim. Sherlock discovers that not only was he a womaniser and gambler, but that he had a drug problem, much like Sherlock himself, and that he owed a great deal of money to a drug baron by the name of Frank Hudson. Frank’s wife, Martha, another British exile to Hollywood and former dancer with the Ziegfeld Follies, married him after a whirlwind romance, but now the initial attraction has worn off and, having seen her husband’s true colours, she lives in fear of him. Both John and Sherlock feel an immediate kinship with the slightly older woman who reminds them of home and brings out their protective instincts.

They also discover that the studio nurse, a feisty blonde and former secret agent, now calling herself Mary Morstan, was Frank Hudson’s connection at the studio, using her position there to supply his drugs to the actors, directors, etc. Could Anderson have been threatening to expose her role in Hudson’s drug empire, or details of her shady past, if she didn’t help him pay off his debt?

And then there’s the studio’s resident ‘script doctor’, a seemingly mousy little thing called Molly Hooper, who’s job it is to 'autopsy’ scripts that just aren’t working, to analyse what is falling flat within them and find a way to fix it. She was in love with the late actor and he played up to it because he knew she had the power to change scripts to his advantage, giving him more lines and screen time. But could finding out that he had not only been using her for his own ends, but had also been having an affair with her roommate, Sally Donovan, have caused the mouse to reveal hidden depths and turn on the man she professed to love? After all, still waters run deep and hell hath no fury…

Things come to a head with the arrival of Sherlock’s brother, Mycroft, from London, seeking to bring his brother back to England and away from what he fears may be an environment ripe with temptation for a recovering drug addict. His presence threatens to stall both the investigation and the fledgling friendship (and possibly more) between John and Sherlock.

Can they hold the man Sherlock has dubbed 'the British Government’, plus an assorted cast of sadistic, tyrannical directors, femme fatales, former spies, drug barons and women scorned at bay long enough to find the killer and reveal their feelings for each other? Or will the mystery of both Anderson’s murder and John and Sherlock’s hearts go unsolved? Not if Sherlock can help it…

meetmyinnerdemons  asked:

Hi, I wanted to ask you if you know any fanfictions about Johnlock texting/letters/internet messages, something connected with that? :)

Hi Lovely!

I thought I didn’t have many of these, so I was so excited that I would be able to get this done in 10 minutes… it’s now 4 hours later and I finally got a rough list done for you and I STILL can’t find the one I wanted to add to this list! I’m so angry, because I THOUGHT it was an FFNet fic, but i can’t find it urg. Oh well. I hope you like what I have picked for you instead!


  • Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2799 w, Ao3) - John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can’t find words big enough to thank her for saving John’s life at the warehouse. For afters, there’s a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of Unkissed
  • Happy anniversary by Salambo06 (E, 3772 w., Ao3) - John inhaled deeply, feeling his cock pulse under the silk gown, and he let his eyes travel on the lean body in front of him. Sherlock was kneeling on the bed, their bed, and the picture had been taken so John could perfectly see his bare chest and pelvis. But what mattered most, what made John harden rather quickly, was the pair of panties Sherlock was wearing in the picture. Black, string over each hip and laces that outlined Sherlock’s erect cock barely hidden under the soft underwear.
  • A Brand of Gold by aquabelacqua (M, 12,757 w. Ao3) - John sank deeper into the pillows, let the mist and blur of the wine settle around him, let it shore up his nerves and dim the warning signals that flashed dully in the back of his mind. He let the rest of the disappointment about Lucy and his strange accommodations and about the weekend as a whole fade into obscurity. He let the vital, missing piece snap into place as surely and as cleanly as if it had always been there. He was flirting with Sherlock Holmes. **MUST READ**
  • Come Home by hudders-and-hiddles(E, 3763, Ao3) -  When John leaves for a medical conference, Sherlock tries to entice him back home.
  • A Study In Auto-Signatures, Sniper Dolphins, and Sex Holidays by cwb  (E, 32,690, Ao3) John and Mary go on their sex holiday, and Sherlock is grumpy and pining about it. Part 1 of HOT DOLPHIN SEX **MUST READ**
  • The Real Meaning of Idioms by feverishsea (T, 21,691 w., Ao3) - 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.
  • Bread and Wine and Curry Once a Week by cwb (E, 8737 w., Ao3) - "I am not agitated. I’m just tired of it. The insinuations, the comments, that I have no… no interest in relationships, or sex.“ John and Sherlock muddle through a relationship. **FAVE!**
  • Entanglement by orphan_account (G, 3218 w., Ao3)On Christmas Eve, snow covers London, John visits Harry, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson untangle some knots. Lovely pining Sherlock fic. Love this one!
  • Definitions by siennna (T, 101,528 w., Ao3)Throughout his life, Sherlock Holmes has always taken facts and held them close like treasures, because in a world of complex emotions, unpredictability, and the unknown, logic has never failed him. Puzzles can always be solved and equations will always have an answer; he seeks and finds comfort in the steady absolution of facts and the knowledge that everything has a definition: an unchanging, consistent meaning. However, at age thirty-five he discovers the exception to all of his neat, tidy logic when he meets John Watson, the one person who evades definition and refuses to be easily categorized—and who makes Sherlock question his own previously unshakeable ideas about everything from life to love. (Apparently a WiP, but it feel complete enough, as the “last chapter” has been waiting for over 2 years)
  • Tease You Till You Come by phoenix089 (E, 6090 w., Ao3) - Initially, Sherlock was rather put out by John’s lack of presence on the case. But then he starts to recieve pictures, several of them, of an unexpected nature. The case is forgotten rather quickly after that.
  • Text Me When It’s Over by immaculately-flawed (K+, 1K+ w., FFnet) - After the fall Sherlock starts writing texts to John. Of course, he never sends them… Until he does by accident. Post Reichenbach fic but not angsty.
  • Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., ffnet) - A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.
  • Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w. ffnet) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?
  • Iunctum by Fudgyokra (K, 221 w., FFNet) - He stood still for a long time, staring not so much at the words he’d been sent, but at the signature that marked them: A simple ‘SH,’ neatly tucked at the close of the words ‘I’ve missed you.’” A 221B ficlet; Sherlock’s return from the fall.
  • The Art Of Communication by StillWaters1 (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Lestrade was used to getting odd, non sequitur texts from Sherlock. But when “John went out for milk” was followed by a terse “two hours ago,” Lestrade immediately understood three things: John was missing, Sherlock was quietly panicking, and this could all end very, very badly.


  • Letters by Jenna Flare (T, 2K+ w., FFNet) - John leaves letters on Sherlock’s grave as a method of coping. Sherlock reads them every week. Sherlock/John, John/Mary. T for swearing. Post-Reichenbach
  • Letters From Beyond by LittleBabeBlue (K, 637 w., FFNet) - A letter for John was found in Sherlock’s coat after he jumped. Post-Reichenbach.
  • Dear John by starwarsfreak95 (T, 601 w. FFNet) - Not all Dear John letters are bad. Sherlock tries to explain to John why he did what he did and how much John means to him.
  • Pen Pals by WerewolfDoctor (K, 2K w., FFNet) - Most people don’t become pen pals by one of them writing a not-suicide note. Then again, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have never exactly been normal, have they?
  • In the Dark Hours by hubblegleeflower (E, 51,639 w., Ao3) - John, wounded and silent, drifts back to Baker Street for healing…and then goes home again. He visits, gets more upbeat, chattier, smiles, jokes… and still goes home again. Sherlock wants him to move back in - it just makes sense - but John shows no signs of doing so. This is the story of how John and Sherlock learn to say what needs to be said when they’re both so very, very rubbish at talking.
  • There’s Something Living in These Lines by teahigh (orphan_account) - (M, 4676 w., Ao3) - Two men, complete opposites in almost every way, who speak only in letters and pages torn from books.
  • Correspondence by Cleo2010 (T, 8031 w., Ao3) – Sherlock’s been spirited away on a case for Mycroft. Part of the deal was that he and John could communicate via letter until the case was completed. Maybe the cliche is true, absence does make the heart grow fonder. Or perhaps something is growing on the feet in the fridge. Read their letters month by month. Written after series one.
  • White Blank Page by SarahCat1717 (M, 11,936 w., Ao3) – Post-fall, Sherlock is off eliminating Moriarty’s crime web. He finds he misses John. He can’t divulge that he still lives, but he placates his need to communicate with John and still feel a connection with him by sending him blank letters. But over time, this writing exercise lends itself to Sherlock exploring his feelings for his friend. What will happen when Sherlock returns to London and the man he has been “writing” to regularly for the past two years? NOT S3 compliant. Mary who?
  • Get It All in Writing by aceofhearts61 (T, 2423 w., Ao3) – Sherlock and John write each other love notes. Part 8 of A Love with No Name
  • and stand there at the edge of my affection by coloredink (G, 2683 w., Ao3)
  • Winter of Life by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 5178 w., Ao3) – It was an experiment, really. On Christmas, Sherlock wrote to Santa asking for a friend. He got a broken toy soldier instead. This is the story of how he finds him again and again.
  • Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 3 Parts, 30,802 w. Ao3) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.)


