#221b ficlet

[topsyturvy-turtely]

Finally close enough - 221b

December prompts! I used Wish & Star. (dec 2nd)

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It was May when I wished for it.

Laying down, looking up, listening to the night. An owl hooting behind, a blanket wrapped around, a sky full of stars above us.

Him next to me: not close enough.

I felt him breathing beside me. I felt myself stopping to breathe when his hand brushed mine. The adrenaline of the case long gone left me behind vulnerable and sensitive. No longer a soldier, just an ordinary guy who's falling in love.

I wished for it and was simultaneously afraid of it. I wished for it again when I saw another shooting star.

It was December when it came true.

A glare. Incredulity. An awkward laugh and my fingers tucking on my collar. Incredulity turning into confusion.

Fear made me wanna turn around. Turn around and run. Run until I forgot. Run forever, because how could I ever forget.

Looking up I saw confusion fading into amazement.

Something in his eyes made me smile. Feel warm inside, feel safe, feel brave.

He must have seen something in mine too because then: him, right in front of me. So close. Not close enough.

I don't know who leaned in first. I do know we met in the middle.

A wish came true and I wasn't afraid anymore. A wish of lips, tasting like biscuits.

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A/N: FLUFF! i love fluff:) not sure how often i can contribute something but here is one 221b ficlet for you, my loves. (let's ignore i already missed one day okay? cool.) thanks for reblogging!!!

!!! definitely read @totallysilvergirl's and @lisbeth-kk's december ficlets too !!! they are already heartwarmingly delicious!

(keep reading = tag list)

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[thetimemoves]

2023 Year in Review

Slim pickings from me this year, but I did post two 221b ficlets. I have WIPs I thought I would have shared by now (two are gifts I so want to bestow), but I stalled out. It happens. I have high hopes for 2024.

I don't want to dwell in disappointment for said stall-out; it's not the end of the world. I'm pleased with the two ficlets I did post. Fair warning: the first is quite angsty, but never fear. The second is about as happy as it gets.

With Regrets

John's regrets are legion.

Sherlock Holmes might just top his very long list.

bitter, sweet

It's fine. It's all fine.

___

Thanks for the tag, @discordantwords! You've been the best cheerleader. <3

Tagging everyone who sees this and would like to share. Thanks for another stellar year of escapism, Sherlock fandom! Here's to a happy and fulfilling 2024 for us all.

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[calaisreno]

Love Language

Prompt: Flattery

Sherlock is very good at flattering people he wants something from- witnesses, suspects, people concealing evidence. For a man who pretends to be a sociopath (high functioning), uncomprehending of human emotions, he is surprisingly adept at manipulation. Maybe he considers that part of the sociopath gig. 

Over the years, John has learned to appreciate it when his flatmate insults him. Sherlock is an impatient man who hates slowing down to accommodate lesser intellects. His insults are rude, tactless— because he has no use for tact.

That's why John doesn't mind his insults. He knows Sherlock is several steps ahead of him and doesn't want to stop and explain. His words are honest, not devious. John understands. 

It's a strange love language between the two of them. John calls him a berk for leaving eels in the sink and eyeballs in his favorite mug. Sherlock calls him an idiot for ruining his experiment (the one he borrowed John’s jumper for). John calls Sherlock a git when he refuses to let John treat the bumps and bruises he's received; Sherlock calls John a mother hen. 

These are endearments. They know each other’s foibles, as well as the tender wounds they shouldn’t touch, and avoid them. He'd be nervous if Sherlock flattered him. 

“You’re my idiot,” Sherlock says.

John smiles. “Come here, you bastard.”

221B Ficlet / Read on AO3

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[blogstandbygo]

Fluffbruary - "Wind"

@fluffbruary day 28

“Windy today.”

“Yes,” Sherlock said. He watched his bees struggling to keep their formation over the hive, fighting the force of the wind against their tiny bodies.

“Look at those clouds scudding along.”

“Scudding? Such a poet you are, John.”

“Scudding’s a real word.”

“I know, but more a word for stories, not for two old men in their garden, talking about the weather.”

John shrugged and was quiet for a few moments. Sherlock listened to the wind pushing threw the grass, then John said softly, “My life with you is a story.”

“John?”

“The best story,” John said. He wasn’t looking at Sherlock, but at the cottage, the hives, the grasses, the trees, the wind. “A story better than I could have imagined.”

