#established Johnlock

[strawberrywinter4]

Come to Bed

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Rating: Mature.

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Poor John, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Addiction, Forehead Kisses, Sleepy Kisses Fluff and Angst

Summary: Sherlock wakes up to the sound of John arguing with his sister. Sherlock has never been the one to properly comfort someone, but in this situation, it comes naturally.

Sort of inspired by this scene.

Read here on ao3.

Tags: @a-victorian-girl @whatnext2020 @totallysilvergirl @ninasnakie @thegildedbee @whodwantmeasaflatmate @with-a-ghost-mr-holmes @sherlocknjohn221b @jawnn-watson @blogstandbygo @lisbeth-kk @holmesianlove @7-percent @itsonlytext @chinike @peanitbear @mary-johnlocked @bakerstreetbe @curlyjohnlock @helloliriels @keirgreeneyes @ceceliajupe @ghostofnuggetspast @dw91165 @jolieblack @gwendelaneyisjohnlocked @cortina

[queeringclassiclit]

Sherlock Holmes & John Watson

from the Sherlock Holmes series by Arthur Conan Doyle

[lab-of-trash-prompts]

A offers B a hip massage after taking it up the ass for the first time and it just leads to more sex.

Or it maybe it doesn't. Maybe it just leads to some nice cuddles and emotional intimacy. That's super cool too. If not much cooler.

[meandhisjohn]

Sherlock's diary. Paris edition:

Mycroft has sent us to Paris for an assignment.

I would have never accepted because it was ridiculously easy, and well because it was Mycroft, but it was a chance to enjoy Paris with John, and we got to play a bit of Charades.

The established art gallery Dubois asked Mycroft for help, the owner is a friend of him.

Of course, all pompous people know each other.

John would only have done this under protest in the past, but since we've been a couple, he's much more adventurous.

So we travelled to Paris incognito as Jean Warnier art collector and Guillaume Homper art expert to investigate undercover in the art scene and quickly convicted Monsieur Bernard of being the head of the crime.

He has given the order to steal from the Gallery Dubois in order to damage their reputation.

Bernard owns a few less prominent galleries and wanted to extend his influence.

Afterwards, Paris was all made for love and exploring. 

We had marvellous days and splendid nights.

Visiting galleries and exquisite restaurants.

 We even went shopping, and bought an item as a gift for the other.

While I bought John a pair of modern and, above all, wearable trainers, he actually bought me a hat.

A hat again.

My ridiculous John. I love him.

We had a great time.

@safedistancefrombeingsmart @helloliriels @reed-anderson @jobooksncoffee @apazwtsn @whatnext2020 @peanitbear @rockinlibrarian @totallysilvergirl @thepolyamorywriter @zuesue @lisbeth-kk @a-victorian-girl

[gregorovitch-adler]

"SHERLOCK!" John bellowed, as his best friend and the love of his life jumped off the rooftop of that godawful building.

Everything was gone within a few seconds. Sherlock's body hit the pavement, which drew the attention of the passersby, and just like that, the eighteen glorious months that John had spent with Sherlock as his flatmate, were all but a memory.

It wasn't just Sherlock who had died. John's heart shattered into a thousand pieces and it was as though his life had been sucked out of his body in an instant.

John rushed across the street to be able to be close to Sherlock's body as soon as he could.

"He's my friend!" He kept running to close the seemingly infinite gap between himself and Sherlock. "Please, let me through. He's my friend," he said with a broken voice.

Strangely, John felt as if he was running on a treadmill. His eyes widened and his heart pounded with horror when he wasn't being able to physically reach out to Sherlock's corpse. "Sherlock!" he yelled again. None of the passersby noticed him, though.

It was like John didn't even exist to them. Nobody was making way to let him through.

*

John's eyes snapped open. He realised he was in Sherlock's bedroom, lying on the bed on his right side, with Sherlock spooning him from behind.

"John!" Sherlock's arms tightened around John's chest and abdomen.

John was awake, but his heart was still racing. He was breathing frantically as if his life depended on it. He tried to swallow but couldn't, because of his dry mouth.

"John, wake up. You're okay, John, please wake up right now."

"I'm up," John said in a hoarse voice as he tried to take deep breaths.

"Another nightmare?"

John nodded. His breathing rate was slowly becoming normal.

