#acd Holmes fanfiction

[fictionfromthevoid]

One-shot | ACD! Sherlock Holmes - Late Night Labwork

Fandom: ACD Sherlock Holmes (original stories)

Characters: Sherlock Holmes & Dr. Watson

Relationship: QPR (queerplatonic relationship), but you can interpret this one-shot however you want to.

Warnings: Mention of War, Bombs, gunshots and death; mention of PTSD

A/N: Inspired by these tags I saw under this post.

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The sound of gunshots roared through the hot Afghan air. My comrades, one after the other, went down. Hit by bullets and other projectiles. Bombs were exploding around me. The air was filled with horrible screams as young men were shredded into pieces by shrapnel. Ducked down in the trench, I tried my best to shoot as many enemies as possible, trying to ignore the unbelievable suffering around me, but I knew it was hopeless. They were too many. We were all going to die.

*Clink*

Suddenly everything was quiet. I shot up in what I later realised was my bed. Adrenaline and Cortisol rushed through my bloodstream. Chest heaving and covered in cold sweat I had no idea what was going on or where I was there was only one thing on my mind.

'Danger' I was in danger. 'I need to survive'

I jumped to my feet and examined my surroundings. It was dark, I could barely make out a thing. Slowly the realization crept in. I was in my bedroom, at Baker Street. The war was over, at least for me. I was at home.

Letting out a sigh of relief I dropped back down onto the edge of my bed. Head in my hands and blood rushing in my ears I tried to calm myself down but as soon as I closed my eyes I was back in that trench in Afghanistan.

I desperately longed for Holmes's presence. I didn't necessarily need to talk about this, I just needed him to be there. Simply sitting in the same room as him, while he smoked his pipe, or tinkered with some experiment would be enough to soothe my tormented soul.

But it was the middle of the night, Holmes was probably asleep and I couldn't possibly bring myself to just knock on his bedroom door, wake him up and ask him to... - well pointlessly sit in the living room with me. Tears leaked from my eyes and dropped to the floor below me when -

*Clink*

There was the sound that woke me, again. It came from the living room. 'Is someone in there? Are we being robbed?' Panic threatened to seize my body a second time tonight.

*Clink* *clink* *clink*

No, that was the sound of glass clinking. Holmes! No doubt engaged in some chemical experiment. It wasn't unusual for him to be up in the middle of the night doing research or, very much to my annoyance, playing the violin, shooting the walls or whatever other shenanigans he could come up with. These unusual habits of his were often the subject of my anger or mockery, but that night, I was eternally grateful for them.

I slipped into my dressing gown and made my way to the living room. Upon my entrance, Holmes looked up from his lab equipment and gave me an apologetic smile.

"Ah dear fellow, so sorry to wake you"

"Nonsense. My dream was ... not pleasant" I answered although he had undoubtedly deduced that by now from my constitution.

"I see", he nodded. "Then perhaps you might assist me with this experiment? An extra pair of hands would be most welcome."

I gladly accepted the offer and he got up to get me a chair and a glass of water. I emptied it in one go and so my friend went back to the kitchen and this time brought the whole jug which he placed on the table among his various other chemicals. Pouring me another glass he eyed me carefully.

I can only imagine how I must have looked at that moment. Face covered and hair soaked in cold sweat with hands shaking so much that I could barely hold the glass of water without spilling it all.

However, he didn't say a word and neither did I. Trying to find excuses for my appearance would have been pointless. He had seen me like this countless times before.

Summoned to my bedside by my screams of terror, frantically shaking me awake, ripping me from the nightmare and sitting with me in the light of a candle until the gruesome images in my mind faded.

Still, with a tilt of his head and an expectant rise of his eyebrow, Holmes silently asked me if I wanted to talk. When I shook my head his attention returned to his chemicals.

He assigned me to stir various mixtures and monitor the temperature of numerous boiling liquids. All things where I wouldn't have to hold and therefore couldn't break anything. Tasks suitable for my trembling hands.

We took to work in silence. Holmes' presence keeping me anchored to reality and distracting me from the horrid images still vividly present in my brain.

Sitting here in our living room, next to Holmes working on an experiment I didn't understand a thing about, had exactly the soothing effect on my frayed nerves I hoped it would.

Slowly the shadows lifted from my soul. I could finally breathe again without that terrible feeling of constriction in my chest. Soon my heart rate returned back to normal and the cold sweat on my body began to dry. When my friend noticed, I was getting chilly in the process he wordlessly got up, fetched a blanket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

Wrapped up cosily, I adjusted the flame of a bunsen burner heating an to me unknown liquid in a vial.

In moments like this, I was beyond grateful to have Holmes by my side. I knew that I could have talked to him, anytime, had I wanted to. He wouldn't necessarily have been the best with comforting words, but he would have listened and he would have understood. But I didn't need to. This was enough.

