#Johnlock Fic

[chriscalledmesweetie]

Feel-Good Fluff

In case anyone needs this, for reasons:

If You Give Sherlock a Biscuit

If You Give John a Jumper

John is NOT the Little Red Hen

The Three Holmes-Watsons Gruff

Midnight Becomes You

The Story

Biscuits

Do You Want to Know a Secret?

Every Song Reminds Me of You

Wizard of Paws

Goodnight Sherlock, Goodnight John

[raina-at]

Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Harry Watson (mentioned), Sherlock Holmes' Parents, Holmes Family - Character, Sebastian Wilkes Additional Tags: Fake/Pretend Relationship, accidental fake dating, Mistaken for Being in a Relationship, Oblivious Sherlock, Oblivious John, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, Christmas fic, holiday fluff, The tropes all the tropes, Sherlock's parents aren't nice, AU, Unilock, they're just done with Uni but still Unilock, different first meeting, various sex acts between consenting adults, Alcohol, mention of past drug use, mention of alcoholism, Christmas fake dating romcom, Seriously Sherlock's parents are the worst Summary:

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. It's not his fault that his parents assume John's his boyfriend. Of course John is perfect and all, but Sherlock doesn't do romance. So what harm can there be in pretending, if it makes his parents this mad?

Thank you darling wife @nuttersinc for the plot bunny, and thank you superstar @jrow for the beta.

This is my Christmas fic in April, people. It’s completely written, I’m posting the chapters as they come out of beta.

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

Love at First Pride 💜

Johnlock fic for the may prompts hosted by @calaisreno <3 (31st may)

summary:

John just recently discovered he is bi. So this is his first Pride Parade. And then this tall, attractive man catches his eye and he promptly falls in love.

[based on a true experience by the author]

Teen And Up Audience, 892 Words, Fluff. Alternative First Meeting, Pride Parades, Bisexual John Watson, Mike Stamford the proudest straight ally, Gay Sherlock Holmes, Genderqueer Sherlock Holmes, Love at First Sight, POV John Watson, POV Third Person, Meet-Cute, they are in their 20s, Brief Mention of Alcohol and Weed

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[sightofsea]

the first time, a second time around: chapter seven

“I’ve asked before,” John argues, voice hushed. “And after. Before and after, and you haven’t said anything.” Dear god, this conversation’s tedious. He picks up another book, old city plans. There’s a note about amenities that’s been lightly pencilled, something with bathrooms. “I thought it redundant to repeat available information.” “But it wasn’t—” John starts, voice rising, before cutting himself off. He takes a deep breath and starts again at a lower volume. “That wasn’t a confession, Sherlock, that’s an omission. I didn’t know.” Sherlock highly doubts that. He must make a face about it, because John’s tone gets even more irritated. “I wasn’t aware until…now, apparently.” (105 bpm) The gnawing sensation in Sherlock’s body widens. “And I wasn’t aware I had anything to confess,” he snaps back. “Until now. Apparently.” He shuts the book and drops it back on the pile.

one of my most favorite chapters to write, including: itches, hunches, arguments, pendulum fetishists, confessions, omissions, more arguments, hasty acts of diversion via dogging, and things being neither precious nor intact

[bertytravelsfar]

CHAPTER 17 - Another Love

"Can I ask one more question?” John snuffs a soft laugh. Surely this is the least he can do for a man whose home he has invaded, whose life he has disrupted and who has had to listen to him rave about another Sherlock from another plane of existence, whatever that means. He nods. “What would you have done if I’d been him? If I’d been the man you were looking for? If you’d found Sherlock living here?”

Sorry to anyone who is still folllowing this one - I promise we are nearly done. I won't leave anyone hanging! There's even some answers in this chapter! There will likely be one more chapter and an epilogue after this (although when that will be posted is anyone's guess.) Thank you for being so patient and sticking with me.

If you want to read it from the beginning it's here.

[agrlsname]

Fiddles is complete!

The sequel is now posted in its entirety. I gotta say this series is one of my proudest works, so here's some shameless self-promotion:

The Sky is Full of Fiddles 25k, T

It's 1895 in the heart of Swedish folk music and dance. During certain weekends, boys are allowed to visit girls at night, wooing them with fantastical poems. If a girl lets a boy into her room they can share a bed all night, fully clothed, to talk and eat caramels together.

John is seventeen and looking for a girl to marry like everyone else. He's very surprised when another boy suddenly stands outside his door, wanting to share his bed…

A Fair-Weather-Night 14k, M

Wattbacka John, the fiddle-maker’s son, is engaged to the young fiddler Holm William in 1895:s Sweden. This story follows William through the four seasons to come.

