#Johnlock fic

[ohwhataniight]

“Flying machines; these, er, telephone contraptions ... What sort of lunatic fantasy is that?”

“It was simply my conjecture of what a future world might look like, and how you and I might fit inside it.”

Watson nods, and Holmes stands up. “You and I, in such a world, perhaps we would not be so misplaced. So... queer. Maybe we would belong, us. Might I even say we could be accepted.” With a long stride he eliminates the distance between the two armchairs.

Watson stands up as well, lips pursed into a thin line, brow furrowed, and he starts fumbling with Holmes’ cravat. “Are you sure it’s still just a seven percent solution that you take? I think you may have increased the dosage.”

Holmes shrugs his shoulders, his breath of cigars and tea falling softly on Watson’s face. “Perhaps I was being a little fanciful ...” he whispers pensievely.

Watson reaches for the nape of Holmes’ neck and pulls his head lower to capture his lips in a yearning kiss. “Our love needs not a name,” he whispers around their shared breath, hands cupping Holmes’ head, thumbs tracing soft circles on his cheekbones. “It is ours, it needs no recognition, no acceptance.”

Holmes’ long fingers are between them, fumbling deftly with the buttons on Watson’s waistcoat. “Perhaps... perhaps you are right, my dear Watson. But perhaps such thing might come to pass. In some distant future, you could be free to love me, with no shame or remorse.”

“My sentiments are not shackled. I love you here, now.” Watson lowers his hands to capture Holmes’ wrists and look at him straight in the eyes. “I love you, Sherlock. Most ardently.”

“That, then, my dear John, must be enough,” Holmes murmurs against Watson’s temple.

Behind the heavy, drawn, embroidered curtains, a small world is hidden, the inhabitants of which slowly stumble down the corridor and into Holmes’ chamber, waistcoats and cravats discarded to the floor. Outside the window, the fumes and horns of cars, embellished from the lights of tall skyscrapers, the flashing neon of the street shops illuminating the faces of people walking and looking at their phones, taking no account of what goes on inside the apartment of 221B Baker Street.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Blood Tracks and Love Attacks

turtely's FTH fic for @lostinsherlock44

summary:

Six people enter a chairlift at the bottom of the mountain. Only five arrive at the top. All of them are dead.

Sherlock and John have to solve the case and promptly go on a skiing vacation in Austria. While the case turns out to have an easy if brutal solution, the matter of the hearts and feelings for each other seems only to complicate...

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6/6 chapters

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[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

[sakshisahu]

My 3rd fic!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62631484/chapters/160321102

The Sociology Experiment (Or, How Sherlock Holmes Lost to a Textbook)

By SakshiSahu

Summary:

It starts with a book.

A completely ordinary, perfectly harmless sociology textbook. John found it among his old things, a relic from university, and—naturally—dares Sherlock to read it.

Sherlock, unwilling to back down from any challenge, accepts.

Big mistake.

What follows is two hours of Sherlock arguing with a textbook,

Somewhere between Monarchy & autocracy, marriage,culture, kinship and Social Control, Sherlock Holmes realizes he is in love with John Watson.

At 4:30 A.M., he wakes John up, kisses him, and asks if they’re a family.

Unfortunately for Sherlock, Mycroft hears about it. And he brings gifts.

Sherlock loses the battle with a book, loses the war, and somehow gains a boyfriend.

But he absolutely refuses to admit that sociology might have had something to do with it.

[therealsaintscully]

saintscully's completed johnlock/mclennon/x-files fics - a master post (January 2025)

Since I'm a bit stuck with some of my WIPs, here's a list of my completed ones, ordered by most recent to the oldest:

(x-files/msr) Paper Thin (G, 1 chapter) She doesn’t know which scares her more: that he’ll never find the answer, or that he might.

(mclennon) Gretna Green Waltz (E, 1 Chapter) A fleeting melody chases Paul for decades—a tune half-remembered, a life half-lived. This is its story.

On Hold (E, PWP, 1 chapter) John is on hold with the bank. Sherlock empties the teapot into the flowers.

things we can't untie (T, Friends to Lovers, 1 chapter) John moves back to Baker Street on the last day of summer.

Simon (or: Love Calls You by Your Name) (M, Established Relationship, 1 chapter) John bumps into Simon. The Simon. Five times in one night Simon.

Life and Death in Sunderland (M, Happens during Sherlock's hiatus, 1 chapter) One last sip, one last over-the-shoulder glance at the ghost. It’s still standing there when he leaves, forever staring out into the water. ***Life and Death's companion piece, written from Sherlock's POV during his hiatus, is I Have Not Lingered (M, 6 chapters).

