#sherlock fic

[strawberrywinter4]

Chapter 11 is Up!

Sherlock swallows. “I knew this was how things would be. Someday, I knew this would happen. But it seems too soon. I can’t–not with her. Not–not with any woman, I don’t think.”

John’s breath turns heavy. “With any woman?”

Sherlock’s eyes shoot to his. “I–I didn’t mean…you know what I mean.”

“I’m not sure I do,” John admits. His thumb comes dangerously close to Sherlock’s lips.

Sherlock shakes his head. “It doesn’t matter what I want. It’s happening, and there’s nothing I can do.”

“But I care,” John says slowly. “I care what you want.”

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A Gentleman’s Shrine

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

More under the cut!

Tags: Romance, Slow Burn, Alternative Universe—1920s, Aristocracy, Captain John Watson, Post-World War I, Blood and Violence, PTSD, Period-Typical Homophobia, Explicit Sexual Content, Protective John Watson, BAMF John Watson, Idiots in Love, Falling in Love, Forbidden Love, Age Difference, Case Fic, Some tags not listed

Summary:

Sherlock Holmes has been taught that he has one purpose in life: to carry on the family legacy. “High society is dying,” his mother continuously informs him.

The Great War recently ended, which has left London in a swivel of downfall and success.

Every year when his mother hosts the Noble Legacy Gala, Sherlock wishes he could fall into a rabbit hole and never come up, dreading the pointless event.

That is until he sees Captain Watson attending the Gala, the most beautiful, dangerous, and interesting man he’s ever met.

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Note: Thank you to all who have been so patient to read this. I know I haven’t been active lately, but I promise I’ve been working hard on this, my friends! I hope you all enjoy!

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[meetinginsamarra]

Fanfics I really liked in March 2025

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).

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Responsible Adults by J_Baillier @jbaillier

After the events at Musgrave Hall, those affected are trying, and struggling, to move on with their lives. And life is hardly going to stop throwing new challenges at them.

How they are finally, slowly and sometimes painfully going to overcome the Eurus disaster.

Drift Compatible by J_Baillier @jbaillier

A washed out war hero struggling with his past. A prodigy who wants nothing to do with his family legacy. Both are looking for something—and someone—worth fighting for in a world where human civilisation is constantly under threat.

With Part 2 "Drift United" well under way, it was time to re-read the epic Pacific Rim AU.

Drift War Games by 7PercentSolution @7-percent

Based in the Pacific Rim Johnlock AU devised by J_Baillier, this story explores what happens next, especially the pressures Rangers Sherlock Holmes and John Watson will face in their drifting relationship that lies at the heart of their control of the Jaeger, Ravager.

What it says on the tin.

34 Minutes by bendingsignpost

An experiment in eye contact.

A true fandom classic. After 30 minutes of talking and 4 minutes of eye contact something unexpected happens.

A Flawed Design by thewriterofperfectdisasters

After two months in rehab, Sherlock comes back to school to find he has a roommate. Sherlock has never had a roommate, nor has he wished for one. This will either go badly or... Well. Badly. At least for someone.

Teenlock boarding school AU, enemies to lovers, Molly is very nice and Jim is a creep.

The night visitor by Snoozydog

John Watson, former army surgeon, employed by the secretive and indefinable government official Mycroft Holmes, accidentally saves the life of his employer's younger brother and ends up being hired as his private physician. John is immediately fascinated by his new patient but not only is Sherlock engaged to be married to someone else, but he is also a man surrounded by many dark secrets. Under the looming threat of Mycroft’s watchful eyes, as well as Sherlock’s imminent wedding there is also something else that lurks in the shadows, something that threats the budding relationship that has started to develop between the doctor and his enigmatic patient.

What it says on the tin.

[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.

[benedict63]

About a year ago I read a really wonderful Sherlock fic that I can not find anymore and I would love to read it again. Searching on AO3 did not work so I hope one you knows which one I mean. Sherlock is back from his two years away and is physically hurt (difficulty walking and I think one of his hands is partly disabled) he is staying at some sort of rehabilitation centre in the north ( maybe Scotland) where he composes music for the local choir and a piece for veterans day. His room is at the top of a tower so he feels somewhat safe because he is extremely traumatized and has difficulty interacting with people. John travels up north once a week to meet Sherlock in a teashop in the village and slowly gains his trust. With John's help Sherlock slowly heals.

