#i think johnlock instead of john locke every time

[aphelea]

i want to write a biana fic but alas i must write about john locke instead

#i think johnlock instead of john locke every time #also tumblr's being annoying and deleting my tags every single time i try to post this so this is like take 6 of writing this #anyway. the fic is basically like what if fitz never found sophie? #so life in the lost cities just goes on #and eventually della gets tired of alden's bs and hops off to move in with livvy (secretly) #biana's like hey that sounds better than this household and hops off to live with them #(secretly) #except neither della nor biana actually know that livvy's in the black sawn #plus quinlin's still living with them bc why not #anyway biana doesn't trust livvy so she basically stalks her #and learns about the secret world of elven rebel organizations #also meets a cute genetically modified horse person along the way #august rambles

[fanfic-recs-01]

Johnlock Fics

This is a list of John Watson/Sherlock Holmes fics I like on AO3, if you have any recs for me feel free to send me some!

Updated 8/13/23

Relationship Reveal 

Yarders Find Out by MidnightMonster

~How the yarders or more specifically Greg gets to know about Sherlock's soldier husband, John Watson who had been in Afghanistan for a little bit more than two and a half years.~

Can't Be His Boyfriend by sorrowsofyore

~In which Sherlock has himself a doctor and Lestrade is just befuddled by it all.~

Secret acquaintances by whokilledholofernes

~Sherlock rushes from the crime scene after receiving a text. That leaves Detective Inspector Lestrade behind with the question: What is Sherlock hiding?~

(un)remarkable by intrinsicness 

~Basically I want a fic where John is like this nice but seemingly boring guy who you've known for years but never really bothered to get to know much about because it's obvious that nothing interesting ever happens to him. In reality though his life is fascinating.~

A Study In Partners by LonelyThursday 

~Sherlock and John met years before ASiP, but nobody told the Yard that~

The Fifth Northumberland Fusiliers by rhelia

~Alternate Universe where John and Sherlock were flatmates (and boyfriends) even before John enlisted, leading to one very surprised policeman.~

This is my friend, John Watson by SeamsInLine

~where Sherlock is married and the Yard doesn't even notice.~

Outed By a Drugs Bust by Inactive Account (sassybleu)

~Sherlock and John are together-but no one else knows that. The damage is done when Lestrade and his crew break in on a drugs bust.~

I Thank My Lucky Stars (For Every Crack, Scratch, and Scar) by burnedplaylists

~Greg was aware that Sherlock acting a bit out of the ordinary wasn’t unusual. In fact, weird was Sherlock’s own brand of normal. But he had been texting the bloke for a week straight with no reply, not even with the promise of a locked-room murder.~

A Surprise in 221B by lancesface

~Lestrade entered the flat prepared to find a consulting detective sulking on the couch due to the lack of cases but instead found a short blond man, wearing an oatmeal jumper, who was limping down the hallway towards the door.~

Illusory Correlation and Confirmation Bias by VanillaBegonias 

~Looking back, there were a few things that should’ve tipped Greg off long before that night at the pub. A few things Sherlock left fairly obvious, that on reflection, made Greg question how he’d gotten his job in the first place.~

In Which Sherlock Is Hiding Something by Huffordle

~Sherlock is hiding something from Greg although the DI doesn't notice.~

Capt John H Watson, MBBS by anthonyedwardstark

~Sherlock has not been seen or heard from for more than a week. Lestrade decides to begin his search for the man at 221B Baker Street. When Scotland Yard's finest arrive at the flat, what (or rather who) they find is certain to surprise them.~

Sherlock's Secret by Superlocked_25

~Sherlock had a secret, one that he told no one. But people were becoming suspicious.~

Sherlock's "Friend" by Lavander_Clearwater

~Sherlock has been acting strange and Lestrade tries to figure out why.~

"Surprise! I'm gay!" by Awkward_bean_sky

~Sherlock suddenly doesn't answer any of Greg's calls anymore and he's worried to say the least. In the end, things aren't nearly as bad as he'd suspected.~

The Internet Is Not Just For Porn by cyerus

~John is Sherlock's internet boyfriend - from CANADA.No one thinks he's real.~

5687 (Approximately) by prettysailorsoldier

~When John's leave request for Christmas is denied, Sherlock is nothing short of devastated, not that he's letting it show. The holiday season now something he's just waiting to end, Sherlock doesn't think anything can possibly make it worse. That is, until he realizes no one in his life believes his army "boyfriend" is even real, but, luckily, everyone is in for a surprise.~

A Long Time Coming by thestanceyg 

~Sherlock's been acting strangely, and Lestrade isn't sure why. One day he finds a shirtless soldier in Sherlock's flat and things start to make a lot more sense.~

The One Where Greg is Exasperated & Confused, Sally is a Cow and Sherlock is Apparently Married by WhatLocked

~When Greg first met Sherlock he was rude, abrupt, acerbic, strung out and practically homeless, and was most certainly not in any way marriage material. This is probably why, when four years later, Sherlock flippantly mentions that he is married, no one believes him.~

Sherlock's Little Secret by DoctorRainyStardusttheThird (orphan_account)

~Namely...an army doctor boyfriend. During a drugs bust, the Yarders stumble upon something they weren't expecting.~

The Imaginary Boyfriend by Oliver_966

~John and Sherlock met after Johns first leave, and have been in a relationship for years. Sherlock hasn't ever mentioned this to anyone at the Yard, and when he does they turn it into a joke. Sherlock doesn't care though of course, because he knows his John is real.~

Sherlock's Who? by freakypet

~John has been away for Sherlock's entire career and suddenly returns to London unexpectedly from Afghanistan. Injured and tired and in pain, all he wants is to surprise Sherlock and kiss his husband. His search to find and surprise his wayward partner takes him across London and meets him up with those in Sherlock's world he has only heard about until now.~

Misc.

What Meets the Eye by worldaccordingtofangirls

~Amnesia is just another case to solve. Piece together unfamiliar faces, reconstruct the old identity, the lost reality. A challenge that Sherlock could even enjoy. He can read people like books. The man with the silver hair is his boss. The tottering old woman, his landlady. The girl with the worried look in her eyes…infatuated. And as for John Watson? His husband. Obviously.~

The Blind and the Clueless by InTheShadows

~5 times Greg saw John was perfect for Sherlock but didn't say anything and one time he did.~

Division by MrsNoggin

~John likes mysteries. And every morning he dips into the local independent coffee bar with his newspaper and ponders another... one Sherlock Holmes. Coffee Shop AU.~

Without Knowing How by kinklock

~John grows up reading about a fictional detective named Sherlock Holmes but, after nearly dying in Afghanistan, finds himself in a world where Sherlock Holmes is very much real.~

"finally kiss the bloody idiot" by Salambo06

~"John and Sherlock know the Yard has a pool going for when they’re finally going to get together. It’s been running forever, and it’s worth thousands of pounds. It’s all fun and games, hahaha, until they find out Lestrade is in dire financial straits and they decide to fake a relationship to win the pool for him. Sherlock figures out the day and way that Lestrade thinks it’s going to happen, and they act it out. It’s all for a good cause, fake relationship style, until it’s not."~

Off on the Wrong Foot by Unloyal_Olio

~John and Sherlock aren't flatmates. Instead, John gets a job in Bart's morgue, and Sherlock attempts to abscond with body parts.Which is just not on.~

He’s Not Paid Enough to Deal with This Shit by janonny

~(Or the one where John returned from the war and ended up working for Mycroft as his personal assistant slash doctor on retainer. Everything was fine, until he was sent to post bail for one Sherlock Holmes.)~

