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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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Hey Steph,

I am in the mood for some really long fics. Preferably not AU as I find those hard to get into. Although, like always, I am open to your all your suggestions.

Loves Seven.

Hi Lovely!!

Ahhh, I've a TONNE of long fics, and a lot of them AREN'T AUs! I'm gonna use your ask as an excuse to post a new list, and please check out the other pages linked below! I label if a fic is an AU or not, so just skip over those if you're not up for them! Enjoy!

NOVEL LENGTH FICS: 50 to 100K Pt 4

See also:

Novella Length Fics: 20 to 25K (Oct 2020)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K (Aug. 2019)

Novella Length Fics: 25 to 50K Pt 2 (July 2022)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K (Nov. 2018)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 2 (May 2020)

Novel Length Fics: 50 to 100K Pt 3 (Jul 2022)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. (May 2019)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 2 (Aug 2020)

Novel Length Fics: 100K+ w. Pt 3 [MFL’s] (Dec 2020)

Long Domestic Johnlock (50K+ w.) (March 2023)

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Long S3/Post-S3 Fics (20K+ w.) [Apr 2020]

Hurt / Comfort Pt. 4: 50K+ Words Pt. 1

Anxious / Worried Sherlock Pt 2 (Over 20K w.)

Long Pining Fics (50K+) [March 2023]

G,T, & M-Rated Johnlock for Newcomers Pt. 3 (20K+)

Genius is a Star Whose Light (is Soon to Sink in Endless Night) by LoloLolly (M, 51,812 w., 11 Ch. || Canon Compliant Through TFP/S4 Is Canon, Aftermath of Serbia, Alternating POV,�� Established / New Relationship, Parentlock with Rosie, Explicit Torture, Mentions of Sherlock’s PTSD, Mentions of Human Trafficking, References to Child Abuse, Violence, Kidnapping, Captivity, Angst with Happy Ending, Fluff, Case Fic, BAMF / Soldier John, Sherlock Whump, Mycroft and John Work Together, Marriage Proposal, Autistic Sherlock, Lestrade Finds Out, Polyglot Sherlock) – Sherlock had buried the past. Shut Serbia away in the attic of his mind palace. Muddy footprints at a heinous crime scene, however, have led him right back to old enemies. And right back to captivity. For God’s sake, Mycroft. Part 2 of the Earthly Pomp (Is But a Dream) series

Spare Parts by Raina_at (E, 63,497 w., 10 Ch. || 24th Century / Futurism AU || Post TRF, Pre-TRF Relationship, Case Fic, Mutual Pining, Estrangement, Reconciliation, Science Fiction, Reunion, Nightmares, Angry John, Cybernetic John, Emotional Discussions / Heart to Heart, POV John, Scars, Past Drug Use, Forehead Touching, Emotional Lovemaking, Kissing, Apologies, Kidnapping, Rescue Mission, BAMF John, Bed Sharing, Top Sherlock) – Two years ago, Sherlock Holmes jumped off the roof of New London Hospital. Two months ago, he walked into John's clinic as if no time had passed at all. John hasn't seen him since. But then Sherlock knocks on John's door with a case he can't say no to, and while figuring out why the biggest manufacturer or synthetic limbs in the System is going after veterans, they also need to find out whether there's a way to fix what's broken between them. Part 1 of Realigning Gravity

Swallow the Night by ArwaMachine (E, 87,873 w., 15 Ch. || TSo3/Stag Night Fix It, TAB/S4 Divergence, Toplock, Mutual Pining, PWP, Drunk / Public Sex, Anal Fingering/Sex, Alcohol-Induced Amnesia, Everyone Knows Except Them, Emotional Love Confession, Demisexual Sherlock, Internalized Homophobia [John], Parentlock with Rosie, First Kiss, Drug Relapse, Infidelity, Texting, Masturbation, Oblivious John, Emotional Love Making, Angst with Happy Ending, Dreams and Nightmares) – “Do you know how long,” John panted, his cheek scraping against the wall, looking back at Sherlock through half-closed eyes, “I’ve wanted this?” Sherlock pressed himself against John’s back, biting at John’s ear. “Not nearly as long as I have,” he whispered.

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

Fade To Black by twistedthicket1 (M, 93,389 w., 29 Ch. || Split Personality Disorder / DID, Action, Romance, Violence, Implied Rape/Non-Con, BAMF John, Fluff and Angst, Baskerville, Human Experimentation, PTSD, Implied Self Harm, Trauma Amnesia, Past Child Sexual Abuse, Protective Sherlock, Smoking, Meddling Mycroft, Past Victor/Sherlock, Gay Sherlock, Sherlock’s Past, First Kiss/Time) – John Watson believes one day he'll just fade. That he'll drown in the black spaces of his mind, and that one day he will no longer exist. It's always been like this, the dark spots marking out moments in his life he can't remember. Where for just a moment he's someone else. Having a Dissociative identity disorder, he can't even be entirely sure he's really who he says he is. Then he meets Sherlock Holmes. A brilliant detective who when he looks at you can read your entire life story. John is immediately fascinated and afraid, half-wondering if maybe Sherlock can see the other personalities in him and half terrified of the thought of him finding out. Becoming his flatmate seems at once to be a wonderful and horrible idea. Yet as John's Blackouts become more and more severe and his other personalities begin to truly awaken and show themselves with Sherlock's help, the two soon discover that sometimes even the kindest person can harbour a demon best left untouched inside of them. Because not all of John's other personalities play nicely and some may be hiding secrets best left undisturbed...