Does anybody recognise this ?

[thegildedbee]

:: March 4 :: Selection for Week 10 of 2025 :: 🐝"a study in scarlet" (1887) from sherlock holmes: a year of quotes* 🖊️

"I never read such rubbish in my life." "What is it?" asked Sherlock Holmes. "Why, this article," I said, pointing at it with my egg spoon as I sat down to my breakfast. "I see that you have read it since you have marked it. I don't deny that it is smartly written. It irritates me though. It is evidently the theory of some armchair lounger who evolves all these neat little paradoxes in the seclusion of his own study. It is not practical. I should like to see him clapped down in a third class carriage on the Underground, and asked to give the trades of all his fellow-travellers. I would lay a thousand to one against him." "You would lose your money," Sherlock Holmes remarked calmly. "As for the article, I wrote it myself."

The first two chapters of A Study in Scarlet are a master-class in writing -- and although I've made desultory dissections of them multiple times, it seems that no matter how much I deposit into the dusty trunk in my mental lumber room, oddly enough, the interior space never seems to fill up. Hmmmm.

So, the appearance of this article, "The Book of Life," which sports a "pencil mark at the heading," occurs simultaneously with the curious incident of the flatmates at the breakfast table. What curious incident, you may ask? That Holmes was already ensconced at the table before Watson's arrival, when -- heretofore -- "he had invariably breakfasted and gone out before I rose in the morning." And yet, on March 4th, Watson arrives somewhat earlier than is his norm (some manipulation on Holmes's part?), and it seems likely Holmes lingered somewhat later than his norm, and there, placed to hand, the periodical in question, containing an article that not so subtly announces: "read me!"

You can see, no doubt, where I'm going with this :-) Watson has been fascinated by Holmes over the many weeks they've shared digs, and one of the objectives of his Sherlock-sleuthing has been the effort to fathom what in the devil his fellow lodger's occupation may be, reticent as he himself is to inquire straight off. I imagine Holmes has been equally fascinated by Watson, and fascinated by Watson's responses to Holmes's being, and has been deliberately mum on the topic of his lifework just to see how Watson proceeds in consequence. How likely is it that Holmes has ever had such an up-close and personal continuous opportunity to observe another individual? That in itself was likely an addictive circumstance. I find it hard to believe that Holmes was unaware of Watson's perplexity, and therefore had, for whatever reason, decided that March 4 was the day the question was to be answered, in a manner of his own choosing. So: in which periodical did "The Book of Life" appear? This is, admittedly, a tangential question and likely there is little to be gained by trying to posit a realistic option (and here I've no doubt made it obvious as to why it is taking me so long to process two (!) chapters). . . . Nonetheless :-) I reckon that the periodical would be a weekly, because that would allow Holmes, after however many weeks he and Watson had been not-answering the question, to be able to arrange for the article to appear at a non-too-distant time, once he had hit on the idea of using TBofL as his door-opener -- to the world, and to Watson. That is, I don't think it is a coincidence that this event happens when it does (and the universe would never be so lazy, correct? :-) After pondering and hunting, my candidate is Nature, which was founded in 1869, and in which it was not unusual for articles to appear without an attributed author. I think that the Proceedings of the Royal Society are unlikely as Holmes isn't FRS, and the dry exactitude of the essay rules out a general interest publication intended for entertainment. Nature seems to hit the sweet spot between these two poles. As editor Walter Gratzer notes in A Bedside Nature: Genius and Eccentricity in Science, 1869-1953, the journal was filled with material such as "leisurely ruminations on phenomena involving rainbows and lightning and the curious behaviour of ants and pet spaniels," and of reports from all over the globe, such as those of the Astronomical Society of Riga and the Montevideo Natural History Association. I propose, therefore, that Nature is likely to be a congenial home for the purported article.