An Officer, A Sociopath and A Soldier Walk Into A Bar by ourdancingdays

~...And the punch line is for their ears only. / When Greg started yet another drugs bust, he expected the decomposing ears and infuriating detective, but not the war hero husband leaning against the kitchen counter.~

Cherry Hearts by harrypotteryaoi

~Lestrade's team is unaware that Sherlock is in a relationship, but an accident on a case leads them to meet someone unexpected.~

The Soldier by Evandar

~Captain John Watson meets Sherlock Holmes in Afghanistan and - after a whirlwind romance involving spies and giant monsters - marries him on the army base there. Months later, he's shipped home to his husband wounded.~

Five Times John Noticed But Didn't Really by ScandalousMinds

~5 times John (thought) he noticed something peculiar about his and Sherlock's relationship but really missed the obvious.~

The Other Kind Of Drugs by Yuval25

~'Flushed, dilated pupils, and that weird text. Clearly, Sherlock's back on drugs, right?' A worried Detective Inspector Lestrade decides a drugs bust is in order. Little did he know, the new drug that Sherlock's got himself addicted to is much more... human. And blond. And a doctor.~

Signs of Life by DefNotForWork 

~The Yarders have a pretty well developed view of Sherlock Holmes. Cold, cruel, dispassionate and robotic. He simply doesn't register as human. As Sherlock and John fall farther and farther in love with one another, however, the proud men and women from NSY find themselves facing irrefutable evidence as to the true existence of a heart in Sherlock Holmes.~

The Imaginary Boyfriend by Oliver_966

~John and Sherlock met after Johns first leave, and have been in a relationship for years. Sherlock hasn't ever mentioned this to anyone at the Yard, and when he does they turn it into a joke. Sherlock doesn't care though of course, because he knows his John is real.~

Homecoming by nbcravenstag

~Greg Lestrade always knows when there's something wrong with Sherlock Holmes. When the detective stops talking, stops eating, doesn't come to crime scenes, and barely moves from the red chair in 221B, Greg starts to worry that he's using again, and this time, he's in too deep to be helped. That is, until a certain soldier shows up at a crime scene.~

#johnlock #fic recs #sherlock holmes x john watson

[the-pen-pot]

Fandom Creator's Self-Rec Game!

Choose five favourites from your own creations (and tell me why, if you like!), then pass on to at least five other people. I'd love to hear what you're proudest of.

Tagged by the wonderful @zaharya (whose post I have now bookmarked for later reading!)

Five of my own favourites, hmmmm. All right. Four of these are super long (all 200k+) , but the first one is relatively short for me, at somewhere around 15,000 words, for people looking for lighter reads! 😁 All are complete except Hiraeth.

Deliquesce (Merlin - Merthur - 15k)

The creatures stepped forward, long, narrow muzzles agape. The sun did not deter them, merely setting their subtle scales agleam. Thick saliva dripped from their jaws, smattering on the ground, yet they did not lunge forward to strike. Instead, they waited, their gaze unblinking as they stared. At first, Arthur thought they watched the knights, but when he shifted his stance, their eyes did not follow him, Instead, it was someone behind him who held them captivated. Merlin. ----- A chance encounter with a monster in the woods makes Arthur realise just how powerful Merlin's magic is, and the lengths he would go to in order to keep him safe.

This was meant to be a ficlet and got away from me. I particularly loved the ideas in this one, also BAMF Merlin ftw every single time! Written from Arthur's POV with some Merthury goodness towards the end.

Sorcerer's Bane (Merlin - Merthur - 264k)

Arthur gave Merlin his cloak thinking only of the warmth it would offer in a snowstorm. He never thought his manservant may be mistaken for him and snatched by bandits. Nor did he expect his dashing rescue of Merlin to turn his world so utterly on his head. Because the bandits hadn't kidnapped a prince. They'd snatched a sorcerer, and now captivity is the least of anyone's problems. A golden age awaits, but can they claim it together, or are they doomed to fail?

My first big Merthur fic, and the one where I healed from all the psychic damage done by the finale. This was my plotty, happily ever after fic, and I love it with all my heart!

Hiraeth (Merlin - Merthur - Work In Progress - 214k so far)

A hand grasped his arm, sending a brief thrill down Merlin's nerves as he was forced around to face the person behind him. Armour gleamed in the firelight: supple chainmail glinted, and the solid iron of a pauldron curved lovingly over one broad shoulder. The length of a sword blade separated them. The point hovered, steady and sure, over Merlin's heart, braced to run him through, but he did not care about any of that. He was too busy drinking in the sight of the man before him. He could never forget him, no matter how many centuries had passed. 'Arthur?' When Merlin ultimately fails in his destiny, the fading remnants of magic that linger in the modern world fling him not just back in time, but sideways as well. He ends up in a Camelot where all his friends are alive, well and aware of his magic. He ends up in a Camelot where his alternate self died almost a year ago. Can he, Arthur and their friends still forge the golden age he was once promised, or will grief and suspicion tear them apart?

Couldn't not mention my angsty, plotty wip. This fic is five billions miles outside my comfort zone. I'm currently in the "I have bitten off more than I can chew freak-out" stage of writing it and I'm still having so much fun. This fic owns my soul. Maybe one day it will release me, but I doubt it.

The Gilded Cage (Sherlock - Johnlock - 326K )

In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate's secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn't he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock's past as events conspire to threaten their future.

The Johnlock omegaverse that nearly killed me, and the longest thing I have written (so far). I had such fun exploring potential gender dynamics and imagining how this world could be, while doing my best to keep the characters strong and true to themselves. An oldie, but according to most readers, a goody. Mixed POV

Riven Crown (The Hobbit - Bagginshield - 254k )

‘We may have won the battle, but I fear the war with winter is just beginning.’ The aftermath of war is no laughing matter. Those who died must be honoured, those who are wounded must be healed, and those who remain need food and clothing, peace and sanctuary. With Thorin's life hanging in the balance, it is up to Bilbo and the rest of the Company to rule the rag-tag remnants of Erebor in his place. Then there is the matter of the gold... Can Bilbo save both king and kingdom, or is Erebor destined to fall deeper into ruin?

My battle of the Five Armies fix it, political intrigue, everybody lives/nobody dies effort to make the the Peter Jackson movies hurt less. I think I succeeded. A much loved favourite, because my style feels like it's particularly suited to fantasy 😁

Tagging (with no pressure and apologies if any of you are not writers!) @the-reading-lemon @writingfanficsfan @cbk1000 @ajpendragon and @mojoflower (as well as anyone else who sees this and fancies it!

#Merthur #Johnlock #Bagginshield #Fic Ask

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hi!! i recently got into johnlock and the universe has somehow directed me to your blog (which is an absolute godsend omfg). have you got any good possessive!john fics?

Hi Lovely!!!

AHHHH!! I’m so glad you enjoy my blog!!! <3 Thank you so much! <3

AHHH you know what??? I don’t get asked this all that much at all! I think mostly because it’s easier to find Possessive Sherlock fics and people then just... forget LOL

So guess what?? You’re the prompter for any fics I actually tagged or filed with Possessive John! <3 A pioneer you are! LOL I’m combining it with a few of the Obsessive fics as well, since I don’t have many new ones.

As usual, gang, feel free to add your own!! <3

POSSESSIVE / OBSESSIVE JOHN

See also: 

Specifically Jealous John b/c of Other People

Jealous John

Jealous John Pt. 2 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 2

Jealous John Pt 3 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 3

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 4

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 5

Hell or High water by bluefire301175 (E, 2,250 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Frottage, Alley Sex, First Person POV John, Case-ish Fic, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing) – John wants. Sherlock wants. Plain and simple.