Of course, that's what it was. Sherlock was back in London a few months ago. There had been one not-so-nice interaction between them, but they had found each other shortly after.

"Er, sorry if I woke you. What did I do, this time?"

Sherlock's arm tightened around his waist. He placed a kiss on the top of his head. "You were shaking - head to toe. And you shouted my name, too, just now. Are you all right?"

John was glad he wasn't facing Sherlock. "Jeez, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-"

"Don't be stupid," Sherlock said and kissed John's temple. "Tell me what you saw, this time."

"It was you again," said John in a low voice and swallowed. He felt a prickly sensation behind his eyes.

"You jumped off the building and died. This time, I wasn't able to reach out to you. Your body was lying on the front on that pavement but I just couldn't close the distance. It was ugly." John was tearing up.

Sherlock was silent for a long moment. "You know there wasn't any other way."

"I know! I can see why you had to do it. At least now that we've had a talk about it. That's not going to make the nightmares disappear, though. The one I had just now was the worst. It was like I'd become a ghost to everyone else in the world."

Sherlock kissed John's hair once. Then again, then a few more times on the different areas of his scalp.

John's eyes fluttered as he closed them to live in the moment. He grabbed Sherlock's forearm - that was still pressed against his stomach.

Sherlock moved his kisses down to John's nape, sending shivers down his spine.

"I know," Sherlock said between his kisses. "Just wanted to ensure you knew the reason behind all that. Moriarty knew that you were the one I cared about the most and that I would've done anything to ensure your safety."

John closed his eyes and nodded as he leaned back against Sherlock's body on the bed.

"If you felt that you'd become a ghost, you should've been able to tell that it's a nightmare. You'd never be invisible or a ghost to me. That's simply impossible."

John blinked furiously at Sherlock's words.

"As ever you see, but you don't observe."

A couple of tears rolled down John's cheek as he chuckled. He wiped his face and turned around to face Sherlock. He held Sherlock's face gently in his hands.

"Yeah, well. You're the fantastic detective here, not me."

Sherlock opened his mouth but instead of replying, he looked away and cleared his throat.

John could tell he was blushing even in the dark room. He let out a fond laugh as he pulled Sherlock close, to kiss him as deeply as he could.

***

Sherlock September Challenge by @onesmallfamily

Prompt: Spoon

Tagging: @lisbeth-kk , @gaylilsherlock , @helloliriels , @topsyturvy-turtely @curlyjohnlock , @peanitbear .

[raina-at]

Date

There’s a few things in life theoretical knowledge can’t prepare you for. On top of the list, or very near it, is the actual experience of raising a child. The daily, hourly experience of living with a child isn’t comparable to anything else, and it can’t be properly described in words.

Sherlock loves Rosie to distraction. But, it has to be said, if there was a world championship of accidental cockblocking, she would medal without breaking a sweat. 

That adorable, wonderful, funny, smart little girl can ruin the mood so quickly Sherlock would honestly be impressed if he wasn’t simultaneously so frustrated he can barely see straight.

John lovingly calls her the world’s most effective chastity belt, and Sherlock agrees wholeheartedly.

Sherlock thinks this might be the reason most couples wait a few years before having children. 

Unfortunately, he and John never did anything in the right order. They fell in love pretty much on sight, then spent ten years being stupid. In between Sherlock pretend died, then (almost) died for real, John got married, had a kid, the wife died, John moved back in, Sherlock became a second father, and then, finally, they started shagging. 

Only they never had a sex holiday, because they have a Gremlin they can’t inflict on anyone for a week to just bugger off and shag each other’s brains out. Not yet, anyway. Molly’s offered, but their schedules have not aligned yet. Sherlock hopes it will happen soon.

The last few weeks were especially harrowing. Sherlock was in Cardiff for a week for a boring case, and when he came back, he was busily snogging John against the refrigerator when Rosie came down from her room and vomited all over the sitting room carpet. 

If there’s anything that kills the mood faster than a vomiting four-year-old, Sherlock never wants to encounter it.

Of course they both got sick as well, and for the better part of a week, even the thought of anyone touching any part of Sherlock that wasn’t his forehead or his hand was frankly revolting.

Then Rosie dislocated her shoulder and had to stay home from daycare for a solid week. They were both so exhausted every evening that whoever had bedtime duty that night routinely fell asleep in Rosie’s bed before Rosie did. 

But now. 

