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inevitably-johnlocked · 3 years

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Hi Steph!! I was wondering if you knew of any really long fics (like 25k or more) that are only one chapter, I travel a lot sometimes and some places don't really have good enough internet for multi chapter fics. So yeah, any really long one chapter fics about John and Sherlock would be appreciated. Thank you!

Hey Nonny!!

LOL OKAY FUNNY STORY. I almost replied to this with “oof I’ll have to read EVERYTHING so I’m sorry.... and then... I remembered.......

I put chapter counts on everything 🙃😐

I’m not the brightest crayon in the box. 🖍

Anyway, so yes, I can definitely rec you some fics! BUT I should also offer you two suggestions you can totally do to read ANY fic!

On Ao3, you can click on the “Entire Work” button to load ALL chapters of a fic (it’s the very first button along the top) and in turn you can then just read it all there!

And the very last button along the top, you can Download copies of the fic to your phone or computer with eBook file types (AZw3 for Kindle, ePub for iPhone’s Books app, and MOBI is for other mobile devices and e-readers), the HTML if you want to read it as-is in a web-browser, or the PDF format which is a universal file format that is supported by everything, even web browsers, so it’s a good one to download if you don’t know what format you need :) If you read on an eReader, though, I can’t recommend enough just downloading the format for your device. You get to keep a copy of the fic AND the eReader keeps it nicely formatted. It’s a BRILLIANT, BEAUTIFUL feature that Ao3 gave us, because I like downloading all my fics and read them later in iBooks. Once you start that, Nonny, you can’t do it any other way. AND at the VERY END of the fics, it links BACK to the original post so you can bookmark, kudos, and comment on it!! <3

So yeah, two options you can do to solve your poopy internet and still read long fics hee hee! <3

ANYWAY EXCUSE FOR A NEW LIST LOL.

ALSO, side note, check out @silentauroriamthereal; a large chunk of her fics are both long AND one chapter, so it’s a good place to go and she’s a brilliant author so I don’t think you’ll be disappointed! <3 Plus a lot of her fics are on this list, so I am sorry hahah.

AND I wanted to make the list a bit longer than I had, so I picked fics over 20K, if that’s alright :) As always, if you wrote a 20k+ single chapter fic, let us know!

SINGLE CHAPTER FICS OVER 20K WORDS

A Life Well-Lived by Kate_Lear (E, 20,121 w., 1 Ch. || Original Male Character, Sherlock Woos John, Jealous Sherlock, Reluctant Bi-John, Past Abuse, Insecure John, Reassuring / Caring Sherlock, Protective Sherlock, Understanding Sherlock) – John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective possessive rage.

The White Lotuses by SilentAuror (E, 20,340 w., 1 Ch. || Slow Burn, Domestic, Romance) – One day John realises that he just isn't where he belongs, which is back at Baker Street with Sherlock. So he goes back and Sherlock, in his own way, courts him. Romance.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

You're On the Air by prettysailorsoldier (M, 20,616 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock, Matchmaking, Radio, Christmas, Christmas Fluff, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Flirting, Bisexual John) – The Consulting Detective and The Woman dominate the airwaves of their university radio station, doling out advice on everything from meeting the parents to sexual positions. When their ratings start to dip before the holidays, however, manager Mike thinks it's time for some fresh blood, and who better to fill in the gaps than rugby captain--and notorious flirt--John Watson? Part 1 of 25 Days of Johnlock

whiskies neat by Ellipsical (E, 20,660 w., 15 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, POV Second Person Sherlock, Slow Burn, One Night Stand, Rimming, Blow Jobs, Anal, Soldier John, Crying, Emotional Lovemaking, Switchlock) – Home and hearth and whiskies neat, or, alternatively, Sherlock Holmes falls in love.

Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh (E, 20,776 w., 1 Ch. || Est. Rel, PTSD, Codependency, Fluff & Angst, H/C, Smut, Demisexual Sherlock, Experiments) – John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”

Winter's Delights by Kate_Lear (E, 21,173 w., 1 Ch. || Holmes Family, Christmas, Fake Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Bed Sharing, Domestics) – Sherlock takes John home for Christmas to meet the extended Holmes family. Part 1 of Winter's Delights

Love Is by SilentAuror (E, 21,508 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, UST / URT, Post HLV, Romance) – At Mrs Hudson’s urging, Sherlock finally decides to tell John how he feels about him. Part 1 of Love Is

echoes through time by chellefic (E, 21,619 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Romance, ACD & BBC, Epistolary) – Mummy sends a trunk from the Holmes cottage in Sussex to 221B. Its contents alter the way John and Sherlock see themselves and one another.

Ghost Stories by SwissMiss (M, 22,256 w., 1 Ch. || Pining, Holmes Family, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, First Time) – Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something.

Sonatina in G Minor by SilentAuror (E, 22,574 w., 1 Ch. || Case Fic, POV Sherlock, Angst, UST, Sherlock’s Violin, Post-S3, Romance) – John has come back to Baker Street, but Sherlock doesn't understand the strange tension between them, even after he begins teaching John to play the violin at John's request.

The Kepler Problem by kinklock (E, 24,270 w., 1 Ch. || Sci-Fi AU, Alien Sherlock, Space Repairman John, Alien Biology, Horny John) – Working in uncharted space exploration was not as exciting as John had hoped, especially when it turned out to be mostly bot maintenance on uninhabited planets. However, the mystery of the repeated, unexplained malfunctions on planet BAK 2212 might turn out to be exactly the kind of adventure he'd been craving.

26 Pieces by Lanning (E, 28,236 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Torture, First Time, Happy Ending, Schmoop, Past Abuse) – Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

The Wisteria Tree by SilentAuror (E, 29,773 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S3, Emotional Love Making, Amnesia/Memory Loss, Sherlock Loves John So Much, Sherlock POV, Romance, Angst with Happy Ending, First Times, Hurt/Comfort, Est. Rel., Retirement) – Sherlock wakes up from a month-long coma only to discover that he has no memory of the previous six years to his own shock as well as John's...

Shallow Grave by SilentAuror (E, 31,672 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Angst, HLV Fix It, Infidelity, Pining Sherlock, First Person POV Sherlock) – Starts as Sherlock's plane is taking off at the end of His Last Vow. When he finds out that Moriarty is alive and that he's being recalled from his mission, Sherlock decides that he should have told John how he felt before he left. So he walks off the plane and kisses him.

The Midas Touch by flawedamythyst (E, 32,231 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Magical Realism || John has a Magical Cock, Dub Con, Healer John) – John Watson has a medical condition that means everyone he sleeps with is instantly healed of all illness and injury. This causes complications when Sherlock breaks his arm, and even more complications when Sherlock falls in love with him. Yes, this is a story where John has a literal magic healing cock. It's a lot less cracky than you're probably imagining. Warning: Contains complex issues of sexual consent, although not between Sherlock and John.

The Whore of Babylon Was a Perfectly Nice Girl by out_there (E, 32,897 w., 1 Ch. || Past Drug Use, Blowjobs, Toplock, Mentions of Switching, Rough Sex, Background Cases, Sherlock’s Past, Sherlock’s Sexual History, Experienced Sherlock, Past One Night Stands, Fingering, Cuddling, Possessive Sherlock, Paris Holiday, Bed Sharing, Naked Lie-Ins, Bathing Together, Confessions, Worried Sherlock, Laying in Bed All Day, Meddling Mycroft, Naked Lazy Day) – Sherlock walks into a room and takes all the space right out of it. He does the same inside John's head.