And in taking a closer look at the period roughly from 1873-1891 (Holmes and Watson are held to have met in 1881), here are some indications of the potpourri of topics one would find within the pages of Nature: observations on how tuning-forks affect garden spiders; whether scorpions are suicide-prone; if sea urchins are capable of altruism; and a weighing of evidence that animals have a sense of humour. Surely there is room for a report within Nature's pages on how observations on "The Book of Life" might best be conducted?

But consider as well: there is an article by Francis Galton on the genetics of criminality; an article on the chemistry of cremation; a review of a work of geometry by Charles Ludwige Dodgson and his construction of an algorithm for finding the day of the week for any given date; reports on the physics of surface tension by Agnes Pockets, a German woman who had not been allowed to attend university and used her kitchen as a laboratory; and "The Remarkable Discovery of a Murder in Bermuda" (of a man who had killed his wife, weighted her corpse, and deposited it in the ocean, calculating "truly enough that the fish would very soon destroy all means of identification; but it never entered into his head that as they did their ravages, combined with the process of decomposition, would set free the matter which was to write the traces of his crime on the surface of the water"). I rest my case :-) Sherlock Holmes himself subscribed to Nature, and announced the arrival of the science of deduction within its pages! The readers of A Study in Scarlet might themselves have made such a comparative observation, underscoring -- between the lines -- a strong indication of Holmes's membership within the scientific community, broadly understood. And, for fun, two more examples of the congeniality of Nature's topics in this time period and the Sherlock Holmes stories: 1) the first is editor Norman Lockyear's stamp of approval for Jules Verne: "For in the author we have a science teacher of a new kind. He has forsaken the beaten track, bien entendu; but acknowledging in him a travelled Frenchman with a keen eye and vivid imagination--and no slight knowledge of the elements of science -- we do not see how he could have more usefully employed his talents." and

2) A rhapsody on the introduction of the Remington Typewriter: "The principal question which this beautiful and ingenious little instrument suggests to our minds is, whether it would not be better for every one of us to learn the Morse telegraph language, and employ it for writing upon all occasions instead of the cumbrous letters now in vogue." (Oh, and it was here that William Gladstone published his argument that Homer was colour-blind, which apparently excited much heated discussion!) [If you're curious about the question of color identification (and how blue and green figure into this in particular) here's a good place to start (in today's world): "The way you see colour depends on what language you speak." . . . And, guess what, I haven't even had time to consider the specifics of Watson's remarks! I am a slave of the digression . . .

...................................................... *Levi Stahl and Stacey Shintani, eds., U of Chicago Pr, 2019

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[sits-bound]

Bound: All Our Gifts at Once, or, the Young Sea-Man by @tiltedsyllogism

This was a bind for one of my Fandom Trumps Hate auctions. It's a wonderful Sherlock fic/Little Mermaid AU. It's really quite beautiful and moody and atmospheric.

It's set in Victorian England, so I went pretty old-fashioned with my design, and I'm quite pleased with how it turned out. Each chapter opening page has a map of the area in the chapter title. I love the subtle "mermaid scale" detail of the end papers too.

I’m kind of obsessed with the fonts. For the body, I wanted something a bit old-fashioned. I have no idea if the one I chose, Schoolbook, is era-appropriate, but it just feels right. And I have used the cover/chapter title font, Roman Antique, on another bind, and I just really love it, particularly in italic. It has these wonderful alternate glyphs for many of the letters, and it lends itself to making a simple but beautiful design.

I don't often include the author notes in a bind, but these added so much to the story that I opted to leave them in.

More details:

Bookcloth is (I believe) Verona in Blueberry (bought from Hollander's)

Endbands are made from the bookcloth, I drew gold lines on it with my foil quill for funsies

Maps came from Etsy

The charm on the ribbon is a shell

The endpapers are from Joann's

Thanks again to @tiltedsyllogism for bidding on my auction!

