The Incident In The Room With The Red Curtain,
9k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes investigates the mysterious
disappearance of Francis Colleton, a
case that requires some of Watson’s specialist knowledge.” Absolutely
one of my favorite fics of all time. They are so gentle with each other.
The Adventure of the Doctor’s Heart,
12k, E. Friends to lovers. “Holmes has observed much of Watson’s habits
and tastes over time, which
is why it surprises him when his friend objects strangely to a folk song
sung at the conclusion of a case. Disturbed by the Doctor’s unexpected
display of emotion, Holmes becomes determined to lift his spirits by any
means necessary, with mixed results.” This was one of the first
Doyle-style fics I read. Holmes’ quiet adoration of John is so good.
Grit, 5k, M. Friends to lovers. “Watson, still bruised and damaged from the Afghan War, decides to
hide his inversion so Holmes will remain his friend and
flatmate. He thinks the trade-off won’t be difficult, but in a moment of
weakness he goes to an underground club with an erstwhile lover. What
he discovers there is more than he’d bargained for.” Funny and sad and sweet, with a beautiful ending.
A Man Of Great Character And Better Humor, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Retirement. “When a bit of bad news threatens to crush Watson’s spirit, Holmes knows just the solution.” Absolutely the loveliest little sketch of two old men in love.
Five Times Sherlock Holmes Lied, 5k, gen. Friends to lovers. TAB verse. “Something in Wilde’s persecution has touched a nerve in Sherlock –
snapped that tenuous thread of hope holding him upright – and it feels
as if he has taken to bleeding internally.” This one’s hard, but gorgeous.
The Ill-Tempered Patient, 1k, gen. Pre-slash. “Holmes has a cold and is being disagreeable, but Watson is used to indulging his moods.” A funny glimpse into their affection for each other.
Mon Couer, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Holmes tries out a new endearment in the midst of pillow talk.” Holmes gets insecure, and Watson comforts him. The two of them trying to figure out how to be sweet with each other–and flustering themselves–is too lovely.
A Taste of Honey, 3k, teen. Pre-slash. Sickfic. “A failure to observe leads to a successful deduction.” Watson becomes deathly ill while Holmes is away, and Holmes is forced to confront how badly he needs him.
The Incident With The Bicycle, 2k, gen. Established relationship. “We know Holmes can ride a bicycle, but when exactly did he learn?” A bit of a wobble in the early days of their love. I adore Watson’s kindness in this.
Wintry Morning, Victoria Station, 1k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson had come to see me off at the station, that chilly morning in
November when a quiet yet momentous shift took place in that strange
thing that existed between us.” Watson and Holmes find words for something deeper than anyone around them could imagine.
The Tempest, 3k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Now that Holmes had come back from the dead, things could return to how they were before.” Aftermath of Reichenbach–Watson is so brave.
As Yes To If, 3k, gen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “Leave for your own sake if you must, but on no account shall you
leave for mine. I can imagine no sadder outcome of the insight you have
gained tonight.” Watson lets slip more of his heart than he realizes, after they nearly lose their lives.
Winter In London, 45k, NR. Friends to lovers. CW: rape. “The last stages of a case go dangerously wrong. Afterwards, Watson tries
to live with the memory of a terrible bargain in secrecy.” This is heartbreaking, and deep, and beautiful. Be careful of the content; but if you can manage it, it’s worth it.
I May Be Speaking To Closed Doors, 2k, teen. Established relationship. “Watson makes a Valentine, and then isn’t sure what to do with it.” Poor Watson, a romantic in a relationship with the world’s most unromantic man–so it seems.
Invasion, 2k, gen. Established relationship. Watson can’t bear mice. Holmes thinks it’s rather silly, but humors him, until he understands. This starts off a bit cracky and then ends so sweetly.
Tea From Terai, 700w, gen. Established relationship. “Sherlock Holmes gets a letter from Terai, and remembers that he does know someone in Terai. Or, knew.” Watson learns a little something about his love’s past.