[poetrybypuck]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH 😭😭

Fic: Indefinite lines

[holmesianpose]

Chapters: 61/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Philip Anderson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan Additional Tags: Romance, Alternate Universe - Historical, Historical, Boats and Ships, Sailor!John, Aristocrat!Sherlock, AU, Johnlock Trope Challenge, Sexual Content, Explicit Sexual Content, sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Young!naive!Sherlock, Muscular!Sea-hardened!John, POV Sherlock Holmes, SailorLock, sailinglock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Build, Slow Burn, Virgin Sherlock, Anderson has no redeeming qualities whatsoever, Sherlock is a sad gay baby, boxing lessons, Sherlock's Violin, sailor!lock, Sailing, First Kiss, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Top John Watson, Sherlock is a trembling gay flower petal, John is a golden god of sex, First Time, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Sexual Tension, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Frottage, Masturbation, Age of Sail, Regency, Threats of Violence, Threats of sexual violence, Angst with a Happy Ending, THIS STORY WILL HAVE THE HAPPIEST ENDING YOU CAN POSSIBLY STOMACH, but there will be angst and conflict along the way, and also lots and lots of sex, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Don't copy to another site, Alternate Universe - Age of Sail, Alternate Universe - Regency, Rimming Summary:

When the youngest son of the aristocratic Holmes family is shipped off to sea in an attempt to cure him of his poor temper and bad manners, he fully expects to spend a long tedious voyage as miserable as ever. What he does not count on is having his heart stolen by the strapping young crewman, John Watson.

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NEW CHAPTER IS UP DEAR READERS

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[coffeeshopdragons]

Okay I’ve been three days searching for this, so I’m going to throw this out into The Void and see if anyone can help.

Hello! I’m searching for a Sherlock fic on AO3. It’s Johnlock and Post Reichenbach, but in this, a little bit into Sherlock taking down Moriarty’s web, John figures out Sherlock’s alive (I believe via Anderson), and thus decides to go find him. It’s a rather long fic if I remember correctly, as well as completed too. If anyone could help me find it, I would be eternally grateful!

[chriscalledmesweetie]

If you need a laugh, for reasons...

Allow me to offer:

I Am John Watson, I Speak for the Curls

Reverse Psychology

Three Continents, No Compliments

The Wake-Up Fairy

Cocky Locky

X Marks the Spots

Unconventional

Not in Front of the Children

Sherlock and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Week

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Jealousy

He’s not jealous. It would be ridiculous to be jealous. Not after all this time.

Sherlock is gay. Sherlock is also married. To him. They’re raising a daughter together. He trusts Sherlock absolutely. It was hard-worn trust, and it needed a lot of time, therapy and painful honesty to re-establish, but it’s rock solid now. He knows Sherlock would never betray him.

And yet. 

And yet, the very sound of that obscene text message chime is enough to set his teeth on edge and make his blood boil.

Sherlock never replies. He does read the texts, though, and he doesn’t delete them. He went halfway around the world to save her, and he still has the fucking camera phone. 

John hates her. He never found her attractive at all, even though she’s practically Sherlock in female form, with her dark hair, her pale skin and her sharp intellect. But she lacks something completely essential to John. Something Sherlock has, even though he hides it well. Integrity. Morals. Sincerity. He always found her painfully artificial. In control. Cool, calculating, always out for her own advantage. Never a genuine emotion. Even though Sherlock believed she loved him, John never bought into it. 

He hated how she toyed with Sherlock’s emotions, hated how she manipulated him, made him dance. He hated, hated, how fascinated Sherlock was with her, how he admired her, how she turned his head and scrambled his sensors. How desperate he was to impress her. How she taunted him. Look at us both, indeed.

He was insulted when she compared herself to John. John would die for Sherlock. Irene wouldn’t have crossed the street to spit at his corpse. And yet she mockingly called him on his biggest vulnerability, his unrequited—or so he thought—love for Sherlock, his traitorous heart that even then belonged entirely to Sherlock, who—or so he thought—didn’t want it.

Even now, almost a decade later, every time Sherlock gets one of her moany texts, John wants to take Sherlock’s phone and shatter it against the wall. 

It’s not that he thinks Sherlock will ever have sex with her.

It’s that she still fascinates him. Intellectually. She’s so clever, isn’t she. She’s so smart, so cunning, such an elegant criminal. She never gets caught, and only Sherlock can trace her crimes through newspapers and social media posts. A blackmail here, a clever con there. A clandestine theft, an act of corporate espionage. Victimless, bloodless, traceless. And Sherlock loves it. He enjoys regaling John with her exploits, full of admiration and praise for her cleverness.

