#“The BBC Sherlock AU”

[imnevolicigarealivolisarmu]

This is what I meant when I said Cruentus would be Mrs Hudson, @undergrounddweller89 , she's a bad bitch.. 🤣

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Tbh I think a fic about this AU would be great, if only I knew how to write and express myself with words..

Related to this post, by @undergrounddweller89, please check out their art, it's really good!

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I had to add this, I swear!

[c0nn0rsseur]

the Deviant Detective

[chocolate1elise]

Come to me. I have your favorite tea, and I'll tell you about the white snow and the gray sky over it. And there's your old calendar hanging on the wall, which I don't throw away because I'm afraid to forget how we walked until dawn. There's the same bike I drove you home on, and an old soccer ball in the corner, and your favorite books are lying next to it.

Come. I'll tell you about May, the latest news and intrigues. If you want, we will be silent, looking at the fire burning in the fireplace. Draw me a wave on the cold glass and tell me how you're doing, or say goodbye already. But it's better not to do that.. Please, not today.

Come. I will show you how I paint your portraits, and you will be surprised to find out that I smoke again, but you will not notice the sadness in my eyes. A lot of salt is being poured on my lingering wound, and I have a wagon full of stories, and a spider is sitting on the window frame. Sometimes birds chirp outside the window, and the faint smile on my face widens.

Come to me. I have your favorite tea, and I don't want to drink it with just anyone. He will dispel your sadness too. Come back, I miss you very much.

[aunhinged]

Sherlock and House: Oddest shows of affection.

Sherlock: I’ve deduced John’s daily habits down to the exact minute. I know exactly when he’ll be in a good mood, when he’ll want tea, and when he’ll need to be left alone. That’s true love, House. Precision.

House: Please. I accidentally spilled coffee on Wilson’s favorite shirt so I could buy him a new one and subtly remind him I’m thoughtful. He didn’t even notice how manipulative it was. That’s an art form.

Sherlock: Your methods are as sloppy as your diagnostics.

House: Your ‘precision’ sounds suspiciously like stalking, but okay.

John (to Wilson): Is this what happens when geniuses get bored?

Wilson: No, this is what happens when geniuses have feelings and zero emotional regulation.

[emaster875]

Am I crazy or does this look exactly like Sherlock

(Art by Roberto Ferri)

[strawberrywinter4]

Summary: Recently retired police officer, John Watson, stumbles upon an odd man named Sherlock Holmes when traveling by train on his way home. He concludes the detective is insane after having only one conversation with him, but can't help but be intrigued. Ignoring John's hesitance, Sherlock brings him along on an exciting case. Through this adventure, Sherlock doesn't bother to hide his palpable obsession with John while John tries to hide his growing feelings. What will happen when they both break, following their desires?

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Tags: Case Fic, Possessive Sherlock Holmes, Obsessive Behavior, Sherlock Holmes is a Bit Not Good, Takes place by the bay in Maine, American!John, Ocean, Small Towns, Alternative Universe-Small Town, Sherlock Holmes loves John Watson, John Watson is oblivious, BAMF John Watson, BAMF Sherlock Holmes, Eventual Happy Ending, Explicit Sexual Content, Love Confessions, Kissing, Fluff and Angst, Hurt/Comfort

Read chapter 1 here.

Spotify Playlist here.

I just made a little something…can’t wait to see where it goes! <3

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[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

I've read so much fanfiction in the past few years that sometimes I forget that I am not, in fact, a white middle-aged British man. Is this a universal experience.

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On a related note, I spend so much time on tumblr that now I don't know which timezone I'm running on, because it sure as fuck isn't Indian Standard Time. I woke up at 3 in the afternoon yesterday and it's now 7 am, I'm going to sleep soon. Which of you maggots gave me your timezone?!

(I did a little googling and it seems that I'm living healthily according to the timezone of Buenos Aires and Rio de Janeiro. I don't know what to do with this information. The rest of this week, I mostly match up to London time.)