Now Rosie’s at Molly’s. They had a lovely date night, with dinner at Angelo’s and a walk through Regent’s Park in the moonshine, and Sherlock is a tiny bit tipsy from the wine and from banked arousal. He’s got John backed against the sitting room door, and they’re snogging leisurely. John’s hands have found their way into his clothes, one hand is caressing his arse, the other trailing up his spine. 

“The things I want to do to you,” John mutters, grinning at Sherlock, wicked and full of promise.

“Oh, I have a list as well,” Sherlock replies, biting at John’s throat.

John moans, letting his head fall back against the door, exposing more of his skin to Sherlock’s hungry mouth. “I hope getting me out of my clothes before I go completely crazy is on that list,” he breathes, the hand on Sherlock’s arse pulling their hips together. He’s got a leg slung around Sherlock’s and is dreamily rubbing his erection against Sherlock’s thigh. 

“In a minute,” Sherlock mutters, going back to biting at John’s neck. John smells delicious there, like fresh air and a bit of sweat and his cologne.

The door to 221 opens, closes and someone ascends the stairs.

Sherlock sighs. “Fuck off, Lestrade,” he yells through the closed door.

John giggles a bit, hiding his face in Sherlock’s shirt. Sherlock smiles. That’s his favourite thing in the world, a happy, aroused, giggly John Watson, all his to do with as he pleases. He kisses the laugh from John’s lips.

There’s a knock at the door. Right behind John’s shoulder blades. 

“He said fuck off, Lestrade,” John says, freeing his lips briefly from Sherlock’s before diving right back again for another deep, dirty, single-minded kiss. 

“Listen, chaps, I get it, but the Lambeth strangler’s resurfaced. We need to move on this now.”

Sherlock draws back from the kiss. “How do you know it’s him?” he asks, holding John in place as he makes a move to withdraw his hands from their various places on Sherlock’s person. 

“Red string, candles, the works. It’s the same man, Sherlock. It’s not a copycat, we’re sure.”

Sherlock sighs. They’ve been after the strangler for years. Sherlock has never had the opportunity to see a fresh crime scene. 

“It’s okay,” John says, quietly, so Lestrade won’t hear through the door. “I understand. This is important.”

Sherlock meets John’s eyes. John looks disappointed, but he knows ending a date with chasing a serial killer is as traditional for them as sex is for other couples.

The case is alluring. Surely at least an eight. It’s important.

But so is John.

“Lestrade,” Sherlock says, leaning in and nosing along John’s neck while speaking, “walk away now, no questions asked, and give us one hour, no questions asked, and I’ll take the next five cases you’re offering, no questions asked.”

There’s a noticeable pause, then Lestrade says, quietly, “One hour.”

They hear him walk down the stairs and the door to 221 closes behind him.

“Delaying a serial killer crime scene for a whole hour, for me?” John mutters, grinning at Sherlock, bright and happy. “Now I know you love me.”

“Some people need a lot of convincing,” Sherlock mutters, sinking his teeth into John’s neck.

“Take me to bed,” John says, winding his hands into Sherlock’s hair. “And convince me some more.”

Here. Fluff and sexytimes like I promised!

Thank you so much @calaisreno for the tag and the prompt.

Tagging a few people: @jrow @keirgreeneyes @helloliriels @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk @khorazir @discordantwords @thetimemoves @the-reading-lemon @7-percent and anyone else who wants to play.

Also, I'm collecting all my ficlets on AO3 here.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

This might seem silly but I get demotivated reading/watching non-Johnlock materials. (Sometimes it’s untagged and that’s fine, it’s me not them really!) Can I just immerse myself in a universe where they end up together please T.T

Hi Nonny!

Aww, I can kind of relate; I prefer Johnlock fics with happy endings with them together too <3 99% of my Sherlock recs are Johnlock endgame fics, so for the most part you're safe with the majority of my lists 💜🖤

BUT if we want some guaranteed "them together" these are the best lists:

Weddings / Proposals / Husbands and Established Relationship

Established Relationship Pt 2 (June 2019)

Established Relationships Pt 3 (Nov 2022)

Sherlock and John’s Wedding

Retirement and Older Johnlock (Jan 2020)

Proposals (May 2020)

Proposals Pt 2

And here are some others that guarantee happy endings, if you don't mind some angst getting there <3

Angst With a Happy Ending

Angst With a Happy Ending Pt. 2

Angst With a Happy Ending Pt. 3

Angst With a Happy Ending Pt. 4

I hope those please you, Lovely! <3

[cupidford]

Hypotheticals by ArwaMachine

John finally manages to confess his love to Sherlock. Sherlock, of course, has questions. Lots of questions.