  • The Case of the Vanishing Blog by Hekateras (K+, 2K+ w., FFNet) - Sherlock is in it for the hunt. John is in it for the action. Even so, the events at the Pool leave a mark on both, unwilling as they are to admit it.
  • One-Way Mirror by StormyNight108 (K+, 830 w. FFNet) - Post-Reichenbach one-shot. It’s been months since the incident, where a man lost his best friend. Slowly but surely, John’s life is starting to turn up a little. That night, his blog is updated to share good news to his followers, and one anonymous commentator is quick to share his happiness. It’s about as close to his friend as he can get right now.
  • Don’t Go Without Me by MirabileLectu (T, 1K+ w. FFNet) - Deep in the recesses of the cluttered space under John’s bed, far from the prying eyes of nosy landladies, there is a box.
  • To Sleep, Perchance to Smother Your Flatmate with a Pillow by Linpatootie (G, 5308 w., Ao3) - 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
  • Journal of Truths by Goddess_of_the_Night (T, 2317 w., Ao3) - When John escorts Sherlock back to Baker Street from the tarmac, he discovers a journal that Sherlock has kept secret…that he has kept secrets in. What he sees when he opens it is nothing like what he expected. He expected scrawling notes of observations, or maths equations, or drawings of plants…anything but what he actually finds: confessions.
  • You fit me, Sherlock Holmes by orphan_account (G, 10,077 w., Ao3) – An unfortunate series of events leads to John accepting being a part of Sherlock’s study in physical intimacy. As the days pass by, John realizes he might be in for more than he bargained for. He doesn’t entirely mind.
  • Absence Makes the Heart Grow Fonder by cypress_tree (E, 10,669 w., Ao3) – John helps Sherlock with an experiment: for an entire month, they are not allowed to touch each other and must remain at least one metre apart at all times.
  • The Great Sex Olympics of 221B by XistentialAngst (E, 58,611 w., Ao3) – John Watson thinks Sherlock Holmes should admit that he, Watson, is more of an expert on sex than Sherlock is. But Sherlock refuses to concede the point. He comes up with an experiment plan that will resolve the issue. The results will determine who wins the prize. But sometimes even the best thought-out scientific study has unexpected consequences.


  • I Believe In Sherlock Holmes by Cennis (K, 2+K w., FFNet)When John came to Baker Street one Sunday about six months after the funeral and found an elegant wooden cane, expensive-looking yet sturdy, stuffed away in the shoe cupboard, he began ‘blogging’ again. It began with post-it notes. POST-FALL.
  • In case of emergency by AlessNox (K, 520 w., FFNet) - Sherlock is charged with making a list of what supplies they would need in case of an emergency.
  • The Three-Word Tin Collection by TheBookshelfDweller (K, 1K+ w., FFNet) - What happens when Sherlock has to store the things he wants to say to John while deconstructing Moriarty’s web, but the Mind palace proves an inadequate place to store them?
  • 206 Reasons by whitchry9 (K+, 1K+, FFNet) - John won’t wake up, so Sherlock lists all the reasons why he should. Because he appears to be a bit besotted. How inconvenient.
  • Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., Ao3) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he’s pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.
  • The Trouble With Being Subtle. by VictoryCandescence (NR, 5429 w., Ao3) - In which Sherlock experiments, John misinterprets, and everyone else stands back and waits for the light to turn on.
  • The Importance of Torn Papers by MyLittleCornerOfSherlock (G, 2427 w., Ao3) – Little things make a big difference, even little notes of thanks. Small reminders to show he cares.
  • Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., Ao3) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s ‘Heart of Darkness’, and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts’ now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.
  • See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos (E, 4,981, Ao3) – John knows Sherlock’s mouth will never water over the sweet smells of baking chocolate biscuits or a lovely roast chicken, but he’s watched Sherlock nick mince pies out of Mrs. Hudson’s fridge often enough to deduce that the man does have taste, albeit confusing and obscure.
    So John makes a list: Things Sherlock Likes

And I have a few on my Marked For Later List which also have this theme. I HAVE NOT READ THEM, so I don’t know what they are like; I was waiting for them to finish before I do. As well, Alexx has a tonne of lists you can check out too!

It's as easy as...

“We are not leaving this park until I see some progress,” Molly declared, crossing her arms over her chest.

Sweaty and disgruntled, Mycroft and Sherlock groaned in unison.

“She’s bloody impossible,” Sherlock grumbled. “We are two of the most brilliant minds in the world. Surely we can think of a way out of this.”

Mycroft glared at him. “The only way out of this, brother mine, is for you to go back six months and NOT impregnate the woman.”

“I heard that,” Molly called out. Both of the Holmes boys had the decency to look chastened. “Now get back to it. We only have a couple more hours of daylight left.”

Sherlock sighed and put his helmet back on. “There’s no use fighting it. To use an apropos popular phrase, we will just have to get back on that bike.”

Mycroft shot him a withering glare as he picked up his own fallen bicycle. “Oh, do shut up.”

As the Holmes boys once more mounted their bicycles, Molly watched in cringing despair as they proved once and for all that there was something in which they might not ever succeed.

She never expected to discover that neither of them had ever learned to ride a bicycle. And she immediately took it upon herself to rectify the situation. After all, when their son was old enough, she would want to teach him. This would be good practice.

At least, that’s what she had thought, as she watched Mycroft clumsily roll along, propelling himself forward with the balls of his feet.

Sherlock almost managed to stay balanced for a full 15 seconds. But when he looked over at her in smug triumph, he immediately wobbled and collapsed to the grassy field in a pitiful display.

Rubbing her belly, she sighed fondly. “That’s your daddy.”

anonymous asked:

You always have such great fic recs! I have a looong cross-country flight coming up and am looking for some multi-chapter fics to wile away the hours in the flying tin can. Preferences in order of priority: *very* in-character (anything OOC kills it for me), slow burn/first time, not AU (ACD is good tho!) Any rating. Have read all the fandom classics so looking for less-known or newish. For reference two of my favorite ever fics are Quiet Man, & Safe Distance. Thank you Steph! You are the best!!

AHHH Nonny!! Sorry I just saw this, so I hope I’m not too late for your cross-country flight! All I saw was “multi-chapter long” and I put it aside to attach to 2 other asks of similar requests. BUT because this is time-sensitive, I’ll give you a few to tide you over! I’m actually working on a TONNE of fic rec lists:

(essentially I create a new textedit document every time I get a “different” request from others I have) and was going to add this ask to my “long fics” request I received a month or so ago. Okay, so instead, I’ll pull some long fics from my “Fave Fics Ever” List for you that I have so far (I still have 15 more pages of bookmarks to go through, plus all 1000 fics on my FFNet account, so, WHEE. Being meticulous is ridiculous). 

It’s hard to choose, so I limited it to my go-to long fics for you that I have ALREADY sorted on my lists you see in that window above there :D I’ve put them in word count order for you :D

TOP 20 FAVE 40K+ w. FICS || APRIL 2017

Goodness Gives Extras by mydwynter (E, 39,629 w. || Fluff & Angst, Case Fic, Oral / Anal, Humour, First Time, Miscommunication, Snark, Christmas) – 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. (okay I’m cheating with the word count on this one but it’s so good!! One of my ALL TIME FAVES)

Right Hand Man by SilentAuror (E, 42,031 w. ||  H/C, Injury, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Mary is Not Nice) – When John’s left arm becomes paralysed after a car accident, Mary asks Sherlock to take him back to Baker Street to recuperate, as she’s about to give birth. Despite the fact that the search for Moriarty is ongoing, Sherlock takes John in and takes responsibility for overseeing his rehabilitation as he adjusts to the loss of his arm. (FAVE FAVE FAVE)

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

The Case of the Vanishing Pants by SwissMiss (E, 44,025 w. || Post-TRF, Case Fic, UST, Homophobia, Friends to Lovers) – Five times John and Sherlock lost their pants in the course of a case.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible.

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T, 47,798 w. || Fake Relationship, Slow Burn, Post TRF Angst) – Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock’s faked death and return.

Triage by scullyseviltwin (E, 51,612 w. || Character Injury, Introspection) – Sherlock’s mind goes exceedingly, devastatingly quiet and gray-blank. When he speaks it’s through a thick haze, it’s through molasses, he’s so disconnected from the words that it may as well be the unconscious shooter speaking.

Coventry by standbygo (E, 52,020 w. || Dollhouse AU, First Time/Kiss, BAMF John, Slow Burn, Falling in Love, Case Fic) – “Let me get this straight,” John said, wondering when his life had become a science fiction film. “Some guy orders up a personality, a person, to his specifications, and they program this into a real live person, who has consented to do this, and she goes to this person and acts as his wife, or lawyer, or Royal Marine, or Navy Seal or what have you, and she has all the skills, all the knowledge, everything? Then you say the magic words, and she follows you back to The House, and they erase it all until her next appointment?”

Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical (E, 55,055 w. || Drumsticks, First Time, Love Confession, Self-Sexual-Discovery) – John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows. Sherlock wants to help. They’re in love. You know the drill.

Wars We Fought, Things We’re Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w. || Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case) –  Five months after John’s world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

The Progress of Sherlock Holmes by ivyblossom (E, 62,006 w || Sherlock POV, Pining, Angst, Slow Burn, Infidelity, Sherlock Learns About Himself, Happy Ending) – Sherlock struggles with his feelings for John, makes a mistake, and learns just how important he and John are to each other. Non-BBC Mary / John, but it’s a *complicated* relationship.

Perdition’s Flames by i_ship_an_armada (E, 63,435 w., || Treklock AU, Est. Rel, Genetic Engineering, Angst & Fluff, BAMF!John) – Sherlock would do anything to save him. Risk anything. Give anything. His money, his life. His soul. What he does, though, is change both of their destinies forever. Genetic re-engineering is the only option left. It turns out researchers underestimated the life expectancy and potential abilities of genetically re-engineered subjects. The British government and what would eventually become the United Federation of Planets, however, had not. Part 1 of PF Universe

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit…

The Moonlight and the Frost by CaitlinFairchild (E, 77,289 w. || Case Fic, Post-HLV, Self Harm, Virgin Sherlock, First Time, Oral/Anal/Rimming, Romance, Angst, Mary is Not Nice) – John has to somehow rebuild his life in the wake of Mary’s betrayal and Sherlock’s deceptions.

A Case of Identity by jkay1980 (T, 91,009 w. || Fake Relationship, Post-TRF, Case Fic) – John and Sherlock have succeeded in rebuilding their friendship after Sherlock’s fake suicide, but an unusual case puts their relationship to the test. They pretend to be engaged and attend a marriage counseling workshop. Under the pretext of the case, Sherlock turns out to be a master of seduction, and John finally learns he might like Sherlock more than he thought. Slowly, John discovers that he loves Sherlock not only in a friendly, brotherly way, but both men have to fight their own demons before they can think of taking their relationship to a new level… [[I love this fic SO MUCH]]

Shatter the Darkness (Let the Light In) by MojoFlower (E, 109,683 w. || GenieLock, Torture, H/C, Magical Realism) Fairy tales are for those who remember how to dream; not John Watson, broken and hiding from his bleak future in a beige bedsit. But then he discovers a lamp and finds himself in the dangerous riptide of an enigmatic man whose very existence is unbelievable, murder charges against his sister, and the growing pains of feeling alive once more. {{This is a REALLY great story, which tears at your heart consistently}}.

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) – After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it’s supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

Midnight Blue Serenity by BeautifulFiction (E, 151,907 w. || Friends to Lovers, Gay Bar / For a Case, Drugs, Pining, Case Fic, UST) – When Sherlock infiltrates a club in order to track down a serial killer, his altered appearance is enough to make John question his assumption that Sherlock is beyond his reach. However, is he the only one who appreciates his flatmate’s charms, or is Sherlock at risk of becoming the next victim?

A Fold in the Universe by darkest_bird (E, 152,857 w. || O-John, A-Sherlock || Body Swap, Crossing Universes, DubCon, H/C, Angst, Happy Ending) – Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other?

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori  (E, 156,714 w. || Hollywood AU, Coming Out, Show Business) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?

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Summary: You were Sherlock’s only friend when he was a teenager. Mycroft calls you to come over to help get Sherlock out of his room to discover he was not there.

Characters: Teen!Sherlock, Teen!Mycroft

Warning: mentions of drugs

Word Count: 1,841

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TFP - EURUS Holms is not real!

There is a woman pretending to be Sherlock’s sister, but how can he forget a sibling?

We don’t know, if there is a real sister of Sherlock and Mycroft, the explanation in TFP is not satisfying. If Mycroft was able to re-write Sherlock’s memories, what else did he manipulate? This would also imply, that he has more power over Sherlock, as we want to imagine.

Sherlock knows her as a blond women, that came to his flat a few weeks ago, pretending to be ‘Faith Smith’ and when he ‘picked up’ John at his therapist (without recognizing that it was the same person) – as EURUS she looks again different, acts different.

Is EURUS real and a missing Holms sibling or maybe one of Moriarty’s or Mycroft’s agents or even sent from Sherrinford, the real secret sibling?

We have seen her in 3 disguises before (Faith Smith, ‘E’xx the woman in the Bus, John’s new therapist) so we don’t know, how she really looks like.

As John points out in therapy, that she barely news Sherlock, she explains ‘Oh no, we met before, we spent a whole night together, it was lovely, we had chips…!

John’s jealous look – let me instantly think about Moriarty’s plan to ‘burn out Sherlock’s heart!

During her introduction to John, EURUS locks the door to the garden to ensure, that he can’t escape, but what is her motive to hurt or kill John?

Culverton gave me Faith original note, a mutual friend put us in touch…”

(Who was this mutual friend – was it MORIARTY???) Consulting criminal - it is his style to use others to separate John and Sherlock, like he used Irene Adler before.

At the same time, we get a proper connection to Moriarty, when Sherlock finds the ‘big one’, the real message that links to Moriarty, hidden on Faith original note!

What do we expect Sherlock to do, when he realizes, that Moriarty is behind it? – He knows that John is in danger and that he needs to protect John.

John is the only person, that knows the name ‘EURUS’ and about her disguises. Sherlock is still finding out about it, when he finds the hidden note.

We know, that she has a real gun – no tranquilizer – and that she really shoots at John.

If we look at the position she is holding the gun, I assume that she hits John somewhere in the shoulder or chest, so he might be heavily injured. (Please not one of his beautiful eyes…!!!)

We hear the shot and see the move of the firing pin, see gun smoke, so the creators want to make sure that we believe that it was a real shot!

I’m convinced that Sherlock found John badly injured, after he got shot. John needs to tell Sherlock before he is fainting, that it was Sherlock’s sister ‘EURUS’ who shot him and about her disguise, because John is the only person, that knows her name at the end of TLD.

John getting shot and survives is cannon in ‘The adventure of the three Garridebs’ Sherlock is panicking and takes care of him ‘It was worth a wound, it was worth many wounds, to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask.“ This is what John writes in ‘The Strand’ after he got shot in the leg in the original ACD story.

I don’t think that the writers will miss the opportunity to show us Sherlock suffering about John’s life!!!

Sherlock needs to find a way to save John, therefore he uses his mind palace, to find the answer. (I already did a post about that, TFP – is Mind Palace, Sherlock’s coming out’.)

TFP is completely mind palace. Sherlock uses EURUS as his mirror, putting him to all the tests, He needs to find out more about himself and to confront himself with all necessary questions. Look at her, she is the female Sherlock!

She has the same brown curled hair, blue eyes and is playing violin.

Villains are always introduced from there backside in Sherlock, like EURUS in her cell.

So just start to think about EURUS as a tool Sherlock needs to discover his own being in his mind palace, she represents his cold, calculating, reflected and violent side.

Just listen to the taped EURUS information’s: Why am I here? No one ever tells me. Am I being punished?’

There is no such thing as bad. Good and bad are fairy tales (? It always comes back to this when Moriarty is involved!) we have evolved, we touch emotional significance of which it is nothing more than a survival strategy of the pack animal. We have the condition to invest stability and utility (‘utility was used by Mycroft in HLV to describe Sherlock). Good isn’t really good, evil isn’t really wrong, blossoms aren’t really pretty - you are a prisoner of your own meat!’ - ‘Why aren’t you?’

– ‘I’m too clever’ that is definitely Sherlock speaking of himself – pure mind!

Remember: ‘Sentiment is a chemical defect, found on the losing side’ – Sherlock to Irene.

This is Sherlock’s moral code, how he had always seen the world, that he is too clever to be a prisoner of his own meat (heart). 100% brain without a heart, he is too clever to allow that emotions cloud his judgement- it is pure self-control and his protection.

We can see him struggle with himself about this many times, e.g. at the fire place in the THoB ‘I need to distract myself from feelings.. it is the fly in the ointment. the crack in the lens.’ In the green house scene in TAB, he repeats that, etc. 

Now he has his doubts, if this is the right strategy for live and for a good reason: He is in love with John and does not know how to express emotions, because he has never allowed himself to live through them before. So he needs to understand, needs to learn quickly.

So how can Sherlock who repressed his feelings his entire life learn to open up to John to let him see his warm heart behind his cold mask???

I am trying to help you. Helping someone is the best way you can help yourself.’  - EURUS in the taped information.