Display by 221b_hound (E, 2,377 w., 1 Ch. || Post-HLV, Tattoos, Public Hand Jobs, Exhibitionism, Possessive Sex, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John) – A new client has been flirting with Sherlock and, finding no joy there, with John. John seems annoyed to be second-best, Sherlock thinks, so Sherlock decides to give the departing woman (and maybe also John) a demonstration of who, exactly, John belongs to. But there's more than one level of sexual jealousy and more than one display of possession going on here, outlined in the window of 221b Baker Street. Part 2 of Lock and Key

Apodyopsis by QuinnAnderson (E, 3,347 w.,1 Ch. || PWP, Rough Sex, Table Sex, Anal, Sexual Tension) – Apodyopsis: (æpəʊdaɪˈɒpsɪs) noun. the act of mentally undressing someone. Part 2 of Undressed

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarrassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

Sherlock and John Go Clubbing by wendymarlowe (E, 4,716 w., 3 Ch. || Clubbing, Dirty Talk, Dancing, Coming Untouched, Coming in Pants, Bi John, For a Case, Friends to Lovers, Flirting, Sherlock is Lost for Words, Sexy John, Mutual Pining, Possessive John, Floor Sex/Hand Job/Frottage) – John pinched the bridge of his nose - even for Sherlock, this was a new level of no bloody boundaries. “You want me to go with you to a gay club, wait around twiddling my thumbs while I let you get pawed by a criminal, then out-flirt him and talk you into coming home with me instead?” Part 32 of John and Sherlock's Kinky First Times

Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures ||  Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Heavy Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say 'oh well, at least we tried'. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.”

My Life for His by QuinnAnderson (E, 8,816 w., 1 Ch. || Guardian/Protector, Greek Mythology || Growing Up, Sex, Religious Themes, Suicide, Minor Character Death) – It began when Sherlock was eight, and he attempted to climb all the way up to the highest branch in the old willow tree in his back garden. He'd thought he was still small enough that it could support him, but the second he'd grabbed hold of it to pull himself up, the branch snapped, and down he went, plummeting a solid twenty metres. The odd thing was, he never actually hit the ground.

Of Course I Forgive You by allonsys_girl (E, 10,735 w., 1 Ch. || Love Confessions, Canon Divergence, First Time, Frottage, Wall Sex, Infidelity) – What if things had gone differently on that train car?

The Invocation of Saint Margaret by Ewebie (E, 15,831 w., 1 Ch. || POV John,  Crossing Timelines, Light Angst, Fluff, Series 3 John / Series 1 Sherlock, The Matchbox, Mushy Romance, First Time, Bisexual John, Pining John, Bottomlock, Love Confessions, Sensuality, Emotional Love Making, Snippets of Time) – When Sherlock Holmes opens the matchbox from The Sign of Three and John finds himself years in the past, back to that first dinner at Angelo's with a much younger Sherlock Holmes. Is he dreaming?

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...

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.

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending, Obsessive John) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time, Obsessive John) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (E, 159,368 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || 70′s Surfer AU || Period Typical Homophobia, Hawaii, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Professional Surfers, Gay John / Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John was a Sailor, Misunderstandings) – All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back. To finally go pro in the newly formed world of professional surfing and leave the dark memories of his past behind him as he rips across the face of a towering blue barrel. To lounge beside the beach bonfire every evening with an ice cold beer tucked into the cool sand beside him and listen to Pink Floyd and the Doors while the saltwater dries in his sun bleached hair. That's all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition. (PUBLISHED AS ‘The Sea Ain’t Mine Alone’)

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest?

#steph replies #johnlock fic recs #possessive john #my fic recs #safebannie

[the-signs-of-two]

Do you think there are still hopes for season 5? A lot of articles claim that there is no future for sherlock holmes and that we should give up our hopes of season 5. Thoughts?

Ouf.

Tough one. And a long one to answer. But I want to be truthful and thorough.

Based purely on advertising and how keen people are to keep audiences invested, I don’t think they’re allowing us much hope. It’s been almost four years and they’ve done very little to maintain any kind of hype or interest, perhaps with the exception of keeping the escape room going. The sad truth of it is that a show will rarely get picked up for a new series if the majority of viewers have moved on. And they’ve done very little to keep their viewers excited about the prospect of a series 5.

Then, of course, there’s the elephant in the room, whether you’re a hardcore TJLC’er or a casual viewer: the fact that series 4, on a surface level, was just... not very good. It looks and feels disjointed and very different from the previous series and casual viewers don’t want to spend hours and hours trying to figure out if it was actually better than its surface narrative. That sort of thing - taking a long hiatus, hyping a new series by saying it’ll be television history and then delivering a somewhat lukewarm product - drives viewers away. And like I said, if most viewers no longer care, chances are it won’t be picked up for a new series.

That’s one way to look at it. But what about the actual story?

The show is called Sherlock. And I think, putting my Johnlock-glasses to the side, you could actually argue that Sherlock does come full circle. In series 1, Sherlock is driven almost entirely by his logic. He’s arrogant, cocky and he makes a show of being disdainful and unfeeling, even if you get small glimpses showing that that isn’t actually who he is. With every series, Sherlock has moved further away from that and become a softer, more emphatic version of himself - a version of himself who cares more about making his close ones happy than about making himself look cool and mysterious. Series 4 does seem to complete that narrative. They made Eurus into the synthesis of everything Sherlock was and tried to be in the beginning of the show and turned that against Sherlock - and I actually really like that. I think it works. When Sherlock says that they’re “experiencing science from the perspective of lab rats”, we’re reminded of the time when he would do something similar: when he would pretend to be Ian Monkford’s friend to get information from his wife, when he would scare/traumatise the already traumatised headmistress to get information on two missing children, when he would compliment Molly’s hair to convince her to show him two bodies. In each instance, it was to do good, to get ahead in a case, but it was also a coldly calculated piece of manipulation, one which Sherlock showed zero regret for. The way he acted in first couple of series hurt other people - sometimes you wouldn’t feel any remorse for them, but sometimes it was Sherlock’s closest. Let’s take the most obvious example: locking John in a lab after (as far as he knew) drugging him, then providing him with sound effects and watching what would happen on the monitors. Don’t you think John experienced science from the perspective of a lab rat then? Sherlock is a different person now, but TFP also forces him to come to terms with the consequences of his previous behaviour. He has to confront logical problems - kill one man or three men, kill one man or two people will die, save Molly’s life etc. - but he has to face the emotional consequences of those logical decisions. He can’t just look away as he used to do. Seen in that way, I actually think TFP does provide a poignant culmination of Sherlock’s character arc. When Lestrade says that Sherlock is now a good man rather than a great man, it does feel earned.