We sat together in silence even long after the experiment was finished. Holmes in his usual armchair and me on the sofa. He tinkered with his pipe, absentmindedly plucked his violin or simply sat there lost in thought, while I soaked in, the calming atmosphere of 221B and the company of my friend.

Nonetheless, he kept a close eye on me. I noticed his glances, assessing whether I was reasonably alright and if I had everything I needed. Occasionally, I flashed him reassuring smiles to indicate that I was indeed feeling better.

A warm fuzzy feeling had found its way into my chest. Coexisting with the heightened anxiety that still lingered from my nightmare. And when the first beams of sunlight finally illuminated our little home again even the last shadows lifted from my mind.

Holmes noticing my improved mood got up from his chair. "I think I will make us some tea. What do you think Watson?" I nodded in approval.

"Holmes" I called out just before he was out of the door of the living room, "Thank you".

My friend answered with a knowing nod and a gentle smile and with that, he left the living room.

[jolieblack]

You've met my favourite ACD Holmes fan artist, now meet a writer of wonderfully poignant ACD Holmes vignettes, @upstairsfromreality (find them on AO3).

My favourite of their ACD Holmes fics, however, is more than a vignette: "Fraternal Correspondence"

It’s an expansion on the famous pocket watch deduction in "The Sign of Four" it's a heartbreaking piece of backstory/missing moment for Dr John Watson, and I highly recommend it.

I also loved "What the Violets Mean". That’s another oof I didn’t know I needed.

[children-of-moss]

Writing johnlock fanfic on my calculator, now I just have to see how to access ao3 from it

[tremendously-crazy]

So many sherlock holmes fanfic writers put sherlock in the most traumatic situations. Like ok, here's a fic where he's been brutally attacked by criminals. Here's a fic where he's deathly ill. Here's a fic where he's plagued by the nightmares of his past. I think it's just a universal thing that people like to see the main character suffer.

[calaisreno]

Re-Read Recs: Victorian Edition

Thanks to @totallysilvergirl for pointing me to this post by @acethatlovesdinos asking for more Victorian Johnlock. Your timing is great; I was just compiling a list of Victorian setting fics for my next RRR post!

If you go searching specifically for Johnlock in a Victorian setting, part of the problem, as always, will be finding things. As admirable as the AO3 tagging system is, when you're searching for something specific, you still have to dig a bit.

Many people, myself included, assign all their Victorian stories to the fandom tag "Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle."

But some writers add "Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle" to all their stories, including those set in BBC or other adaptations, because they wish to attribute the characters' creator.

And some do not use the ACD tag at all because their stories, even those in a Victorian setting, are inspired by the BBC adaptation and imagined with those characters.

There are other tags: Victorian, Victorian Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Victorian Holmes/Watson, Victorian Johnlock.

(My own approach: readers may imagine whatever actors they prefer; I tag by the setting. Even so, I've tagged stories set in the 1920s and 1820s as ACD, even though these are outside of the Victorian Era.)

There is no one-click method to separate out all the stories, and only the stories, where Watson and Holmes are together in a Victorian setting. AO3 lets us use tags however we wish; it's a folksonomy, a collaborative system. For the number and variety of stories contained there, it is the most practical method.

You can search an individual author's works, filtering and sorting by kudos, hits, relationships, tags, and other things. You can search anyone's bookmarks in the same way. (I'm always surprised when people don't know this!)

If you search my works, for example, you will find 60 stories in the Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle fandom. A couple of those are tagged 'timetravel,' so if you don't want that, you can exclude that tag. If you don't want any stories with Mary Morstan married to John Watson, you can exclude John Watson/Mary Morstan under Relationships.

However you search, if you filter your search results by hits or kudos, you will find that stories in the ACD/Victorian Johnlock category have many fewer of these. AO3 went live only a year or so before BBC Sherlock began to air, and it was one of the top fandoms for many years. There are a huge number of stories in the BBC fandom.

But there are dedicated and talented authors who have been writing Holmes/Watson for a long time, and today I'd like to point you towards a few of them. Here are some of my favorite re-reads:

Memento Vivere - @mydogwatson - The life stories of Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes and John Watson. An alternate history.

My Gentle Sin Is This - janeofarc - It takes a near miss for Holmes to realize that he cannot imagine his life without Watson.

Missing Pages - @PlaidAdder - a group of interlinked short stories (most between 2000 and 7000 words) which tell the story of how Holmes and Watson really came to be separated at the Reichenbach Falls, and how they found each other again

Missing - @Random_Nexus - Holmes is missing. Watson is trying to figure out where he is and what happened.