What Is Right, And What Is Easy, 600w, NR. Established relationship. “There’s a reason that Article 28 (which criminalized homosexuality) was called the Blackmailer’s Charter.” This cuts deep for how brief it is.
The Red Notebook, 10k, teen. Post-Reichenbach. I hesitated to include this because it’s a bit too much heartbreak for me–I can’t believe that they would ever willingly give each other up, after love. But this story’s Mycroft is so good, his relationship with Watson so bittersweet, I had to. And it ends joyously, as it must.
Masked Ball, 30k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Six months after Holmes’ return from the dead, the delicate equilibrium
in Baker Street is disturbed when a stranger walks out of the London
fog with a case–for Watson. Holmes is wary, Watson is fascinated. But
who is the man calling himself Álvaro de León? And what does he really
want?” I love, love, love this story. I love Alvaro, I love the way Holmes deduces Watson’s bisexuality, I love the mystery and the sweep and the humor of it. It’s wonderful.
Text Omitted, 1k, teen. Established relationship. CW: child abuse. “Watson learns something disconcerting about Holmes’ past.” This makes me cry, and smile: the courage with which they love each other.
The Bee Grove, 14k, teen. Friends to lovers. CW: suicide. “Watson travels to Kent to attend the funeral of an estranged friend from
his past who committed suicide. Certain things transpire to make Watson
wonder if his inappropriate love for Holmes could possibly be requited.” Beautiful.
Idée Fixe, 1k, teen. Friends to lovers. Granada. “He does not know what to begin with it. It is too grave a thing to be
treated as a mere distraction, too tenacious to be dissolved in tobacco
smoke. What does one begin with an idée fixe? With a mind bent towards
one single thing.” This is almost infuriating in its restraint, but fascinating, too.
The Thieves’ Den, 6k, teen. “The discovery of a large cache of stolen goods ends badly.” Words cannot express how I love this fic–particularly the meddling Mycroft, and the protectiveness of both of them, in spite of each other.
Since I First Saw Your Face, 70k, M. Developing relationship. “During the Great Hiatus, Holmes, studying in Tibet, reflects on his first meeting with Dr John Watson.” The only WIP I’ll rec, or read, because the wealth of historical detail and depth of their intimacy is such that I’d be immensely thankful to have read this even if it never ended. The author can be found on tumblr at @artemisastarte.
When You Know Something’s Wrong, 1k, M. Established relationship. Sickfic. “Holmes gets it wrong.” This is just 1k of lovely Watson gently forcing his medical attention on a truculent Holmes.
Pilgrims Of A Sort, 12k, teen. Friends to lovers to retirement. Absolute classic. “A pair of young travelers turn up at the Sussex cottage of an aging
Holmes and Watson, searching for proof that love like theirs can last a
lifetime. Watson tells them the story of himself and Holmes–which also
happens to be the story of Mary Morstan, and her own unconventional love
affair.” Featuring a fantastic old married Holmes and Watson and TWO pairs of happy lesbians.
A Matter of Integrity, 3k, gen. Established relationship. “It is a curious thing when a celebrity whom you’ve never truly met is
widely considered your most prominent suitor. Irene Norton sets out in
search of some answers, and discovers that sometimes the truth is a
delicate matter.” Irene is wonderful, Holmes is careful, and this is good.
Cameo, 8k, teen. Friends to lovers. “Holmes and Watson become embroiled in a case Scotland Yard refuses to acknowledge. A soulmate AU.” One wouldn’t think a magical AU in Victorian times could be very delicately done, or mesmerizing. One would be wrong.
Chimera, 800w, gen. Pre-slash. Post-Reichenbach. “My dear Watson, It is with reluctance that I begin this letter
to you, for there can be no doubt regarding its fate. It will follow
into oblivion all the other letters I have written to you over the past
two years, the only difference between them their means of demise.” Poor Holmes.