[holmesianlove]

It’s complete now for those of you that prefer waiting until it is finished first.

Thanks @lisbeth-kk for the prompt and the vote of confidence and thank you to all the lovely people who have been reading and commenting. It makes my day!!

#FTH2024

[helloliriels]

Gonna spam post. And because this is far too much yellow for me (i'm breaking out in hives) ... there will be a few more edits to come!!!

[holmosexualitea]

Any Sherlock/Five Nights at Freddy's fans in the audience?

[stormsthatrage]

Wes Weston is Sherlock's little cousin. Wes visits Sherlock and Sherlock can't deduce shit about Wes's life because none of the clues make sense to someone who doesn't know about ghosts.

Wes is better than Sherlock at deduction. This is for two reasons. First, because of all the time he spends trying to figure out what Danny is up to. Second and relatedly, Wes is better at deduction because he has to deal with Danny's supernatural endeavors to throw him off track. Wes has honed deduction skills in circumstances that would drive a different man insane.

[dianadragonfly]

So, I was thinking about different fandoms and the fics that I love. What makes a good, satisfying fan fic? I realize it has 100% to do with the canon.

Take BBC Sherlock. I struggle so much with AUs where their beginnings are different. Sherlock is an astronaut, assigned to work with scientist John. (This is an example, not a dig at any specific fic). I can't. I can't. I realize BBC Sherlock is also an AU from Doyle, but BBC Sherlock and John are so fucking tied to "A Study In Pink" and John handing his phone to Sherlock that everything else seems false. Fun premise, but not the Sherlock and John I know.

A satisfying Johnlock fan fic needs to change the ending of the BBC canon. To think of these two men, who love each other so much, just continuing their parallel existences, never becoming anything more than crime-fighting buds, is just. . . it doesn't fit. It doesn't fit the show. It doesn't fit the characters Moffit and Gatiss created, even if they decided to not make it happen (as a special 'fuck you' to their fans). It's heartbreaking.

My favorite fics are fixits -- many of them deal with the aftermath of Euros and Mary, or some do "canon intercepts" and deal with Seasons 3 and 4 differently. Still, anything but John and Sherlock raising Rosie together as partners/lovers/husbands in 221B with Mrs. Hudson downstairs feels like a lie. (Some canon intercepts write out Rosie completely.)

If I had to write sequels to BBC canon, I'd pick "Drawn to Stars" by @totallysilvergirl or "Never Turn Your Back on the Sea” by @discordantwords . There's a thousand other ones, but those ring the most true to me.

"Heartstopper" fics don't have a lot of room to mess with the ending. Anything other than Charlie and Nick happily growing old together is so far out of canon and out of character that it doesn't even seem like it's worth exploring. There are a handful of ones that have one character or the other dying, but mostly, we understand right away that Charlie and Nick are endgame. We are 100% aligned with canon and creator on this.

Anything that isn't true to this ending rings as false as anything that isn't true to Sherlock's beginning. Fun to read, but not our characters.

With Nick and Charlie being so young in canon, their beginnings are so much malleable. Sherlock and John are tied to that lab. Nick and Charlie? not so much. They meet in grammar school. They meet in University. They meet after a hot hookup at a club in their 20s. They meet after broken marriages to Imogen and Ben. They meet during Nick's rugby career or as fellow teachers. They meet at gyms, at animal rescues, at psychiatric hospitals. They are single parents, University professors, rock star drummers, hot shot authors and academics. Their beginning isn't fixed. But the end always is.

I have so many favorites but I just re-read "Lavender Fields" and I think it's a perfect Nick and Charlie meeting up in their 30s fics. There's a ton of University fics too.

I haven't read nearly as many fics from other fandoms, so I don't know their quirks. I'm finding that fandoms that don't have a m/m pairing are hard to find a lot of fics for. (That's a whole 'nother post). But other m/m fandoms seem to have canon-compliant extra scenes. (Wanna see Achilles and Patroclus get freaky in a tent somewhere? Here ya go. That being said, there's one about Achilles waiting for Patroclus in the Underworld that breaks. my. damn. heart.)