Johnlock Love Letters #2304

[johnlockifconvenient]

One member of the OTP uses every pet name under the sun and the other only uses the other’s name, but makes it sound like a prayer. Sorry, I don’t make the rules

[turbulenttrouble]

NEW AND UPDATED FIC REC LIST

i have yet to add the 100 fics that are still open on my browser to the list, but I hope his list is easier to use then the last one

if there's any trouble opening the link pls let me know

[mysticmalady]

Anyone else just want to read something cliche and common/boring in their fanfic? Like picking a trope that pops up over and over again and spawns near identical fics but you still devour all of them?

[strawberrywinter4]

Watch and You’ll See

"John takes up birdwatching. Sherlock is baffled but supportive."

Thanks to @stellacartography for the prompt!

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Birdwatching, Cheek Kisses, Reassurances, John’s new hobby, Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson, Angst

Read here on ao3.

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“You didn’t have to come with me, you know,” John says as they stroll down the path.

“I didn’t,” Sherlock confirms. “However, this new… hobby of yours leaves me no choice but to find answers.”

John only rolls his eyes, the conversation morphing into silence.

Sherlock eyes the book titled Birds and All You Need to Know in John’s hand, a bag slung around his shoulder. Sherlock just doesn’t understand and it’s bothering him considerably. John Watson is a veteran, a man who’s killed several, a professional doctor, and, in all honesty, a dangerous man in some situations.

And he’s taken up birdwatching.

Yes, he’s also taken up blogging as well, but his therapist requested that, and he’s gotten quite the following. So, Sherlock can’t ponder why John would dive into a hobby such as watching birds; a calm and overall observant activity on which one must focus.

It started as a slow process. On days when they didn’t have a case, John would slip out of the flat without a word, a slim bag over his shoulder. Then, the bag turned into an obvious organizer for supplies. Sherlock could make out the outline of a binocular, but that’s all. Once he finally confronted John and asked where he was headed at least two times a week, John casually responded, “Birdwatching,” with a happy-go-lucky smile on his lips.

Sherlock blinked, baffled by the statement.

Now, John has taken his hobby to the next level and decided to take a day trip to Sussex, where there is more nature to be appreciated. John only mentioned that he was off for the day and that he probably wouldn’t be home until late afternoon, but Sherlock was having none of it.

This was piquing his interest.

Sherlock insisted on accompanying John, which John first protested, but Sherlock didn’t care for his argument.

They sit on a bench that overlooks plenty of branches and slim trees. John sighs, setting his bag down and grabbing his binoculars from inside.

“Again, you really didn’t have to come,” John says again as if that will get Sherlock to disappear.

Sherlock can tell John expects him to poke fun, to laugh at such a contrasting hobby to which he would usually have. But Sherlock does nothing of the sort.

Instead, he leans forward and kisses the doctor’s cheek. “You are ridiculous sometimes,” Sherlock says. He then takes the book from John’s hands and begins observing the hardcover.

John continues to stare at him in bewilderment.

“Tedious… but probably factual,” Sherlock murmurs. He then looks at John. “Do you have a notepad?”

John blinks, then nods slowly. He gets out a notepad and a writing pen from his bag, handing it to Sherlock. Sherlock sees that John has already scribbled down on each set of paper, filling up almost half the notepad.

Sherlock feels warmth overtake his chest.

It’s… quite adorable, really. John is so dedicated to this activity and it shows in his writing, each category of birds having notes of specifics under them.

Sherlock hides his smile, eyes settling on John.

John huffs a laugh as he sees Sherlock’s expression. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh all you want, you git,” he says as he reaches for his notepad.

Sherlock holds it out of reach with ease. “I’m doing no such thing,” Sherlock tells him. “Now, I suggest you start before it gets dark.”

“What, so you can take pictures and send them to Greg?” John questions.

“Who?”

“Never mind. Just- Sherlock, it’s embarrassing.”

“Why should it be?” asks Sherlock. “I’m simply watching you enjoy something that you’re fond of.”