Something To Retire To, 9k, teen. Friends to partners. Asexual Holmes, miscommunication, jealousy. “Watson contemplates the future while he and Holmes investigate the three Garridebs.” This fic will break your heart into a hundred pieces and put it together again.
Hallowed Be Thy Name, 40k, E. Established relationship. “A word must be said upon the subject of witticisms first, within the
the manuscripts which have begun littering our rooms. My
Doctor’s sense of humour exists in direct correlation to his state of
well-being, and the more active a man he becomes–a felicity for which
grateful as much to his ferocious tenacity as to any higher power–the
grow the invariably poetical descriptors applied to my
person.” Holmes’ past, Watson’s love, and an epic poem of a story. This fic changed me.
Of course, look up each author’s full body of work if you want more. Mistyzeo is on tumblr at @mistyzeo and posts recs frequently. I write Doyle-style here. @granada-brett-crumbs has another magnificently expansive canon fic rec here. @knightfury1895 and @jeremyholmes post canon-style ficlets on tumblr. Basically, there’s a wealth of wonderful fic out there!
They’ve never… never talked about it. What… what Sherlock’s real place in her life means. Sherlock knows, though. Sherlock implicitly knows what they mean to him. What they are to him. What it means that John comes home to them at night. That Rosie coos when he’s back from work and Sherlock drops her into John’s arms. That in the morning it’s reversed and she babbles happily when John places her into his.
He slams the door open and climbs the staircase in a blur…. and then there they are. John humming quietly, rocking the baby in his arms. His family.
They are his family.
John smiles up at him, and Sherlock’s heart expands ever so much more. His family. The one he didn’t realize he had so desperately wanted and then, somehow, made.
First time dm for a Pathfinder game with players ranging from little to no experience. We were using the pre-gens that came with the beginners box. A player dropped out last second so I decided to play Valeros as a mute, as to be able to focus purely on the dungeon. We made it through with little trouble, with Valeros almost 1 shot-ing blackfang with a crit and almost max damage. All well and good, until this happens…
Me: Okay, so with Blackfang gone, Valeros puts his glowing sword away and beholds the hoard in front of him.
Rougue: I walk behind him and stab him in the back.
Me: wait, what?! You want to stab Valeros in the back after all you’ve been through?
Rogue: Hell yeah. More money for us since we won’t have to split it as much.
Me: *sigh* fine. Roll to attack. He is easier to hit since you caught him off guard.
Rougue: wow, a 3. So that’s like a 7 to hit.
Me: With superhuman senses, Valeros detects your betrayal and dodges sideways, drawing his sword with a look of sadness on his face, distraught that you would do this to him. He looks to Kyra for help.
Cleric: Yeah nah, you’re fucked Valeros
Wizard: Talk no shit, still get hit.
Me: Wow, you guys really like money. Anyway, Valeros realises he is gonna die and grasps his sword firmly. Roll initiative.
Longer story shorter; Valeros knocked Kyra unconscious before getting slammed by the Wizard getting knocked unconscious himself. The Rogue slit Valeros’ throat before going through the loot with the Wizard, before going back and spinning a yarn about how the dragon took both Kyra’s and Valeros’ life in the epic fight. Little do the party know I’m tying this into our first game with the characters they make in a betrayal arc, what really happened at Blackreach
Hey! So I was wondering if you had any recommendations for some fics centered around Weasley/Harry stuff. Like, fluffy and warm family-focused stuff. Preferably before next-gen stuff, like during the book timeline maybe? idk I just love those about Harry being accepted and treated like just another Weasley brother it's so sweet and it makes me happy x) Unfortunately I don't really know how to look for them. I mostly just stumble across it. (Some Hinny incorporated in there would be a bonus xD)
ALSO, just any fic with some lovely brotherly interactions between Harry/any of the Weasley brothers. uwu
Ok I picked out some of mine that I think fit, plus some of my favorites from other authors :) [read them I love them].