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #long fics #my fic recs #50 to 100K

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bluebellofbakerstreet · 19 days

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A-Z Sherlock Fan Fiction Tropes Bingo

Many thanks to @swissmissing for creating this bingo card! Because I'm like that, I decided to go for a blackout bingo! And because, even as I was typing these, I kept thinking of more wonderful fics that would fit the brief, I hope to fill in my bingo card again. Writers are amazing and deserve to be lauded, and I have left off so many amazing fics and authors. Besides, we all need fic recs. 💙

AU/Amnesia The Murder of Emory J Amat by chriscalledmesweetie. Sherlock and John in 1920's AgathaChristieLand. It's a WIP but is currently updating weekly. (52k, T)

BDSM/Bodyswap - Certain Skills by NoStraightLine. John expressly told Sherlock that if he stole his gun again he’d get the fucking he was asking for. Sherlock “Boundaries Are Boring” Holmes stole John’s gun. (3k, E)

Crossover/Crack - Repo Men by Anyawen. In which Mrs Turner's married ones are James Bond and Q. Q is kidnapped; everybody is a BAMF. (7k, G)

Domestic/Disability A Building of Bridges by pengke. Alternate first meeting. No one would ever send Sherlock in to defuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that’s exactly what happened. “Congratulations, Lestrade,” he called out sarcastically. “You’re traumatizing a war veteran.” (11k, G)

Established Relationship/Enemies to Lovers - Interview by bluebellofbakerstreet. In which the boys are in an 80's punk band, and are being interviewed by Rolling Stone. (2k, G)

Future/Fluff 50. Be You - No one Else Can by KittenKin. John's had a bad day and Sherlock doesn't know how to help. They both feel better at the end, and you will, too. (1k, G)

Gen/Genderswap - The Art of Communication by stillwaters01. Lestrade is receiving odd texts from Sherlock; he reads between the lines and brings help. (2k, T)

Historical/Humor - Acceptable Behavior by bbcatemysoul. Sherlock isn't really sure why John wants to shag him, but he's certain that if he's careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. (3k, M)

Illness/imprisonment - Radioactive Trees in a Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor. Harrowing account of John's battle with mental health issues and addiction after - you know - everything. (280k, E)

Jealousy/Jilted - Hungry by LipstickDaddy. John can't figure out why Sherlock is being so nice to that new guy working with the yard. (7k, G)

Kids/Kink - The Alchemy of Sea Glass by reveling_in_mayhem. Salt and air and sand surrounded their little party of three. Crashing waves, gull cries, and the exhilarated exclamations of an excited three-year-old served as the soundtrack to a day filled with blue skies and bright sunshine. (22k, E)

Long/Love Triangle The Edinburgh Problem by snorklepie. “A nice holiday, just a bit more...murdery. ” John said drily. “Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!” (152k, E)

Magical Realism/Major Character Death Left by LifeonMars. John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (45k, M)

NSFW/Next Gen. Warzone by abundantlyqueer. Three smutty stories that pick up where the first two episodes left off. (13k, E)

Omegaverse/Only One Bed - Scars Don't Lie by CumberCurlyGirl. The prospect of going undercover as husbands to a couples retreat is just too enticing to refuse. (33k, M)

Parenthood/Platonic The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow. Sherlock's top priority is The Work, just as it's always been ... in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting Rosie from school, and preparing for Rosie's sleepover at Baker Street. (32k, T)

Queer/Quest Dance With Me by TotallySilverGirl. Sherlock's queer quest for johnlock requires dancing, and some help from Sally Donovan. (28k, E)

Retirement/Road Trip - The Winter Garden by Callie4180. 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. (31k, T)

Soulmates/Slow Burn Soul Mate by Mottlemoth. Mystrade. The words appeared on Mycroft's arm aged fourteen. He's now lived with the unfortunate words all his life, not certain that he even wishes to meet his soul mate if that's how the man talks. (4k, T)

Teen AU/Time Travel - The Curious Adventure of the Drs Watson by ShinySherlock. What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places? (40k, M)

Undercover/Unrequited - Last Call at the Homesick Pub by Chryse. During the hiatus, Sherlock is both undercover and suffering from unrequited love. (3k, T)

Vampires/Villain POV - Nine Tenths of the Law by bendingsignpost. John knows what's his - of course he'll kill for it. (Modern vampire AU) (18k, M)

Whump/Werewolves When Your Belly’s in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart. The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side. (4k, T)

Xenomorphism/Xmas - Ghost Stories by SwissMiss. Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something. (22k, M)

Zombies/Zoomorphism - Aim for the Head by Breath4Soul. Sometimes you don't really find yourself until everything has ended.A fic about finding love, healing, and purpose after everything has gone to hell. Still a WIP, but worth it. (44k, M)

#fic recs #I reserve the right to interpret categories as I see fit #writers are amazing

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thatsrightice · 3 months

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My Harry Crosby wishlist for upcoming Masters of the Air episodes:

The Tannoy Incident ™️

Croz kicking a door “to splinters” like the bamf he secretly is to retrieve a parachute for one of his baby ‘gators

Croz standing up for one of his baby ‘gators while dramatically showing off and effectively shutting up two high-ranking officers

Croz working 75 hours straight without eating or sleeping in preparation for D-Day but then sleeping through the whole thing

Croz getting into a full-blown yelling match with a Colonel over the intercom during a mission

More Croz & Rosie

Croz being promoted to Major as he’s coming in for a landing on his 28th (and supposed to be last) mission, therefore making it mandatory that he extends his tour