Sherlock solves cases - helping others is his strategy to help himself not to use drugs to cope with his isolation. But he hardly can accept to be surrounded by people, because he does not understand their feelings and is always insecure when they mention his lack of emotions. So he separated himself from his family, does not allow himself to have friends and is arrogant to all people around him to keep the distance, but this was going to change since John is in his life, he changed him, made it possible to open up a little bit.

Mycroft is the only family member that has regular contact with him. But Sherlock does not like his attention and surveillance, feels always in competition with his older brother. Mycroft pretended to worry about him constantly, but is cold, not a really loving brother figure. He monitors his mental state and Sherlock is somehow aware of that. He taught him this moral code once to protect Sherlock, but also protect his political career. Therefore he is reassuring, that Sherlock is observed, all the time.

But why? What is his motive? Maybe that Mycroft was remarkable, but if EURUS = Sherlock, he is incandescent, an era defining genius beyond Newton (?!?), clinically unique, was able to manipulate people since (S)he was 5 and is an adult now, so has now reached perfection in this. 

Is Mycroft jealous or afraid? Is this the reason he needs to control his younger brother?

John is different, he is the only person that accepts Sherlock for who he is, who knows him for real, who completely cares. This is why Sherlock deeply cares about him -  why he fell in love with him. John is selfless, does not judge, helps Sherlock to understand others around him and gives friendly advice when he was rude to someone without knowing. He saves him whenever necessary in every possible way, does not need to compete with him, kills a bad guy to protect him and is offering to die for Sherlock to protect him. John became Sherlock’s world, his new home – This for me represents pure love… (Without any sexual intention for now, only the longing, the fantasizing …)

So here we are again. Sherlock is at the fork of his path, he needs to find out, whom to follow in future, Mycroft (brain, calculating machine) or John (heart).

Stepping closer to the glass, EURUS tells him, that after REDBEARD (s)he could no longer feel the difference between laughing and crying. – So what happened, that was so life changing? – It must have been a real trauma, that changes a little kid like that…

Sherlock askes EURUS ‘Tell me what I don’t know.’ -Touch the glass’

You are not used to being unsure… look at you, the man who sees trough everything is exactly the man that doesn’t notice, when there is nothing to see trough.’

There is no glass, there are no 2 different people… it is just Sherlock, he is in his mind prison, unable to escape. As the hands of Sherlock and EURUS touch, you can see, that he realizes that he is not confronted with his sister - he is confronted with himself.

EURUS is another part of his subconscious mind that knows everything, the hard drive is big enough to remember it all. It hits him and he is afraid because his subconscious mind is violent and attacks him, knocks him out – ‘Stop me killing him’.

EURUS = little girl on the plain = SHERLOCK

(Did some other posts on TFP before if you are interested, e.g. the little girl on the plain…)

Some things support this theory, e.g. there is no photo showing little EURUS in his mind palest after he is informed that she existed, no sign of her in Mycroft’s family movie…) She is not real!!! (Everything else is transport…)

When Sherlock got knocked down by EURUS, in parallel the complete prison is under alert (so clearly mind palace) – and the devil, the virus in the data (Moriarty) resurface, but most of the time as an image. Sherlock was always afraid of Moriarty, that’s why he did not allow himself to have feelings for John. When dream John realizes the voice, he is knocked out, too in parallel.

(updated 9/2317)


Ages of Man Series:  Teen Mystrade

  • The Shop Boy (105,871 words) - Sometimes, taking care of Sherlock had its benefits…

  • The School Boy (320,743 words) - As Mycroft and Lestrade pursue their own relationship, Sherlock learns the meaning of friendship with the new boy in his school, John Watson.

  • The Police Man (178,898 words) - The third installment of the Ages of Man series finds Mycroft and Greg navigating the waters of their relationship as Mycroft manages college/work and Greg moves from being a schoolboy to a policeman.  What sounds simple and placid is, of course, nothing of the sort, due to the small goblin population of the area, whose names are Sherlock and John, as well as the standard joys, turmoil, passions and pitfalls of being in love…

  • The Harvest (5538 words) - a one-shot in the Ages of Man universe

Lets You Know You’re Alive Series (Mystrade begins in TOSOTM): Cabinlock

  • Take Them Where You Find Them (147,578 words) - When Martin goes missing, Arthur makes a decision that leads him to an unusual new friendship… with Sherlock Holmes.

  • The Other Side of the Mirror (257,811 words) - Mycroft Holmes is a very busy man. How is it that one Detective Inspector can help him feel like a less busy man, even when a personal crisis rears its ugly head? And his home fills with visitors. And relatives. And, of course, Arthur Shappey…

  • We Are What We Are (185,683 words) - With trials, tribulations and tragedy darkening their pasts and clouding their futures, how do the boys from London and Fitton find health, happiness and hanging baskets filled with fluffy kittens (that one’s mainly for Arthur)…

  • Over the Rainbow (301,540 words WIP) - Carries on from the upheavals of We Are What What We Are and finds the London-Fitton alliance growing even stronger, and enjoying a wealth of surprises that only this raggedy band could discover…


Of Sinners and Saints - (59,850 words, WIP) - They grew up in a rough neighborhood, where an intelligent, gentle boy like Mycroft Holmes would have been savaged if it wasn’t for the fact that his best friend was Greg Lestrade, one of the toughest kids around and one who was devoted to keeping Mycroft safe from anyone who might want to hurt him.  When Mycroft won a scholarship to a prestigious college, that same heart shattered and, without Mycroft’s steady support and clear sense of right and wrong, however, Greg takes a different path and forges a life in the criminal underworld.  After a ‘business’ deal goes bad, Greg races to the one person he knows he can trust, but have Greg’s choices forever closed the door on their relationship, be it one of friendship or something much, much more?   When an unfamiliar car pulls up to the front of Mycroft’s church, that question has a chance to be answered…

Congratulations, Mr. Holmes, It’s a Ghost! (169,810 words, ghost au) - A punishing storm strands Mycroft in a remote inn where the residents are friendly, helpful, but not necessarily among the living.  The one specifically not among the living takes a special interest in their guest and isn’t shy about making that fact known…

Another Form of Flesh and Blood (243,495 words, android au) - Police Sergeant Greg Lestrade truly disliked the part of the job that had him return runaway androids to their owners or, for the abandoned or confiscated ones, to the government-approved private shelters that housed them until they again could be sold.  Returning this particular escapee, Mycroft, to his shelter stung a little more than usual, but that wasn’t important in the grand scheme of things.  After all, it wasn’t as if he’d ever see the bot again…

Artist in Residence (299,628 words, artist AU) - Mycroft Holmes is a poor artist with secrets hiding in the shadows of his life and a brother who is something of a human hurricane. PC Greg Lestrade is a young and eager member of law enforcement who never thought he’d find the man of his dreams sitting on a box in front of an easel…

Share the Stars with You (237,312 words, Victorian au ) - Set in Victorian times, we find Mycroft as a sedentary man of wealth and power and Greg as an explorer, a true man of action.  Given their opposite natures, could it be these two might actually achieve the one thing neither has ever thought possible - finding someone to love?

The Reality of Expectations (131,633 words, porn star au) - Mycroft has long taken comfort, and pleasure, from the films of a certain porn star, following the man through decades of his career.   Now, that man has plunged into his life and Mycroft has no choice but to move from fantasy to reality as they get to know one another…

Happily Ever After (119,516 words, royalty au) - Crown Prince Mycroft discovers that his brother, Sherlock, is escaping from the castle to spend time with a new friend, John Watson. How fortunate that this new friend comes with his own rather protective guardian, the young and handsome man of the law, Greg Lestrade.

