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[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey, do you know of any fics that deal specifically with sherlock’s mental health post-season 4?

Hi Lovely!

Ahhh frig I can’t recall any exactly, but looking quickly through my S4 posts, I believe the ones below have them. Otherwise please check out one of the other lists below!

POST-S4 and MENTAL HEALTH

See also:

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 2

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 3

S4 Rewrites

S3 / TAB / S4 [FIX IT] Fics (March 2019)

Main Character Depression

Bridges by sussexbound (M, 6,602 w., 1 Ch || Post-TLD / S4 Fix It, Love Confessions, Mending Relationships, Moving Back In, Pining Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Past Abuse, Shaving) – The silence between them is deafening, interrupted only by the hum of the traffic outside, and the soft click-clunk of the plastic cups Rosie is playing with on the floor beside them. It is the first time they have been alone together, since Sherlock’s birthday. It’s only been two days, but it feels huge, important, like there is a precarious bridge stretched out before them both that they need to at least attempt to traverse.

Kintsugi by distantstarlight (E, 14,772 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Regret / Remorse, Loneliness, Separation, Drug Use, Healing, Protective John, Sad Sherlock, Dev. Rel., Complicated Relationships, Love, Angst With Happy Ending, Sherlock is Called Freak, John’s Penance, Voyeurism, Doctor/Caretaker John, Guilty John, Detox, Fingering, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Slight Non-Con Turns Enthusiastic Consent, Virgin Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes becomes estranged from the man he had once considered his best friend after John lets him down horribly in public. It seems that the world’s only consulting detective will be on his own once again…or will he?

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3 (M, 15,915 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Angst, Reichenbach, Parentlock, Past Jolto, Idiot John, Sherlock’s a Mess, Puppies, Fluff, Possessive / Jealous Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Matchmaker Sholto, Melancholic Feelings, Emotional Sherlock, Domesticity, Love Confessions in the Rain, Kissing in the Rain, Pet Names) – After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

The Winter Garden by Callie4180 (T, 31,213 w., 13 Ch. || Post-S4, Retirement, Christmas, Slow Burn, Grown-Up Rosie, Parenthood, Rosie’s Cat, Angst with Happy Ending, Holidays, Beekeeping, Magical Realism, Sherlock POV, Sherlock’s Violin, Future Fic, Sussex, Honey, Magical Healing Honey, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Scar, First Kiss, Touching) – As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he’s given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost…magical.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

The Pieces That Fall to Earth by Itsallfine (M, 49,513 w., 84 Ch. || S4 Fix-It, Epistolary, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Parentlock, Past Abuse, Coming Out, Internalized Homophobia, Questioning Sexuality, Mental Health Issues / Therapy, Angst, Happy Ending) – John and Sherlock have hit rock bottom, but with all their armor stripped away, they can finally speak honestly, seek healing, and find the truths that matter most. An epistolary post-s4 fix-it fic. Now complete.(This fic is rated T except for one very clearly marked and easily skippable chapter, which is rated M.) Part 1 of The Pieces that Fall to Earth

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock…

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,887 w., 3 Ch. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking, Massages, Wet T-Shirt Contest, Group Therapy, Past Loss of Child) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he’s only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

[simplyclockwork]

sherlock stopping john after he tries to kiss him for the first time and says really quietly “john i want you to be very sure about what you’re about to do because once this happens i promise you i won’t be able to go back”

@hunninutqueerio finally filled this, sorry for taking so long!

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The look in John’s eyes is picturesque. A perfect display for a step-by-step guide of ‘signs someone wants to kiss you.’ He’s standing close, closer than Sherlock remembers him ever being in a willing situation (getting locked together in a broom closet that one time doesn’t count). His eyes are dark, half-open, cheeks flushed. One hand is planted against the wall beside Sherlock’s waist, anchoring John in place as the fingers of his left hand hover inches from Sherlock’s jawline.

When John’s gaze drops to Sherlock’s lips, everything is clear, written obvious and stark on his flushed face. In the way his mouth opens, tongue sweeping out to wet his bottom lip.

John begins to lean in, palm flat on the wall shifting to cup Sherlock’s back. His fingers finally touchdown on skin, brushing a butterfly-light caress over the jut of his jaw.