Oubliette - gardnerhill - A series: a treatise on love and grief. Watson is kidnapped by a gang; Holmes must find him before it's too late.

Laphroaig in the Lumber Room - wordybirdy - Holmes & Watson discover a bottle of Laphroaig inside the lumber room at Baker Street. A drinking game of truth results in intimate confessions.

All of these authors have written many excellent Victorian Holmes/Watson fics. But there are many more you should look at if you want to read more of our boys in their original canon setting. I think I will have to write a Part 2 for this post!

Thanks for reblogging!

@totallysilvergirl @lisbeth-kk @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes

@redmondcollege @raina-at @7-percent @lhrinchelsea

@a-victorian-girl @ghostofnuggetspast @friday411

@meetinginsamarra @inevitably-johnlocked @copperplatebeech

[herbirdglitter]

That trope?

The one where there are two characters who always call each other by their last names or a title, but one of them accidentally slips and calls them by their first name?

Yes I need that one injected into my veins

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

Hello hello!

Does anyone here have any tips and tricks for writing case fic?

How do you figure out the plot for a case? Is there a model or "recipe", or do you know any helpful resources?

I'm not trying to write a best-selling crime novel (yet xD), but I would like to get better at including cases and the process of solving them into my writing!

If you don't have any ideas, please consider reblogging for reach. :)

Thank you! :)

[moroniccats]

Fanfiction Tropes Arthur Conan Doyle Totally invented (for those of you whose hobbies are over analyzing internet posts, no I do not mean the literally.):

Friends to Lovers

Only one bed

Hurt/comfort

ROOMMATES

soulmates

Girlboss who outsmarts the guy and proves that women are smart

Adopted dads

Uh……I don’t know that many you guys can fill in for me.

[fogdraws]

Drawing is good bcs no one can stop me from drawing the same two guys in very similar positions every time I pick up a pen

Anyways have more Johnlock

[jolieblack]

Well, he's technically reading Sherlock Holmes commercial fanfiction, not stories by ACD, but I‘ll take every minute of it!

You have to listen to this !

If you love Benedict Cumberbatch voice, you will love this ! He’s reading a ACD Sherlock Holmes adventure ! Go ahead and listen to it …

And it’s not just one story, it’s four stories that’s he reads !!

[randomquadballpun]

The Adventure of the Fading Man (10714 words)

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes (1984 TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle Rating: T Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

The train around us was thundering loudly, and the compartments were buzzing with the impatience of many a traveller, longing to be reunited with family for the holiday season. But just looking outside and taking in the new view was a much-needed balm on my delicate nerves.

Holmes was humming happily beside me, a merry tune that sounded vaguely festive. His gaze darted over to me occasionally, his lips twitching up into one of his delightful little smiles. I had no way of showing him the sheer depth of my appreciation here, not surrounded by so many onlookers. But I hoped that his extraordinary mind would understand nonetheless when I tried to answer every one of his looks with a smile of my own.

--- Christmas is fast approaching but Doctor John Watson is not feeling the holiday spirit this year. Maybe a case out in the snowy countryside can draw him out of his melancholy. At the very least he always has the support of his beloved Holmes to safely see him even through these dreary times!

My first ever attempt at Victorian Johnlock, mostly inspired by the Granada TV series because I adore it. It was written as part of the @yuletidejohnlockexchange as a gift for @lisbeth-kk. I hope you like my version of these silly old men and their little adventure.

[fictionfromthevoid]

Being in a QPR with ACD!Sherlock Holmes would include

Warnings (kinda): fem. reader

Headcanons for the original book Sherlock Holmes and reader being in a QPR (so the setting is the 19th century)

You are a teacher at a girls' boarding school when one day another teacher is murdered and Sherlock is hired to solve the case

You try to help as best you can and he quickly realises how smart you are

(Watson also thinks you are attractive but you shut him down very quickly, expressing that you have no interest in romance of any kind)

this earns you respect from Sherlock

Since his knowledge of the world is sometimes rather specific (he doesn’t know the earth moves around the sun?!), whenever a case requires knowledge he and Watson don't have he sends you a letter to consult you

You basically become pen pals

As a woman in the 19th century you are very limited but also very dedicated to give your girls a good education

so whenever you need to do a science experiment, want to test out a theory or need lab equipment and your school won’t help you you write to Sherlock

So in your free time, you can often be found working on some experiment at 221B Baker Street

Sometimes you also assist Sherlock with his experiments when you are free and Watson is annoyed

Accompanying them on cases every now and then

You are smart but also good with people which makes questioning suspects a lot easier

Soon you are a regular guest in 221B

Mrs Hutson loves you

Comforting Sherlock when he couldn’t solve a case, or someone he should protect dies

This is also when you first hug

Watson sent you a letter that they had a bad case, Sherlock couldn’t solve it and the client died. Since then he has been inconsolable. He plays sad music on his violin all the time and takes drugs and Watson is getting scared for him.