However. Then there’s... well, everyone else. I’m pretty sure I could tell you what John’s character arc was all about in HLV. If this is the end, I no longer know what his character arc was. John makes horrible decision upon horrible decision in series 4. A cynical reading would be that he’s “stupid for the plot”. They needed to drive a wedge between Sherlock and John for TLD, so they didn’t care that John’s decision to blame Sherlock for Mary’s death in TST makes absolutely no sense. Then there’s the morgue scene, which... To be fair, it has actually been foreshadowed that John is a violent person. That he has very bad aggression issues and that he deals with a lot of anger in a physical manner. Sherlock isn’t perfect, but John certainly isn’t either. And I actually think the morgue scene could work in that light. Hear me out. Sherlock has done bad things to John, he really has, and all those things have been in line with his character and a reflection of his flaws. John beating Sherlock up could work in the same way. But it HAS TO BE ADDRESSED. When Sherlock does something morally reprehensible and psychologically scarring, it’s not presented as acceptable. When Sherlock locks John in the lab, you FEEL that what he did was unacceptable. John calls him out for it and it’s discussed. And this happens a number of times and each time, Sherlock shows more and more regret for his actions. He begins to apologise. He begins to try to change. If the morgue scene is going to work as a low point in John’s morality which prompts him to feel regret and try to change, it needs to be presented that way. It needs to be presented as bad (it is), it needs to be presented as a low point (it is), but it also needs to be presented as unjustified, unacceptable and inexcusable. No matter how you feel, beating up your best friend is never okay. Just as no matter how badly you need to solve a case, experimenting on your best friend by subjecting him to a terror-indusing drug and locking him up to examine the effects is never okay. But John isn’t called out for this and it’s never discussed. That leaves John with no incentive to change, no moment of remorse and regret, no need to make amends. So, in a way, the series leaves him at his absolute lowest. Which isn’t a character arc, friends.

Then there’s Molly. After the most heartbreaking betrayal of all time, the series just... ends. Like, she’s there at the end and it’s all fine. The part where the man she loved told her to tell him that she loved him FOR AN EXPERIMENT and then she took the opportunity to make him say it in return, clinging on to those three words like her life depended on it... yeah, that happened, but he presumably told her that he had to do it and it was all fine. No lasting emotional damage or mistrust there.

You could argue that Mycroft does come full circle too. In TAB, he decides to relinquish control over Sherlock and instead tells John to take care of him in his place. In TFP, he goes all the way and decides to die to let John live. In doing so, he acknowledges that Sherlock needs John more than he needs Mycroft, but also that John is better for Sherlock than Mycroft ever was. After a lifetime of controlling and watching over Sherlock against his will, he finally decides to let Sherlock go live his own life and make his own decisions. And he proves his love by being prepared to die to give Sherlock happiness with John.

So... yeah. I think some character arcs did actually come full circle, while others definitely didn’t. I just took the most obvious examples here.

As a background story for the Holmes family, I don’t really think it works. To me, it doesn’t explain why Sherlock and Mycroft are the way they are - and it certainly is weird that their parents seem so normal and unconcerned about the whole thing. Buried trauma is definitely a thing, but there doesn’t seem to be any obvious correlation between what happened with Eurus and who Sherlock was at the beginning of the series. As for Mycroft... I honestly don’t know how he feels about Eurus, apart from the fact that he’s scared of her.

Then there’s the part where John flat out tells Sherlock that a romantic relationship would complete him as a human being. This goes completely unresolved. Are we meant to assume that Sherlock called Irene after this conversation and they got together? 1) Why should we assume this? And 2) effing straight culture, let him be gay, because he is.

To summarise... I don’t think TFP works as a conclusion. Some things are resolved, some are not. I think there’s so much story and plot left unresolved that a series 5 would definitely have story points to work with. Also, once you’ve said that a character needs a romantic relationship, you need to go through with that or it turns into a major hole in said character arc.

Getting a little more tinfoil hat-y, I think the television history, gut-punch moment could be a recreation of the circumstances around The Final Problem. The Final Problem seemingly finished the Sherlock Holmes stories by having Sherlock die. People were outraged and deeply upset. It took ten years for ACD to undo it and reveal that Sherlock had actually survived. Trying to recreate the atmosphere surrounding a beloved piece of literature in 1893 - that sort of thing has never been attempted before and would be television history. And in that light, it would make sense that they aren’t encouraging the rumours surrounding series 5. They need to make people think that Sherlock is “dead” if they are going to resurrect him. That’s the tinfoil hat speaking, but I can’t help but find it an intriguing idea. And I would be DOWN.

Still, they didn’t need to make series 4 bad for this to work. They could have just made it end sadly. Series 4 being bad and difficult to understand lost them a lot of viewers. And sadly, viewers are what make shows happen. In that sense, I think it could backfire very severely if that is their plan.

So there you have it. I haven’t lost hope. I think there’s still story and plot and characters that would make series 5 worth making. And of course I’ve only discussed surface narratives in this post. If some of the theories proposed by us (EMP) should turn out to be correct, it could fix a lot of the problems with series 4 and make for a fantastic gut-punch moment in series 5. But I will admit that I’m concerned it won’t be greenlit because people have lost interest. If it’s no longer likely to have a large audience because series 4 was bad, they may not be able to make it even if that was their original intent. Or they may need to really amp up the hype when and if they make series 5.

I hope this long ramble answered your question.

#Sherlock #BBC Sherlock #S5 #my thoughts #anon asks

[cupidford]

Okay we’re stuck inside - it’s Johnlock time b**ches. Over ~327k words worth.

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plain gold ring by simplyclockwork

Sherlock and John meet casually at a bar. There is an electric spark, but why is John flirting if he has a wedding ring? ~12k

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror

John and Sherlock go to New York for a National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. ~51k

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Thermoclilne by J_Baillier

John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. ~83.5k

as deep as the pacific ocean by simplyclockwork

John’s struggling with his feelings for Sherlock, but there’s a ton of homophobic pressure surrounding him, and Sherlock doesn’t know that John gets mocked for it all the time. ~8.5k

Entertainment for the Discerning Consultant Detective by reveling_in_mayhem

When a pandemic leads to enforced quarantines, John finds ways to keep Sherlock home without both of them losing their minds. ~6k

Stranded by BeautifulFiction

When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship. ~6k

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A Desperate Indulgence by LollipopCop

John thinks it's 2012 after waking up with amnesia, having no memory of Mary. Sherlock, exhausted from years of tension and hiding his love, pretends they got married instead. ~3.5k

A Gossamer Dream by CarmillaCarmine

Writer John and Teacher Sherlock have been chatting online for months and the anticipation to meet is reaching a crescendo. ~16k

You See the Leaving, I See the Coming Back by nutmeag83

John is miserable and lonely out in the suburbs in the place he once shared with Mary. He slowly begins spending more time at Baker St to see how it would feel to move back. ~3k

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"I've Waited So Long For This." by Radclyffe

A fix-it for series 4 221 words at a time. ~7k

I'm On a Date by reveling_in_mayhem

5 times Sherlock ruined John’s dates, and the one he didn’t have to. ~8.5k

Dance With Me by Silvergirl

Sherlock rescues Sally Donovan, and in turn she tries to help him get John to stop faffing about and get on with Johnlock. ~25k

Expectation by bigblueboxat221b

A case finally pushes John to act on something he's wanted for a while. ~4k

49. Take off your shirt. by KittenKin

Sherlock is keeping something close to his heart. ~2.5k

Azure On Grey by shiplocks_of_love

When Sherlock’s transport betrays him and conventional healthcare fails to help, John comes up with an unorthodox solution. ~9k

who you are by Algy Swinburne (milverton)

Revelations at a two year old’s birthday party.5913B/B-?