Their faces inches apart, Sherlock closes his eyes. But, instead of bracing himself, parting his lips in acceptance, he speaks. Clears his throat and croaks, “John.”

At the sound of his name, John’s eyes flicker up to Sherlock’s, his gaze dark blue with the turmoil of a shipwrecking storm. Sherlock inhales, shallow and unsteady. John’s fingertips on his skin are points of volcanic heat. Molten, destructive, threatening to consume.

“John, I want you to be very sure about what you’re about to do,” he whispers. Looking into John’s tempestuous eyes, Sherlock resists the urge to drown. “Because, once this happens, I promise you I won’t be able to go back.” Swallowing is a considerable struggle, his mouth dry, his throat a searing desert.

John is silent. His breathing is a pattern of soft inhale, warm exhale against Sherlock’s chin. The hand cupping his jaw moves, rough palm catching on delicate skin. John’s thumb brushes his bottom lip. He traces the full curve before pulling it down gently.

“I’m sure,” John breathes the words like the calm before the storm, electric, hair-raising. A hint of lightning in the cadence of his voice.

Sherlock’s response eases out like a sigh, eyelids suddenly heavy enough to flutter.“Oh.” His eyelashes cast spidery shadows over his cheeks, and John smooths a finger over each hinting obscuration.

“Yeah,” John murmurs, lips shifting into a slight smile, “Oh.”

With the words fading off his tongue, John closes the scant distance. The upward curve of Sherlock’s upper lip fits against John’s bottom lip, interlocking pieces of a puzzle. John’s hand, kneading slowly into the dip of his back, shoots unsteady voltage up his spine, the drag of fingers against silk a heady, hypnotic tether to his body.

When they break apart, John’s tongue flicks out to taste the seam of his mouth before the distance separates them. Sherlock breathes through thunder and lightning. His lungs are aching, empty of air, filled with nothing but the taste of John and his own mouth's humidity. Fingers tracing the severe jut of a cheekbone, John smiles, slow and steady.

“No going back,” he says, tangling his hand in the curls at the nape of Sherlock’s neck. “Fine by me.”

As often happens with all things concerning John, Sherlock is breathless, at a loss for words and reply. Instead of sputtering, instead of clumsily spitting nonsense, he closes his eyes and leans back into the taste of John’s mouth.

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hunninutqueerio replied to your post: To my ladies who are unfortunately attracted to...

I’m a lesbian in a relationship right now. (with a girl, obviously, so misogyny isn’t a problem) I feel the same way. So many of my friends let their boyfriends treat them like shit over and over. I think it’s because the woman herself usually has internalized misogyny. At least in my experience.

The thing is, though, is this even avoidable if you don’t have internalized misogyny? I do agree that I think a lot of times, women who reluctantly accept shitty behavior from their boyfriends have internalized misogyny, but I don’t think women can avoid having men treat them like trash to begin with, because ultimately, that comes down to men’s behavior. I guess I just don’t even want to go through the ordeal of breaking up with a guy because it turns out he’s just another dirtbag, you know what I mean? I just feel like a lot of times, you don’t even know the extent of how sexist a guy may be until you’re in pretty deep, and eh. Just no thanks. I hope I’m making sense.

[simplyclockwork]

@hunninutqueerio lmao, this is too accurate

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey, do you by chance have any fic recs for all of sherlock and john’s friends finding out they’re a couple after they get together?

Hi Lovely!

I’ve actually answered this question recently on this post here, and I have a John’s Friends Find Out About Sherlock post that isn’t listed there, so you can check out that one too :)

Let me know if you’re looking for something particular, or if anyone has anything to add, feel free to add them :)

[simplyclockwork]

sherlock and janine run into each other again at a nsy gathering or sumthin and both sherlock and john expect it to be awkward but she’s chill and just teases him and then they’re bros and john’s really confused because wtf shouldn’t she be royally pissed at him ???

@hunninutqueerio finally got around to filling this!

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“Oh, God. Sherlock. Don’t look now, but I think I just saw Janine Hawkins,” John hissed through an overly-wide smile, tilted toward the detective. Looking up from frowning over the wine selection at the NSY Christmas party, Sherlock blinked.