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

Bedtime Stories by Liketheriver (M, 34,388 w., 1 Ch. || Emotional H/C, Romance, Angst & Humour, Bed Sharing, John First Person, TRF, John Whump) – John's POV during Season 2 and beyond when Sherlock takes up semi-permanent residence in his bed. A collection of codas and missing scenes wrapped up into one long fic and topped with a bow that takes the story beyond Reichenbach and into happy territory once more. Part 1 of Bedtime Universe

The Yellow Poppies by SilentAuror (E, 34,952 w., 1 Ch. || H/C, Nightmares, HLV Fix-It, PTSD, Trauma, POV Sherlock, Doctor John) – Sherlock is threatened and assaulted in the hospital immediately after having been shot in the heart, first by Mary, then by Magnussen. As he recovers at Baker Street with John and plans the attack on Appledore with Mycroft, he fights to work through the trauma caused by these two visits. Set during His Last Vow.

The Unfinished Letters by SilentAuror (E, 37,391 w., 1 Ch. || Post S3 / S3 / HLV Fix it, Angst with Happy Ending, Romance, Infidelity, Depression, Case Fic, POV Third Person Sherlock, Love Confessions, Pining Sherlock, Letters) – A fire at Baker Street leads John to read something he was never intended to see: a notebook of half-written, unfinished letters Sherlock wrote during his time away...

Set in Stone by SilentAuror (E, 39,309 w., 1 Ch. || Romance, Wedding, Therapy, Fluff and Angst) – Sherlock and John are back from Ravine Valley and planning their wedding. However, as they move past the trial of the human traffickers, Sherlock can't help but wonder if he's imagining that John is becoming a little distant. Surely he isn't getting cold feet about the wedding... Part 2 of The Ravine Valley series

Act IV by SilentAuror (E, 39,707 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV Sherlock, HLV Fix-It, Infidelity, Angst, Drama) – After Sherlock is shot, John moves back into Baker Street. They spend the autumn together as John tries to make sense of his life and make some important decisions about both Mary and Sherlock. Canon-compliant, excerpts from His Last Vow.

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

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totentanz · 6 years

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As I Am Bahamut, You Are Iskander: Interlude

This is a continuation of my Imperial!Prompto arranged marriage fic, which can be found here. I wasn’t really expecting to have any Prompto POV in this fic, but here we are.

Prompto was in Skadi’s stall when Aranea found him. He’d never been the sort of rider to just hand his mount over to the grooms as soon he jumped off of her back - he liked taking the time brush his bird’s cream-colored feathers until they were silky smooth, clean the dirt from her claws, and polish her beak until it shone. The rhythm of the work was soothing to him. Something about Skadi’s sweet, faintly musty scent, the way she crooned softly and turned to nuzzle at his hair, and the gentle rhythm of her heartbeat beneath his palms never failed to set his mind at ease; and right now, he was in desperate need of peace.

Noctis Lucis Caelum. All throughout Prompto’s childhood, Lucis had been an ominous, unstoppable force that spread through Niflheim like a cancer, eating away at its strength and lands until the throne itself finally collapsed. Lucis was the reason his father had grown thinner, his hair grayer, and his eyes more haunted every Prompto saw him. Lucis had destroyed his family, and now Prompto had been given to its king as the spoils of war.

He closed his eyes and pressed his face against the warm feathers covering Skadi’s neck. Noctis’ stern, handsome face floated behind his eyelids. He could still feel the ghost of the king’s lips on the back of his hand, a shivery sensation that made his stomach tighten. He wasn’t entirely sure if it was repulsion or anticipation.

“Prompto.”

Prompto opened his eyes. Aranea was standing in the aisle outside of Skadi’s stall. The chocobo kweh-ed softly at her and eyed her silver hair with obvious interest.

Prompto managed to summon up a smile. “He’s gone?”

“He’s gone.” Aranea flicked a stray wisp of hair away from her eyes and made a face at Skadi. “What did he say to you?”

Prompto shrugged. “Platitudes about how he wants to make me happy.” He rubbed at his hand. “Nothing that really matters.”

