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!
For anyone who’s ever been called a ‘fake fan’
Stop turning on each other, you guys.
If any of y'all receive hate for liking/disliking season 4, shipping or not shipping a certain couple, or just expressing your opinion in a healthy, non-malignant way, I’m sorry. I really am. You don’t deserve it.
We’re all in this together. If someone was disappointed with season 4, they have the right to express their opinion in a healthy way. The 'norbury’ tag was meant to do that. They didn’t tag people associated with the show or send death threats or anything; they raised GENUINE questions about plot holes and character inconsistencies. The producers have the option of ignoring it. ( @arglocked thanks for organising this, btw)
Similarly, if someone liked season 4, that’s their opinion and it’s all fine. I’m glad they’re not burning in hell like the rest of us.
Basically, don’t be an anti-anything. Keep making your fanart and fanvids, writing your fanfic and metas, cracking your jokes.
We’re gonna need each other to survive this indefinite hiatus.
Something positive you want to say to Mark Gatiss/Ben Mansfield?
As I am going to be able to give Mark Gatiss and Ben Mansfield (Primeval) a letter or something similar, I wanted to ask you all if you have something POSITIVE you want to tell them (or one of them, it’s gonna be a letter each). If so, just write to me and I’ll write it down and give it to him!
You can either just answer to this post or send something in my inbox - if you do so with your username, I’ll include it, but you can send it anonymously as well, if you like.
I don’t know when exactly I’m going to give it to him, but probably on Thursday (16 Feb) or Friday (17 Feb).
Also - you can also send me things for Ian Hallard (Mark Gatiss’ hubby).
I’d be happy about a signal boost, so more people can see this!
Tagging some people under the cut who might want to see this.
I don’t know if the other Sherlollians remember, but about a couple of weeks ago, inspired by the love story of Chris and Bessie as read by Louise Brealey and Benedict Cumberbatch at Letters Live, I was inspired to write my own set of WW2 letters, written from the character POV’s of Sherlock and Molly. The wonderfully talented cumberliciouscollective asked me if she could transcribe them to the page, and I said yes. This is the end result, which I think is absolutely beautiful!
Johnlock Ficlet: In Which John Walks Into the Bathroom and Sherlock Didn’t Lock the Door And is In the Bathtub and (apparently) Obliviously Talks At John like “oh hi I think moriarty’s planning this next” But John is Too High-Key Flustered to Do Anything Except Internally Scream
John stood in the middle of the kitchen, flipping through mail. “You’ve got three-”
“Details,” Sherlock interrupted, eyes glued to his laptop screen.
paused, pursed his lips, creased his forehead, and tore open the first
one. His eyes flicked back to Sherlock, letting the half-way pulled out
letter slip back into its envelope. “Are you sure you don’t want to-”
Sherlock glanced at John just long enough for John to notice the
sideways flick of attention. “The cases, they have so much information
carried on a single envelope. It’s wasting my…” he gestured at his
hair, searching for words, “my… head space. Unless you read it to me.
The interesting ones.”
John stared at him for a moment. Head space?
It had been barely a couple months since moving into 221B, and he still
hadn’t gotten used to Sherlock Holmes. Sliding the letter out of its
envelope, he muttered, “Alright.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this
before. But the rapid blinking Sherlock performed while thinking of his
next word had thrown him off guard. Sometimes John wondered exactly how
much of his head space Sherlock had unwittingly claimed. All
those bizarre case requests John had read out to him, all the rules he’d
memorized to keep himself sane (don’t drink the “tea” in the fridge,
don’t bother asking about the body parts, etc), all the times Sherlock
had whipped off his scarf with his muscles clenched, coat billowing
behind him as he ran…
“Well?” Sherlock said, giving John his full attention for once. Right. The letter.
unfolded it, skimming over the contents. Would Sherlock find this one
interesting? He never could tell. Not quite meeting his green-grey-blue
eyes, John said, “Something about a dog. A drowned dog that… swallowed
a wedding ring?”
Sherlock shook his head, eyes rolling. “The sister did it on purpose. Next.”
Sometimes John wanted to ask; if the case was so easy, why didn’t he just send them a quick reply? But this was Sherlock he was talking about. Normal decency didn’t seem to ever cross his mind.
He opened the next envelope. “Oh, that’s odd.”
Sherlock jumped out of his chair, snatching the letter out of his hand. The paper was empty.
held it up to his face in the direction of the lamp. “Either a child
sent me something in invisible ink, or things are about to get very very
“Interesting as in deadly?” John asked.
