#Charles Augustus Magnussen

[yrkanho9]

it's all about knowledge, everything is.

[mandymorisdraigynss]

Sherlocktober day 13: AU

The au I chose was Danganronpa

WAIT I ACTUALLY LIKE THIS ONE. I KNEW EXACTLY WHAT TO DO WHEN I SAW THIS ON THE PROMPT LIST.

I WAS PLANNING MORE BUT ITS FINE ILL EXPLAIN IT IN WORDS

I can imagine Chapter 6 to just be. So insane because of Richard Brook (moriarty's fake identity.)

Okay in terms of ultimates, this is what I had down:

Sherlock - Ultimate Consulting Detective

Moriarty - Ultimate Consulting Criminal Reserve Course or Ultimate Lucky Student? (This would be a big reveal I bet, like the Junko reveal)

John - Reserve Course (sorry buddy)

Mary - Ultimate Assassin (this is also a reveal)

Eurus - I dont know something to do with manipulation

Mycroft - Something to do with the government

Molly - I forgot her job specifically but I think she's a pathologist lets go with Ultimate Pathologist

Magnussen - He would have some kind of cover relating to owning the news, but actually have an ultimate like Ultimate Blackmailer or something

Mrs Hudson: Ultimate Hope OBVIOUSLY!!

Prompts for Sherlocktober by @ box.isnotconfused on tiktok and insta, @ BoxIs_Confused on Twitter

[flying-ham]

it’s very fun that mads and lars mikkelsen both played evil geniuses with memory/mind palaces in the same year

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[johnlockbbc]

[twistedtummies2]

Top 5 Portrayals of Charles Augustus Milverton

Our final list devoted to the supporting cast of Sherlock Holmes and his world was the single most challenging to create. I’ve talked about Professor Moriarty, Irene Adler, and Sebastian Moran in previous lists, and all of them are villains I think most would place in the “love to hate” category. These are characters who, either because they are simply entertaining, or because they have some deeper and more complex elements of interest, we actually enjoy seeing in action (to some degree or another), and perhaps even find ourselves rooting for to some degree. Of course, an antagonist of any sort doesn’t HAVE to be likable in order to be effective: they simply need to be good at what they do, which is providing opposition to the protagonist. Some bad guys are meant to be characters the readers - as well as the heroes of the story - find utterly and totally repugnant. A friend of mine refers to them as “punchable” villains, and I think that’s accurate: they’re characters you just hate with a passion and want nothing more than to see them decked out with a punch to the face, if not something better. One of the earliest examples of such “punchable” characters is our topic for today: the Master Blackmailer, Charles Augustus Milverton. Despite only appearing in one story (which, to be fair, is the treatment nearly all of Holmes’ enemies got), Milverton has made his mark as one of the detectives most infamous and despicable villains, mostly because of the fact that not only are the readers meant to hate him…but even Holmes HIMSELF expresses absolute DISGUST with Milverton. The character is written to be the most deplorable slimeball on the face of the Earth, his attitude and actions so vile that even the World’s Greatest Detective - who has faced so many criminals and crooks - despises him. Keep in mind, Holmes holds nothing but respect for Professor Moriarty, the Napoleon of Crime and his arch-enemy: for him to so utterly detest Milverton is a sign of just how awful a person this character is.