Sherlock reached over and took John’s hand; only then did John look at him. “A love story?”

“A detective story. A story of friends. And, yes, a love story, in the end.”

John squeezed his hand, his smile breaking out like the sun behind a cloud. He stood, and pulled at Sherlock’s hand. “Come on, fellow protagonist, let’s go in before the wind blows us away. We’ll see if we can accompany our story with some tea and those scones you made.”

“Tea and scones and love. You’re right. That is a very good story.”

 “The best.”

And that brings Fluffbruary to an end. I've had a wonderful time, I'm grateful for all your comments and likes and tags, and I've enjoyed reading other's beautiful fluffy fics. Thank you all!

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[helloliriels]

You Send Me

A 221B Ficlet series by helloliriels for @sherlockchallenge STAMP

.

‘And where are you sending me now?’

A teasing voice. 

John watching with amusement as Sherlock placed a fresh stamp on his forehead. Followed by a kiss. 

.

His flatmate had clearly not forgotten their games from last night … despite the copious amounts of liquor they had both consumed … 

Or how it had all ended like this … 

.           Wrapped in each other’s arms, in Sherlock’s bed … 

Basking in each other’s glow … with the snow falling steadily outside.

.

Last night had been a revelation for both of them.

Christmas eve. 

Too much whiskey. 

Alone together, at last.

The soft glow of the fireplace. A game of chance. The risk of confessions … 

.       … And a stamp had sealed their fate.

.

John blinked at the enormity of it all. Fighting back the warmth of tears spreading behind his eyes. He squeezed them shut. A lump forming in his throat -

At the beauty of the man before him … and all the things they could now share … 

.

Sherlock’s eyes were focused on him. Solely on him. John lay breathless,

. While Sherlock’s lips wandered … planting soft kisses on John’s abdomen, his hip, his thigh … 

.

‘Thought it was obvious?' Sherlock replied coyly, sliding beneath the sheets.

'I'm sending you to heaven.’ 

.

John no longer fought the tears.

Laughing even as he cried. 

Emotions no longer contained or buried … in a bottle.

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[england-would-fall]

WE WANT YOUR WORK!

When The Rose Speaks Its Name: A Sherlock Holmes Anthology is receiving poetry, prose, hybrid, short story, and essay pieces for our charity publication! YES, this includes 221B stories. YES, we are open to previously published work! Have something Arthur Conan Doyle inspired—any era, any format, any shades in the rainbow—to help us share the truth behind 221B Baker St's closed doors? whentherosespeaks.com | [email protected]

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[krys-loves-otome]

Fictober 2022: A Little Tired [221B Ficlet]

Prompt #9: Sounds Like a You Problem

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Rating: Teen

Pairing: Licht Klein x Reader

Summary: A quiet night cuddling with Licht. 221B Ficlet.

Warnings: References to self-harm but not the main focus, fluff, and cuddling.

Also on ao3!

My Fanfic Masterlist

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Licht's warmth as he held you from behind chased away the coolness of the night, his heart beating steadily against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, his bare hands resting over yours delicately, as you held onto a book that you had been reading to him.

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Licht's warmth as he held you from behind chased away the coolness of the night, his heart beating steadily against your back. His chin rested on your shoulder, his bare hands resting over yours delicately, as you held onto a book that you had been reading to him.

Raised white lines, some faded into his skin, others hard and trying to heal, crisscrossed over the back of his hands and inside his wrists, a constant reminder of the pains of his past.

With a shy smile, you raised your index finger between the gap of his fingers, rubbing his knuckles affectionately. In turn, his hand curled around yours.

"Finished?" He asked.

You nodded, pulling down the red string bookmark and closing the book. Licht, using his free hand, moved the book to the side table, then wrapped his arm around your middle, resting his cheek on your shoulder.

"Tired already?" You asked.

"No," he mumbled flatly, pulling you closer.

"You sound tired."

"You're hearing things."

You chuckled, pulling his other hand closer to you, holding it against your middle, resting your head against his.

"Well, I'm a little tired."

"Sounds like a you problem."

"A me problem?"

"You pushed yourself too hard today."

His grip tightened more, now his nose resting on your shoulder, his lips brushing it lazily. You blushed.