Bubbles to be okay :(

#will be updated as needed #let me know if you want to know about the Tannoy Incident :)#please please please give us the Tannoy Incident™️ 😩😩😩#I desperately need the Croz & Rosie friendship if Bubbles is truly gone #the fact we were robbed of Bonn 😒😩😤😭#mota spoilers #masters of the air #mota #a vast majority of these are based on his memoir A Wing and a Prayer #a wing and a prayer #harry crosby #robert rosie rosenthal #croz and Rosie remained besties after the war so I’m in desperate need of something that lasts #wishlist #the Tannoy Incident™️#real mota #my wishlist

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raven-of-miramar · 2 months

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MOTA and Rank

You wanna know what I can’t stop thinking about is all the promotions our guys get. Unlike BOB we don’t get any special emphasis on them. With the exception of Croz and his BAMF moment of “Yes Major” and Rosie, the only way they show it is the rank pins and you have to have an eagle eye for those. Like Kidd is a Lt Col when DDay happens, Douglass is a Major by ep 9 and even Croz is a Lt Col at the end (his oak leaves are silver instead of gold) Blakey is a Lt in the bar at the very beginning and a Major by the end. These boys end the war 2-3 ranks higher.

All this to say, I really wonder if the two Bucks hadn’t gone down (not to mention stuck around bc realistically Buck at the very least probably would’ve had his 25 before 1944) would they have ended the war full bird Col. Both Bucks reached that rank after the war but if the timing was different I wonder how their lives and careers would’ve changed post war.

#masters of the air #mota #military #these are the kinds of things that keep me up #it really is timing and luck

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la-undercover-latina · 5 months

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Christmas Creations (Armin Arlert fluff)

This is for my girl @arlerts-angel

Just a little holiday fluff with our favorite blonde babe

Taglist:

@arlerts-angel @arlertwitch @leviismybby @humanitys-strongest-bamf sorry if I forgot anyone

“Angel? Y/D/N? Are you guys home?” Armin asked as he stepped through the door, shrugging off his puffy winter coat that your daughter insisted that he wore this morning because ‘You’ll get sick daddy’.

And there’s one thing that everyone who knew Armin Arlert knew without a shadow of a doubt: there were 2 people on this planet that are completely spoiled rotten.

You and your daughter.

Armin followed the sound of sudden giggles to see the two most important people in his life sitting on the floor with colored pencils in their hands.

Armin leaned against the door, his heart full as he watched the love of his life play with their daughter that they made out of love. A daughter that was Armin’s carbon copy, much to your dismay.

“I spent 9 months growing her and then birthing her and she has the nerve to be a carbon copy of you,”

“What can I say, I’ve got strong genetics,” He had leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips as you and your newborn spent quality time getting skin to skin contact.

“Daddy!” Your four year old smiled beamingly at Armin and you looked behind you to see your husband gazing at you both with the most loving look that you’d seen in his oceanic eyes.

“What did you draw?” Armin asked, picking his little princess up in his arms.

“Mama made Santa and I made the reindeer,” she smiled, while you grabbed the drawings.

“Are you ready to show daddy?” You asked, pressing a quick kiss to your husband’s lips.

“Eww! Mommy you’re gonna catch cooties,”

“So daddy has cooties?” You gasped in mock surprise.

“Yeah, Rosie told me,” Jean and Mikasa’s daughter was ever so slightly older than your daughter, and always fills your daughter in on the ways to survive being a big girl. Apparently the most chief lesson recently has been about how boys have cooties.

“Did Rosie say if the doctor can get rid of it?” Armin asked.

“Nope. All boys have them. It’s why boys have to stand up to use the potty,” That had earned a snicker from Armin and you.

You, unlike your husband, we’re better at hiding it with a cough.

“Well dang, looks like my littlest princess can’t have any goodnight kisses after her bedtime story,” Armin said in a singsong voice.

“Rosie’s wrong,” your daughter said with the most sincere look on her face. The prospect of no more goodnight daddy kisses was unacceptable.

“No I can’t have my princess getting cooties,” Armin had to bite back a laugh.

“I don’t care. Daddy cooties are okay,”

“Yeah daddy cooties are fine. It’s those other boy cooties you need to watch out for,” you smiled, brushing some loose blonde hairs from her forehead.

“Hey, so since you and mommy got to draw, how about we all go see Christmas lights tonight after dinner,”

“Can we?” The four year old suddenly became extremely hard to hold from her bouncing at the prospects of Christmas lights.

“Only if you finish all of your dinner,”

“Veggie too?” Your daughter asked and you nodded.

“Yeap, veggies have to be in your tummy before we go,” you told her, tickling her tummy.

“You and mommy clean up while I make dinner, how’s that?” Armin asked and your daughter nodded before grabbing her colored pencils and putting them back in the box.

“Hey Angel, did you ever think when we met that our lives would be like this?” Armin asked, his crystal eyes on his mini me.

“No, but I love every second of it,” you smiled softly at the man you got to call your husband for the rest of your lives.

“Good, because you’re stuck with me,” Armin teased and pressed another kiss to your lips. It was one of those kisses that, while you were a great mother and never forgot about your kid, made you forget the world around you existed. It was as if time stopped in that moment. The only thing that mattered to you was Armin’s lips against yours and strong hands holding you.

“Good. Wouldn’t want it any other way,” you smiled and Armin pulled you in for another kiss.