Milverton is an opportunistic cad of the highest order. He is described as a sort of human snake, with Doyle using reptilian analogies for the character’s motions, appearance, and so forth. In the books, Milverton does what he does primarily for greed: he blackmails people and profits off of their misfortunes, and this is really how he makes much of his living. Nearly everything he owns is due to him weaseling money, power, and so forth out of other human beings. To make matters worse, if someone DOESN’T pay up, he still profits in his own mind: once the dirty laundry he hangs over their heads gets aired out to the populace, everyone else in his grasp, present or future, will KNOW he’s being serious. It’s indicated that Milverton takes sadistic joy out of what he does, as he craves the feeling of being in power and control over others: in some versions, even in death, he shows neither remorse nor even fear, as he still believes, after he’s gone, he’ll have the upper hand. In others - including the original story that bears his name - once he realizes he’s cornered, he cowers and cringes and crawls like the craven worm he is. Either way, any time Milverton is beaten, it is satisfying beyond belief: that is ultimately the way he is meant to be. A smear on the fabric of humanity that everyone - the readers, the protagonists, and I suspect even the author - feels VERY happy to see washed away. To say there are “favorite” versions of Milverton of mine is overselling things. That indicates I actually LIKE the guy in ANY rendition, and I really don’t: no one is supposed to. But I felt, given his reputation and prominence, he deserved some limelight as much as the other characters I’ve covered. So, I looked at a few basics: which versions were the most satisfying to see beaten, which versions were played by actors I have a particular fondness for (despite such a horrible fiend being their role), and which ones did something interesting with the character that I can’t help but praise? Taking all those things together, allow to present - with an almighty asterisk beside the title - My Top 5 “Favorite” Portrayals of Charles Augustus Milverton.

5. Barry Jones, from the 60s BBC Series.

Jones is what might be termed - and you will pardon my blunt and crude analogy - your “basic b!tch” Milverton. He sticks to the source and sticks to it truly, without much reimagining involved. That’s not a bad thing, but I think other Milvertons higher up do a bit more interesting twists with the character. Jones is perfect casting, being a master at playing snobbish and reprehensibly dandified fellows; in another Sherlock Holmes outing, the film “A Study in Terror,” he played such a character in the form of the Duke of Shires: a slightly comical fop who starts off as an unlikeable so-and-so, but eventually shows he has a good heart beneath his pompous exterior. Milverton is essentially if you took that character and removed all likability from his soul.

4. Boris Ryzhukin, from The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes & Dr. Watson.

While I think Jones’ portrayal of the Master Blackmailer is closer to the novel, Ryzhukin’s performance is equally excellent, and the adaptation makes an interesting change to the character. In this version, Milverton’s story is the prelude to the events of “The Final Problem,” as he is revealed to be one of Professor Moriarty’s top agents. His case is therefore the catalyst that sets off the chain of events ending in the battle at Reichenbach Falls.

3. Robert Hardy, from the Granada Series.

While I have some issues with the creative liberties taken in this adaptation of the story - which is very rare for the Brett series, I must confess - I think Robert Hardy’s take on Milverton is absolutely perfect, being both accurate to the source and going just a little bit beyond that to make him as creepy and even intimidating as he is slimy and sickening. Not much else to say, just a masterclass of fine acting in the guise of a thoroughly awful dastard.

2. Lars Mikkelsen, from Sherlock.

In this version, the character is renamed “Charles Augustus Magnussen,” to better match Mikkelsen’s Danish roots. The change of name, however, does nothing to disguise this versions nastiness. While much of season three of “Sherlock” was “meh,” I think Magnussen’s episode is one of the best of the whole series, and while he is a totally dispensable customer, the incarnation was very interesting. In this version, Magnussen has the exact same “powers” as Sherlock Holmes, being just as much of a genius and a brilliant expert at deduction as the detective, if not superior to him. He uses these abilities to figure out people’s weaknesses more easily and exploit them.

1. The Version from Moriarty the Patriot.

This is the closest any version of Milverton has come to being a “love to hate” character for me. (The keyword being “closest.”) While we’ve seen a version of Milverton who worked for Moriarty, this version turns out to be an enemy to BOTH Sherlock Holmes AND his arch-nemesis, and ends up being the closest thing to a “big bad” the series has given us so far. He is described as the “pure evil” counterpoint to Moriarty’s “necessary evil” in this reimagining, and is fueled more by his sadistic desires than greed. He's voiced by Kenji Nojima in Japanese, and Kayleigh McKee in the English Dub.

[consult-sherlockholmes]

Bestie, are you upset with me? Was it the skin?

Why should I be upset? It takes a lot more to upset me than to ask for 144 square feet of skin.