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[fuckyeahfightlock]

Advent Ficlets 2022, Day 15

Midnight

Doubtless there are Londoners in their thousands who must--or choose to--endure a shocking-cold night outdoors with damp so close to freezing the air appears to crystallise, especially near streetlamps and illuminated doorways, but midnight finds our two men all snug in their bed, having shared a meal but forgone the washing-up in favour of an extra half-hour by the fire, the music of the season played at unassuming volume from the stereo while they silently scrolled through nothing much on their separate handheld screens. Once the bedroom lights were dimmed, then doused, they dressed themselves, soon undressed each other, re-dressed as the delicious heat seeped out of their blood and breath, and nudged the bedclothes closer around them, closing any gaps that might let in the cold.

There is city-silence: the hush of passing vehicles down on Baker Street, an occasional raised voice from the pavements, a thunk of heavy plastic, a clank of rattling metal. The house makes its settling sounds of cooling pipes and clicking heaters. There is city-darkness: the edges of the blinds gilded sliver, a reflection of a reflection of a traffic signal, in the glass of a framed picture; they rarely notice. They two are still and soft, side by side beneath a sturdy pile of quilts, with only their pinkies touching--just barely.

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[coversbyallsovacant]

wrote a 221b ficlet today! This is an achievement already because the last time I was able to write one was 2020. Wow.

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[topsyturvy-turtely]

Just another day (a 221b)

As soon as Will felt the morning light on his face he was wide awake. Time to meet Victor! Quickly, the eight year old boy grabbed his magnifying glass and three tiny terrariums to meet his best friend and investigate bugs. It was gonna be a good day.

***

The sun tickled in his nose and he heard mummy's knock on his door. With a groan 13 year old Sherlock covered his face with a pillow and yelled. "Go. Away!" It was gonna be a bad day.

***

Sherlock, in his 20s now, looked up from his microscope and squinted at the first sunlight. How was it morning already? Wasn't it just midnight a minute ago? Insomnia, he knew it was. It was gonna be a weary day.

***

Sherlock woke from someone yawning into his ear, a hand tangled into his curls. He shifted, placed a hand on John's waist. Which woke the man. Sleep drunk John pushed himself up, looking alarmed for a second. Then he visibly calmed: his eyes fell almost closed again and smiled. The sun hit his hair and Sherlock couldn't stop himself from saying, "Morning light looks good on you."

John scoffed, then kissed him, tentatively. "Such a romantic in the mornings."

It was gonna be just another day... but John Watson was gonna make it infinitely better.

may 4th prompt: morning light by @notjustamumj

thank you @totallysilvergirl for lmk about this challenge!

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[thetimemoves]

bitter, sweet

Inspired by @calaisreno​’s 5/27 prompt: Bitter. You must check out their prompt ficlets so far for this month, as well as @raina-at’s. I’ve enjoyed them all so, so much. They both tagged me and while writing has been a struggle lately, I couldn’t help but whip this one out. Thank you both!

Also on AO3. 

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It’s unseasonably warm for late May in London. Buoyed by the sun and the end of another workweek, John is feeling light. Happy. He decides to skip the tube and walk home from the clinic.

He passes his local, just two blocks from home. The sidewalk outside is teeming with the afterwork crowd soaking up the waning sunlight, hands full of pints and Proseccos.

John shoots off a text, then pivots and goes inside. He elbows his way to the bar and orders two bitters, then makes his way back outside and finds a spot in the sun.

He’s sipping his pint when he sees a familiar (beloved) figure approach. The sight of Sherlock—sans Belstaff, shirtsleeves rolled up and hair a riot of curls—stirs something primal in John’s belly.

Anticipation.

Sherlock keeps his eyes on John as he weaves around the other drinkers. His smile is gentle, sweet. John still isn’t used to seeing this side of the man but hopes it’s one he’ll never again live without.

When he reaches John, Sherlock takes the beer from John’s hand and bends to give him a soft kiss. This too is new. Kisses when they part, kisses when they meet again.

It’s fine. It’s all fine.

Sherlock kisses John once more, his tongue savouring John’s taste. “Mmm,” he says. “Bitter.” 

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[calaisreno]

Epiphany

Epiphanies are nothing new for Sherlock. His entire career as a consulting detective is built around moments when it all suddenly makes sense, the clues slot into place, and the case is solved. 

He hasn’t solved the case of John Watson. All night, he’s been thinking about it. Dark hours, dark thoughts. He’s made a mistake.