“Mommy… Daddy… Can you stop kissing so we can go see lights faster?” Your daughter asked innocently, getting a laugh from you both.

#aot #attack on titan #snk #armin arlert #snk armin #armin aot #aot fluff #for my moots #christmas

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arwamachine · 1 year

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ArwaMachine 2022 Fanfic

I wrote/posted what felt like a metric fuckton (scientific verbiage) of fic this year, just in terms of word count. Here be the dragons:

Indefinite Lines

I might be cheating here, because I wrote this in 2020-21 and started posting it at the end of 2021, but the vast majority of this fic posted in 2022. This fic is essentially my Season 5 that manages to fix everything while still being canon compliant and introduces everyone to BAMF!Rosie, who is the best person ever.

It also came with Bonus Material!

Hypotheticals

A sweet, fluffy little fic I wrote for Silvergirl's birthday collection ❤️ Insecure!Sherlock + Patient/Loving!John...a wonderful combination!

Matchmaking for Solitary Animals

FTH fic #1. John is determined to find Sherlock a boyfriend. This plan is a terrible plan.

Monsters in the Woods

FTH fic #2. A 80s slasher fic/summer camp AU that I love SO MUCH.

Welcome Distractions

Phone sex. Then actual sex. Need I say more?

#everyone ignore the fact that it is nearly March and I am JUST NOW doing my last-year fic roundup #I'm slow okay?#fanfiction #sherlock fanfiction #johnlock fanfiction

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topsyturvy-turtely · 1 year

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OTP challenge - day 15

here it is! part 2/2! (because i simply suck at keeping myself short) -> link to part 1

[link to day 14]

TW: detailed description of needles and stitches. knife wound.

15: teaching each other how to do something

(pt. 2/2)

[Last sentence from part 1: But soon this something, that danced in the room to the tone they had played together, was interrupted by the thunder of upstairs-running kid's feet.]

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That was last week. Tonight John had invited Sherlock over for dinner with him. Rosie had a movies night with her aunt Harry. (John seriously wasn't sure who whorshipped whom more. These two were soulmates, no joking.)

The doctor was determined to make Sherlock a nice proper meal. He didn't cook often, but he ought to get better at it, he can't keep ordering takeout with a kid at home. What if Rosie will never eat anything homemade?! That could end up into an embarrassing situation at a friend's house...

Lost in his thoughts he prepared his 'easy but fancy meal' (no, he hasn't googled this). He had ended up with Lasagna. The bechamél sauce was the difficult part about it, but he was confident it would work out. He heard the bell ring and - wiping his hands on the ridiculous apron Harry got him (it says 'BAMF' in pink, purple and blue colors on it. According to her that means 'bad ass motherfucker', which he thought was absurd, but, well, he didn't wanna get his shirt dirty) - he went to open the door for a very early Sherlock. Who has apparently just been in a massive fight.

"Bloody hell, Sherlock! What happened to you?"

"Idiot brought a knife to a gun fight. Still managed to cut me however, that imbecile."

"They cut you? How deep? Where? Let me see.", John Watson was in immediate doctor mode.

"Not that deep.", Sherlock said waving his hnd dismissively.

"Oh no! We are not doing this! Go sit down somewhere, I'll get my doctor's kit.", John commanded and went into the bathroom to wash his hands and get the kit.

When he came back, Sherlock was sitting on the couch, no coat and jacket on, limps spread out around him, right hand to his side, the blood running through his fingers.

"Jesus. Sherlock.", John was frozen for a second, anxiously staring at his friend, regretting he couldn't protect him anymore whenever he decided to run after a serial killer.

Then the feeling faded and with his usual professional tone he told Sherlock to take his shirt off. The great idiot detective sighed but obeyed. Meanwhile John put on surgical gloves and poured disinfectant onto a cotton ball. When he looked up and stared at his friend's freed stomach he gulped. Not because he hasn't seen worse, but because it was Sherlock who was the injured. What if he wouldn't get away so easily next time? John wasn't sure how he would take another one of Sherlock's funerals. A real one this time. Internally John shook himself and focused on his task.

"I'm gonna clean the wound and see if it needs stitches now.", John told his patient. When he started disinfecting, he heard Sherlock take in a sharp breath. That, and a few seconds of cleaning, made him realize, "Sorry, mate, but the wound is deep enough for sutures. I'm gonna call an amb-"

"No!", Sherlock immediately protested and his face was a mask of pain. "It's you or nothing at all."

John stared at him, he had done that often before, back in the days, but how could Sherlock still insist on John stitching him up? With a resigned sigh, because he knew there was no reason in arguing, he took off his gloves. "Alright, I'll get you some ice. It will help with the pain and the swelling."

When he came back, he sat back down and put on a fresh pair of gloves. "Listen. I hate you getting injured, and I am honored you let me have you stitch up but you will have to learn to do this yourself. I am not available 24/7 and I can't risk you passing out while having a fever dream from the blood loss, simply because you refuse to seek medical attention like a child. So you gonna watch, listen, hell- observe while I am doing this. You got me?"

Sherlock had a neutral facial expression, but stared deep into John's eyes. "Yes, sir."

"You already know who is in charge here, that's a good start.", John smirked. Then their eyes met and just how it always has been, there was a connection between the two men which took actual willpower to break. When they did, John started explaining, "Step one: sanitize and examine the wound. Deeper than half an inch? Sutures are needed.

"Step two: if the wound is swollen, ice it.", John nodded at the ice on Sherlock's stomach, while he disinfected the needle and thread.