“Who?”

John’s eyes widened, and he smacked Sherlock’s arm. “What do you mean, ‘who’? Janine. Hawkins. You know—‘he made me wear the hat?’”

Straightening, Sherlock glanced in the direction John was staring, mild interest in his face. “Oh, yes. Janine.”

“Oh, no. Sherlock! She’s on her way over!”

John’s panicked hiss prompted an eye roll from the detective. “Do calm down, John. It’s not like she’s a murderer,” Sherlock paused, thoughtful, and added, “Or Mycroft.”

“Bloody hell,” John muttered, the curse shifting into another fake smile when Janine reached them. “Oh! Janine! Hi!”

“Very smooth, John,” Sherlock whispered, sucking back a sigh and holding out a hand to the approaching woman. “Wonderful to see you again, Janine.”

Janine took his hand in both of hers, smiling warmly. “Likewise, Sherl.”

John’s eyes nearly bugged out at the nickname. His smile turned pained. “Hi, Janine,” he said, greeting her once again. She looked to him, dropping Sherlock’s hand slowly, fingers lingering. John glared at her hand before taking it in his own.

“John! So good to see you.” Her face turned apologetic. “Sorry to hear about Mary.”

Clearing his throat, John nodded. “Thanks.” His voice was on the rougher side of normal, and he shoved back the memory of two-year-old anger and loss. “What are you doing here? Didn’t think NSY was your scene.”

Janine grinned. “Oh, I was a donor for the party.” Fluttering her eyelashes at Sherlock, who smiled tightly in response, she added, “Thanks to Sherl here, I have a bit of ‘extra’ funds to spend.”

To John’s shock, as he was mouthing Sherl in disbelief, she winked. At Sherlock. And John. Before he could recover, she was saying her goodbyes.

“Lovely to see you both again. I really must say hello to a few more familiar faces. Hope you enjoy the wines.” With a coy little wave for Sherlock and a smile for John, she was off, disappearing into the crowd with a flick of long dark hair.

John stared after her, shocked into silence.

“Don’t stare, John,” said Sherlock.“It’s rude.”

“What!” John turned on him, sputtering. “How—what—what?”

Sherlock’s eyebrows rose. “Was there an actual question in there?”

Teeth grinding together, John leaned in, spitting, “She called you Sherl!” 

The eyebrows rose higher. “Indeed she did, John.” Sherlock frowned. “Are you having issues with your hearing?”

John felt he might explode. “Sherlock! You used her! Lied to her! How is she not—what did she mean about ‘extra funds?’”

Sherlock grinned. “Ah, yes. After the whole…Magnussen incident, my being shot, etcetera, Janine, of course, figured out it was all a ruse.” Sherlock shrugged, appearing unbothered by the entire situation. “She sold her ‘story’ to the tabloids. Made quite a pretty penny. Bought a cottage in Sussex, I believe.” Snagging a wine glass from a passing waiter, Sherlock sipped, pulled a face, and dumped the liquor into a nearby planter. “Disgusting.” 

John was still processing his words. “Her…story?” he repeated weakly. Sherlock glanced at him, amused.

“Don’t worry, John. All lies.” His lips quirked. “My ‘honour’ remains intact.”

John’s face flushed a deep red. “Shut up, Sherlock.”

Smiling, Sherlock leaned close, breath warm on John’s face. “Captain Watson…do you mean to tell me your plan isn’t to get me wine-drunk and pull me into the closet down the hall for some private snogging?” Hands rising, he straightened the lines of John’s tie. “If so, I shall be deeply disappointed.”

John’s breathing stuttered and the flush deepened in his face, but he held his ground. “Well, it certainly won’t happen if you keep dumping your wine into the planters, Sherl,” he snapped, piqued. Sherlock’s grin widened.

“Duly noted, Captain.”

[simplyclockwork]

concept: sherlock getting stoned with mrs. hudson and john walking in on them

@hunninutqueerio

I like this concept very much.