When light is coming through the curtains, he knows.

In the kitchen his flatmate, his conundrum, is making tea. His brilliant flatmate, who’d figured out where Sherlock went, got in a cab and followed him, and shot the cabbie through two panes of glass. 

“Morning.” John puts a cup of tea in front of him, milk and two sugars. (One day, and he already knows how Sherlock takes it?) 

He’s underestimated John Watson. 

“Toast?” John has slept well. He killed a man, giggled over Chinese fortunes, and slept peacefully all night. 

Sherlock makes his way to the table and sits. He feels like a wreck. 

“John, I… I would like to clarify something I said last night.”

John passes him the jam. “You’ve changed your mind.”

“What?”

“You’re rethinking me, as your flatmate.” 

“Yes.”

John looks disappointed, but nods. “It’s fine. I haven’t moved my stuff.”

“No. I mean… I’m not married to my work. I’m unattached. Like you.”

“And you’d rather be...?”

“Your boyfriend.”

Prompt: morning light

Thank you, @notjustamumj ❤️

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[blogstandbygo]

Fluffbruary - "Routine"

@fluffbruary - day 7

John walks into the kitchen first, rolling his shoulder to loosen the muscles. He grabs the kettle and fills it, without looking.

Now Sherlock makes his entrance, yawning and wrapped in his housecoat. He opens a cupboard door, pulling out a box of tea. Two teabags are fished out by long fingers; John holds the pot out and Sherlock deposits the tea with his left hand while closing the cupboard with his right. John puts two pieces of bread in the toaster (after a glance to make sure there are no non-food items still in the toaster). He turns away to fetch the butter, and Sherlock starts the toaster.

John gets two plates. Sherlock gets two mugs.

The kettle sings and clicks off; John pours the tea just as the toaster pops. Theirs is a powerful toaster, projecting the toast into the air, but Sherlock catches them both and slaps them onto their respective plates.

They sit, eating their toast and sipping tea. John reads the paper, Sherlock checks his email.

Breakfast complete, John takes the dishes to the sink. He begins to walk out of the room, but stops.

Sherlock looks up at him, curious.

John comes back to the table and without hesitation, kisses Sherlock: hard, fast, deep.

He stands back, smiles, and leaves, leaving Sherlock astonished and blinking.

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[consult-sherlockholmes]

Did you like it when John kissed you? Be honest.

It was acceptable. I suppose. As I have no other previous data to compare it to, I probably can't fully evaluate it.

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[helloliriels]

'When all is lost, your face I see ...

... Do you, still then, remember me?'

Remember Me by helloliriels (GIF art made to accompany ficlet)

Based on this actual knitted soldier found in UK for Remembrance Day, Syston, Liecestershire. (I've moved it to London .... shhhh!)

Uncle Rudy w/Baby Sherlock, Mummy Holmes with Kindergarten Lock, Teenlock w/Mycroft, Sherlock alone, The Soldier (John) carrying Sherlock home to 221b. (wanted to do a few more of the in-between years, but stuck with just adding Uncle Rudy, like it had been their routine for years)

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[fuckyeahfightlock]

Advent Ficlets 2022, Day 7

Christmas Cards

Sinking heavily into a seat on the tube, John arranged his several shopping bags around his feet and in his lap, reached for his phone for the tenth (or more) time in the past few hours, with a paradoxical urge to text, “Sherlock, did you nick my phone?” By the time he’d reached the third shop on Sherlock’s detailed list, John had the distinct suspicion he’d been sent on a fool’s errand just to get him out of the flat. Sherlock’s custom-printed holiday cards had been delivered from the stationer, and as John was being all but shoved out the door, he’d noticed a pair of fine pens and a flat glassine envelope of postage stamps had appeared on the kitchen table beside the boxes of cream-coloured envelopes and the cards printed with an ultra-close-up photo he’d taken, of one of their Christmas trees reflected in the curve of a metallic ornament hanging from the branches of the other.

Arriving home, he was positively knackered, his knuckles ached from the weight of the bags, and the giveaway stair groaned extra-loud protest at the surplus weight he carried. He let everything thump and tumble onto the landing.

“You gave me busy work. You stole my phone so I couldn’t interrupt you.”

“Ah, you’ve found me out.” Sherlock smiled with cheeky satisfaction. “Brilliant.”

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