[devoursjohnlock]

Sherlock: His Last Vow | The Adventure of Charles Augustus Milverton (1904) | Granada: The Master Blackmailer | Sherlock: The Six Thatchers

[piedalchemist]

Moriarty was ruined by overexposure

[mantra4ia]

Reasons why re-watching Sherlock as a mental hiatus to social and political *******y is so easy: it readily 🖕🏼 government and corporate corruption tropes. They're prolific, and they recognize and roast themselves. Charles Magnussen: power hoarding, manipulative, intimidating, misogynistic, media business tycoon. He exploited the vulnerable, flicked the common man in the eye, and was dispatched in an episode.

In reality Magnussen would get a multi-season arc in government.

[nemospecific]

It’s been, goodness, almost a decade at this point since I saw it, but I still don’t understand how the blackmailer from season 3 of Sherlock was supposed to work.

Putting all the blackmail material in a mind palace addresses the possibility of someone stealing/destroying the proof, but it also means YOU DON’T HAVE ANY PROOF. It’s your word against theirs! Maybe it can cause scandal socially or politically, and sometimes that’s enough, but without proof it’s just slander.

If blackmailing someone is like threatening them with a jar of nitroglycerin, that you could throw at them if they don’t pay and you will drop it if something happens to you, then this guy was threatening people with the formula of it he’d memorized.

[johnlockbbc]

guys why the FUCK did no one tell me that Charles Augustus MAGNUSSEN is Mads Mikkelsen’s BROTHER?? WHAT

[calaisreno]

The Client

936 words / Prompt: Secret

Mary looks at the chair. John can’t be serious. “Why?”

The look he gives her is terrible. She knows his temper, but this is the first time she’s seen Captain Watson, who could shoot a man and have no trouble sleeping afterwards. 

“Because that’s where they sit,” he whispers fiercely. “You’re a client now, Mary. That’s all you are. That’s where you sit and talk, and we listen and decide if we want you or not.”

Sherlock is looking sort of grey. She wonders how he managed to sneak out of the hospital and set this up. Was it really necessary? Did he not think that John would believe him?

Her husband—well, the marriage probably isn’t legal, and now that he knows he’s married to a woman who’s been lying since the day they met, he’s obviously not going to stay. Right now, he can’t even look at her. 

Sherlock nods at her. She’s not sure why he’s trying to help her. Or why she didn’t kill him when she had a chance. She was rattled, or she would have done it properly, and this conversation wouldn’t be happening. 

She thought she was finally safe. John is exactly the kind of man she would marry. If Sherlock hadn’t come back, they could have been happy. John is angry now, and it’s not all about her. He’s in love with Sherlock, and it’s something he can’t admit, even to himself. 

Maybe she should have simply disappeared. 

She still could.

“You know what?” She stands in front of John’s chair, glaring down at him. “Forget this bullshit. Open your eyes, John. This—” She pats her belly. “It isn’t real. There’s no baby.” 

He sits up, wide-eyed now.

She smirks. “Don’t pretend you didn’t suspect. You didn’t want to believe it, so you stopped paying attention.”

John’s speechless for a moment, then stammers. “But… why would you do that?”

“Without the baby, I would have lost you.” She turns to Sherlock. “Thanks, but I’ll handle Magnussen on my own.” 

Picking up her handbag, she walks towards the door. On the threshold she turns and gives her parting shot. “Pull your heads out of your arses, boys. See ya.”

John stares after her until they hear the door downstairs slam. He turns to Sherlock. “What the hell just happened?”

Sherlock tries to push himself up from his chair. “John… I think…”

Heavy feet are clattering up the stairs. John looks towards the door, where the paramedics have appeared. 

“Did somebody call an ambulance?”

Sherlock gasps. “Did you bring any morphine?”

A week later…

BBC News. According to Detective Greg Lestrade of Scotland Yard, the investigation into the death of media mogul Charles Augustus Magnussen has turned up no clues to the identity of his killer, or how they came to Appledore, his residence. Security footage is being examined, but the killer obviously knew their target and took care not to be caught on camera. All leads will be pursued, he says, but it appears to be a professional job.