The thing is, John recognises that this is a him problem. Sherlock doesn’t do anything to make him jealous. Ever. People flirt with him all the time, and he’s oblivious at best and scornfully dismissive at worst. He’s a great father, a wonderfully attentive lover and much easier to live with than he used to be. He’s a good partner, period. And he clearly, openly, transparently, visibly loves John. 

It just.

John isn’t brilliant. He’s not clever, cunning, or elegant. He’s not seductively amoral, he’s not out there temptingly flaunting all the roles of social dos and don’ts in an elegant, victimless, clever fashion. 

He’s the person admonishing Sherlock to put his socks in the bloody hamper. He’s the one asking him about the electric bill. He’s the one topping up Sherlock’s oyster card and the one telling him to call his parents. 

And yes, he binds Sherlock’s wounds and soothes his nightmares and tethers him to the ground when he would otherwise fly apart. 

And he knows Sherlock loves him intensely, passionately, almost obsessively. He knows Sherlock values him, respects him, needs him.

He’s just never sure exactly why.

Most of the time, he doesn’t think about it. They work, as a couple, as parents, as partners. They’ve always mysteriously clicked, like two broken pieces fitting together perfectly at the cracks. Most of the time, he’s too busy living his life, raising his child, loving his husband.

But sometimes, there’s a text. And a sound. And John looks at the person he loves so much his heart literally quivers with it sometimes, and he wonders. 

Why me, if it could be her? Why me, if it could be anyone?

He never asks, because he’s honestly afraid of the answer. And he knows it doesn’t matter why Sherlock loves him, because it’s so obvious that he does. There’s so much binding them together these days. Parenthood, trust, affection, family, habit, and more than a fair share of lust.

But sometimes he doubts. Will it last? Will he one day wake up, look at me, realise I’m just a broken ex-soldier who has nothing to offer?

It only lasts a second. It only lasts until Sherlock notices his frown, pulls him down for a searing kiss that relegates the doubts in John’s mind back into the closet. 

One of these days, John knows, the doubts will disappear completely. One of these days, he’ll hear that fucking moan and won’t care.

He’s not quite there yet. 

But he will be.

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge!

read day 29 on ao3:

(prompt: doing a chore around the house)

summary:

“You convince me of the craziest things, Holmes."

“Oh, come on! A night at IKEA can hardly be more exciting than Afghanistan!”

“Less murders, I’d hope."

“There is no need to whisper, John. We are alone in this gigantic möbelaffär.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Furniture store. It is Swedish.”

“Why does it sound like you’re having an affair with furniture?”

“I do not know. Shall we check out the beds?”

T, 2.676 words, Developing Relationship. IKEA, Fluff, Love Confessions, Sharing a Bed, First Kiss, First Time, just fluff, i love them your honor

tags under the cut 🥰✨

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[sightofsea]

the first time, a second time around: chapter four

“I’m just saying, I could’ve taken pictures.” Sherlock shakes his head. “Pictures are nothing compared to the real thing. Only working with one sense when I need—” “—all five, yeah. I remember. Just don’t go licking floor tiles again like you did the last time you said that, alright? Not exactly an image I want stuck in my head again.” For various reasons.

lets go girls this week we've got: fractured dreams, wank deductions, lively obituaries, bathroom moments, distractions, and emails

[bertytravelsfar]

Chapter 18 - The Night We Met

Please forgive the ridiculous gaps in my posting - I said I wouldn't leave this story hanging and I won't. It will be finished regardless of life doing its best to get in the way of that. I think there's one more chapter after this and then a quick (ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!) epilogue. We're almost there!

SO..... The Night We Met if you can remember what happened last time...

Or... Only Yesterday if you want to recap.

Thank you to everyone who has sent encouraging messages or left me feedback. You're all utterly yummy.

[agrlsname]

Happy New Year!

My traditional New Year's fic is up:

Every Year Johnlock, rated T, 1k, part 7 of New Year's Kiss

John and Sherlock have a fight on New Year's Eve. Will they miss their traditional midnight kiss?

Enjoy, and check out the 6 previous parts (13k in total) to get in the mood for New Year's Eve!

[the-lesbianest-batman]

saw a documentary about organ donation in my ethics class today where the guy said it's the greatest gift you could ever give anyone and I could barely contain my laughter cause Of THIS FIC

!! Image contains Spoilers for "Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained" by withoutawish