"This will provide a numbness as well. Helpful, when there's no local anasthetics available."

"Step three, actually- step zero: wash hands, and wear gloves to prevent infection. Always wash your hands and wear gloves, hear me?", John fixed his gaze on Sherlock. The detective was determined to show no pain but he couldn't fool John. A simple nod satisfied John.

"Good. Step three: Disinfect needle and thread and the rest of the equipment. I use a needle holder, to ensure no infections will occur. Holding it with your hand may easily cause them." John was glad Sherlock had his voice to focus on. That he had given that genius brain something to fixate on, to save into a room or a file or whatever in his mind palace with every little detail. Because the stitches - even with the ice - are gonna add another pain level.

"Step four: with your forceps" - John grabbed them - "check the skin and determine what needs to be done.", John did as he was explaining, wishing he had a mask to further protect Sherlock from a possible infection.

"Step five: punctuate the skin and make sure the needle penetrates the skin up to 0.5cm, exit on the other side of the wound. The needle needs to be held perpendicular to the skin and you rotate your hands clockwise.", when the needle sank into Sherlock's skin, his patient groaned in pain. "For this you'll need to release the needle holder by pulling it right with your ring finger-", John did as he was explainig. "-and pushing it left with your thumb.

"Step six: hold the needle holder and pull the thread. Leave 3-5cm on the side of the wound. Step seven: hold the thread with your right - in your case left - hand and wrap it around the tip of the needle holder. Catch hold of the thread on the left of the wound using the needle holder. Make the wrapped thread pass out of the needle holder and tie it around the loose thread and then cut the excess thread.", John was glad Sherlock was a genius because when he had first learned this, he still had had a million questions.

Satisfied John looked at his work. "This was it - you had made a secure knot. Now, step eight: repeat this process by moving up the wound about 0.6cm to perform the next suture."

Sherlock was making pained noises while John performed step eight. "Do you think you can focus on my hands and describe what I am doing? Might be a good distraction.", the doctor suggested.

Sherlock gritted his teeth, nodded and did as he was told. Indeed, his pained sounds decreased and his observation-mode was turned on.

After a while John said, "There. Sutures are done. Now the final step is putting a sterilized pad and bandage on. Here, sit up."

Sherlock did and John wrapped the bandage around Sherlocks rib cage; tight but not too tight. His breath gave Sherlock's skin, that had broken out into a sweat during the suturing process, goosebumps. John followed them up... over side, arm, chest, nipple. John licked his lips. Then he cleared his throat and stood up. "I'll look for a shirt that will fit you. You hardly can wear that one over there." John pointed at the ripped and blood covered dressing shirt on the ground.

"Your clothing choice is a rather interesting one, too.", Sherlock countered, a hint of a raised eyebrow visible on his carefully controlled face.

For a second John was confused, but when he looked down at himself he remembered his 'BAMF' apron... John's eyes widened.

"Fucking hell!", he swore. John ran into a kitchen and already saw smoke coming through the oven. "THE LASAGNA!"

A bunch of further curses escaped John's mouth while he took the burnt piece of pasta out. Sherlock followed him into the kitchen. He leaned on the door frame crossing his arms over his bare chest. "Apparently bisexual Badass Motherfuckers can't cook.", he stated.

Waving around with a kitchen towel and opening a window to get rid of the smoke, John was busy with other things. But when Sherlock's words sank in he slowly turned around. "I'm sorry- what?", he asked incredulously.

Sherlock nodded at John's garment. "Your apron. It's in the bisexual pride colors."

With oven mittens on, palms up, John stared down at his apron. "Oh. Oh, Harry that absolute-"

"-genius lesbian with her evidently accurate observations regarding sexuality?", Sherlock finished, pushing himself off the wall. He slowly walked over to John.

"Hold on one second! How many times did i say I am not-"

"-Gay? No, but bisexual you are, my dear Watson.", with that Shelock stood in front of him, his upper body only wearing a bandage John had put on him only a moment ago.

The blogger shook his hands in denial. "I- I am not..."

But he didn't get further because Sherlock pressed his lips against his and John forgot what he wanted to say. Soft, cupid bowed lips, rested against chapped, thin lips. Until John pulled back and stared at a rather precarious Sherlock. And without another thought he ripped his oven mittens off and clasped his hands around this face, this familiar beautiful face and kissed Sherlock again. He was moving on pure instinct, none of this was his brain's doing, it was all his body's. It knew what it had wanted for years and now wouldn't let the opportunity slip. They kissed and gasped and pulled and moaned. Until Sherlock hissed in pain, because John had eagerly pulled him close and it hurt his freshly sutured wound.

John loosened his grip and they let air drift between their bodies again. "I- you-", John tried.

"Harry and I might have a point?", Sherlock said with cocky grin.

John sighed, laughed, and let his forehead drop into his hand. "Yeah. I suppose you might."

They caught their eyes and then started giggling, like they did after their first case.

Sherlock's gaze fell on the burnt lasagna behind John. "Takeout?"

"Starving", John replied with a soft but genuine smile on his face.

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this time i have to thank my lovely friend (lol are we even friends?!) @safedistancefrombeingsmart for 1. telling me that John can't cook and should teach Sherlock how to make proper stitches instead. And 2. for her genius photoshopoed bi-colored BAMF sweatshirt. This oneshot would have been a lot less fun without you. Thank you, smartin'! ;)

this part required a lot of research (as i am an absolute no-hoper at anything medical). i must admit i partly directly quoted from the site. check it out if you're interested!