By the Pale Moonlight (175,188 words, vampire au) - When young vampire, Mycroft Holmes, ran across young drifter, Greg Lestrade, in the woods one warm summer’s evening, neither had any idea they’d found the love of their life… well, maybe they had some idea, but Sherlock’s petulant shrieking might have clouded things a bit…

Trip the Light Fantastic (137,782 words, demon au) - Mycroft’s need for an escort to the school dance wins him a very surprising candidate when he finds an old book of spells in an abandoned occult shop…

Dream a Little Dream (81,761 words, dreams/alternate reality au) -  Mycroft Holmes knows he’s not the most scintillating man in the world, but wonders what it would be like if there was just a bit more sparkle in his smile.  Or if he had a smile at all.  Like a certain Detective Inspector of his acquaintance, who he would very much like to make a better acquaintance, if he only had the chance.  Perhaps a little wish might be of help… at least in his dreams…

It Takes a Village (14,529 words) - Greg’s birthday looms and Mycroft is not making a good showing on the birthday front, something that’s bothering both him and Greg.   Fortunately, they’re not short of ears to hear their various woes and sorrows…

The Joy of Art (9343 words) - Mycroft’s moaning about his rusty artistic skills pushes his PA to enroll him in a life drawing class.  His initial reluctance begins to fade until he realizes just who will be the model - a certain Detective Inspector whose naked body is already the stuff of his fondest dreams…

Just a Tiny Holiday (5629 words) - Mycroft has been working far too hard and Greg is determined to make him rest and relax.  Something unique and cozy seems the perfect thing to make that happen…

All You Need is Rum (37,990 words, Greg’s a tiki aficionado) - Mycroft has to beg assistance from Lestrade to find Sherlock, who is hiding from being given an assignment.  What Mycroft discovers as he visits the DI to make the request raises more than his eyebrow…

When We Assume (27,168 words) - Greg Lestrade has accepted a date with Mycroft Holmes. Now, the Detective Inspector needs to get himself out of his own head…

Tabula Rasa (3102 words) - Lestrade hoped to find Sherlock and John when he went to their flat about a case.  What he actually found was far more interesting…

Sunshine on My Shoulders (967 words) - Mycroft and Lestrade’s beach holiday is not going quite the way the Detective Inspector had planned and Mycroft shows no remorse over that fact…

Kiss a Ginger Day (1368 words) - When a certain day rolls around, Greg is reminded of a little something and, to his good fortune, has a chance to explore the matter in more depth…

The Kindness of Almost Strangers (2933 words) - Being stuck in London traffic was not Lestrade’s favorite way to pass the time, but today might be an exception…

Happy Birthday, Mr. Holmes (3393 words) - It’s Mycroft’s birthday and it certainly cannot be described by the term 'happy’ or any other word that signifies glad tidings.  Fortunately, there’s one person who might be willing, and able, to change all of that…

A Burden Shared (1603 words) - Inspired by a certain scene in The Abominable Bride that highlights Mycroft’s love and concern for his brother, despite Sherlock’s apparent lack of love and concern for himself.  The Mystrade bit is just shameless self-indulgence

A Conversation Worth Having (1814 words, TAB tie-in) - What if Mind Palace Mycroft and Mind Palace Lestrade had a small conversation about Mycroft’s little wager with Sherlock…

It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas (3420 words) - Greg Lestrade is not a happy camper about the eruption of holiday festivities around him, but Mycroft Holmes is not exactly of the same mind…

All’s Fair in Love and War (7857 words) - Greg Lestrade is the powerful editor of a scandalous tabloid and Mycroft Holmes’s former longtime lover.  Unfortunately, the ‘former’ part doesn’t sit well with Mr. Lestrade and he hopes that he might be able to change that.  Mycroft, however, seeks to change other things and Greg has some hard decisions to make if he wants Mycroft back in his life…

A Whiter Shade of Ice (5981 words) - Greg’s attempt to take Mycroft ice skating isn’t as successful as he would have hoped, but Mycroft isn’t one to let unsuccessful situations stand for very long…

The Suspicious Disappearance of Ties (1168 words) - Greg begins to notice a very suspicious pattern concerning his ties and Mycroft does not seem inclined to share his concern…

Fingers Might Talk (4500 words) - Lestrade asks for and receives lessons in sign language from Mycroft, which leads to a nice trip to the pub after an afternoon of instruction… and more lessons mean more time to get to know each other…

Paper, Bow, Ribbon and Scotch (2896 words, Christmas) - Lestrade volunteered to assist with the Christmas toy drive at work and Mycroft is delighted to step in and assist. That may be a decision he comes to regret…

The Snow King (995 words) - Greg loves a good snowy day… Mycroft truly does not see the appeal. At least, at first…

That Try Men’s Souls (2515 words) - Lestrade has been carrying around some worry lately about his and Mycroft’s relationship and decides to take steps to make things better… much to Mycroft’s dismay…

A Model Patient (1800 words) - Mycroft Holmes is sick with a very bad cold, however, a man of his poise and control is a blessedly perfect patient. In his own opinion, of course…

It’s Just Easier To Do It Yourself (2841 words) - Greg needs to do a little shopping and Mycroft decides to accompany him, something the Detective Inspector knows is not going to end well for either of them…

The Terrifying Arthur Shappey (5743 words) - Greg Lestrade’s holiday is on hold due to one of GERTI’s temper tantrums and Arthur Shappey is happy to keep him company. Of course, alcohol makes all things far more interesting… look for Mystrade after the hangover is conquered…

Sometimes You Need a Push (3060 words) - John is tired of waiting for Sherlock to admit to what he feels, so the good doctor enlists a little help to push things along a bit…

Anything for Love (4461 words) - Greg is being very sneaky about a project and Mycroft very much intends to find out why. Of course, what Mycroft wants, Mycroft doesn’t always get…

The Bonds of Family (2711 words, mpreg) - Mycroft is very pregnant, Lestrade is very patient… surely their home life is the epitome of harmony…

The Winds of Change (1249 words) - Greg wants to change his hair… but he’s the only one who likes the idea…

Our Little Boy (5379 words) - Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade and their son as they move through the years… parenting is nothing if not very hard work…

And Many More (2501 words - Future Mystrade) - It’s Greg’s birthday and it’s not quite as merry as he hoped. Luckily, he’s got friends to help change that…

Do You Believe in Magic (2984 words, Future Mystrade) - What if John Watson had met Greg Lestrade in another time and in another place. And Greg is not exactly who he seems to be…

Enemy Mine (489 words) - Mycroft discovers Lestrade’s new purchase and is not happy with it.  Not one tiny bit…

A Man Can’t Have Any Peace (3521 words) - Lestrade has a rare day off and it doesn’t go quite to plan.  Not that that’s always a bad thing…

There Are Always Exceptions (3957 words) - Lestrade is enamored with a young, nubile female and Mycroft is none too happy about the fact.  Especially since said female is making a home in their patio…

Worth a Thousand Words (2643 words) - Lestrade finds a surprise in Mycroft’s office, one that Mycroft desperately needs to explain…

The Unanticipated Arrival (8549 words, mpreg) - In this world, certain males are lucky enough to be able to have babies… not that Greg is considering himself particularly lucky at the moment…

The Hands of Fate (2982 words) - Greg buys a deck of tarot cards and wants to tell Mycroft’s fortune.  Mycroft, however, is not excited about the idea, especially as the cards begin to fall…

The Time of the Season (2180 words, Halloween) - Mycroft surprises Lestrade with a trip to the States for the DI to celebrate Halloween in grand American style.  Of course, this means he has to celebrate in grand American style, as well, and that is a lot harder than Mycroft had expected…

The Christmas Spirit (2842 words, Christmas) - Lestrade finds Mycroft Holmes in a very unexpected place and it leads to very unexpected things… at least for the two men involved…

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year (4341 words, Christmas) - When Mycroft comes to Lestrade on Christmas Eve, a little bedraggled and very mysterious, asking for assistance, Lestrade is not about to refuse…

It’s Not Always Wine and Roses (2986 words) - Sometimes, things are hard, and Greg’s not sure if this is one time too many.  Unfortunately, the only person he can find to talk to about it is Sherlock…

Saturday Matinee (3251 words) - Lestrade is thrilled to enjoy a day off with a good sci-fi film.  Someone else seems to think that’s a fine idea, too…

Saturday Matinee,,, The Younger Years (2043 words) - Young Greg Lestrade has money for a film and he plans to make the most of it… happily, someone else has something similar in mind…

The Eye of the Beholder (2374 words) - Mycroft has had a very hard several months and, to his shame, gained a good bit of weight from stress eating.  Of course, one of the first people he sees as things begin to wind down is the man he considers the most gorgeous thing to walk the planet - Greg Lestrade.

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Not Your Normal Date - When Mycroft asks Greg out for the evening, the DI truly didn’t predict that grave digging was going to be on the agenda…

Love in the Sand - Mycroft Holmes, famous archaeologist, has his hands full, in more ways that one, with his cheeky dig foreman, Greg Lestrade…

Timing is Everything - Greg steps in at a very opportune moment, when Mycroft is at the point of breakdown…

Afternoon Tea - Normally, a naked Lestrade would give Mycroft great joy… this, however, might not be one of those times…

On the Balcony - When Mycroft finds Greg on their balcony, he did not expect to find him naked…

My Only Remaining One - Sad fic…

First Impressions - First meeting fic at a crime scene…

Can’t Keep a Good Man Down - Greg is in the hospital.  That doesn’t quash his libido, though…

In the Most Interesting Places - Our boys meet in a nightclub…

When We Were Young - First meeting fic with PC Greg and agent Mycroft

Birthdays are the Best Days - It’s Mycroft’s birthday and Greg is at a loss for a present…

A Little Business Party - Mycroft is hosting a simple business party… or so Greg assumes… written for the Silver Fox Saturday marriage equality celebration

The Big Day - It’s Sherlock and John’s wedding day and Lestrade is there to help…

mild-lunacy  asked:

Hi Ivy! I know I already asked one question, but as usual there's more than one on my mind. I was just wondering if you see any narrative explanation for why John and Sherlock spent so little time alone together on-screen in Series 4. Not just in TFP, which is we agree is understandable, but they were constantly together with Mary in TST and estranged for most of TLD. This goes against the patterns established in the entire rest of the show. What's your take on what's going on here?