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Honorable Mentions

Adore You, Always by psychotic_fangirl36

Sherlock does not care that John is on a date, leaving Sherlock alone in their flat. Really. He doesn’t. ~2k

Old Flames, New Fires by BeautifulFiction

When a client grabs Sherlock's attention, John struggles to control his pointless jealousy, but is everything really as it seems? ~1.5k

Let's Stay Home Tonight. by Vanimelda4

John and Sherlock share a dorm, but Sherlock flees every chance he gets. Until John locks the door and loses the key. Teenlock. ~3.5k

Romancing the Pearl by MorganeUK

Romancing the Stone AU. Doctor/Writer John is a well-known author of detectives’ stories inspired by the dead detective Holmes. Until one day, his world collides with him. ~24.5k

There's Always Something by whirlingdervish

A year after Mary's passing Sherlock deduces that John has a date. ~1.5k

Bath Time by standbygo

A 5+1 fic about Sherlock and John taking - or not taking - a bath. ~7k

Death, Marriage, and Other Aphrodisiacs by ACakes

A discussion of impending death and skulls—specifically John’s—has unanticipated consequences for the boys of 221b. ~2k

Such a Strange Day by mightymads

Watson is astonished when he finds out that he is indeed Holmes’s “glass of tea”. He is astonished even more when he realises that his own “glass of tea” is Holmes. ~1.5k

What The Flat Saw by PatPrecieux

Valentine's Day in the empty flat proves to be more than a bit interesting. POV Inanimate Object. ~1k

#fic rec #fic recs

[vulpesmellifera]

Fic Offerings of 2019

Ahhhh!!! I can’t believe the end of 2019 is here!

My goal at the beginning of 2019? Post six short stories and start posting one long fic. Instead, I posted 15 stories of varying length, and wrote the long fic, (two long fics, in fact), but it needs some attention I wasn’t really willing to give it in 2019.

And I’m okay with that. 

I expected to write Mystrade, and I ended up writing that plus Sherstrade, Johnlock, and Hannigram. 

Mystrade: The Longer Fics

The Tenth Muse - Two parts comprise this work, with 27,605 words between them. Mycroft sees things other people can’t. Lights, spectres, shades, demons, phantasms, and creatures that no one else can see. Voices no one else can hear. Colours eddying around people’s bodies, visible only to his eyes. It isn't deduction for Mycroft; it's a living nightmare that leads to self-imposed isolation. When Sherlock "dies," Mycroft finds himself reaching out for a golden slice of happiness, just one person to call his own in a landscape of horrors.

(On a lark, an absolute lark, I tell you, I wrote The Tenth Muse. In no way did I expect the reception it got, and I thank every one of you who read it, and left a kudos or a comment, from the bottom of my heart.) 

Craquelure - Two parts, 44,172 words. Part 1, To Capture Light, was actually posted in December of 2018. Part 2, Shaping the Negative, was posted this year, and takes up soon after where the first part left off. Mycroft Holmes had everything in hand: a powerful position in civil service to the Crown with the ability to affect politics across the globe, an impeccable taste in modern luxuries, and an iron-clad philosophy on life and how one should live it. He didn't expect it to shatter around him in a series of events facilitated by his siblings.This is the story of his rebirth.

(The reception to this one also included personal family stories from readers, and I treasure every one of you, particularly those among us who have suffered toxic family relationships, and have found our way out or above them. Part 3, The Hue of Loss, planned for 2020!)

Mystrade: The Shorter Fics

Woes of the Pharynx - Sickfic. Fluff. Humor. 844 words. The British Government felled by a cold. Oh, who could possibly take care of him?

The Petal Painter - Part of the #MystradeStoryTime series. Each part stands alone. 1,897 words. Gregorios is the beloved son of the Grain Goddess, safe and treasured inside her gardens. One day, he meets an alluring stranger dressed in black.

Marry Me - Part of the #MystradeStoryTime series. Each part stands alone. 1,684 words. Mycroft doesn't care for marriage; it's a vestigial organ on a modern society. Greg cares about marriage. Yet, he's never brought it up with Mycroft. That begins to chafe at the civil servant.

Sun-Bleached - Part of The Songs of Solomon series. Each part stands alone. 2,154 words. Sherlock would find curious things: the dried exoskeletons of crustaceans, hollowed out shells of mollusks, and one time, the sun-bleached bones of a little bird that usually nested along rivers. Alcedo atthis, the common kingfisher. That image never quite left my mind. Sherlock’s face like a bright beacon on an overcast day, the skeletonized remains of a bird that waved with his movements, held between two fingers. This is how I want Greg Lestrade: pinched between two fingers, a flag in the breeze, unshielded from the elements of me.

With Appetite - Part 2 of Imperfections Can Be Loved. Can stand alone. 2,937 words. Sometimes when he thinks of that fat little boy, he is reminded of the monster Charybdis. She was a fleshy thing with a gargantuan maw who was chained to the rocks on one side of a strait. She waited for passing ships, sucking down her prey in a voracious whirlpool before her neighbour Scylla snatched up too many of the sailors. He doesn’t have to wonder what it is, to be a despised thing that aches with appetite. Mycroft Holmes is a proud man, particularly when it comes to his work and his massive intellect. But for his new fiance, he thinks he can do better in terms of appearances.

Night of the Grey Mare - Christmas Fic with a touch of horror. 8,606 words. Every Christmas Eve, Mycroft visits the Watson-Holmes family to deliver a story to his precious niece, and share in a little of the mulled wine. This year, Rosie wants to hear something scary. Mycroft tells her a frightening tale of The Christmas Witch, and then takes his leave before Sherlock and John can enact their usual routine to make him feel unwelcome.The way home is fraught with unforeseen events and Mycroft soon finds himself in his own frightening tale of horror. Or does he?

Pillow Fights - Humorous ficlet. 821 words. Mycroft returns home early from a business trip to surprise Greg. Greg isn't the only one who gets surprised.

Pillow Fights, Redux - A different take, still a humorous ficlet. 952 words. Greg gets back early from a conference, to find Mycroft pining in a way he would never have thought.

Sherstrade 

[Deleted] - 10,400 words. Greg Lestrade and John Watson awake to find themselves locked in an unfinished basement. While they are well acquainted with one another, the two men aren't friends. But, the darkness has ways of bringing people closer together. Meanwhile, Sherlock and Sally must work together to solve the case of a missing John Watson.They're running out of time.

Johnlock 

Haunted -  Horror Fic. 22,369 words. Plagued by the past, John moves himself and his daughter to a new flat for a fresh start - and it's not 221B Baker Street. While he grapples with new knowledge and old guilt, he's confronted with odd neighbors and strange noises in the night. But is it the new flat, or is John Watson losing his grip on reality?

The Stars Upon Your Back - Part 1 of Imperfections Can Be Loved. 1,735 words. Sherlock prefers shadows to sunlight, his coat collar popped and his scarf wrapped about his neck like a hug. He wears bespoke because he’s trim, but he prefers to feel covered, and wears the dressing gown more often than not. The first time John Watson kisses him, he’s stricken. Sherlock Holmes is painfully aware of his ugly parts and his failures when it comes to John Watson.

Hannigram

Leftovers - Post-Canon Domestic Fluff. Basically, this is my headcanon for what Hannibal does with his leftovers. 1,311 words.  Will discovers that Hannibal has a soft spot for one other kind of creature in his life.

Aaaaannnnddd that’s all she wrote, folks! (Well, not all...but everything that got posted!) A Happy New Year to everyone! <3

Cheers,

Vulpes

#end of year #fic roundup #vulpesmellifera #johnlock #mystrade #hannigram #sherstrade #2019

[anchored-in-high-tide]

Evermore

Rating: General Audience

Fandom/Pairing: Sherlock (TV)/Johnlock

Chapters: 1/1

Words: 2068

Tags: Fluff, Post-Canon, Sherlock x Disney, Beauty and the Beast (2017), Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, Parentlock, Rosie wants to be a princess, Sherlock sings, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers

Inspired by the song: Evermore from Beauty and the Beast (2017)

He will tell him today, John decides as he carries the groceries back to their flat. Rosie will start school in a couple of weeks. It’s high time she gets her own room, to invite friends, to do homework, to have a place she doesn’t have to share with her father. Sherlock will surely understand that, won’t he? Yes, John will tell him today that he and Rosie will move out.