Anyways, I need to do a serious look-through of other fandoms to see how this plays out.

I should add the links here to the fics I mention, just because.

[raina-at]

Nightmare

I've set myself the unofficial goal of hitting all my AUs this month. So have some Spare Parts Boys. All you need to know, though, is that this AU is totally canon compliant until TRF save for two things: One, Sherlock and John were together before the Fall, and two, they live on Titan in the 24th century.

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It takes a while for Sherlock to accept how much he still has to learn when it comes to anything to do with interpersonal relationships.

Case in point, just because the person you love most in the world has forgiven you for the horrible thing you did to him, doesn't mean it's not still haunting both of you.

John has nightmares. John always had nightmares, even back before Sherlock jumped. John has enough trauma Sherlock isn't responsible for to keep him in nightmares for the rest of his life. 

Like his father's death. Or the incident on Mars that is responsible for his synthetic arm.

John had PTSD and was nearly suicidal when Sherlock met him, on his way down the bottle or his sidearm. Sherlock shocked him out of that state by providing adrenaline on a daily basis. In the beginning, the adrenaline was chasing criminals through the streets of New London and the frozen plains of Titan. Later, that adrenaline included sex. But John still had nightmares, and the bed they shared before Sherlock jumped was often besieged with these night terrors. John would wake up screaming. Sometimes he’d claw at his artificial arm as if he wasn’t sure what this thing was doing on his body. Sometimes he’d whimper and beg for it to stop, whatever was torturing him.

Sherlock hated these nightmares. Still does.

But it’s a special kind of hell when you’re the thing that haunts the person you’d literally die for. When you become the nightmare. 

It’s been a rough few days. John’s clinic was busy, and they had a truly gruelling case, human trafficking, sympathetic victims, and an unsatisfying outcome. They got the local thugs and they freed the victims, but the big fish escaped their net. 

They went home and both of them fell asleep as soon as their heads hit their respective pillows.

Sherlock woke suddenly to John screaming his name, over and over, panting with fear. Sherlock did what he always does, he gathered John in his arms and whispered, “I’m here, it’s all right, it was just a dream. I’m here. I’m here,” kissing John’s brow and breathing with him as he slowly calmed down and fell asleep again, still clinging to Sherlock like he was going to vanish if he let go. 

It’s getting a bit old, to tell the truth. It doesn’t happen that often anymore, but it happens frequently enough to bother Sherlock. He’s also more than a bit disgusted at himself for having the nerve to be annoyed at John’s subconscious. It’s been two years, a small, insidious voice inside his mind whispers. When is this going to stop?

Probably never. That’s the short answer. The long answer that it’s probably going to be less and less frequent, as the scar tissue over this particular wound in John’s subconscious grows thicker.

Sherlock still feels like shit every time it happens. Because it shows him, time and again, that no matter how much they’ve grown and changed and forgiven and promised, no matter how good he’s been, there’s a part of John that still lives in that moment. There’s a corner of John’s mind that’s stuck with the worst thing Sherlock has ever done. 

When he’s sure John is fast asleep again, he gets up and sits in the window seat, watching the clouds race over the murky sky, revealing glimpses of Saturn. Occasionally, a shuttle passes through his line of sight, or a hovercab. The city is quiet at this time of night. Never asleep, but dozing. 

John’s hands are warm on his shoulders, caressing tense muscles with soothing strokes. “Come back to bed,” John whispers in his ear, soft breath tickling against his neck.

“In a minute,” Sherlock replies, making room for John to slip into the seat behind him, letting John rearrange them so he’s resting against John as John’s arms come around him.

“What is it?” John murmurs into his hair, his voice soft and quiet and gentle.

Sherlock knows he could say nothing. He could just take John to bed and distract them both from the dark of the night with the heat of their bodies. Instead, he takes John’s hand between both of his and traces idle patterns over his palm. “It’s always going to be there. Isn’t it?”