[raina-at]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, past John/Mary mentioned Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Reginald Musgrave Additional Tags: Nothing Gold series, Established Relationship, Case Fic, The Musgrave Ritual, working on a relationship, Insecure Sherlock, no Eurus, Various sex acts between enthusiastically consenting adults Series: Part 5 of Nothing Gold Summary:

Sherlock and John escape a London heat wave for a country retreat and a bit of light treasure hunting at Sherlock's old friend Reggie Musgrave's place.

Part 5 in the Nothing Gold series. I think it's understandable as a stand-alone, but you definitely get more out of this if you've read the first four fics.

Tagging a few people who have shown interest in the past. Sorry if I’m forgetting someone, I’m bad at this!

@discordantwords @calaisreno @givemesherbet-blog-blog @helloliriels @inevitably-johnlocked @totallysilvergirl @the-reading-lemon @thetimemoves

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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

[frost-queen]

In labour (Reader x Sherlock Holmes)

Requested by: @thewritersdesk95 Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23, @melsunshine  , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic  , @eliscannotdance, @p0nycurtis, @slythetic, @bitchybananaflower, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr

“So any day now?”

John’s question sparked up an interest in Sherlock. He set his hands underneath his chin with a deep hum. – “Mycroft will be on his knees begging for forgiveness in no time.” – he responded. John furrowed his brows, staring confused back at his mate. – “I… I was talking about Y/n!”  - John called out, gesturing away.

“Oh.” – Sherlock responded. Taking exactly a few seconds before it hit him. – “Ooh!” – calling out, lowering his hands. John nodding with raised up brows that he finally understood. – “I forgot for a moment.” – Sherlock waved his hand idle away.

“How can you forget that any day now, you could become a father.” – John answered shaking his head at Sherlock’s thought train. Questioning again how Sherlock was able to strike you as his wife.

“I just forgot alright.” – Sherlock spoke with tensed brows. – “Just… just don’t tell her that.” – he made clear. John shook his head with a sigh. Turning his head, John looked around curiously.  – “Where… where is Y/n anyways?” – questioning as he hadn’t seen you walk around for at least half an hour.

“In the bathroom.” – Sherlock responded. John made a face to usher him to speak further. Worry striking his face. – “Yes, she is fine.” – Sherlock filled in. Not a moment later they jumped up from a loud scream. Both getting up and running over to the bathroom. – “Y/n, are you alright in there?” – Sherlock started pounding on the door.

“Y/n are you in pain?” – John asked turning the door knob that you had closed. – “Y/n, answer me.” – Sherlock begged, knocking even louder. John held his ear by the door, hearing you pant.

“Y/n open the door please.” – John asked as you cried it out in pain. Huffing and puffing moments later. The door got unlocked. Sherlock shoving John aside to enter. – “Y/n!” – he called out with worry.

Seeing you stand by the tub, one hand under your stomach. Sherlock’s gaze fell down on the wetness at your feet. Staring in shock at it. John bumped against his shoulder to get to you. – “Her water broke Sherlock!” – he called out. Sherlock blinking rapidly in response to absorb that information. John was already at your side, holding your arm up.

“Deep breaths Y/n.” – he said, supporting you. – “Sherlock we have to move. Now!” – John shouted at him. That seemed to work as Sherlock got in action. Nearly knocking himself out by the door when he rushed back out. Hurrying back inside with yours and his coats. Holding them proudly up like caught fish.

John sighed loud, snatching your coat from him. John helped you put on the coat. Handing you then over to your husband. – “I’m going to park the car in front. You help her downstairs.” – John addressed to Sherlock with a warning point.

Sherlock swallowed, taking John’s place at your side. Taking a hold of your arm. – “Is… is there going to be any more water?” – he asked as you could scream at him. – “Just get me downstairs.” – you responded annoyed. Sherlock helped you step carefully over the spill.

You were trying to steady your breathing as he helped you down the stairs. Misses Hudson appearing at the foot of the stairs. – “Oh is it time?” – she called out with delight. – “It is baby time misses Hudson.” – he responded helping you down the last few steps. – “Best of luck.” – she wished, sending you off with a pat on your back.