Plus One (G, TSOT fix-it, 1 chapter) More precisely —and more to the point— Sherlock was staring at the man’s arse, hanging mid-air like a denim-clad piñata.

Mark Your Calendars (M, Friends to Lovers, 1 chapter) John happens upon a box full of Sherlock’s old yearly planners.

Erosion (E, Friends to Lovers, 12 chapters) Sherlock's father falls ill. James Sholto is back in town. John has to navigate the consequences of crime, illness and death and their impact on his frayed relationship with Sherlock.

The Fight or Flight series, made up for Fight or Flight (M, TST fix-it of sorts, 10 chapters) - This is the story of John and Sherlock during Mary’s months away from London, continued by Detours (M, Post-TFP, 12 chaptes) - John has to examine everything he thought he knew about Sherlock, himself and their relationship in order to win his rightful place yet again.

[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

[poetrybypuck]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH 😭😭

Fic: Indefinite lines

[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.

[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

😌🌊👨🏼‍🤝‍👨🏻🌸🐚⚓️🌈✨

[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!

[ohwhataniight]

New Christmas story on AO3!

“She tried to hang mistletoe!” Sherlock barks. “It’s lethal if ingested, Mrs. Hudson! Think of the children!” “I am thinking of the children, that’s why we need the mistletoe,” Mrs. Hudson mutters under her breath, quickly disappearing into the kitchen. John tries hard to hold back a smile. 

[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

tags under the cut!

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[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

[sakshisahu]

I've written my first ever proper fic!

"Rosie’s Big Day"

Chapter 1: The Announcement

The morning started with the sound of clinking dishes and the faint hum of a violin from the sitting room of 221B Baker Street. John was at the kitchen counter, buttering toast for his eight-year-old daughter, Rosie, while Sherlock sat at the table, examining a suspicious-looking vial of liquid.

“Daddy,” Rosie began, her voice heavy with determination.

“Yes, sweetheart?” John responded absently, placing the toast in front of her.

“I’ve decided I want my ears pierced.”

The butter knife slipped from his fingers, landing with a clatter on the plate. Sherlock froze mid-inspection of the vial. Both men turned to her, though their reactions couldn’t have been more different.

“Absolutely not,” Sherlock said immediately.

“Oh, come on, Sherlock,” John said, waving him off. “It’s normal for kids her age. All her friends probably have them.”

“Exactly my point,” Sherlock countered, setting the vial down. “Blind conformity to societal trends is—”

“I’m not conforming!” Rosie interrupted, puffing out her cheeks in indignation. “I just want to look pretty. Clara got hers pierced last week, and everyone said she looked so cool. Besides, it’s my choice!”

Sherlock arched an eyebrow. “A choice made under peer pressure is no choice at all.”

“Sherlock,” John warned, seeing Rosie’s eyes narrow.

“You’re the meanest dad ever!” she declared, crossing her arms with a huff.

Sherlock blinked, looking vaguely affronted, as though she’d just accused him of not understanding chemistry. John suppressed a grin and crouched down beside Rosie, his hands resting on her chair.

“It’s not about being mean, Rosie. Sherlock’s just worried about you,” he explained gently. “Getting your ears pierced can be a big deal, and we need to make sure it’s done safely, okay?”

Rosie considered this for a moment, then nodded. “Okay. But I am getting them pierced, right?”

John glanced at Sherlock, who sighed deeply, his reluctance clear. “Fine. But only after we’ve conducted thorough research into the safest possible studio,” Sherlock conceded.

Rosie squealed with excitement, throwing her arms around both her fathers. Sherlock stiffened under the sudden hug, muttering something about sentiment being impractical, but John caught the faintest hint of a smile.

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Chapter 2: Planning the Piercing

The following week was a whirlwind of preparation. Rosie, ever the combination of her dads, approached the task with equal parts meticulous planning and enthusiasm.

“Daddy Sherlock, can you help me pick the best place?” she asked sweetly one evening.

Sherlock, flattered despite himself, immediately began analyzing reviews online and interrogating staff over the phone. Rosie perched beside him, doodling earrings in her notebook. John, meanwhile, supervised with an amused smile.

“Is this really necessary, Sherlock?” John asked, leaning over Sherlock’s shoulder to glance at the screen.

“Do you want our daughter to risk an unsterile environment?” Sherlock replied. “Look at this review—‘The technician’s gloves appeared slightly loose.’” He snorted. “Amateurs.”