Months later…

“You know, Sherlock, we didn’t need to have such a big wedding.”

“Don’t say that to Mummy. It’s always been her ambition to plan one. And I’m finding I don’t mind it so much.”

“I don’t even know half of these people. Other than Harry, I assume they’re all your relatives.”

“Most are. And acquaintances. My parents have a lot of friends.”

“Mycroft looks… well, less dyspeptic than usual.”

“Every feast needs a spectre, John.”

“Oh, look, he’s talking with Greg. And he’s actually smiling.”

“Who?”

“Oh, give it up, Sherlock. Greg Lestrade.”

“Ah, yes. They do seem rather… friendly. Interesting…”

“Who’s the woman with the hair?”

“All the women have hair, John. Not a single bald woman in the hall. Oh, I see. Looks like a wig. Probably some mystery relative. She’s talking with my cousin Pansy. Mummy will know.”

“Not important. Just… she seems familiar. Look, here’s Harry. Glad she made it this time.”

“Harry! Come here—I need to dance with my sister-in-law.”

“All right, Sherlock—does this mean Johnny gets to dance with Mycroft?”

“Absolutely not! I’m not dancing with Mycroft, even if he’s secretly running the country.”

“Well, your loss. Come on, Sherlock. John says you’re a good dancer. Let me see you get your boogie on.”

“My what?”

“Mrs Holmes! This is all lovely. Thank you so much.”

“Of course, John! And please, you must call me Viola. Where’s your husband?”

“He’s dancing with Harry. Say, who’s that woman over there with the dark hair and large glasses? She was just talking with Pansy.”

“Oh… I don’t know, John. I thought she was one of yours.”

“No, she’s not. Oh, look, she’s leaving.”

“Honestly, who leaves a wedding early? Sherlock, do come here!”

“Yes, Mummy?”

“It’s your wedding! Dance with your husband, dear! I’m going to look for mine.”

“Gladly. Come here, John.”

“Sherlock, that woman—”

“Yes, John. I know.”

“Does Mycroft know?”

“He told me she was dead. But he’s been wrong about dead people before.”

“Why do you think she came here?”

“You mean, why did she crash our wedding? I think she just wanted to make sure you’re fine. That we’re fine.”

“Is this what she meant by ‘get your heads out of your arses’?”

“I believe so.”

“Well, I’m glad she’s not vengeful.”

“No, I don’t believe she is. And I don’t bear her any ill-will.”

“No? Hm. I do, just a bit. But tonight, I only want to think about you.”

“Do you? Then I’ll just have to keep your attention, won’t I?”

“You always do, love.”

--

All my May Prompts 2024 can be read on AO3 here.

[piedalchemist]

That smirk.

[anonymousewrites]

A Study of the Heart and Brain (Book 4) Chapter Eight

Father Figure! Sherlock Holmes x Teen! Reader

Chapter Eight: Long Wait

Summary: Reunited and back to working together, the Holmes and Watson families get back to solving cases.

            “What you’re about to see is classified beyond top secret,” said Mycroft. “Is that quite clear?”

            He stood behind (Y/N) and Sherlock and in front of a group of higherups in the British government. Before all of them, a TV was displaying (Y/N), Sherlock, and John’s final confrontation with Magnussen. The cameras of the snipers and helicopters had captured everything.

            “Don’t minute any of this.” The secretary stopped moving. “Once beyond these walls, you must never speak of it. A D-notice has been slapped on the entire incident. Only those within this room, codenames Antarctica, Langdale, Lolly, Porlock, and Love, will ever know the truth. As far as everyone else is concerned, going to the Prime Minister and way beyond, Charles Augustus—” Mycroft looked sharply at Sherlock. “Are you tweeting?”

            “No,” said Sherlock. “I’m ordering lollipops for (Y/N). I think they earned them as this point.”