The car was parked in front. With the help of Sherlock you got inside. John not wasting any time by stepping on the gas. You were huffing and puffing. Calling it out in screams in between. Sherlock took your hand firm.

“Y/n, I’ve read that you have to puff like this.” – he informed you. He started mimicking huffs and puffs. First quick one’s than much slower one’s. You shot him a glare at how annoying he was. – “Don’t you start!” – you called out in pure frustration.

“Y/n!” – Sherlock panicked when you started to move around the car. Trying to find a comfortable position. Yelping in distress at the discomfort of being in labour. – “How is she doing back there?” – John wanted to know. – “Drive!” – was your answer ending in a loud scream of pain, shooting through you.

Sherlock’s gaze fell down on you, staring with wide eyes at you. Gasping at what you were doing. Panicking himself a bit as it suddenly all felt real. – “Drive faster John!” – he called out, worrying that you might give birth in the car. Panting loud, you settled for a comforting position for as long as it lasted. Sweating immensely.

You reached for his hand, wanting him close. Sherlock took your hand, leaning in closer. Wanting to give you a comforting kiss. Yet the moment his face got close to you, he received your hand against his cheek. Pressing his face against the window with a scream of agony. – “Au.” – Sherlock yelped out, face getting squashed against the window.

“Sorry.” – you puffed out. Sherlock removed his face from against the glass, waving at you that it was alright. – “How much longer?” – He wanted to know, not sure how much of this torture he could endure. – “Any moment now.” – John replied, taking a turn. – “Sherlock.” – you breathed out, reaching for his hand. – “I’m here Y/n… I’m here.” – he said taking your hand. 

A discomforting pain shot through you, making you squeeze his hand hard. Sherlock calling it out as his hand got crushed in yours. Trying to bite the pain away, by upholding his smile at you. Seeing how you were worried and panicking. He didn’t want to add more to that. Giving your hand a good pat.

John parked the car in front of the hospital. Opening the door for you, helping you out. Still crushing Sherlock’s hand, he toggled behind you, trying to keep up. Inside you were immediately assisted by nurses. One of them helped you sit down in a wheelchair. The two of them running after you.

You got pushed through double doors as one of the last nurses stopped them. – “Only the father can go further.” – she told them. John looked over at Sherlock, who remained silent. – “That is you!” – he called out. – “Right… right. That’s me.” – Sherlock shot his hand up. The nurse urged him to follow her. They gave him some protection coat before entering the room. You smiled between the tears at the sight of him.

Sherlock let his hand slide in yours, brushing his hand over your head. – “It’s really happening darling.” – he said calmly. Sucking in a breath, you nodded. – “I’m scared…” – you told him. – “So am I, but we can do this together.” – his words soothing you. You closed your eyes when he pressed his lips on your forehead. Leaving a tender kiss. Holding his hand firm, you began pushing.

Hours later, you had your baby in your arms. Sherlock stroking his hand through your hair. Complimenting you on the good work. Smiling between the tears, you kissed him. For your family had a member more.  

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[221beloved]

New Fic

Not Good?

Summary: He'd expected Sherlock to be furious about it, of course. What he'd not expected, however, was one Dr Watson, defending Sherlock.

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A bit of backstory on how Greg met Sherlock, and his view of what happens between Sherlock and John in “A Study in Pink.” No actual Johnlock, but a hopeful ending. ;)

Tagging some people who I think might be interested under the cut:

Please let me know if you want to be tagged or untagged!

@helloliriels @a-victorian-girl @meetinginsamarra @lisbeth-kk @keirgreeneyes

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[zebraschaf]

Wow. What a series. Characters are spot on, there is suspense, romance, surprises and great humour. Loved it. Had to read through the night (again). So thankful for having found it.

[meetinginsamarra]

Fanfics I really liked in January 2025

So. Since I keep a list of what I´ve read anyway (there´s always a list), I will rec all the fics I´ve wholly enjoyed on a monthly basis. Old and new, canon or AU, big or small authors, long or short but nearly always Johnlock (-ish).