The answer to this technical question is pretty simple: the only scenes that make it into a story are the ones that contain tension and conflict, something that requires resolution. A story should only contain scenes that move it forward. If there is no tension or conflict between two characters, nothing to resolve or problem to explore, a scene between the two of them alone will not appear in the story. It will be assumed, but not shown. That’s why we don’t see Sherlock and John hiring a scary clown, making a plan to deal with Mary’s ghosts, planting the GPS on Mary’s thumb drive, traveling together to Morocco, etc. 

I think the total amount of time Sherlock and John spend together is, in keeping with the existing pattern, on the increase.

Sherlock and John spend a lot of time together in series 1, but John is still trying to maintain a life of his own outside of his life with Sherlock; he has a job and a girlfriend, and he stalks off on his own sometimes. He occasionally leaves Sherlock to his own devices (bad idea, John).

In series 2, John starts out trying to keep a girlfriend, but fails. In A Scandal in Belgravia, Irene tells him he and Sherlock are a couple, and from that point on John seems to accept the truth of that. For the rest of series 2, right up until Sherlock’s fake death, they are inseparable. There is no girlfriend, no job, and no other priority keeping John from Sherlock. It is slightly uneasy as it’s an unspoken and, we later discover, lopsided commitment made only by John.

They have not been as joined at the hip as that since. Possibly until The Final Problem.

In series 3, John is not living at 221b. They are estranged at the beginning of that series, John and Mary go on honeymoon, and Sherlock is incommunicado for a month during it. I think it’s safe to say that Sherlock and John spend the least amount of time together in this series, so much so that John gets visibly antsy about it.

In series 4, they are starting to join back up again, but in a new way. John’s life is completely different now, and they are trying to find a way to make it all work. I think they do pretty well. John is struggling in his marriage, but his relationship with Sherlock is getting close to where it was in series 2. Mary gets included in the work from time to time, but Sherlock and John are still very much a partnership, which shows through when Mary gets scared and bolts. Sherlock is present when John confronts Mary about her secrets; it’s such a private moment, and yet John is comfortable with Sherlock within earshot.

Their estrangement in series 4 is significant and extreme, I’ll grant you. But it resolves in a way that brings them closer to one another than they’ve ever been: when they are alone together, they are finally honest with each other and understand one another. The end of The Lying Detective is the most intimate scene between them we’ve ever seen. That estrangement is the dissonant chord that resolves into their perfect, mutual union.

I know I’m probably alone in this, but I spent The Final Problem marveling at how very resolved Sherlock and John’s relationship is. From Sherlock’s casual joke about John’s therapy bill to John completely understanding Sherlock’s emotional reaction to the sequence of events at Sherrinford without him uttering a word, to John inviting Sherlock to watch his dead wife’s last words with him, to the looks on their faces in the final montage where they so happy they seems almost out of character, I think their time alone together is between them now. We are no longer an audience for it. As the story concludes, our time observing them comes to an end. That’s the beginning of a new story.

He has always loved her.

I was always convinced of that fact. I was one of the very few Sherlolly shippers out there who firmly believed that it would become canon. I knew I could be wrong, of course. But I think this is it. Or rather as close to canon as we can get. To me, the Final Problem confirms all of the suspicions I’ve ever had as to why they wrote Sherlock and Molly the way they did. Take note that what follows is obviously with shipper goggles on. But still. 

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anonymous asked:

About the prompts 125, that should be interesting

this isn’t very long but I hope you like it. thanks for the prompt ♥

125. “Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep. Wait…are you…what?!”

Rustling. Lots of rustling. It was driving her mad. She groaned, rolling over onto her side; she’d just about drifted off back to sleep when the fidgeting started again, this time large hands travelled up her hips and covered her rounded stomach. Molly kicked out.

“Quit moving, I’m trying to sleep,” she mumbled, unwilling to open her eyes for at least another hour. The movement beneath the bedcovers continued until Molly gritted her teeth, switching on the bedside lamp and tearing off the sheets. Her husband, consulting detective Sherlock Holmes, blinked up at her, smiling sheepishly. Molly glanced down at her protruding belly, “wait…are you…what?!”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” Sherlock said, scurrying into a sitting position beside her on their bed. He gestured at the device strapped around her midriff, “I wanted to listen to the baby’s heartbeat…and measure their reactions to my violin.”

Molly hauled herself into a sitting position, smiling at her unbelievable fool, “is that so?”

The Holmes’ snuggled close, holding hands as they listened to the three beating hearts of their growing children. Tears welled in Molly’s eyes as she imagined raising them with the love of her life; ever since she’d discovered she was having triplets, both of them had wavered between panic and excitement but, ultimately, neither of them could wait until they’d meet their little bundles of joy.

“I’m composing three individual lullabies,” Sherlock was saying fondly as he stroked her belly, “they’ll each have their own. We’ll make sure they never feel left out.”

Molly tilted her head to kiss him properly, resting her head on his shoulder, “that’s beautiful. It’ll certainly keep you busy.”

“Worth it, Molly,” Sherlock replied, melodies and  tunes already arranging themselves in his head, “absolutely worth it.”

The Cindergirl

This is a commission for the lovely (and patient) @bkst-tutu1b and acts as a companion piece to my story, Ashfool. Since my patron is kind, she has asked I share it with all of you. Enjoy!

~ Trick of The Light ~

The first time he sees her, she’s reading.

Curled up in the corner of the kitchen hearth, a stump of a candle beside her, she looks like some faerie creature, a trick of the light conjured from candles and soot. Barefoot, her long, mahogany hair hanging down about her face, her expression is that of someone transported to another world. (Sherlock knows that his own expression often mirrors hers, when he is engaged by a book). She’s wearing an ugly, well-worn night-rail and a shawl, her delicate frame swamped by both. Two filthy, bare feet poke out from beneath its length; The clothing makes her look tiny. Delicate. Vulnerable.

The thought causes a twinge of consternation within him, accompanied by flutter of feeling which he tells himself he doesn’t recognise.

There’s… There’s just something about her that tugs at his intuition, but try as he might Sherlock can’t work out what it is.

That she doesn’t know he’s there is obvious: were she aware that a strange man is wandering through her family home then she would doubtless try to raise bloody murder, and then Sherlock would have to do something tedious like threaten her in order to keep her quiet. An image of that scenario flashes behind his eyes and, not for the first time in his current situation, he feels a flash of revulsion so visceral it surprises him. The thought of harming yet another innocent in his quest to bring Moriarty to justice makes him grimace, and (again) not for the first time he finds himself wondering why he ever let Mycroft talk him into this charade-  

So it really is fortunate, he muses, that this little Cindergirl has no idea he’s watching her, and will not, therefore, have to be silenced.

In fact, with a bit of luck he’ll be in and out of the Viscountess’ Donleavy’s boudoir before his bookworm has a chance to notice him at all.

His path thus chosen, Sherlock nods to himself. Tries to regain his focus. He will turn his attention from this odd little creature and deal with the matter at hand. So he sets to creeping stealthily up the stairs and into the upper storeys of the house, where Mycroft has assured him Donleavy’s correspondence with Moriarty is hidden-

He finds nothing- turns out the Viscountess is not so foolish as to leave her papers in a place he can easily access- but despite that, Sherlock cannot help but think that his incursion was far from a wasted trip.

He finds himself thinking of his Cindergirl long after he’s back in his own rooms.

He finds himself thinking of those bare feet and that thin frame. The intense concentration on her face as she read.

He tells himself it doesn’t matter, but he can’t help suspecting that’s a lie.

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Sherlock is very happy when John moves into 221B together with Rosie.
He buys Rosie a big plush bee, and the little girl loves it. She falls asleep on it every evening.
He buys John his favourite jam and when John is sleeping in the morning, Sherlock makes breakfast. The surprised and happy smile, John gives him, when he stuggers down the stairs into the kitchen and sees the laid table, warms Sherlock’s heart and makes him smile too.
In the evening Sherlock plays the violin for Rosie in John’s room. He discovers that Bach makes her tired and Mozart makes her laugh.
He also plays for John. Until John closes his eyes and relaxes. Until every stress wrinkle disappears from his face.
And when they’re both sleeping, Rosie and John, Sherlock smiles and puts down the violin.
He goes into his own room and lies down in his bed.
He’s happy, that they are there. Really happy.
And it could always be like this. Always.
Even when John will always be just his best friend, who sleeps in the room above him. Even when … John won’t know.
Because. The important thing is, that they’re happy.
Sherlock closes his eyes and falls asleep with a little smile on his face.