“Ooh, maybe,” Sherlock replied, throwing a little grinch-smile in John’s direction.
quite realizing it, John’s heartbeat sped up. Nothing like a bit of
danger to get his mind off of things. This must have been what kept them
together, at 221B. The part of themselves that leaned into danger instead of flinching away from it.
he knew it, Sherlock was rushing off to get lemon juice and the other
usual invisible-ink detectors. He also grabbed random things on his way
by, including John’s phone and a tube of lipstick – a clue from an old
case. John heard him sit down in the kitchen with his feet on the chair.
Bemused, he followed Sherlock into the kitchen. “What’s interesting? You’ve thrown out dozens of empty papers before.”
“Moriarty,” Sherlock breathed, leaning into the paper with a microscope. “Not sure, but possible. Has signs of his handiwork.”
breath caught. That lunatic from the pool? Maybe Sherlock’s inclination
to lean into danger was stronger than his. Or maybe he was just an
idiot. Even so, he walked up to the kitchen table and leaned in over
Sherlock’s shoulder. “What do you think it’s about?”
didn’t seem to hear him. John frowned. Better to give him space to think
than endure Sherlock’s irritation over being brought out of his
John heard movement in the kitchen and stood up, making his way towards the noise.
“What?” John asked. The “letter” was crumpled up into a loose ball on the table, among scattered objects.
Sherlock turned to face John, seething. “That woman from the store! Called me rude… let me see the envelope.”
strode into the living room and brought it back, turning it over in his
hands. “Butterfly stamp. Children colored on it, didn’t have any other
envelopes to use. Idiot! It’s just a prank, of course it’s a prank…”
John couldn’t help himself from smirking.
“What?” Sherlock snapped, before storming out of the room. A second later, he heard the bathroom door close.
smirking, he walked back into the living room to look at job offers
again. Lately Sherlock had taken to spending inordinate amounts of time
in the shower or the bath. Helped him think, he claimed. However true
that might be, seeing Sherlock in the bath wouldn’t help John
think straight. His mind flicked back to a greek sculpture he’d seen at a
museum he’d visited with a date once. It had borne such a resemblance
to Sherlock’s face that he had to stare and move on quickly at the same
time, before the date could notice he was blushing. The mere thought of
it made his cheeks feel warm, even now. Seeing your flatmate depicted
naked in excruciatingly detailed marble would do that to anyone, he
supposed. A bit awkward, a bit silly. A bit… surprising. He halted
that line of thought abruptly, forcing himself to focus on the job
He could hear running water. A bath, then.
Not a shower. Some part of him had kept track, based on the hypothesis
that showers were for short problems, and baths were for long ones.
Sherlock’s scientist-mind must have rubbed off on him. John took a deep
breath. It’s not the thought of adventure that sends your heart racing…
(this is the ½ or 1/3 mark. Keep reading for more frustrating johnlock tension)
So I was scrolling across Pinterest when I saw this. The original post was about how there was a grave behind his that a mister John Locke’s. Now, naturally, my Supernatural obsessed ass couldn’t get past the part where his grave said “Man of Letters.” I’m not quite sure if it means something else, but it does scare the living daylights out of me.
A letter from Sherlock please. Preferred to be called my queen or my dear or love. Pronouns to use is she. Personal items, thick straight brown hair, rich brown eyes, ivory skin, curvy figure and dazzling smile. Promt; I've been away on a business trip and he is worried about me being away from him because of my anxiety and depression. And they miss me, my touch & smile.
I hope you’re doing well. You know how I worry about you. I understand this business trip of yours is important, love, but do you have to leave me in such haste?
I miss you terribly, my dear. I miss your eyes, full of curious intensity. I want to drown in those brown eyes of yours again. I miss your smooth, brown, silken hair, and how it felt running through my fingers. I miss your touch, my dear. How electrifying it felt. How you could send shivers through me. How I could feel alive and at peace at the same time.
But most of all, I miss the dazzling smile of my queen. And until you are back in my arms, I will wait in anticipation to see that smile again. Please return soon, as I am desperate for your alluring presence to fill the flat again.
“It’s so quiet in the flat; you would hate it. I do, but I can’t bring myself to leave. I started wishing you would come back to haunt me. A poltergeist that played violin at four in the morning or slammed doors and knocked over dishes. It would’ve felt like you never left. But instead I’ve become the ghost in 221B. Dead man walking, as if we had never met. Life before and after Sherlock Holmes.”
– letter from JW to SH by amazing bakerstreetletters.tumblr.com