When you arrive he is standing at the window playing the violin

You march over to him, take the violin out of his hand and pull him into a hug

He is ABSOLUTELY SHOCKED. Completely freezes, every muscle tensing up

You don’t care and keep hugging him, so he slowly settles into the hug

He buries his face into your shoulder and lets out a heavy sigh

You stand like this for a long time

When you finally let go you make tea and talk about the case

Since then hugs have become a regular thing for the two of you

much to the surprise of Dr. Watson

The doctor doesn’t understand your relationship at the beginning

he keeps nagging Sherlock and sometimes even you about a potential romantic relationship, and asks all the time if and when you are gonna marry

After you and Sherlock have explained to him a thousand times that you don’t have romantic feelings of any kind towards each other and that your relationship is not like that he finally accepts it

even tho you are not sure he fully understands he sees that your relationship is rather like his friendship with Sherlock

When Dr. Watson marries, Sherlock asks you to move in after a while

This is seen as quite scandalous -an unmarried man and woman living together- and nearly costs you your job but you manage

Now that Watson is occupied more often you are a more frequent companion on cases

You also have more time to work on scientific projects together since living together

sometimes when one of you is feeling especially down long hugs turn into cuddling

You sit on the sofa together and just hold each other in your arms

You always make sure that Sherlock takes care of himself

You bring him food when he is absorbed into a case and refuses to eat. When he refuses to take even a small bite you will go on a rant on how his body and mind will break down if he continues to starve himself

This usually has no effect so you just start shoving food in his face until he eats it

Reading Horror and murder mysteries together and laughing about the stupid murderers

When you both retire you move to Sussex together

He tends to his bees and you take up gardening

[mouse-of-mischief]

That feeling when I see the sun rising outside my window and I realise that I've once again spent the entire night reading Johnlock fanfiction and/or the original Sherlock Holmes stories once again.

[secretlyafiveheadeddragon]

favorite thing about Sherlock Holmes is that when you write fanfiction for other things average people think it’s weird and cringe but when you say you’re “playing around with the Holmes characters” it’s cool and suave and people thing you’re talented, when in reality it like “what if they were messy lesbians? Yes, yes, this is good”

[tremendously-crazy]

Modern adaptation of Sherlock Holmes but it's the original ACD Holmes and Watson just. Picked up from 1895 or whatever and. Thrown into 2024. Sherlock Holmes in the 21st century.

[nessahero]

Surviver of the falls

The relentless fury of the Reichenbach Falls surged around Dr. John Watson as he hurriedly descended the treacherous path to the base. His heart pounded in sync with the thunderous roar of the water, each step driven by the hope that he was not too late. As he reached the bottom, the sight before him was both chilling and surreal: the lifeless form of Professor Moriarty, his face contorted in a final grimace, floated downstream, carried away by the inexorable current.

Watson's gaze darted frantically over the water, searching for any sign of his dear friend, Sherlock Holmes. Amid the frothing turmoil, a figure emerged, clinging to life with unyielding tenacity. There, struggling against the relentless force of the falls, was Holmes—battered, bruised, and bleeding, yet unmistakably alive.

"Holmes!" Watson's cry was swallowed by the deafening cascade, but his legs propelled him forward, plunging into the icy stream. The freezing water stung his skin, but he paid it no heed. All that mattered was reaching Holmes.

The detective, his once immaculate visage now marred by the ravages of their encounter with Moriarty, was dragging himself to the shore, his breath labored and shallow. Broken ribs protested with every movement, and his body bore the marks of a fierce struggle. Yet, his eyes, sharp and keen, met Watson's with a mixture of relief and unspoken emotion.

"Watson," Holmes rasped, his voice barely audible over the roar. He stumbled, and Watson was there in an instant, steadying him. They stood knee-deep in the churning water, their clothes soaked and their bodies battered, yet their spirits unbroken.

Without a word, Watson enveloped Holmes in a fierce embrace, heedless of the detective's injuries or the frigid embrace of the stream. Tears mingled with the rain and spray, their faces streaked with a potent blend of relief, sorrow, and an emotion that had always lain just beneath the surface.

In that moment, as they clung to each other, their bond was laid bare. It was more than friendship, more than the camaraderie forged in the fires of countless adventures. It was a connection that transcended words, a profound understanding that they had found something rare and irreplaceable in each other.

"Holmes," Watson whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I thought I'd lost you."

"You know I'm far too stubborn to die, my dear"

They stood there, embraced above the roar of the Reichenbach Falls, the world around them fading into insignificance. Their eyes spoke volumes, conveying what words could not...