I don’t tend to read many fics that happen during the books, so these are all post books but mostly pre next gen. If anyone has some during the books favorites tell me and I’ll share!
ALL DIALOGUE, Harry/Ginny. Ron gets all big-brothery about Ginny when he
realizes Harry didn’t sleep in his own room. Or at least attempts to.
“I… you… just… I don’t know. But you didn't… sort of… I don’t know. Did
you?” (Rated T for obvious references, nothing very racy.)
Molly waits anxiously for her daughter to come home, but when she
arrives Molly notices that she’s wearing a shirt that doesn’t belong to
her. Of course Molly is upset, but is it really what it looks like?
Ginny Weasley didn’t intend for Harry to be one of the last people to
find out about her pregnancy. Unfortunately an accidental congregation
in the toilets of The Leaky Cauldron took the decision out of her hands.
In other words how James Sirius Potter was almost called Trevor in
memory of a brave and trampled toad. Slightly inspired by a scene from
BBC comedy Gavin and Stacey.
Yah, so third badge in my mammal noir run (Pokemon black run but with the silly rules that I can only catch mammals and I have to name them after wines), nothing too much to report between this gym and the last except for:
-I remembered the joys of audino grinding
-I also remembered you can get sweet little moley drilburs in wellspring cave so I trotted back there and caught a new pal for the team - meet Sauvignon, a naughty boy (seriously, that’s his nature)
-I was plunged back into the reality that pre gen 6 exp shares only train one Poké (a good thing, yet still noticeable)
-MY SWEET DEAR SHERRY EVOLVED❤️
-Pokemon New York is one of the most iconic and greatest Pokemon cities/towns out of any region
-I snuck back to route 3 to catch a Lillipup that would have intimidate as a Herdier, The Madeira you see is a clone of Madeira mark one, who is spending eternity in box land, sorry babes
-Shiraz is finally growing into himself, I have a fire stone now so just waiting till he learns acrobatics before evolving
Anyway, onto the also iconic Route 4, which has one of my favourite route themes 🎶
these tend to be around or over 10k, are all complete, and mostly victuuri, because tbqh i haven’t read much else yet. maybe i’ll do another post when i’ve read other stuff. this list is ordered by word length.
Victor Nikiforov was the best jumper in the world, well-used to leaping blind and landing clean in ways no one could match. Falling was for other people. Stumbling was not acceptable. It had been a long time since the wind had been knocked out of him so thoroughly.
The first part is above all a great post-ep 12 coda feat. the guys talking about their feelings. I don’t want to spoil the next parts in the series, but there’s really great stuff with their respective skating programs and Yuuri wanting to surprise Victor on his birthday with a romantic gesture. The whole series doesn’t ignore real world political context and homophobia, without going full on into angst, and I really appreciated it.
Maelstrom by @feels-like-fire - 44k, E, canon divergence, victor/yuuri Victor Nikiforov is poised to win gold in his fifth consecutive Grand Prix Final. He has the world at his feet, is unparalleled in the sport–right up until a snowstorm blows into Sochi, and he finds himself repeating the same day over and over and over. He stumbles over Yuuri Katsuki, and everything changes.
The time loop trope has been used plenty of times in fandom, but it’s one of my favorites tropes, and this is a very enjoyable example.
‘I think,’ Yuri says, still watching Chris like Chris is a puzzle he’s trying to solve, ‘that you had a good thing with Théo. If you know he doesn’t need you, and his partner doesn’t either, and they still want you around? They still want to care for you? That’s… that’s love, Chris.’
This fic is emotionally intense - it deals with recovery, unhealthy coping, complex relationships and having hurt a loved one and how to deal with it, and imo it does it really well. I didn’t find it too heavy tho - it’s also really uplifting and it’s also a great poly and kink fic. It feels real. And the progression of the relationship between Chris, Victor and Yuuri was really enjoyable.