            (Y/N) perked up at the idea of sweets.

            Mycroft narrowed his eyes. “Will you take these matters seriously, Sherlock?”

            “I am taking it seriously. What makes you think I’m not taking it seriously?” said Sherlock. His eyes landed on the table. “Are those ginger nuts? Love ginger nuts.” He took a handful.

            “Our doctor said you were clean,” said Love.

            “I had a misstep,” said Sherlock. “No need for stimulants now, though. I have work to do.”

            “You’re high as a kite,” said Porlock.

            “Natural high, I assure you,” said Sherlock. “I’m just glad to be alive and back with tolerable people.” He grinned at (Y/N), who nodded. He looked back at the group. “What shall we do next?” He pointed at the secretary. “What’s your name?”

            “Vivian,” she said.

            “What would you do, Vivian?” said Sherlock.

            “Pardon?” said Vivian.

            “Oh, whatever. (Y/N), what should we do?” said Sherlock.

            “Pick up my lollipops,” said (Y/N), a fairly self-serving request but they wanted their snacks.

            “Excellent, efficient answer,” said Sherlock.

            “Mr. Holmes,” said Love sharply.

            “Yes?” said Sherlock.

            “We do need to get on,” said Love.

            “Yes, of course,” said Mycroft, turning the recording on again.

            On the TV, there was a clear view of (Y/N) standing before Magnussen with the gun in their hand. “And I’m (Y/N) Holmes,” said (Y/N) on the recording. Bang! There was a shot, but it was into Magnussen’s leg, not his head.

            So they edited it, thought (Y/N). “Who shot him, then?”

            “Some over-eager squaddie with an itchy trigger finger, that’s who,” said Porlock.

            “That’s not what happened at all,” said Sherlock.

            “It is now,” said Mycroft.

            “For the record, which apparently doesn’t exist here, I don’t regret what I did,” said (Y/N), voice even with complete truth. They hadn;t taken pleasure in killing, but they didn’t feel bad about it, either.

            “Remarkable. How did you do it?” said Love.

            “We have some very talented people working here,” said Porlock. “If James Moriarty can hack every TV screen in the land, rest assured, we have the tech to doctor a bit of security footage. That is now the official version, the version anyone we want to will see.”

            “No need to go to the trouble of getting some sort of official pardon,” said Love. “You and (Y/N) (L/N)—”

            “Holmes,” said Sherlock and (Y/N).

            “Holmes are off the hook,” finished Love.

            “Okay, cheers,” said Sherlock, rising from his seat. (Y/N) followed suit.

            “Obviously, there’s unfinished business,” said Love. “Moriarty.”

            “Moriarty is dead,” said Sherlock.

            “You believe he filmed the video before his death?” said Love.

            “Yes,” said Sherlock.

            “You also say you know what he’s going to do next,” said Love. “What does that mean?”

            “Perhaps that’s all there was to it. Perhaps he was just trying to frighten you both,” said Porlock.

            “That would be wishful thinking,” said (Y/N). “But no. Moriarty is the type of man to set up a trap for his opponents after his own death.”

            Sherlock nodded. “He’s planned something long term. Posthumous revenge. Posthumous game.”

            “We brought you back to deal with this,” said Love. “What are you going to do?”

            “Wait,” said (Y/N).

            “Wait?” repeated Love.

            “We’re the targets,” said (Y/N). “So we wait until the next part of the game begins.”

            “We’ll know when the game begins,” said Sherlock. “We always know when the game is on.” He and (Y/N) stepped out the door into freedom.

            As they walked for a cab, (Y/N) glanced at Sherlock. “What is his endgame for a game after his death? What does he win if he’s dead?”

            “Satisfaction at knowing he had us beat in some way,” said Sherlock. He glanced down and saw that (Y/N) was facing forward again. He looked forward as a cab pulled up, and his gaze hardened. What did Moriarty stand to gain if he was dead? He couldn’t get to (Y/N)—which was the reason Sherlock would never regret killing Moriarty (protecting (Y/N)), and he couldn’t know that Sherlock was losing. So what more was going on?