He can feel more than hear John sigh, his chest heaving with the deep breath he takes and then lets out, slowly. “Probably.” John meets his eyes in the window’s reflection. “Doesn’t mean I don’t forgive you. Doesn’t mean I want to be anywhere but here.”

“I know.” 

And the thing is, he does know. And it still hurts. Both of them. 

“You know, I have patients who ask me why their synthetic limbs feel pain.”

Sherlock sighs, because he has a feeling he knows where John is going with this. “Are you going to give me another lecture on how ignoring pain is stupid?”

Sherlock can hear the smile in John’s voice when he replies, “I’m that predictable?”

Sherlock brushes a kiss over John’s knuckles. “Never.” Another kiss. “Well. Sometimes.”

John chuckles, kissing Sherlock’s hair. “Well then, Mister I-Know-What-You’re-About-To-Say-Before-You-Do, tell me what I was about to say.”

“That pain is good, because it shows you your limits. That pain reminds you of past mistakes. That it’s a teacher, and a guide.”

“A bit more poetic than I would have phrased it, but shockingly accurate as usual,” John answers, and Sherlock can feel him smile against Sherlock’s hairline.

“I know all of this. What bothers me is that you’re in pain because of my mistakes.”

“I know. And that’s the reason why I forgive you,” John says gently, moving their joined hands over Sherlock’s heart. 

Sherlock says nothing, pressing John’s hand closer against his heart. He can’t express what John’s forgiveness means to him, what this second life they have together has given him. And he knows that the pain he feels every time he watches John live through his death is both his penance and the price he has to pay. He just wishes he was the only one who had to go through it.

“Want to go back to bed now?” John asks, pulling Sherlock even closer.

Sherlock smiles. “In a minute.”

In a minute, they will go back to bed. They will chase away melancholy thoughts and lingering aches with hands and mouths and words of adoration breathed into sweat-slick skin. They will fall asleep entangled and wake together to greet a new day together.

For now, though, Sherlock kisses John’s palm and together, they watch their city doze the night away.

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Periodic reminder that I'm collecting all of these ficlets here on AO3.

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[chocolate1elise]

— I'll listen to you, Sherlock. Continue your long story until dusk begins to fall outside the window, and I will admire your mind, – John took the man's hand, feeling his fading warmth. — I will keep you warm, because love always warms us from the inside. I know I can't do much, but I'll learn. We will help each other in this.

Autumn could give them an amazing crystal time. They will get lost in it, both in their thoughts and in their memories. Sherlock said that autumn could teach you to appreciate every minute passed while the barely warm rays of the sun illuminated the earth.

John called Sherlock wise and thought he was very handsome, and asked him to keep telling something new so that he could immerse himself in his hoarse beloved voice.

And Sherlock spoke in a whisper, but John began to barely distinguish the words as he listened to the soft rustle of the leaves of the trees.

He snuggled up against the warm shoulder because it started to drizzle and it got really cold, but then the warmth disappeared without a trace, and Sherlock hugged him with his arms. There was something very touching and awe-inspiring. That's how love was born.

[aunhinged]

Sherlock and House: Oddest shows of affection.

Sherlock: I’ve programmed an algorithm that can diagnose medical conditions within 0.05% accuracy. Much better than your pathetic clinic work. I think John will appreciate it.

House: Cute. I just pretended to go into cardiac arrest so Wilson would rush in and declare me his one true love. Try faking death next time, it’s a real conversation starter.

Sherlock: How is that even remotely intellectual? John prefers logic, not melodrama.

House: Wilson likes grand gestures. I know my audience.

John (to Wilson): Are they seriously doing this again?

Wilson: I’m pretty sure I’m dating an emotionally stunted teenager. What’s your excuse?

[moodboards-aesthetics]

Mycroft Holmes & Greg Lestrade aka Mystrade

Holmes-Lestrade Family AU