Stargazer by @fahye- 23k, T, AU, victor/yuuri “No, see, we’ve all been trained a certain way. The training system is traditional; it’s centuries old. Nobody taught you. You ballist like it’s got nothing to do with war at all.” A sleepy, extraordinary smile crawls over Victor’s face. “Nobody else does it like that. That’s why we’re going to win.”
This AU has the same premise as the anime - Victor becomes Yuuri’s coach - but IN SPACE (which is a sure-fire way to get my attention). And the sport isn’t ice skating : the author made up a whole new sport ! I found it super cool. A solid, enjoyable AU with neat world-building, and the fic even has gorgeous illustrations.
AU in which Yuuri still doesn’t remember the banquet, somehow doesn’t blow Japanese Nationals, runs into Victor at the World Championships, and has absolutely no idea why his idol is suddenly friendly and incredibly handsy.
Does Yuuri care about his reasons? No. It’s Victor Effing Nikiforov.
Poor Yuuri is so confused and I was very amused. There are a couple of interesting headcanons for Victor’s backstory and the whole romance is just as sweet as canon.
Yuuri wants that old feeling back, that sense of peace with his body. He misses that fondness, the way that being chubby felt comfortable, reliable, in a way that being thin never has. Thin is precarious, and it always gives way to softness in the end.
Chubby!Yuuri ! This was sweet and full of body positivity, but it also deals with the complex relationship between weight and self image.
i like the in-betweens/i like the time it takes to get somewhere
aka the story of yuri figuring out gender, saying i love you, being an adult, and next season’s short program, featuring two cities, one town, lots of airports, three dads, and one grandpa
I’ve seen a few fics where Yuri is nb/trans but this one is my favorite. Yuri’s internal voice (and dialogue) is hilarious and IC, his exploration of gender was lovely and all the relationships were great.
Johnny had insisted that they go to the beach to pick up
chicks. It wasn’t at all that he had some kind of ulterior motive in lending Jack
a pair of swimming trunks and informing him that tanning was amazing for
highlighting muscle definition and luring in bikini babes. He just wanted to
show his friend a good time, and kinda maybe stare at his great back muscles a
little. You know, for inspiration, and stuff.
The sun was bearing down on them, and Jack tried to shade
his face as much as possible. The tanning, he had to admit, was quite relaxing,
but the sky over the beach was completely cloudless, and it was blinding his
“Hey man, you okay there? You’re looking a little
uncomfortable,” Johnny said, peaking from behind his mirrored tanning screen. Jack
cringed and looked away.
“I’ll be alright. The sun is just a little too bright for my
eyes. I should have brought a hat.”
“Oh, man, you shoulda said something!” Johnny said,
rummaging around in his beach bag. He pulled out a pair of black sunglasses,
identical to the ones he always wore. “Here, try these on for size! I always travel
Jack reached out and took the glasses uncertainly as Johnny
smiled at him, before putting them on. “Hah, cool. You look almost as studly as
I do, Jack.”
“Thank you, Johnny. They help a great deal.” Jack looked
around, barely able to see the beach through the dark sunglasses. “How…how do
you manage to see through these at night time? I can hardly see the sand…”
Johnny shrugged and raised his tanning screen again. “I
dunno. I just kinda wear ‘em all the time, so I got used to it years ago.”
Jack nodded. He supposed it was something akin to how
various jungle beasts he fought over the years managed to see him in the thick
blackness of night before he knew they were there. They awoke at night, and
their eyes were acclimatized to hunting in pitch blackness.
“Please remind me to give them back to you later.”
“Pffft, nah. I have hundreds,” said Johnny, sipping some
sort of beverage from a coconut. “Company that made ‘em went out of business. I
bought their whole stock for a dollar! Got a whole basement’s worth. Keep ‘em.”