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Unremarkable by DiscordantWords @discordantwords

It's an unremarkable day. John has a date. Sherlock has a case. And both Mycroft and Rosie have just been shoved into the boot of a car.

Awesome Mycroft-baby Rosie interaction! Fierce John and Sherlock to the rescue.

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Wasteland, Baby by LoloLolly 

Things hadn’t felt right in 221B since John and Rosie moved back in. Everything was off. Wrong. If only Sherlock knew it was about to get even worse. But, for vegetation to return to a barren wasteland, rain from thunderstorms is necessary. A brushfire, even, to burn away the old and provide nourishment for the new… and to expose a truth that’s been present all along.

Sherlock gets abducted and John does everyting to get him back which changes their relationship (for the better, of course!).

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When We Were Young by Calais_Reno @calaisreno

John and Sherlock met at school, and were a bit more than friends. But they didn't stay in touch afterwards. Life goes on, and when John returns from Afghanistan, he takes a position at Barts as a trauma specialist, working in the Emergency Department. As he reports for work one day, a man jumps off the roof of the hospital. John's world tilts on its axis.

AND THE COMPANION PIECE

My Heart at Your Door by Calais_Reno 

Years ago, Sherlock Holmes loved John Watson, but they were schoolboys, and when it came time to part ways, Sherlock decided it was for the best that they not stay in touch. The only thing certain about his life at that point was that it would surely tear him and John apart.

When he meets John again, he’s just faked his death and is ready to leave London.

Summaries say it all. Told from different POVs.

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A Thrill Failed To Deliver by J_Baillier @jbaillier

When The Work is replaced with chemotherapy and restaurant dinners with radiation treatment, will a new, devastating normal bring John and Sherlock closer, or drive them apart — as Sherlock seems convinced it will?

Medical realism with angst, hurt/comfort and a developing relationship under very complicated circumstances. Epic J_Baillier!

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Vena Cava by SilentAuror @silentauroriamthereal

Sherlock has been shot in the chest; John has been shot in the heart. Though everything is broken, they do their best to heal the wounds that Mary left on them both.

After Sherlock has been shot by Mary, John figures out a lot.

[strawberrywinter4]

Life is kicking my ass right now, so we all know one thing that ALWAYS makes ANYONE feel better… Johnlock fanfiction.

If anyone has any recs, please drop some in the comments or reblog. Preferably, I’m looking for some long plotty fics, but fluffy fics are good too. At this point, just put anything, I’m desperate and I feel like I have so many Sherlock fics to discover. And I need comfort.

Thank you😭

[sakshi-s-blog]

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.

[thegildedbee]

{S1/S2} & {S3/S4} Fics: [Questions] .......................................................................

[well, instead of a few thoughts about the "whys" for the Parentlock fic recs that were the point of starting this post, and then a list of and comments about the recs, this turned into a longer meta -- which, we don't really do meta any more, do we, except in passing? fwiw, then, a throwback post, I guess?]

........................................................................................................... I've been thinking some about differences in Sherlockian fic treatments, when comparing the S1/S2 period to the S3/S4 period - in general, this means 2014 as a dividing line, although that's not a hard-and-fast cut-off point: for example, there were fics that were conceptualized or well-along-the-wip-road prior to S3 that carried on from within the earlier canon-space even if they were completed a year or so later; and there were fic authors who were publishing circa 2015 who had shrugged off S3 when it was being aired, and couldn't have cared less about post-S3 [often disputatious] meta discussions/ speculations.* So, by my figuring, 2014-2015 is a transitional phase, with my guess being that it would be late in 2015 when fics written by authors engaging with S3 canon began merging into a critical mass, creating a second, S1/2/3-transformed foundational reference point for many fics going forward -- and, the later in time one ventures, the reference point for most fics.

It's not that I've been wondering/pondering about the differences because I think pre- or post-S3 fics are better or worse -- to say the least :-) I feel positively about fic from both time periods! It's partly curiosity about the writing of fic in the two different creative contexts: in the "before time" or the "after time" of BBCS' post-Reichenbach canon decisions. And it's also partly curiosity about the differences in length that now exist for the two periods: about 4 years for pre-S3 fic -- which will always remain so, along with the amount of fic it contains [minus deletions and disappearances of specific fic] -- and going on 11 years now (and always stretching further, with increasing content) for post-S3 fic.