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amyreadsandstresses · 11 months

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AMY'S ONCE IN A CENTURY FIC RECS

Because "daily" couldn't be more of a lie at this point

I stopped for a while bc I've mostly been reading Criminal Minds fics latetly, but it's been so long I figured I might as well drop some stuff here

BBC SHERLOCK:

*How Long? - camerasparring

23k, 6/6, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Past Sherlock Holmes/Sebastian Wilkes, SO GOOD OMG, Separation

Not long after meeting John, Sherlock receives an email from an old acquaintance. Unfortunately, Sherlock has neglected to tell anyone he was once married.

*Winter to Spring - standbygo

19k, 10/10, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Rosie Watson, ANGST, Parenthood, Post Nuclear War, Mycroft Holmes, Happy Ending

Sherlock is babysitting Rosie when the ultimate disaster strikes London. There will be fear, there will be danger, there will be despair - but in the end, there will be love.

CRIMINAL MINDS:

*Fuck the Feds - orphan_account

6k, 9/9, Gen, Punk Spencer, 5+1

The other's start to realise their view of Spencer is far from what he really is. They put him the box of 'geeky virgin' and this is how they realise how wrong they were.

basically 5 +1 things of the team getting clues that reid isn't as straight forward as they thought he was

*dry me off and hold me close - spencers-renaissance (tomlinsoul)

5k, 1/1, Derek Morgan/Spencer Reid, Disabled Spencer Reid, Implied/Referenced Ableism, Team as a Family, Fluff

Derek has finally relented and is bringing his boyfriend Spencer to meet the rest of the team. That means, though, he has to finally tell them about his boyfriend's disability. Terrified that they'll react badly, he puts it off until he can't anymore. Turns out he was worried for nothing.

*I Can't Recall The Last Time I Was Kissed - TheNameIsBritney

17k, 1/1, Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Hospitals, Slow Burn

After Reid is shot on a date, the team have to rush to find the person who did this to him and bring them to justice. However, Reid isn't being entirely forthcoming about all of the details, leaving Morgan to wonder just what it is Reid is hiding from them.

*Wrong Life - EllisLuie

71k, 22/22, Spencer Reid & David Rossi, Canon Divergance, Morgan & Reid Bromance, UFFF SO GOOD

David Rossi's son was kidnapped when he was four, and two years later David and Carolyn were led to believe that he was murdered. However, years later, the BAU team gets a case that sheds some light on Rossi's son - and tells him that maybe James is closer than he thought.

*Little Miracles - KatinaMoon

14k, 10/10, JJ & Spencer Reid Iconic Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, BAMF Spencer Reid, BAMF JJ, Autistic Spencer Reid

When a case goes drastically wrong, Reid is forced to put his brain to good use; helping JJ deliver her baby while FBI headquarters burns around them.

*See me, hear me, love me. - seeds

*can you see where the wind is? - renbuckleydiaz

4k, 1/1, JJ & Spencer Reid, Hurt/Comfort, Worried BAU, Snow Storm

No matter how hard he cried or how much he begged, she didn't wake up. Grunting with the strain it took, Spencer bent slightly to slide one arm under her knees, and he hoisted her up into his arms, the limbs already beginning to ache. But he stubbornly held on, and after taking a few stumbling steps, he continued on.

"Please, JJ. . ."

*The Saw You Say It Verse - orphan_account

9k, 8 works, Spencer Reid/Derek Morgan, Deaf Spencer Reid, Ableism, BAU as Family, ASL

WORK 1: "I mean it." Spencer signed. "You interpret for me the whole time or not at all, don't leave me out half way through the conversation. I try to keep up - you have to meet me half way."

Hotch and Morgan lose Spencer in translation at the scene of a crime and unintentionally push him out. Spencer doesn't let it lie when they get back to their temporary base...

#amy's fic rec #bbc sherlock #johnlock #sherlock fic rec #criminal minds #spencer reid #moreid #criminal minds fic rec

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mercurygray · 2 months

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thinkin' about them (Molly and Rosie being academic bamfs.)

(...made the mistake of telling another friend about this last night.) (...sorry, Tab.)

#molly mahoney #she can still write her memoirs!!

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littleladybaker · 7 months

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Spider Sitters

Part of the Spiderman AU I've been working on. The Peters have crafted new identities with Otto and Rosie Octavius and now Peter 3 (AKA Andy Octavius) has agreed to babysit for his theater professor. With his brothers to help, how hard can it be to keep an eye on one blue baby?

LLB

Rosie tugged down the front of her sweater as she looked at herself in the mirror. Otto came up behind her, arms winding around her rounding belly.

"Ready, Dearest?" He asked.

"Whenever you are," She kissed his cheek as he let her go.

She grabbed her bag and leaned into the living room on their way to the door.

"Alright, boys. We..."

They both staired at their sons.

"Boys. Whose baby is that?" Otto asked.

Tom bounced the blue baby, "How can you not tell he's Herr Wagner's?"

Andy rolled his eyes and smiled at them, "It's he and his wife's anniversary so I offered to watch Sebastian while they go out tonight."

Otto and Rosie exchanged a look.

"It's fine," Tobey stepped forward, "We can handle him. You guys enjoy the play."

"Yeah," Andy continued, "Seb may look just like his papa but he and Frau Wagner said he hasn't shown signs of any other powers yet. He's just a baby who happens to be blue."

"There's three of us and one of him. We can handle it."

Rosie sighed and nodded, "Alright. But you three call us if you need anything. Alright?"