Hidden behind the curtain pt. I

Author: Dalila
Ship: Sherlock x Reader
Word count: 1.820
Summary: Sherlock Holmes isn’t a person to impress easily. And yet, you managed to impress and surprise the famous London detective and through that – you got a chance to entangle your life path with his.
Warnings: some cursing.
Author’s note: (IMPORTANT) This is an idea that made me start this blog. I’m very happy to present it to you now. I have ideas as to what could happen in following parts, but it’s up to you if they will be written. Make sure to leave your opinion, I’d highly appreciate it

       London is not a welcoming place. It’s a labyrinth of human misdeeds, intrigues and greed. Nobody could enter without being influenced by its toxic atmosphere. Seemingly everyone in their right minds would stay away from that place. Especially young, innocent birds like (Y/N) (L/N)

      The problem was – you had no idea what was about to happen. 

      “The show starts in five minutes, damn it! Move your motherfucking ass to the stage!” you heard someone shout in the back, as you finished placing an old dusty wig on your head which made you look like a man taken straight from 17th century’s drawings. For a moment, you took in your reflection in a broken mirror. It  had been broken for a while now but you still could see yourself clearly, so the theatre didn’t bother getting a new one.

      Theatre was your passion, your inner voice. Despite being born in a wealthy family of scientists, you couldn’t find yourself matching the scheme. Always searching for something that could be your own, something powerful and beautiful. Art was speaking to you ever since you were a child. But your parents wouldn’t allow you to ‘waste your intelligence and legacy of your family’, in a way of compromise you agreed to become a psychologist. It was the last year of studying psychology when you decided that you’re not going to be defined by someone else and dropped out altogether to chase your dreams.

      “Show time…” you sighed, giving one last smirk to your own reflection. Not that chasing your dreams didn’t have it downfalls…

      “Are you taking me to the theatre?” John asked, frowning at the sight of tickets Sherlock just bought. The place didn’t seem like a fancy one, actually it was probably one of the smallest and worst looking theatres in the entire London. But Sherlock didn’t seem to be bothered by this.

      “I’m not taking you. I think this is the place our murderer chooses for his meetings with his boss. I know that he’s going to be there tonight. And if we’re lucky, we’ll have some track to begin with.” Sherlock lifted his head and breathed in the evening air. The wind blew through his curly hair as he observed the way clouds were gathering over his city. 

      After having his moment, Sherlock stepped into the building, giving the tickets to an old woman who could as well be the inspiration for the stereotypical image of a witch. Both men walked past her and entered the audience. “But be prepared that our targets will be the only interesting sight tonight. This indeed is the worst theatre I’ve ever seen. As if the idea of theatre wasn’t repulsive enough.

       “My guess is you must be (Y/N) (L/N).” you heard a deep, somewhat husky voice behind you as you pulled off the wig from your hair. Once again someone came to congratulate you on your performance. It was usually pleasant, knowing your work is appreciated. But there were cases, when men came to mock you or try to lurk into your bed. Downfalls of being the leading actress in one of the least known little theatres in London.

      And this man sure didn’t sound like someone who just wanted to voice their appreciation.

      “Your guess is wrong, mister.” You responded calmly looking in the mirror to get a glimpse of the two men. The deep voice had to belong to the tall man with curly black hair. Very nice cheekbones. And a confused look arising on his face. The shorter man’s features weren’t as sharp. You could only assume that it reflected on their personalities “I might be (Y/N) (L/N). I could as well be Lady Macbeth, Christine Daae, Cleopatra, Anne Boleyn… or Mercutio.”

      “Mercutio was a man, right?” said the other. You couldn’t help but giggle a little as your gaze returned to your own reflection. 

      “Yes, he was. But we don’t have enough talented men to fill all the roles.” You responded, with much more kindness towards the man. He didn’t seem like anything close to a douche, that was all you needed to be polite to him.

      What you didn’t know was that those were Sherlock Holmes and John Watson you were talking to. The famous consulting detective who just found your artistic work… impressive. Never before in his life had he witnessed someone take in their character the way you did. It fascinated him how you managed to truly behave like the character you were playing. Not allowing your own body language to ruin the impression, even for someone as observant as Sherlock.

      You surprised him, something he couldn’t just walk past by.

      But before he had a chance to speak, to voice his thoughts you got up from the chair and looked into his eyes. It was enough for him to lose his track of thought. Normally, that would be the moment he’d discover everything about you. By just looking into your eyes, noticing every small change in your body. But there was nothing. A plain wall, through which he couldn’t get past. You blocked his deducing skills, which left him speechless.

      “Thank you for the kind words, Mister. But I’m afraid that would be the end of your visit. I need to prepare for the next play. It was a pleasure to meet you.” You told John with a kind, genuine smile on your face. Only now Sherlock realized that John had said something, probably the basic phrase that you must have heard a thousand times already.

      Sherlock would find the right words to describe your performance, but you didn’t give him the chance.

      Almost automatically you reached out to unlock the door to the flat you’d been renting for a while now. It wasn’t the best place to live in, but at that point, you appreciated any place that provided you heat and a bed to sleep in. Theatre payment wasn’t enough for you to rent a proper place without dying of starvation. 

      That was the moment when you realized the door wasn’t locked. And the memory of closing it was still fresh in your head. 

      Your thoughts started racing, as you wondered what should you do. Surely the only reasonable answer was to run, as fast as you could. Maybe call the police on your way. Never before had you even thought of someone breaking in, especially in a place like this. There wasn’t much to steal. All you had were some personal belongings, nothing valuable. 

      That was the moment you realized there was something in there you couldn’t leave behind. Something that drew you towards the door, regardless of the danger that could still lurk there. 

      You stepped into the flat with much more confidence than you actually possessed, only to witness a tall man standing in the shadow. Forcing yourself to resist the temptation to scream or show your fear in any way, you took another step forward. “I suggest you leave now, before I call the police.” It took all your strength to keep your voice from quivering. Not once in your life you heard that if you act like a victim, the other person shall act like the predator. That was the time to use that knowledge.

      The dark figure walked towards you, stepping into the light of the hallway. Almost immediately you recognized the man from the theatre.

      “What the… were you following me?” you asked, not even trying to hide your frustration. All of sudden the fear disappeared, leaving you simply… confused. For some reason you didn’t feel scared of that man. There was still a possibility he could be someone extremely dangerous but… he didn’t look like it. He looked puzzled…


      “Of course I weren’t, otherwise I wouldn’t be here first. I was waiting for you. I can see you’re a lonely young woman who just moved in to London. Influential background, but you cut yourself from your family. Or rather they cut you off. Most likely because you’re different than them. Your mind always wandering off to places they’d consider unreachable… am I right?” he seemed rather pleased with himself. And all he’d said was right. Your family cut you off after you dropped out of university, you moved here to finally be able to live your own life. But all that didn’t matter, not at that very moment.

      “Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?” you asked, not risking coming closer to him. Instead you moved towards the kitchen cupboard, your eyes not leaving his for even one moment. You needed to check if your treasure was safe, if the bracelet was still safe…

      “There’s no need to reach for the knife you want to grab, I’m not here to harm you.” The man said and raised both of his hands in a sign of defeat. For a moment you thought that grabbing the kitchen knife as a defence wasn’t a bad idea, it had to be a logical assumption for him. Little did he know sometimes you valued old sentiments more than your own safety. “My name is Sherlock Holmes.”

      “Oh… I’ve heard of you actually.” the realization struck you. His face didn’t look familiar, but the name did ring a bell to you. London’s favourite detective, a man granted with intelligence ordinary people couldn’t even imagine. And he was in your flat, for some reason. “But your reputation doesn’t justify you breaking into my flat. What is it that you want?”

      Sherlock narrowed his blue eyes at you. For a moment you stood in silence, observing each other carefully. “I was wondering what made you such a convincing actress. Your portrayal of a character is impressively accurate. I’ve never seen someone disguise themselves so perfectly into being someone else.” His words sounded strange to you, but you could understand his point. His unusual form of appreciation even managed to move something in your heart. You wanted to thank him for his opinion, but the words lost their way to your mouth.

      “Is that it? Is that the reason you violated my privacy by coming here?” the fact remained, this man was an intruder and no matter his intentions he had no right to enter to your flat uninvited. “If so, then get out and better don’t come back.” You moved, so the way to the door was all clear for him. You were tired after a long day at work and you were in no mood to deal with this detective celebrity. Even though his presence touched something deep down in you, played on a lost string of your heart.

      “That isn’t the only reason I came. I see that it’s hard for you to make ends meet. And I do value your skills, so… I might have an interesting proposal for you, (Y/N).” you noticed how sparkles of light danced playfully in his eyes.