I think that one impulse prompting my curiosity is the fact that, realistically, at this point in time [the start of 2025] new canon is unlikely to appear. When BBCS was still in motion as an evolving source for its own canon (in actuality and in potentia), fics were brought to life within a contingent canonical landscape (whether authors were adapting to it or subverting it or anticipating it or transforming it or appropriating it or moving at tangents to it). Of course, the canonical landscape was rendered static when BBCS pulled over to the side of the motorway and killed the engine.

What I'm not saying is that fic is in stasis -- it can't ever be, for lots of reasons! One reason is that, as time passes, the world changes, and we change, and what we see when we look at traditional canon changes . . . and so the fandom dynamic of fic evolution continues :-) A second reason is that new people come along to write fic and to comment on fic, and to meta about fic, and their contributions augment and reshape the cumulative corpus . . . and so the fandom dynamic of fic evolution continues :-) A third reason is that, through our encounters with other imaginative realms, old and new (novels and films and series and other enthusiasms) and then with each other, there's a continuous glamouring that shimmers the atmosphere . . . and so (say it again :-) the fandom dynamic of fic evolution continues :-) Even so, I've been a bit wistful these days about experiencing Sherlockian canon-in-the-making . . . which is maybe what's prompted me (?) to return to the ur-source, which, because it's been so long since I've visited there, can conjure up that kind of magic :-) And so I've been doing some weekly mini-wanderings through ACD canon, and reading between the lines in a kind of what's-old-is-new-again-familiar-unfamiliarity that's been rewarding :-) But more on point for this post (ha! if you've read this far you've been wondering, is there a point? . . . ) is a sense I have that re-visiting S1/S2 fic is another way of accessing a bit of a present-day sense of canon-in-the-making, because it is far enough in the past now, and because of the post-S3's-interpolated-foundation-for-fic has itself extended outward so far, that pre-S3 fic can be visited in a what's-old-is-new-again kind of way (S1/S2 has familiar beats to it, but when visiting I somehow feel whisperings of a mrs. hudson-like smile of "but we see things somewhat differently here, dear" :-)

Okay, enough with all the preliminaries! All that being said: So, what's an example? Here's one I've come back to many times: One major shift is in fics where Sherlock is a parent, or is interacting with a child of John's, because pre-S3 means pre-Mary [at least the "Mary the (former?) assassin" of BBC Sherlock] and pre-"Rosie." [It is the case that some pre-S3 authors have a "Mary," but it's a version that's drawn from ACD canon, and, as such, is usually a much more understated presence; re kids from ACD canon, that's a null consideration.]

There are an overwhelming number of post-S3 fics where Sherlock-with-a-child means Sherlock&John-and-Mary's-Rosie under various scenarios. And while there are lots of different Rosie personalities, Rosie plots, and Sherlockian encounters with Rosie, a majority (or very nearly all?) post-S3 Parentlock fics share in this background rationale (more or less, to be sure) even as they play out from there in a gazillion different inventive ways. Pre-S3 Parentlock fics don't have that raison d'etre, of course, and the child characters and plottings that feature in the S1/S2 period have a generally wilder set of imaginings, and their S1/S2 fic Sherlocks have a balance of characteristics that have some subtle differences that I've always found intriguing, and keep coming back to (this can hold for Johns as well, although the emphasis is more pronounced with Sherlocks). Being pulled back into pre-S3 fic and re-visiting it through categories like Parentlock has been another way that I've re-experienced a kind of anticipatory canon-in-the-making . . . ambience? aesthetic? aura? which I've found to be intriguing. I'm not sure that looking backwards has much appeal for others -- maybe (?) In any case, I guess I thought I'd try and puzzle it out for myself by writing it down and not just having it float about in wisps in my mind palace :-)

Well, hey now, as this is an epic amount of wandering about, I think it's time to come to a rather inelegant galumphing of an endpoint! Writing up the fic recs will have to maybe happen somewhere down the road...