"Yes, Ma."

Otto nodded and put his hand on the small of Rosie's back. They put on their shoes, into the garage, and in the car. Otto pulled out of the driveway and made their way back to the city.

"Any money that baby will be teleporting before his parents come to pick him up?" Rosie offered.

"Nah," Otto shook his head, "He may look like Kurt but I bet he'll fly like his mother."

"Five dollars?"

"Ten. And I'll buy you that fancy ice cream you've been craving."

"You were going to do that anyway."

LLB

Now left alone with the baby, the three spidermen could only stair at him. Sebastian blinked up at them with large gold eyes.

"Why is he so dang cute?" Andy whispered, "Do you think our sister will be this cute?"

"At least this cute," Tom nodded, "Have you seen her parents?"

Sebastian stretched and yawned before pulling his tail into his mouth. They cooed again.

Tobey smiled and rolled his eyes, "Did Herr and Frau Wagner leave any instructions? A schedule or anything?"

"Nope!" Andy popped the 'p', "Just the diaper bag, the assurance that he can't port or fly yet, and the promise to pick him up by 9:00."

He nodded and looked up at the clock, "I'm going to make dinner then. Why don't you two feed him before we eat."

"I got it," Andy stood and went over to the diaper bag.

*Bamf!*

Both brothers froze and turned back slowly.

"Tom. Please tell me that wasn't what I think it was."

Tom shook his head, "Baby's gone."

They were silent for a moment, just starring at where Sebastain had been. Then, all three started running.

"He can't have gotten far! He's not that big!" Tobey ran into the dining room.

"Andy! You said he couldn't 'port!" Tom flung open the bathroom door.

"His parents said he couldn't!" Andy shouted down the stairs.

"Wait! Guys! Be quiet!" Tom stumbled back into the hall, "Do you hear that?"

The three brothers stopped in the hall to listen. Delighted giggles drifted through the house.

"The garage!"

They scrambled for the door. Tobey flung it open and they were faced with Sebastian giggling, sitting in the middle of the garage. They all sighed.

"I got him," Tobey stepped forward.

*Bamf!*

"...I don't got him..."

They scrabbled back into the house and split up to better listen for the baby's giggles. The giggling came from deeper in the house.

"Shit!" Tom turned, "Is he in the nursery?"

He dashed down the hall and wrenched open the nursery door. Sebastian lay on his belly on the fuzzy yellow duckling rug in the center of the room.

"I got 'im!" He aimed his web shooters.

"Use your hands!" Andy shoved him from behind, "Rosie will kill us if we get webs all over the nursery."

Tom stumbled and fell, barely managed to grab Sebastian. "I got him."

Sebastian continued to giggle and stuffed his fist into his mouth.

"Oh, you are so da-dang lucky you're cute," He stumbled back to his feet, "You don't think he can take passengers, do you?"

"No idea," Andy shrugged and closed the door behind them, "Herr Wagner wasn't taking passengers until he was in the double digits. "

Tom sighed and followed his brothers back into the living room. Andy picked the diaper bag back up and rummage through it for the baby food. Tobey went back to the kitchen to make dinner.

"Alright, Seb. Let's see what Mama and Papa packed you to eat."

Sebastian burbled and wiggled in Tom’s arms. For a moment, the house was mercifully quiet. Sebastian happily flicked his tail while Andy carefully fed him.

“How the heck do his parents keep his fur so clean? It’s like he wants to get food everywhere.”

“Can you imagine how bad diaper changes must be?" Tom wrinkled his nose.

"Don't even joke about that!" A look of horror washed over Andy's face, "I'm kinda just hopping he doesn't poop while we have him."

Tobey chuckled and turned the heat down on the stove. A flash of gold made him stop.

"Guys? What was that?"

"Baby can fly."

He turned slowly to that Sebastian had sprouted fiery wings, just like his mother's. Tom held him at arm's length, doing his best to not touch the wings. Andy leaned back, further terrified.

"Tommy. Do not let go of that baby," He squeeked.

"No kidding!"

Sebastian babbled, tail lashing back and forth. Hesitantly, Tobey went back to cooking. Tom slowly brought Sebastian to his chest and smiled.

"Hey! His wings don't actually burn." He smiled at Andy, "They're just kind of warm."

Tobey watched as his brothers played with Sebastian, feeling his new wings and tickling his feet. Then Andy stood with the dirty spoon and empty jar of pumpkin pure and made his way over to the kitchen.

"I guess his parents weren't kidding about him being an easy baby." He said, "He didn't even fight eating."

"Um. Andy?" Tom turned hesitantly, "I think he's wet."

Sebastian's face scrunched up as he began to whimper.

"Oh no."

"WAHHHH!!!!"

Andy dropped the spoon and jar in the sink and dashed over to the diaper bag again.

"I got it! I got it!"

"Well, hurry up!" Tom shouted as one of Sebastian's wings slapped him in the face.

"Just lay him down!" Andy ordered, pulling out a clean diaper and the packet of wet wipes.

They lay the baby on the rug and hurried to get his overalls off. The little outfit no longer felt cute as they struggled to get it off just so they could access his dirty diaper. As soon as the wet diaper was off, Sebastian calmed and hiccupped. His tail twitched again.

"See? That wasn't so bad. Was it, Bud?" Andy smiled as he worked.

*Bamf!*

Tobey sighed, "Guys? Did you let go of the baby?"

"Yeah..." Tom admited.

"Is there a naked, flying baby teleporting around the house?"