By the end of the night, they had a list of three studios, one of which Sherlock deemed acceptable. Rosie beamed.

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Chapter 3: The Big Day

The piercing studio was bright and cheerful, with posters of smiling children on the walls. Rosie bounced on her toes, holding John’s hand tightly. Sherlock followed behind, his sharp eyes scanning the room for flaws.

“It smells too strongly of lavender,” he muttered. “Clearly an attempt to mask something.”

“Sherlock, please,” John hissed.

Rosie chose pink heart-shaped earrings, which she declared “perfect.” She climbed into the chair, swinging her legs nervously.

“You can hold my hand, Rosie,” John offered, crouching beside her.

“I’m not scared,” she insisted, her voice wobbling slightly.

The piercer explained each step of the process, but when the needle approached, Rosie’s bravado crumbled. The first piercing was met with a loud wail, followed by fat tears rolling down her cheeks.

“Why did you let me do this?” she cried, burying her face in John’s shoulder.

John rubbed her back soothingly. “It’ll be over soon, love. Just one more, and then you’ll be all done.”

Sherlock, standing awkwardly nearby, cleared his throat. “Perhaps a distraction?” He pointed at the certificates on the wall. “Do you know what an autoclave does, Rosie?”

“No!” she sobbed, hiccupping.

“Sterilizes equipment,” he explained. “Crucial for avoiding infection.”

John shot him a look. “Not helping, Sherlock.”

After much coaxing, the second earring was finally in place. Rosie sniffled, clutching her teddy bear while John wiped her tears.

“See? You did it,” John said softly.

Rosie nodded, her voice trembling. “I guess I’m pretty brave.”

Sherlock arched a brow but wisely said nothing.

---

Chapter 4: A Celebration Turns Sour

The celebration was short-lived. A week later, Rosie’s left ear was red, swollen, and tender to the touch. She winced when John inspected it.

“It’s infected,” he said grimly.

“Impossible,” Sherlock declared. “We vetted that studio thoroughly.”

John shook his head. “Doesn’t matter how clean the studio was. Sometimes infections happen, especially if the piercing is fiddled with too much.” He shot a knowing look at Rosie, who had the grace to look sheepish.

“Did you touch it, sweetheart?” John asked gently.

“I just wanted to see if it was okay!” Rosie protested.

Sherlock pinched the bridge of his nose. “This is precisely why I argued against this in the first place.”

“Not helping, Sherlock,” John snapped.

John cleaned the piercing carefully, applying antibiotic ointment while Rosie whimpered. She squirmed as he prepared a tetanus shot, her eyes wide with fear.

“No needles!” she cried, tears spilling over.

“Rosie, love, I know it hurts, but this will make sure you don’t get really sick,” John said softly.

Sherlock, surprisingly, crouched beside her, his voice calm. “Do you remember when you scraped your knee and refused to let me clean it? This is the same thing—preventative measures. Think of it as science, not pain.”

Rosie sniffled. “Science?”

“Yes,” Sherlock said. “And you can yell at me if it hurts.”

Rosie hesitated, then nodded. She squeezed Sherlock’s hand tightly as John administered the shot. She cried, of course, wailing about how unfair it all was, but by the time it was over, she was curled in John’s lap, hiccupping softly.

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Chapter 5: Recovery and Reflection

Over the next few days, the infection began to clear up, thanks to John’s care. Her piercings were removed. For all the wanting "piercings", Rosie didn't even ask for wearing them again; when John told her she could wear them again after the infection's healed. Rosie was milking her “ordeal” for all it was worth, demanding extra treats and bedtime stories.

“I’ll never get my ears pierced again!” she declared one evening, nestled between her dads on the sofa.

“Wise decision,” Sherlock murmured, earning a nudge from John.

“Don’t listen to him, Rosie,” John said. “You just had bad luck. Next time, we’ll be extra careful.”

Rosie shook her head firmly. “Nope. Earrings are stupid. I’m gonna be like Daddy Sherlock and never wear jewelry.”

Sherlock looked pleased. John rolled his eyes. “Great. Another victory for stubbornness.”

---

Epilogue

That night, after tucking Rosie in, John and Sherlock sat in the quiet of the living room.

“She’s going to remember this forever, you know,” John said.

“Good. Perhaps it will teach her to listen to reason next time,” Sherlock replied.

John chuckled. “Parenting with you is never boring.”

Sherlock tilted his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. “Nor is it with you, Doctor.”

In the baby monitor, Rosie’s soft snores filled the room. They both glanced at the screen, watching their daughter sleep.

And in that moment, all was right in their little corner of the world.

[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