“And what did you think of him?”

“Does it matter?” Prompto turned back to Skadi and ran his fingers mindlessly through her feathers. His beautiful, faithful bird. “It doesn’t seem to.”

“Self-pity doesn’t suit you.” Aranea slid the stall door open. “Come with me.”

Prompto gave Skadi one last pat and stepped reluctantly out of her stall. “Where are we going?”

“You’ll see.”

Days were short in Niflheim during the winter months, and when they emerged from the stables the shadows were already starting to lengthen. But Aranea didn’t take the path leading back up the hill toward the manor house. Instead, she set off on the path that wandered past the outdoor chocobo pen and into the woods Prompto had been riding in earlier.

“I was just out here,” objected Prompto as he hurried to keep up with Aranea’s longer strides. “And besides, I’m getting cold.”

“Getting cold?” echoed Aranea. She looked back at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re a child of the northern wilds. There’s no way this is too cold for you.” Her lips curved up in a mischievous smile. “You know who really can’t stand the cold, though? That Lucian king of yours.”

Prompto couldn’t suppress a snort of laughter. “Did you see how many clothes he was wearing? I’m surprised he could even walk!”

“And he was trying so hard to look like it didn’t bother him!” Aranea was laughing too, a bright, clear sound that carried on the crisp winter air like chimes. She stepped toward Prompto and wrapped an arm around his shoulders. “Come on. You’re made of stronger stuff.”

They didn’t stay on the path for long. They’d scarcely entered the forest proper before Aranea turned off on a trail formed by the hooves of passing leukorns. It was so narrow they were forced to walk in single file, their footsteps crunching softly in the snow blanketing the forest floor. A few brave birds darted through the pine branches that rose over their heads, but otherwise they might as well have been the only living creatures in the world.

They’d been walking for about ten minutes when they reached a rocky outcrop jutting up from the ground. Aranea went first, carefully checking for any icy patches lurking beneath the snow, and Prompto scrambled up after her. It wasn’t a difficult climb. He wasn’t even out of breath when he reached the top and pulled himself up next to Aranea.

The landscape that stretched out before them, however...that was enough to leave him breathless.

Shiva’s Mirror was the deepest, coldest lake in all of Niflheim. Legend said that when Ifrit was courting Shiva, She demanded a mirror as a courting gift. Only it could not be a simple mirror made of silver that any craftsman would be able to duplicate - it needed to be something that no mortal hands could possibly create, a divine looking glass that was worthy of a goddess. The Infernian, delirious with love, accepted Her challenge. He caused one of His most magnificent volcanoes to erupt in a fiery cascade of molten lava, and when the peak collapsed back into itself, He went to Ramuh and begged the Fulgarian to summon a storm that would fill the new caldera with water. The Fulgarian, amused by the entire affair, complied. His torrential rains filled the hollowed out mountain and created a lake whose deep, clear waters formed an immense mirror that could never be replicated by mortal hands. And with that offering, the Infernian won the heart of the Glacian.

As Prompto stared out at the Mirror, he found it easy to believe in ancient legends about divine love and impossible tasks.The snow-capped mountains, the harsh and rugged gray cliffs, the rich blue of an early evening winter sky - every detail was reflected on the lake’s glassy surface, creating a mirror world perfect in every way. It made Prompto feel small and insignificant, nothing more than the tiniest thread in untamed Nature’s immense tapestry. He bent his head in reverence and offered a wordless prayer to the powerful forces that had created a scene of such awesome, boundless beauty.

He and Aranea stood in silence and let the immensity of the place wash over them, reluctant to disrupt the sense of sacrality with their voices. It was so cold that their breath formed tiny clouds in front of their faces, but Prompto didn’t mind. He thought he would be content to stand here forever, safe in the mountains of his homeland, and let the world move slowly around him.