Maybe Sherlock already figured it out by himself. He has been a little quieter lately, has even declined some of Lestrade’s—according to Sherlock, absolutely boring—cases to spend more time with Rosie. Maybe he already knows and is just waiting for my final verdict.

That this arrangement had even worked for the past five years was a miracle, after all; Working on murder cases with a toddler on one’s arm was—a challenge, to say the least. In all those years following John and Rosie’s rather rash return to 221B Baker Street, neither John nor Sherlock have dared to talk about its implications for the future. They have simply enjoyed each other’s company, watched Rosie grow into a brilliant, funny girl, lived in the moment—because both know that those bits of happiness vanish faster than you can blink. You need to hold on to them as long as you can. The future will arrive soon enough and spoil all your plans.

And things have been fine, great really. Sherlock adores Rosie and the little girl, in return, is obsessed with her “Sher” that lets her ride on his shoulders and teaches her about bees and stars and disembowelment (if John doesn’t watch him very carefully).

John’s lips hurt a little as he smiles melancholically. Yes, they have had five good years. But even good things have to end sooner or later. Probably, Sherlock will even be glad to finally have his flat back, to experiment in the kitchen again and play the violin at all times of the night.

John just has to get it over with. It won’t be that bad. It’s not like they won’t spend time together anymore. He’ll make sure to find a place as close by as possible so that Sherlock can see Rosie whenever he pleases. He can’t separate them, not after everything Sherlock has done for them.

It has taken John longer than he cares to admit adjusting to his life as a widower, to cope with all the traumas and terror he has lived through. He couldn’t have done it without Sherlock—his help with Rosie, his friendship, his companionship. By now, he is factually Rosie’s second parent. John doesn’t want to break their bond. It would devastate all three of them.

But they can’t keep on living in denial about the lack of space for a rapidly growing child. They have to find a new place, to move on. They can make that work. They always have.

As he unlocks the front door and steps into the familiar hall, John can already hear the music floating down the staircase from their flat. He tries to remember the last time it has been quiet when he came home. Will there still be music in their new flat? Will the songs still sound the same without Sherlock?

John shakes his head determinedly, hoping that his painful thoughts would just fall off. He isn’t prone to sentimentality but having to leave Sherlock for a second time is bound to be an emotional train wreck, at least for him. Who knows what’s going on in that funny head of Sherlock’s? He wouldn't care, now, would he?

Following the soaring melody, John climbs up the stairs, trying to identify the tune. It’s either something from Frozen or Beauty and the Beast, probably.

Rosie is in the middle of her princess phase, ever since she has seen her first Disney movie. For the past weeks and months, she has barely talked about anything else than her favourites—Belle, Elsa, Moana, Cinderella, … She insists on watching the same films over and over again whenever John and Sherlock allow her some telly-time. The rest of her days, she spends reenacting her favourite scenes, soundtrack included. John can (more or less proudly) claim to know the lyrics to Let It Go even in his sleep by now.

At first, John was utterly horrified when his daughter for the first time expressed interest for something as far removed from science as possible, especially fearing that Sherlock might make some snarky comments about romantized and outdated gender roles, but, to John’s surprise and amusement, he has supported Rosie in her royal extravaganza with as much enthusiasm and diligence as he usually displays on a crime scene. He even convinced Mycroft to buy her a yellow gown—“Just like Belle’s! Thank you, Uncle Myc”—for her birthday. John has never seen anything funnier than Mycroft Holmes, the personification of the British Government, bowing to her majesty Rosie the First and graciously accepting her invitation to tea.

As he is half-way up the stairs, the music ebbs away and he hears Rosie’s high, demanding voice: “Now sing your song, Sher!” Her talent for bossing people around would do a real princess honour.

“As you wish, your majesty,” responds Sherlock’s silky baritone. He has never been one for strict parenting, John thinks as another melody begins. He would spoil Rosie rotten if John didn’t interfere, his heart being simply unable to deny her anything.

The lump in his throat grows with every step, the grocery bag weighing him down as if it were filled with lead instead of apples, toast, and beans. He will miss all of this. But what other choice is there really?

In the sitting room, only a few meters away now, Sherlock’s voice begins to sing a song John recognizes from Beauty and the Beast, the live-action version which Rosie has been only allowed to watch a couple of nights ago. She was a little scared of the howling wolves but the Beast won a special place in her heart right away. John must admit that he, too, enjoyed that particular film. Well, they can still have movie nights at their new place.

He mounts the last few steps, stopping on the landing to listen to Sherlock, the words now easily distinguishable:

“I was the one who had it all, I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth too late.”

The fervency he lays into the lyrics makes John’s insides tingle. He has heard Sherlock sing to Rosie before but nothing has come close to this level of… honesty? The words drip from his tongue as fresh and true as spring water and make John hold his breath almost devoutly, a clandestine listener to a secret symphony.

With utmost caution as to not disturb them, John opens the door to the sitting room and peaks inside. The scene before his eyes is one to thaw even the coldest of hearts: Rosie, a head full of golden locks and mischief, is standing on the couch, her light blue dress playing around her bare feet as she bounces up and down in excitement. Sherlock’s slender figure is towering over her, the blanket the three of them cuddle under on cold nights draped around his shoulders as a makeshift cape. With melodramatic gestures and skillful vibrato in his honey-like voice, he entertains the little girl:

“I'll never shake away the pain. I close my eyes but he's still there. I let him steal into my melancholy heart; It's more than I can bear.”

John stops short in the doorway. He? Him? That can’t be right. As far as he remembers, the Beast sings this song about Belle. Why would he use male pronouns? Or has he misheard?

He eyes Sherlock carefully but the singing detective doesn’t show any signs of flustering, nor does Rosie correct him. Surely, John has misheard then. When it comes to reciting Disney songs, Rosie is more than unforgiving when someone makes a mistake. Unfortunately, she has picked up Sherlock’s habit to correct everyone on everything, although not with the same air of smugness as her godfather.

“Now I know he'll never leave me. Even as he runs away. He will still torment me, Calm me, hurt me, Move me, come what may.”

There it is again. He! John is sure he has heard it right this time. The syllable rings in his ears, echoes in his chest, lets every sinew in his body vibrate with alarming anticipation. He can’t move. Glued to the spot, he just keeps watching the two most important people in his life, both completely immersed in their little show. Rosie giggles satisfied as Sherlock kneels down in front of the sofa in an overly dramatic fashion, clutching his heart with one hand.

“Wasting in my lonely tower, Waiting by an open door, I'll fool myself, he'll walk right in And be with me for evermore.”

The deep note makes goosebumps spread all over John’s body. Deep inside his bones, something is shifting, falling into place, but he can’t quite put his finger on it. Why does this performance move him so much? It is heartwarming to watch, sure, but there’s something more, something significant going on. His breathing speeds up a notch without him being able to do anything about it. His whole body has become oddly rigid, no longer accepting orders from his mind. The bag full of groceries slips from his hand and lands on the floor with a thunk that makes Sherlock, at last, aware of his existence.

For a split second, their eyes meet and the hint of a coy smile tugs at Sherlock’s mouth but it vanishes so quickly that John is not quite sure if he has seen it at all. Rosie wins back his attention at once. Sherlock rises and swoops her off the sofa in one smooth movement, whirling her around in a pirouette that makes her squeal with laughter.