            As ever, (Y/N) was seeing that there had to be more.

            Sherlock just hoped that whatever it was wouldn’t hurt them. However, it was that—hope. Sherlock knew that whatever was coming was dangerous. He squared his shoulders.

            He would protect (Y/N).

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            Wham! Sherlock stabbed through the stack of papers, happily attaching them to the mantel. “If this gets any better, we’re gonna get two knives.”

            “It pays to advertise,” said John, typing up a blog post to say they were back to solving casing.

            “So, what about Moriarty, then?” said Mary.

            “Oh, I have a plan,” said Sherlock. “I’m going to monitor the underworld, every quiver of the web will tell me the spider’s moves.”

            “I’ll just wait to be kidnapped. That seems to happen frequently when Moriarty is involved,” said (Y/N), twirling a lollipop around.

            “It’s concerning that that’s a fact and not a joke,” said Mary, frowning. (Y/N) shrugged.

            “Sherlock, your plan is to basically just sit there solving crimes like you and (Y/N) always do,” said John.

            “Awesome, isn’t it?” said Sherlock, pleased with himself.

            “Would you rather we do nothing?” said (Y/N).

            John sighed.

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Over the next nine months…

            “He drowned. That’s what we thought. But when they opened up his lungs…”

            “Yes?” said Mary (another addition to the Holmes household and detective agency).

            “Sand,” said the client.

            “Superficial,” said Sherlock.

Another time…

            (Y/N) looking through the magnifying glass. “Come back, it’s the wrong thumb.”

And another…

            “But—” said John.

            “It’s never twins,” said (Y/N) and Sherlock.

And another…

            “Hawkins, arrest Wilson,” said Sherlock on one video call.

            “Dimmock, look in the lymph nodes,” said (Y/N) on another call.

            “Wilson?” said Hawkins.

            “Lymph nodes?” said Dimmock.

            “You have a limbless torso, and there’ll be traces of ink left in the lymph nodes under the armpit,” said (Y/N). “If your corpse had tattoos, you’ll be able to tell there.”

            “Bloody hell. Is that a guess?” said Dimmock.

            “I don’t guess,” said (Y/N), closing the computer.

            “So, he’s the killer,” said Hawkins to Sherlock.

            “The canary trainer?” Sherlock scoffed. “Of course he’s the killer.”

            “Didn’t see that coming,” said Hawkins.

            “Naturally.” Sherlock closed the call.

            “Sherlock, (Y/N),” said John sternly. “You can’t go on spinning plates like this.”

            “We’re not. We’re solving cases,” said (Y/N). “Why would we spin plates?”

            John groaned, and Mary tutted.

And some more…

            “The heart medication you are taking is known to cause bouts of amnesia,” said Sherlock.

            “Yes, I think so,” said the client. “Why?”

            “Because the fingerprints on your brother’s neck were your own,” said (Y/N).

And even more…

            “A jellyfish!” laughed John.

            “Not our usual culprit,” remarked (Y/N).

            “I know,” chuckled Sherlock.

            “You can’t arrest a jellyfish,” said John, shaking his head.

            “We could try,” said Sherlock.

            “We did,” said (Y/N).

            John’s phone vibrated, and he took it out with a frown before his eyes widened. “Oh, god.”

            “Mary?” said Sherlock and (Y/N).

            “Fifty-nine missed calls,” said John.

            “We’re in a lot of trouble,” said Sherlock.

            A few minutes later (with a lot of running and shouting), Mary was in the backseat of a cab, John and Sherlock were in the front, and (Y/N) was sitting beside her. Mary was in labor.

            “Ow! Oh my god!” screamed Mary. “Oh, my god!”

            “Relax. It’s got two syllables,” said John, trying to use the techniques they’d learned in classes.

            “I’m a nurse, darling. I think I know what to do!” said Mary, gritting her teeth and trying to breathe.

            “Re…lax,” said John.