"Yeah..." Andy continued to stare at the place Sebastian had been only seconds before.

LLB

Otto held the door for Rosie as they returned to the house at 8:45. She giggled at the sight of the boys. All three Peters were asleep, scattered around the living room. Three empty bowls, stained with alfredo sauce sat on the coffee table. The contents of the diaper bag were spilled over the rug. Andy held Sebastian securely to his chest as he slept in front of table.

"Well, it looks like the boys had fun," Otto whispered.

*Bamf!*

"How did it go?" Kurt asked before stumbling to a stop, "Oh."

"Mhm," Rosie nodded, "I don't know who tired who out but that is a lot of sleeping boys in our living room."

Kurt grinned and pulled out his phone. He took a picture of the chaos before pocketing the phone and stooping to repack the diaper bag.

"I'll get us out of your hair in just a moment, Doctor und Professor Octavius." He slipped the money in Andy's hand, "Just let me pack up Seb's mess."

"It's no problem, Kurt."

Kurt smiled and carefully eased his son from Andy's arms and rest him gently against his shoulder, "I just hope he wasn't too much trouble for them."

"I don't think he was," Otto shook his head, "We'll ask them when they wake up."

Kurt nodded again and *Bamf!* he was gone.

"I heard the bamf!" Andy shot up, "Where'd he go this time!?"

"He's gone again!?"

Tom and Tobey sat up, looks of horror painted over their faces.

"Again?" Otto lift an eyebrow.

"Oh, yeah," Tom looked over the back of the sofa, "Baby can teleport."

"Kurt already came and took him boys," Rosie explained, holding out her hand to Otto, "Pay up."

"Well, that certainly explains the mess," Otto pulled out his wallet.

"Oh!" Andy rolled back over, "And he started flying after he ate. The next thing we knew we had a flying, teleporting, naked baby traveling around the house and no one, not even him, could control it!"

Rosie lowered her hand and Otto put his wallet away.

"Do you think we should tell him?" He asked.

"Absolutely not." Tobey shot to his feet, "No. We had to go through this chaos with no warning than so do they."

"Well, at least we know you'll be able to handle watching this one." Rosie smiled, pointing at her belly.

All three spidermen groaned and flopped back down on the sofa.

#Spiderman #X-Men #Doc Ock #Otto/Rosie #Peter 1 #Peter 2 #Peter 3 #Kurt Wagner #Sebastian Wagner (OC Kurt's son)#Otto Octavius #Rosie Octavius #Fanfic #Spiderman AU

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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Five Fics Friday: March 29/24

Happy Friday Everyone, and Happy Easter Long Weekend! Here are some great fics to get you through the weekend!! And please be sure to give the boosted fic some extra love! Enjoy!

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Pocketful of sunshine by good_vibes_mostly (G, 2,618 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Kissing, Developing Relationship, One Shot, POV Sherlock, Five and One, Hand Holding, Sherlock and Kids) – 5+1 times John used Sherlock's pockets.

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A Minor Exorcism by sgam76 (G, 2,319+ w., 1/? Ch. || Post-S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Implied / Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Homophobia, PTSD Sherlock) â€“ They're a real family, these days. Rosie's growing, and Sherlock and John are settling into the people they want to be, a little at a time. But an unexpected, violent incident uncovers some remaining unresolved issues that threaten their peace. Part 15 ofÂ Scheherezade 'vers Series

The Rescuing by BakerTumblings (M, 5,296+ w., 2/12 Ch. || WiP || Canon Compliant Until S3, Medical Realism, Military Background, Peril, Medical Trauma, Rescue Missions, Trauma Recovery, BAMF Mycroft, BAMF John, Healing, Hurt/Comfort, Sherlock Whump) â€“ Captain Watson to the rescue! Series compliant until beginning of Season 3 - then all bets are off. Sherlock, off in Serbia, has been captured and severely injured. Mycroft recruits John to aid with freeing him and then overseeing his recovery. The story begins in London but will explode in Serbia, slide into a European hospital and then tiptoe through a safe-house before returning to Baker Street.

Nightjet by khorazir (M, 22,051 w., 2 Ch. || Post-TRF Hiatus, Grief/Mourning, Pining, Friends to Lovers, Past Drug Use, Night Train, Germany, Bed Sharing, First Kiss / Time, Angst, Reunion) â€“ Officially deceased for eighteen months and still looking for the last remainders of Moriartyâ€™s criminal empire, an exhausted Sherlock boards a night train in Germany to bring him to his next hunting ground. Due to a mishap with the sleeper cars, he is forced to share a compartment with a stranger â€“ who turns out to be not quite as strange as Sherlock thought. The universe isnâ€™t lazy, after all ...

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The Green Means I Love You by VeggieHarumaki (T, 3,576 w. 1 Ch. || LOKI SERIES || Soul Mates AU || Colourblindness, Pining, Caring Mobius, First Kiss, Pining Mobius, POV Mobius, Forehead Touching, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. It's the first color Mobius sees. His world fills with new colors, sensory levels overwhelmed as his gaze scatters across the courtroom. Browns, yellows, colors he'd only heard of before he finally sees with his own eyes. But the green. The cold, emerald green. L1130 stares back at Mobius, eyes full of suspicion, and Mobius can't help but let his breath hitch. Oh no. Mobius' heart sinks as fast as it had risen. This variant, L1130, Loki, is his soulmate. But Mobius had read Loki's files one too many times to forget. Mobius is not Loki's.

#johnlock fic recs #lokius fic recs #my fic recs #five fics friday

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