“I rage against the trials of love. I curse the fading of the light. Though he's already flown so far beyond my reach he's never out of sight.”

Rosie wraps her legs and arms around his body like a little spider monkey, Sherlock securing her with strong arms as he keeps spinning them around. He lets his head fall back and sings at full volume as they twirl on the worn-out carpet, his voice saturating the air with its enchanting timbre. Every single word hits John like a wrecking ball.

“Now I know he'll never leave me, Even as he fades from view. He will still inspire me, Be a part of everything I do. Wasting in my lonely tower Waiting by an open door—”

Sherlock’s eager eyes fix on John and a hint of sadness and something apologetic flit across his face as he halts in the middle of the sitting room, the few steps between them, the safe distance they had kept all these years, this unsurmountable abyss finally being bridged by a delicate construct of wavering words.

John burns up under his gaze and is yet unable to divert his own eyes from the face of the man he shares his life with. Why would he ever give this up? Why would he ever let anything as mundane as a missing bedroom rip Sherlock from his side again? He can’t leave him, he doesn’t want to, he has never wanted to, since the first day they met. The realization crushes him like an avalanche, breaking bones and convictions like brittle twigs.

“I'll fool myself, he'll walk right in. And as the long, long nights begin, I'll think of all that might have been—”

Sherlock knows. How could he not? Sherlock knows how John feels about him. And if the pleading look he gives John and the confession he has woven into the song are any indicators, he feels the same. It couldn’t be clearer. John lets out a disbelieving puff of air—half laughter, half sigh. Why has it taken him so long to see it?

“Waiting here for evermore.”

The last note of the song hangs unfinished under the ceiling of their home as John crosses the sitting room with three swift steps, takes Sherlock’s face in his hands, and shuts him up with a long overdue kiss.

@itsalwaysyou-jw @drunk-rambles @barbsiebabe @blueeyesbitch @bugzy-boiz

#johnlock #fanfic #one shot #sherlock x disney #johnlock fluff #beauty and the beast (disney) #song fic #my first one-shot #baker street boys

[itsalwaysyou-jw]

As promised, here is the sneak peek for Welcome Home, a WWII Johnlock AU inspired by Bandstand:

“Another shot of whiskey. Please.”

The bartender silently obliged, a man whose face was forgotten the moment he turned away. John consumed the fresh liquid in an instant, wishing the dulled sensations could kick in as rapidly as he could drink it. He twirled the empty glass along the sticky countertop. The air was thick with sweat, the murmur of voices like a wall of pressure against his ears. It was too much, all of it.

“What division?” said a voice two seat to his right. John’s head turned to see a gentleman with short, cropped blond hair. He was staring at his own glass as bone dry as John’s.

“Sorry?”

His head turned then and John was startled by how handsome he was. He had a long, narrow nose, a pronounced jawline, short locks of sandy blond hair, and blue eyes that were hooded with intoxication. John had always been a sucker for blue eyes.

“You’re a soldier right?” he asked, eyes darting to the empty glass. “I was, too.” John said nothing but simply continued to stare at the man. He seemed so much like himself if he were to be stretched taller and perhaps made a bit more handsome.

“Yeah,” he conceded after some time in silence. “37th division.”

His eyebrows moved together in thought. John had the impression that he’d reach his conclusions quicker if he were sober. “What is that- the Solomon Islands, right?”

“Yeah, and Bougainville.”

“Jesus. That must have been holy hell.”

John wiggled his glass as he caught the eye of the bartender to wordlessly request a refill. “Something like that, yeah.”

“How long ago did you get back?”

John considered the date, mentally scraping for a rough estimate of how long he’d been back home. “Just a couple weeks.”

“Ah.” He considered this and John prayed that he would stay silent this time. “Are you going to school? Or going for cash?”

He didn’t particularly feel like explaining to this stranger that he’d already been to school. That he’d love to go back and get his medical degree but he couldn’t. Instead, he just grunted “Cash. I need the cash.”

“Well find something quick. I have been to three funerals this month. Nobody’s talking about it because those guys came back fine a while ago.”

John’s stomach tightened, his mouth forming an impossibly hard line of tension. A fresh whisky was placed before him. He gripped the fresh glass until he was certain he could shatter it with his grip. “What happened?”

The stranger dragged his fingernails painstakingly along the filthy countertop, clumps of dried alcohol gathering beneath his already filthy, chipped fingernails. “They needed- They wanted a way to make it… stop.”

John threw his whiskey down his throat, suddenly desperate to get away from this horrible, suffocating prison. He threw down a note of payment, not even caring about his change- not even caring about anything at all other than escaping to fresh air.

“Find something quick,” the gentleman called softly behind him. “Godspeed.”

The second sneak peek from Chapter 2 with a small spoiler is under the cut. Also, tags.

(CONTEXT: John’s best friend in the Army was Victor Trevor, who asked John to check up on his spouse if anything ever happened to him. Trevor died beside John in the trenches and John is finally fulfilling his friend’s wishes.)

A thunder clapped with an unreliable beat in John's chest. The ordinary door seemed an overwhelming obstacle to approach. Behind this door was every tragedy imaginable.

Lead feet carried him to the threshold. Three breaths attempted to steady him, to centralize his thoughts, and his fist raised to rap thrice on the door. It was the soundtrack of his anxiety, the trepidation of the knocks loud in his ears. In the silence following his knock, he heard the echo of the sound rattle in his mind and there was no breath or time or awareness- there was only an eternity of silent expectancy.

Footsteps.

A lock undone.

The rotation of the knob.

Only paralyzing fear prevented John from running from this horror.

Then, in a moment, a woman. Yet not a young, vivacious woman as he’d expected, but an elderly woman with short, curly hair, a pointed face, and kind eyes.

He was helpless to do anything but stare at her. His mind was weighing the probability of this being Victor’s wife- but surely she couldn’t be. He’d described her as tall with full lips, black hair, and brilliant eyes.

“Can I help you?” she asked, not unkindly, after several moments of loaded silence. Her eyes were narrowed ever so slightly, though John felt no hostility in the stare.

“I-” John was suddenly speechless. He’d simply assumed knocking would be the hardest part. This continued necessity of courage was drawing him from sanity. “I was wondering- is Sherlock Holmes here?”

“Oh dear, I’m afraid he’s not here at the moment,” she said with her voice brimming with regret as though she hadn’t just set fire to John’s world with the smallest of words.

No. His mind rebelled against processing what she’d said. No. The world was spinning, the woman disappearing behind miles of blurred concentration. No. It couldn’t be.

“I’m sorry,” he uttered with unadulterated panic shaking his words. His eyebrows were touching on another, his arm steadying him against the brick wall next to the door. “Did you just- Did you say ‘he?’”

Her eyes grew wide, her mouth open and she was clearly equal parts confused and alarmed by the aggressive reaction to have seized him. He watched as she visibly scanned him for hints of the situation, her mouth moving with silent words as she scrambled for the proper response.

“Yes,” she finally said slowly. “Are you a client? Did you hear of him through his advertisement in the paper?”

Him. His. Sherlock Holmes. A man.

“Yes.” His throat was sandpaper, his muscles moving on their own to say the word with some ancient instinct to sink or swim in overwhelming information. “Can you tell me when h-he’ll be available?”

“Well he should be back- I’m sorry, are you quite alright?”

No, nothing was alright. “Yes. Please, when can I see him?”

She scanned his face for context of his reaction but found none. Instead, she answered with impossible sluggishness, “Tomorrow. He’ll be seeing clients at 2.”