            “Oh, just drive! Please go. Just drive, god, driiiiive!” shouted Mary.

            “Sherlock, (Y/N). Mary.” John glared at them.

            (Y/N) cleared their throat. “Breathe?” they said hesitantly to Mary.

            “Relax?” said Sherlock.

            “Don’t you two start!” said Mary. Her head whipped towards John. “John, I think you have to pull over.”

            “Mary, Mary—” began John.

            “Pull over!” snapped Mary.

            Baby Watson was born at seven minutes past one in the morning just below a road sign, next to a car.

And more time passed…

            John and Mary smiled as they held the baby close. Mrs. Hudson took a thousand photos of them and cooed over the baby just as much as they did.

            “So, what’s her name?” said Mrs. Hudson.

            “Catherine,” said John.

            “Oh, no, we’ve gone off that,” said Mary.

            “Have we?” said John.

            “Yeah,” said Mary, smiling.

            “Oh.” John was smiling, too.

            “Well, you know what I think,” said Sherlock, amused.

            “Your name isn’t a girl’s name, and we already have one (Y/N),” said John.

            (Y/N) smiled slightly. “I don’t think we need more.”

            John looked at Mrs. Hudson. “Mrs. H, we would be honored to have you as a godparent if you’d be willing to.”

            Mrs. Hudson smiled. “Really? Oh, that would be lovely.”

            “And, uh…” John cleared his throat as he walked towards Sherlock and (Y/N). “You, too, Sherlock.”

            "You too, what?” said Sherlock.

            “Godfather. We’d like you to be godfather,” said John.

            “God is a ludicrous fiction dreamt up by inadequates who abnegate all responsibility to an invisible magic friend,” said Sherlock.

            “Yeah, but there’ll be cake. Will you do it?” said John.

            “I’ll get back to you,” said Sherlock, but John just rolled his eyes fondly. He knew that Sherlock—who, despite it all, had fatherly instincts—would say yes.

            Soon enough, Rosamund Mary was baptized, and Sherlock and Mrs. Hudson were godparents. And (Y/N), to the surprise of everyone (including Sherlock), turned out to be a surprisingly good babysitter. Rosie loved them pretty much instantly, much to the chagrin of Mary and John who had to try to get her to bed.

            Despite all that had happened, for a few short months, everything was as it should be. The Holmes and Watson families were together and whole.

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[meetinginsamarra]

Fanfics I Really Liked in April 2024

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).

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Guess Who's Coming for Christmas Dinner by Raina_at @raina-at

Sherlock hates spending Christmas with his snobby parents. John has nowhere to go over the holidays. The heat in 221B is broken and their fridge is empty. Plus, Sherlock's parents will hate John. So of course Sherlock takes John along.

Very fun to read how they deliberately upset the bigoted parents and its results.

Complementary Colours by unicornpoe

A delightful enemies to lovers, set in an art class. John hates Sherlock and Sherlock hates that he likes John. SOmehow, it still works out. So much fun!!

Enjoying The Scenery by tiger_in_the_flightdeck @tiger-in-the-flightdeck

Sherlock Holmes is on a stakeout in Regent's Park, and his mind keeps wandering to the attractive jogger who passes him each day. John Watson is recently home from Afghanistan, and during his daily jog, he catches the attention of a gorgeous busker. Too bad they can't work up the nerve to make a move before an assassination attempt tries to ruin everything.

Fratros, Eros and Agape by emma221b

When John Watson found Sherlock Holmes lying shot and bleeding on the floor of Charles Augustus Magnussen's office, he had no idea of the events that would turn his life upside down in the following months.

Great sickfic, hurt/comfort and a Johnlock ending.

the lingering taste of orange juice by darcylindbergh

Sherlock felt the familiar heat surge in his abdomen again at the touch: hope strung taut between head and heart as in all the quiet moments between them, when Sherlock sometimes got the clues all mixed up and thought maybe John felt something too.

First kiss, pining, fluff and humour. Balm for the soul.