      That’s how it started

         …to be continued… 

so i have some lame crack-ish headcanons that i’d like to share with all of you, just bc i love to share

  • irene doesn’t get drunk often, but when she does she’s a clumsy drunk.
    - she also loses her patience with little things like taking off jewerly (ex. necklaces) or letting her hair down (let’s be honest here, she probably has tones of hairpins to keep her updo so fucken perfect all the time)
    -  one of the very few times sherlock saw her drunk, he watched her struggle with her hair for like five minutes before he took pity on her and stepped in
  • based on @equusgirl‘s headcanon. along stress baking, irene discovers she’s also a stress eater. boredom also leads her to try and reinvent some recipes, which ends up in her eating six different versions of the same recipe.
    -  because of this she ends up gaining a little weight. sherlock thinks it suits her
  • sherlock is a total bed hog, and irene won’t put up with his nonsense so whenever she stars losing space and blankets she’ll just wake him and tell him to stay in his own fuckin lane
  • irene is a pro at doing hair and make up. tbh, her doing her make up and hair on the car is the only possible explanation i can find to her changing from the No Make Up + Hair Down + Boyfriend’s Dressing Gown look to the Up Do + Flawlees Make Up + Jacques Azagury Dress look in a couple minutes
  • strip cluedo
  • drunk cluedo
Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 - Day Six

A/N: Somehow, and I have absolutely no idea how, I am on track to pull off seven short fics in seven days for my FOURTH Appreciation Week in a row!  So yay me.  Dialogue in the first scene is borrowed from “The Six Thatchers” because borrowing stuff from other people is apparently a thing I do this week.  Unbeta’d, as per.  Will go up on FF.net and Ao3 later tonight or early tomorrow morning.

Sherlolly Appreciation Week 2017 – Day Six (Canon Compliant – Season 4)


“Father, we ask you to send your blessings on this water.”  Vicar Thomlin drew the sign of the cross in the baptismal font.  “And sanctify it for our use this day, in Christ’s name.”

He turned to Mary, John, and their tiny baby.  “Now, what name have you given your daughter?”

John and Mary share a look, then Mary proudly told the Vicar, “Rosamund Mary.”

As if he were surprised, Sherlock lifted his gaze from his phone for a moment.  “Rosamund?”

“Means ‘rose of the world’,” Molly whispered.  She smiled. “Rosie for short.”

Sherlock nearly rolled his eyes before returning his attention to his phone.

“Didn’t you get John’s text?” she asked, wondering if there was some chance John had accidentally forgotten to inform Sherlock of the latest (and final, thank goodness) name choice.

“No, I delete his texts.”  His thumbs continued to fly across the mobile screen.  “I delete any text that begins, ‘Hi’.”

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It’s Complicated

Here it is! The last of the three promised gift fics. This one is for @notesoflore, who asked for some badass Johnlockary. Ask and ye shall receive! It’s a little longer than anticipated but, hopefully, it does it for you guys. You can also read it here on AO3. Enjoy! 

John really should have been used to being abducted. To waking up missing small chunks of time, feeling nauseous, cold and hungry and angry and sore. He had been friends with Sherlock long enough, and married to an ex-assassin, and had been abducted several times before. If you count anytime he had been shanghaied by Mycroft. Which he did. He really should have been more prepared.

But he wasn’t.

Though his eyes were closed, he winced hard as he slowly came to consciousness.

First things, first. Take stock, he thought to himself. He knew he was lying facedown on damp, cool concrete that smelled vaguely of mildew. Basement or a warehouse. He dragged his leaden arms up so he could push himself up and at least roll over onto his back. With a bitten-off groan, he succeeded and opened his eyes cautiously. It was dim, he blinked to clear his watery vision a little. Turning his head, he saw a single ceiling lamp, switched on, and nothing else. No furniture, no windows, not even piping. At least that meant they couldn’t tie him down to anything.

Next, he wiggled his fingers and toes and found them all in tact. His joints were sore but that probably had more to do with waking up on cement than anything else. His neck began to complain, throbbing at the juncture of his neck and shoulder. His hand came up to rub at it and he hissed in pain, the dull throb not unlike an amorous hickey.

Injection site, more force than necessary.

He wondered what they’d actually drugged him with, if they planned on keeping him drugged up or if whoever kidnapped him wanted him awake to interrogate him. As to what they would interrogate him about, John had no idea. Either way, he made an effort to be silent as he dragged himself up off the ground to prop his back against the nearest wall.

His mouth was dry, possibly a side effect of the drug and definitely a result of being dehydrated. He was unsure of how much time had passed but it was safe to say a couple hours at least. Squashing down his impending nausea and shoving aside his discomfort, he dug in his pockets to see what he still had on him. He had left the house this morning with his phone, keys, wallet, set of nail clippers, pocket flashlight, and handkerchief.

He frowned to realize whoever had taken him had been very thorough. It was too much to hope that he’d have his phone still on him, but stranger things had happened. In any case, they had cleaned him out.

Well, nothing for it now but to sit and wait. Just like in the army. Sit and wait.


Mary’s blood ran cold when she walked up on their car with their daughter in her arms. The bags John had been holding were scattered on the ground, keys left near the passenger rear wheel, no sign of John. Kidnapping, he’s been kidnapped. Again.

He had been out of her sight for no less than two minutes. While she got their daughter changed into a new nappy in the loo, John said he’d take the groceries out to the car. They were going to have a nice night in, movie and homemade pizza with the shit £10 wine like the normal couple they had convinced themselves they were.

Of course that was too much to ask for.

Not allowing panic to take control, she shifted Rosie on her hip and dug into her purse to pull out her phone and hit speed dial two. “You better pick up your goddamn phone, Sherlock Holmes,” Mary warned the empty air in front of her.

He answered on the first ring.

“Mary, to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“John’s gone,” she said, unable to keep the small tremor out of her voice. “Someone’s taken him.”

The answer was immediate. “Where are you?”

She told him her location and Sherlock assured her he’d be right there.

“Did you call the police?”

“Course not, they’re morons,” Mary said, trying for levity. They shared a strained laugh before she continued. “But they are the next call. We’ll need access to the lot feeds and they’ll be useful in that capacity.”

“Excellent, Mary. Don’t let them touch anything. I’m already on my way.”

“We’ll find him, won’t we? Just like before, right?”

“Of course we will. Hopefully this time he’s not being used for kindling, though. I think it’s a little early for bonfires.”

“Quite right,” she said, heart picking up speed. She rang off and stood there, leaning against the car as she dialed for Lestrade. If there was anyone who would be willing to let Sherlock get involved, it would be him.

With the calls made, all she could do was sit and wait.

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based on @theirglassofteaat221b headcanon, Soulmate AU where everyone is born in black and white (think Pleasantville but the lack of color only effects people, the rest of the world is in color), and whenever you meet your soulmate, you start getting color, but only on the parts where your skin has made contact.

  • Sherlock begins to wear gloves as soon as he’s old enough to understand why he can see some people in bright colors and other in black in white. He only takes them off when he’s home, alone, and certain he won’t be touching anyone, even by accident.
  • John touches a lot of people. In school, during rugby games, at Uni, in PUBs or in the army. He always gets the same thrill when his skin makes contact with someone’s else, wondering if this is it, if he’s going to know wether his air are blond or dark, his skin tanned by the sun or the color of his eyes. If he’s finally going to know wether there’s someone out there, waiting for his touch too.
  • After they meet at Bart’s, John can’t stop thinking about Sherlock’s hands just before he put his gloves on. He can’t remember the last he felt this urge to touch someone else. 
  • It’s only after John kills the cabbie that Sherlock thinks about taking his gloves off when they stop for Chinese, watching John’s fingers on the table and thinking what if?
  • It takes eight days for Sherlock to put his gloves in a box, and three more for the first real contact to be made. John notices, of course, with Sherlock’s hands now right here, but for some reason he finds himself feeling scared. In the end, it takes a boring day and a sulking Sherlock for the first touch of color to appears on John’s fingers when he passes Sherlock a pen. He stares at them that night, lying in bed and wondering if Sherlock is also discovering the color of his own skin.
  • They don’t talk about it. Yet, the colors continue to appear, after crime scenes, bandages and accidental (or not) brushes. John stares at each new patches of skin, and wonders wether Sherlock still thinks the mere concept of soulmate is for idiots. 
The Matter of Cake - Nibblesofflesh - Sherlock Holmes (1984 TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes (1984 TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Flirting, Innuendo, Domestic Fluff, Implied Oral Sex, implied sex, sexy acts in inapporpriate places, nakedness in appropriate places

A Sherlock Holmes ficlet. Holmes decides to try his hand at baking a cake, and Watson quite likes the look of Holmes in an apron. Sassiness, silliness, and sexiness ensue.

[Shameless self-plug ahead] Hey guys, I wrote a thing! It’s my first fandom thing in years, and my VERY first  thing for Sherlock Holmes. Inspired by the work from lovelies @knightfury1895 and @granada-brett-crumbs and brought to life because of a chat with the incomparable @tremendousdetectivetheorist  – I hope you guys like it! I’ve posted the first few paragraphs under the cut so you can get a feel for my style. I love you all! 

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