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John was exhausted. Dragging up the sidewalk, relief sinking into his bones at the sight of the familiar black door of 221B. Stepping through, climbing the stairs, he paused. Hand on the railing, a frown passing over his face, John took a deep, long inhale. A heady, skunky scent filled his lungs, strong enough to make his head swim for a second. In a fragment of thought, he wondered if Sherlock was cooking up some strange new experiment. But the smell was too obvious, too distinct, and he knew exactly what it was. 

Entering the sitting room, he was a little taken aback by Mrs. Hudson’s presence. She and Sherlock sat across from one another, Mrs. Hudson in John’s chair, Sherlock in his own. The detective was slumped against the leather, long legs crossed at the knee, elbows loose on the armrests. He looked like a melted version of himself, face slack and mouth tilting in a slow, easy smile at the sight of John entering the room.

“Ah, John’s home. Hii-iii John!” The way Sherlock said his name made it sound closer to ‘Jawn’ than John, and he drew the ‘hi’ out in a sing-song tone.

“Um. Yes, it’s me. Hello.” John’s reply was awkward, confused. The smell he’d caught in the stairway was much stronger in here. Smoke blew out in a little cloud from his own chair, and Mrs. Hudson tilted around the armrest to grin at him. There was a rolled cigarette in her hand, and the smell told John it was definitely not filled with tobacco. 

“Oh, Doctor Watson!” Mrs. Hudson’s grin, inexplicably, widened. “It is you! The good doctor!” For a reason completely lost on John, she dissolved into giggles. Sherlock stared at her, eyes wide as saucers, before joining in. The sound was deep and rich, and utterly mad to John.

“How high are you?” John demanded. His question only sent them into harder laughter. To his shock, Sherlock curled into himself, spasmed, and snorted so hard he nearly slipped off the chair. “What are you smoking!?”

Mrs. Hudson turned reproving—if bloodshot—eyes on him. “They’re herbal soothers, young man! What are you, the police?” 

Straightening in his seat, Sherlock rearranged his ridiculous limbs into something like a pretzel. “Don’t be insulting, Hudders—John is much smarter than the police!” 

They were both lost in another fit of giggles. Still standing in the doorway, John stared at them both. “Lovely,” he muttered. “Just lovely. So good to come home from work just to take care of more people.” 

Sherlock waved, hand flopping back and forth on a loose wrist. “Do stop being such a stick in the mud, John. Learn to have some fun.” And, with that, he managed to stretch far enough to actually slip from his chair to the floor in a fluid motion that made him look almost boneless. The action threw Mrs. Hudson into another surge of laughter, Sherlock joining.

Dropping a hand over his forehead, John closed his eyes. “Bloody hell.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey, do you think you could point me toward your post-tfp/post-s4 fic recs? basically any fics that are canon compliant with at least most of s4. :>

Hi Lovely!!

Ahh, yes! I absolutely can! I have a lot of lists, so I’ll direct you to the lists on my Johnlock Fic Recs Masterpost!

Post S3 Fics

TFP Is Canon

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 2

Post S4 / S4 Fix Its Pt. 3

S4 Rewrites

S3 / TAB / S4 [FIX IT] Fics

Hope those help you out!!

[simplyclockwork]

hey do you ever think about how mycroft knew sherlock was in pain during john’s wedding and he knew he was hurting and instead of comforting him he brings up redbeard (who we now know to be sherlock’s DEAD CHILDHOOD FRIEND) and tells him that he shouldn’t have gotten involved in the first place and therefore implies that sherlock’s suffering is his own fault? cause i’m thinking about it 🙃

RIGHT??? Mycroft is a big ol’ douche sometimes and I really support Sherlock’s patented little brother brand of angst against him. “Just trying to protect you” my ass.

“Oh, you’re losing the love of your life to an assassin who will soon attempt to murder you? HERE, LET ME KICK YOU IN THE SHIN WITH THE MEMORY OF YOUR DEAD DOG BUT ACTUALLY CHILDHOOD BEST FRIEND, life is impermanent, Sherlock, caring is not an advantage, byyeeeeee”

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12 for the ask prompts?