But the moment couldn’t last. Aranea sighed and began to speak, her voice scarcely louder than a whisper. “Your father was not a particularly wise Emperor,” she said. “He spent too much time in Gralea. He believed that the heart of Niflheim was its technology, and its armies, and building new factories every year. Your half-brother had a similar mind.”

Prompto hunched his shoulders and nodded. Even though he’d spent most of time in the relative isolation of Silberberg, it was impossible not to know that his father was not especially beloved by the people. He’d seen the news reports about the ever-stricter rationing and how people were going hungry, how they resented the conscription of young men and women to feed the Imperial armies. He’d heard the constant barrage of messages condemning the stubborn pride of the Emperor and the Crown Prince, asking why they didn’t surrender and end the war for the sake of their people. And beneath all of it were the insidious whispers that the Aldercapt line had grown weak and corrupt, and it would be better for all of Niflheim if it was ousted from power.

Prompto tried to push all of that out of his mind and do the best he could with his own small duchy. As soon as he reached his majority at age seventeen, he opened the manor house on the four great yearly festivals and provided his people with feasts supplied from his own stores. He let the local children visit his chocobos, made sure that annual sacrifices were offered at the shrine of Shiva located just north of the town, and gave his blessing to any couples who. He tried to be the sort of ruler the ancient Emperors had been, wise and just, and this past solstice an older woman put her hand on his arm and told him that he should have been the heir.

Prompto hadn’t been able to come up with a response. For all their flaws, Iedolas and Loqi were his family, and he loved them. He had never wanted them to lose the throne.

“They were both wrong.” Aranea extended her hand toward the unspoiled wilderness. “This is Niflheim. You understand, don’t you?”

Prompto did. How many times had he stared out at the mountains’ distant peaks and felt his spirit rise within his chest, almost as if it wanted to fly up and join the griffons that nested in their heights? Or sought the dappled shadows beneath the pine trees when his thoughts grew troubled and restless? He loved the northern wilds with an untamed ferocity. As long as the land endured, so would he.

“I understand.”

“Good.” Aranea rested her hand directly over Prompto’s heart. “You carry the soul of Niflheim within you. Never forget that, not even when you go to Lucis.”

Prompto felt tears rising in his eyes and tried to blink them away. He didn’t want to be a child crying at the thought of leaving his home. But he was with Aranea, and Aranea would never look at him with scorn. “I don’t want to go.”

“I know. But Prompto, you have to.” Aranea grabbed his hands and squeezed them tight. “Listen to me. Aldercapt, Caelum - it doesn’t really matter which bloodline sits on the throne as long as long as they love the country. Your father lost it, and Noctis is an unknown. But you...you can guide him. You can show him what Niflheim can be. Make him love it the way that you do, and the truest part of Niflheim will survive.”

It seemed like an impossible task. “What if I can’t?”

“Oh, you can.” Aranea laughed shortly. “I’ve seen his face when he talks about you.”

Prompto thought of Noctis’ midnight blue eyes, the way he’d pulled the riding glove off of Prompto’s hand, the low cadence of his voice as he said, I will await you in Insomnia, and his stomach tightened.

“Just remember this, Prompto,” said Aranea. She looked back out over the lake. It had taken on the deep purple-blue hue of the evening sky, and a few early stars were reflected on its surface. “Don’t give him all of yourself. Always keep something just for you, so that you can remember who you are and where you came from. Don’t let him turn you into something you’re not.”

Prompto took a deep breath. His lungs were filled with the clean air of Niflheim: crisp and cold, and full of sharp sweetness of pine sap. This was his home. Noctis could give him all of Lucis, its lush greenery and black chocobos and gorgeous seaside sunsets, but it would never be his home. Home would always be here, in the mountains of Nilflheim.

“I won’t,” he said, and gave his vow not only to the Glacian, but to all of the small gods of Niflheim that lived in the stone and in the trees. “I promise.”

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