“Well, thank you. I shall treasure them,” Jack said, smiling
Johnny choked on his beverage and coughed. “You’re
w-welcome.” He wasn’t used to people being that openly nice to him, but Jack
was always sincere and honest. It was one of his most attractive qualities,
although Johnny would rather eat Pop’s Five Alarm Chilli than admit that to
him. “You wanna get gelato later? There’s an ice-cream hunt down the beach
owned by a really cute redhead babe,” he said trying to kill the tension.
Jack laughed warmly and nodded. “I would like that, my
friend. But first, would you mind helping me with this sunscreen? I fear my
skin might burn like the eye’s of Aku if I do not apply more soon.”
I love the idea of Elena having suitors and chasing off every single one of them. Her poor father having to put up with it all.
He’s mortified and so stressed.
This girl can be a bit too willful at times.
A new suitor is supposed to show up. One a little closer to her age. She’s already got a plan. Her father is planning a party like always. She’s got it set up before the guest even arrives.
And then she meets Daemon.
He’s actually really nice and seems to want to be in the situation about as much as she does. Elena realizes that if anything Daemon might be a good friend. But she’s completely forgetten about it.
That is……Until breakfast the next morning.
While he was at the party, before they met, she switched his wardrobe in his room with dresses
. Before she can even THINK of catching him and apologizing, he’s showing up in one of them.
He’s far too confident in that thing. Elena’s poor father. He’s certain Daemon is going to leave. Elena is mortified.
Both Elena and her father are trying to figure out what to say.
(They don’t even realize he’s somewhat used to it thanks to his little sister) Both of them are so damn certain this is the end. But…He’s….Just…Acting like it’s completely normal?!?
The maids and butlers are watching in amazement. Elena’s father is so certain Daemon is going to leave, but Daemon is actually amused by it?!
Daemon just sits right down and acts like this sort of thing happens all the time. He doesn’t even let the conversation turn to the fact that he’s wearing a dress.
His clothes suddenly re appear in his room after breakfast with a note from Elena. Perhaps…perhaps…this is a woman he can get along with.
Café Latte | Coffee Shop AU. Phil’s always been
that awkward boy who never quite belonged, and when he runs off to University,
that doesn’t really change; he’s still that weird boy who continuously finds
himself being bullied, even as the barista behind the counter. Until Dan comes
along. | Phan | Gen | Pre-slash | 3,453 Words
Disclaimer: In no way do I claim that this is real or
cast aspersions on Dan or Phil.
I may have had to stalk my prompts tag to come up with inspiration,
but @ineverhadmyinternetphase was having a bad day, so here’s some coffee shop
fluff based off this comic to cheer them up :)) I’m sorry I have no confidence
in my reality fics anymore, so I didn’t write domestic fluff, but I hope this
at least makes you giggle. Sorry you already went to bed, but it’ll hopefully
make your day come morning <3
Saskia and Lukas say goodbye to their mother, one last time. Gen, pre-canon
The breeze coming off Lake Superior stirred the long grass around Saskia’s bare feet as she wandered up over the lip of the hill. Her hand trailed through the feathered tops, humming absently to herself. She breathed in the setting sun.
Her jacket and boots had been left on the hood of her truck, the same beat-up yellow pick-up that had been collecting dust in the garage of her family’s long-ago home. She’d half-expected to need to walk twelve miles out to the coast, but the key she’d left in the christmas cookie jar sitting by the fridge was still there, and the old engine sputtered to life, the same glorious rumble and cough she’d come to love after working on it for nearly a year, back when she was still in recovery. It might just have been the most beautiful sound she’d ever heard.
It had been almost five years since they’d all moved away, but she still felt like a teenager wandering slowly through the wildflowers and brush. When she’d had the energy and her brother hadn’t forced her to stay in bed, she’d spent all her time out here. She picked out her old path, still threaded across the ground despite years and years of neglect, after so much time spent far, far away.
That golden light calling her to a home that never was, but might have been.