@hunninutqueerio

12. Is there a trope you haven’t written yet but really want to?

Ooooh, you always come thru with the best questions. There’s definitely several I haven’t written, but only a few I’d like to. I think I’d like to do something with mermaids (cos Riptide Lover just got me so hooked in that trope), but what I REALLY wanna do is try my hand at an Alpha/Beta/Omega fic one of these days. 

[simplyclockwork]

how about “kissing so desperately that their whole body curves into the other person’s?”

@hunninutqueerio it’s short, but hopefully that’s okay!

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The way Sherlock kisses is surprising, though it takes John a while to figure out why. It’s not because he does it with an intensity and focus that takes John’s breath away - that is how Sherlock does everything. Sherlock has never been the type of man to do anything by halves, and kissing is no different.

It’s not the way his fingers wander over John’s face, shoulders, arms, and back. Cataloguing, concentrating, caressing. No, that is just as part and parcel of who Sherlock is, as much as the expected intensity.

The surprising part is how Sherlock kisses with desperation. Tangles his fingers in John’s hair, pulls his face upward, curving his body into John’s in a sleek comma shape. He has a habit of pulling John’s bottom lip into his mouth, tugging with his teeth, that desperate edge lending a sharp flavour to the kiss.

Sherlock kisses like it’s his last day on Earth. Like John could be ripped from his arms at any second, and John holds fast, like his life depends on it.

[simplyclockwork]

how about “when they lean forward a fraction as if to kiss the other person, then realize they shouldn’t and pull back to stop themselves” for the prompt list

@hunninutqueerio

Omg yes, pls gimme all these lovely prompts! Also sorry for the slow fill, I was watching some Netflix and reading fics, heh

This is kind of bittersweet and abstract, hopefully that’s okay!

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Magnetism. Forces of attraction. Complex, natural phenomena. The laws of physics, and the only possible explanation for why Sherlock finds himself drawn to John Watson. Pulled in like a planet caught on the event horizon of a black hole. John is a force of nature. Inevitable as a hurricane.

Standing under the stars, with NSY slapping the cuffs on two men with masked faces behind them, Sherlock feels John at his side the way a feverish man feels heat beneath his skin. Consuming and delirious.

John turns to him, small smile on his worn face. “All wrapped up here, yeah?” Sherlock tries not to look at his mouth. Almost succeeds. Doesn’t really mind failing.

Tilting his head, Sherlock looks at the man standing by his side. “Yes,” he says, and the little smile on John’s lips grows to a grin.

“Brilliant.” The word breathes out, and Sherlock is enthralled. Drawn in, inexorable. He leans forward, just a fraction, his goal to taste John’s mouth, to breathe his air. Reconsiders, realizes this isn’t the time, the place, and pulls back to stop himself. To keep from giving in to that pull. John doesn’t notice. He is looking up at the sky, eyes trained on distant stars. Watching him, studying his face in profile, Sherlock’s mouth is dry.

John is magnetic, and Sherlock feels his draw, spinning with the weight of entire galaxies above them.

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hunninutqueerio replied to your post: witch-lock replied to your post: ...

Hey, if you didn’t already know what you’re experiencing is called Maladaptive Daydreaming. It’s a coping mechanism normal in people with autism/ADHD. It isn’t obsession, it’s hyperfixation and you’re completely not alone in coping that way.

I don’t really think this is the case for me? I don’t understand how getting excited enough about my interests to want to spend a lot of time talking about them fits under Maladaptive Daydreaming. I definitely don’t think I have autism, and I don’t think I have ADHD, either. Thank you for saying I’m not alone, but I genuinely don’t think this applies to me.

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hey i don’t know if you’ve seen the sherlockscriptbot account but if you haven’t it’s definitely something you need in your life

@hunninutqueerio UM, no I haven’t and UM, YES I DO

[simplyclockwork]

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

hunninutqueerio said: tysm!

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You’re welcome!

hey, do you by chance have any fic recs for all of sherlock and john’s friends finding out they’re a couple after they get together?

Hi Lovely!

I’ve actually answered this question recently on this post here, and I have a John’s Friends Find Out About Sherlock post that isn’t listed there, so you can check out that one too :)

Let me know if you’re looking for something particular, or if anyone has anything to add, feel free to add them :)