(For anyone who has wandered along this far as well: if you have any thoughts you'd like to share about S1/S2 and S3/S4 fic partitioning, or [the futility of?] attempts to re-surface a canon-in-the-making-vibe -- feel free to add them in! If so, borrowing these would allow this post a much more inspiriting way to finish :-)

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*(. . . and of course there were a significant number of authors who left the fandom after S3 -- but that's a fic trend reflection for another day :-)

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[french-vanilla-in-the-clouds]

𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬

𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: It is finally Y/N's turn to walk down the aisle. Sherlock can't keep his eyes off of her. She is certain that the man waiting at the alter is the one she will spend the rest of her life with. Is he?

wedding fluff and angst

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Sherlock stood at the alter, hands clasped behind his back. To the wedding guests, his sharp stance would suggest ease. In truth, each deep breath he chased was laboured and unsure.

She was a vision in white. Precious in deep sheets of ivory.

Sherlock had never seen such perfection.

Y/N took measured steps down the aisle in time to the music's pace. A few steps further and the bride would become somebody's wife.

Sherlock promised himself he would not cry today. Not one tear, he swore. He was better than that. Still, as Y/N drew closer, step by step, he wasn't certain he could keep a dry eye.

He considered turning away or focusing on the flower arrangements set behind her shoulder. Anything to keep the strain in his chest at bay.

It was in that moment of deliberation that Y/N chose to wink at him. A small gesture, hardly visible behind her veil but even so, he caught it.

Propping his shoulders back, he chose to keep looking. Better to face the music than miss a flutter of her lashes or the quiver of her lip when she smiled.

Though his throat felt constricted and his chest heaved for breath, Sherlock Holmes could not turn away from the bride.

He registered John shoot him a grin from the left. He wasn't sure that he returned it.

"She's beautiful," John said in a hushed tone.

"She's beautiful," Sherlock repeated.

Three years earlier, Sherlock had met Y/N for the first time. Since then, she had stumbled through the flat each day, always with a shy smile and a soft spoken, "hello".

He loved her from the start.

Their highs and lows, they would experience together. When she threw her head back in laugher, teeth gleaming at something her lover said, Sherlock would see it. He often revealed his experiments to her, if only to see the wonder shine in her eyes.

Even after every lover's spat, Sherlock would wrap his arms around her and swear that things would look brighter in time.

He was right. By God, he was right. He had to be, for now, she stood just steps away from him, at the alter, incandescently happy in her wedding gown.

A slow tear trailed down Sherlock's cheek.

Y/N finally reached him and there was silence in the cathedral when the music at last, had died. 

"You're crying," she said.

Sherlock choked out a laugh that hurt his head. "I'm not," he replied. He tightened his lips together to ease the line of worry that had suddenly appeared on Y/N's brow.

"You're beautiful," he whispered. Closing his eyes, Sherlock shifted her veil aside. His hand trembled as he pushed it just far enough to kiss her cheek.

Though he gave her the softest of kisses, he felt a sharp stab in his heart, as arduous as the touch of his lips on her skin was brief.

He dropped her veil again and opened his eyes. "Every happiness," he said to her. His gaze steeled into her own. He hoped she wouldn't understand but she did.

Y/N nodded and her veil rustled. "Every happiness," she said back to him.

Sherlock clenched his jaw and feigned a smile for the wedding guests that stared from the pews. Then, he took Y/N's hand in his own and walked with her for three final steps.

John waited beside the priest.

Sherlock presented the groom with his bride and took his position as best man.

He was good at that, after all; standing on the outside, looking in. It's how he captured so many of his friends' most private moments in the small space of 221B.

Throughout the ceremony, the words, "every happiness" rang in Sherlock's mind.

When John and Y/N shared their first kiss as man and wife, Sherlock clapped along with the others but still, "every happiness" lingered at the tip of his tongue.

He simply couldn't manage to add the words, "I wish you..." at the start.

Things would be brighter in time, he told himself.

He knew it was a lie but for now, he clapped.

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