“Sherlock-”

“John.” Sherlock’s voice is, for once, genuine. “Please. I’m… glad you have something to pass your time with. There’s no need to be embarrassed.”

John smiles gratefully at him.

For the rest of the day, the two men observe different birds, Sherlock admittedly finding this hobby fascinating as well. The majority of it consists of observations, so why wouldn’t he? Sherlock also can’t be blamed for correcting John’s monitoring throughout their experience or slipping the notepad out of John’s hands to write his own set of notes.

And he can’t be blamed for staring at John in awe every time the blogger acquires a glint in his eye when he sees a new bird, or when he pats Sherlock’s arm excitedly when a bird appears close.

All the more reason to love John Watson.

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[raki-fallfallingfallenfall-2]

Love My New Look

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This is my fourth commission work!

The biggest appreciation to my requester and friend, Céline, for being so generous and patient with me whole this time! It took me over a year to get it done because my life was a mess last year...Thank you so much for understand and being encouraging me!

The request was 'Established Johnlock, where John is a bit insecure about his beard because of Sherlock's comment on his moustache from past,and needs detective's reassurance'

  ¥6,000 comic / 3 characters / 6 panels ($38.5 €35.8 £30.8 *approximated) 

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[therealsaintscully]

saintscully's completed Johnlock fics - a master post (Aug, 2024)

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:

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.

[meandhisjohn]

Sherlock's diary:

John was helping Mrs. Hudson in the garden when Lestrade called, so I went alone, obviously much to John's annoyance, and I quote: " You ran off again, but we had a deal, Sherlock! "

Now he is extremely angry, but all I can see is my John in a t-shirt, finally without today's choice of hideousness because he removed the jumper and tossed it aside.

Lucky me...

Maybe I should offer to get him a sandwich from downstairs, he could use the energy... later!

[gregorovitch-adler]

Lamp

It was one in the morning, and Sherlock could not sleep.

He decided to get his laptop on the bed to check for some new cases on his website.

John was sleeping beside him. Unbelievable. Like a dream. But true.

They had been together in a relationship for a year now, and yet, Sherlock still felt this way from time to time.

He settled down on his side of the bed and opened his laptop.

The bright light in the otherwise dark room hit the pupils of his eyes, and he winced a little for a moment.

John would always tell him to switch on the bedside lamp for balance so that Sherlock wouldn't end up with bad eyesight.

So, Sherlock stretched out his arm to switch on the lamp on his side.

Yes, this was better. He could see more clearly now.

He opened his website and began to read one of his old articles.

Within a minute, though, he became acutely aware of John lying by his side, sharing a duvet with him.

Sherlock turned to look at John's face, which was glowing because of the golden light from the lamp.

Once again, Sherlock couldn't help but marvel at John's face.

John's beautiful ash-blond hair; the forehead which was marked with frown lines. The golden lashes resting on his cheeks - gorgeous.

That mouth which Sherlock had been pining for ages, of which the corners had softened because of John's dormant state.

The cleft in his chin Sherlock secretly loved but never told him about.

Unable to believe his luck, the corners of Sherlock's mouth lifted and Sherlock was half-smiling.

He reached out to run his hands through John's soft and dense hair.

Now he wished John's eyes were open, so he could drown in those ocean-blue eyes. He would have to wait till the morning.

Suddenly, John reached out for Sherlock's hand - which was running through John's hair - and interlocked their fingers before smiling with his eyes closed.

The smile that was always capable of making Sherlock's heart flutter.

John opened his eyes and looked up at Sherlock with the same smile.

"Can't sleep?"

"Not with your soul-gazing stare," John replied with a short laugh. He continued to hold Sherlock's gaze with those mesmerizing eyes.

Sherlock's grin widened across his face as he closed his laptop to keep it on the side table, and lay down on his left to face John.

John was mirroring Sherlock's expression.

Sherlock closed the distance between them to kiss John on the mouth, who kissed him back, and it was an unexplainable bliss for Sherlock once again.

They wrapped their arms around each other to continue with the kissing to their heart's content.

John's presence in his bed, in his life, made everything exponentially better. Sleep included.

***

Sherlock September Challenge

Prompt Lamp by @onesmallfamily

Tags: @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @gaylilsherlock @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes @peanitbear @a-victorian-girl @lookingforlifeoutthere @missdeliadili @calaisreno @kettykika78 @curlyjohnlock.