“Thank you.” He was moving away and could no longer see her or the building or the street or anything in this world. All that existed was this endless dark tunnel and him, clawing his way out. His feet carried him down the street and he crouched down on the pavement when his feet were unable to carry him any longer.

What had Victor said? John wracked his mind, scrambling for the memories that were painful to recall.

“You got a girl back home?” John had asked.

Victor had smiled a mischievous grin and John had wondered why he looked like he had a secret. “I’ve got a special someone, yeah.”

“A wife?”

“We’re married, yeah.”

“What’s her name?” John asked, imagining what the Trevor household must be like outside the tragedy of war.

“Their name is Sherlock. Holmes- wanted to keep their last name.”

All the discussion of Victor’s partner and never once had he used any indication of gender. The conversations ran through his head on repeat in dizzying circles until John was mad with the repetitions.

How was this possible? Victor was married- to a man? How? Sherlock was… a man? But wasn’t Sherlock a girl’s name? He never had heard it, he supposed. A unique name for a unique woman, he’d thought.

That meant… Victor was… gay.

God. The hurt penetrated deep within him and consumed every trace of joy that remained in his wounded heart. How could Victor not have told him? He understood the dangers involved in revealing homosexuality in the military, but God, they were best friends. He was John’s one shining light to provide him with guidance through hell.

But had John not reciprocated the secrecy? Was John not guilty, himself, of disguising his own attractions in men?

John’s skin itched everywhere. He wanted to claw at every inch of himself until he bore the painful scars that he deserved. He longed to tear apart his skin until the pain inside him was free.

Instead, he pulled himself up, heaved a breath of city air, and forced himself onward. Ever the soldier, ever the war-induced clarity of action.

TAGS: @benzedrine-calmstheitch and @sherlockedcarmilla asked to be tagged in the sneak peek. @anchored-in-high-tide didn’t ask, but I think she’d like to know that it’s up. :) If anybody else would like to be tagged in future updates, reply to this post or send me a message. <3

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Lost RP? Mer!lock

You're now chatting with a random stranger. Say hi!

You both like Johnlock.

Stranger: [Mer!lock AU] Down in the water, Sherlock had nothing but time and freedom to do with what he wished. Perhaps this would have been considered enviable to some, and indeed many of his own kind seemed to do perfectly useful and productive things with this flexible schedule of theirs, but it didn't prevent it from being so overwhelmingly boring to him. He spent his days doing whatever it was he was told not to do until it came to this. Out in the distance, he could see a ship. He'd been told about them, read about them in whatever half destroyed books he could salvage from shipwrecks. They were horrible and dangerous and fascinated him greatly. It only took a minute to work up enough courage to move closer and investigate. Looking up, he could hear voices and saw brief flashes of figures walking around. Leaning against the railing, also, there was a man. Blond, handsome. In the stupid way only those who'd never really before met a human, he fell immediately in love, though he himself knew the concept itself was absolutely insane. But now that he had to talk to him, how on earth could he manage to catch the attention of this potentially horrible and dangerous man without also catching the attention from the other potentially horrible and dangerous men? He went with the obvious and stupid. "Hello." He trusted the water to hide his nature.

You: John nearly jumped out of his skin at the greeting before turning around and seeing a man in the water below, just treading water beside the ship. "Oh, hello there," he greeted with a small chuckle, taking in the other's gorgeous features, his dark, wet curls, his eyes, a stunning light blue, and cheekbones that could cut like a knife. John realised he was probably staring a moment too long before he smiled to himself. "Sorry, I just never thought I'd see anyone swimming this far out. What's your name?"

Stranger: The moment it was clear that his attempt at communication wasn't going to be met with some unnecessary violence, he grinned, mind running with the possibilities this conversation could lead to. There were certainly plenty of things to learn from humans. "Oh, I doubt you would either, but I'm a very good swimmer, you know. My name is Sherlock. And yours?"

You: "And you're very humble about it too," John teased playfully as he smiled down at the gorgeous man in the water. "I'm John. It's nice to meet you," he told the other warmly. Sherlock. What an interesting name. They were only just meeting, but it seemed to suit the other man perfectly. "I feel awful for you to be all the way down there. I can toss you a line for you to come up if you'd like?"

Stranger: Sherlock, as caught up as he was with the lovely smile on John's face, was quick to shake his head when he suggested tossing a line down. "No, no, it's alright. As much as interesting as it would be to see your ship, I can't stay very long." He mentally cursed himself for cutting his time short. But it was necessary, if he didn't want to be discovered.

You: "That's a shame, I was hoping I could get to know such a fantastic and gorgeous swimmer such as yourself," John told him with a charming smile. He really hoped he could get something from the other. It wasn't every day that someone so beautiful just /swam/ over to talk to him. "Is there any way I might be able to get in touch with you?"

Stranger: Sherlock was quickly back to smiling. He did rather enjoy a compliment, certainly when it came from somebody as interesting as a human, and as handsome as John was. "I'm afraid not. But who knows, maybe I'll see your ship again and swim by to say hi again."

You: "I'd really like that," John told him, probably grinning like an idiot. It seemed silly that he'd get a number from someone so clearly out of his league, though it didn't hurt to try. "Hopefully I'll see you around soon, Sherlock."

Stranger: "Yes, I'll surely see you around." Sherlock grinned right back at John, a curious lightness in his chest. This was an awful idea, absolutely terrible, but he didn't regret it in the least. He backed away a little. "Until then."

You: God, that /smile/... John was sure he was falling head over heels for someone he'd only just met, but he couldn't help it. "Of course. Just be safe out there. I'm sure you have plenty of experience, but it doesn't hurt to be careful."

Stranger: "I'll be careful." Sherlock promised, slipping under the water and swimming away, grinning the whole while. He forced himself to wait at least two days before going to find the ship again, hoping it would look like an accident, a coincidence, like he wasn't looking. He circled around the ship when he spotted it, looking for John.

You: During the next couple days, John went about his business, making sure his small sailboat stayed on course. It was far too likely that Sherlock was some figment of his imagination, and John sighed at the possibility. He did seem far too perfect... He leaned over the railing and looked out at the horizon, daydreaming about the gorgeous swimmer.

Stranger: When Sherlock spotted John, finally, he beamed, popping up and squeezing the water out of his hair before calling for John's attention. "Hello!"

You: The familiar voice brought a grin to John's face as he looked over to the source. "Hey, how've you been?" He asked, taking in the sight of the other.

Stranger: "Oh, I've been alright. A little bored, but I'm pleased to see you again. And how have you been?" Sherlock asked, swimming close to John's ship, watching the lovely man.

You: "I've been alright. Enjoying the ocean as always," John told him with a small chuckle. "Though I can understand the boredom too. It's certainly nice to have company."

Stranger: "Oh, the ocean. I'm quite tired of the ocean. Certainly, it's beautiful, but I know there's more." Sherlock scoffed.

You: "Most people say the same thing about land," John told him as he shook his head in amazement. "Especially when there's so much of the ocean that hasn't been explored..."

Stranger: "I feel I've explored enough. I've been surrounded by ocean my whole life." Sherlock sighed, glancing off at the horizon. "I'd love to see some proper cities. Countries. The whole world."

You: "Do you live on an island or something? Or do you live on shore?" John asked curiously. "I'm sure you've been living by the ocean for a while if you're this comfortable swimming it."

Stranger: "An island." Sherlock answered with a little wave of his hand. It was close enough go the truth. "It's empty and dull."

You: "I'm sure that's not entirely true, but I can see how you might get a bit stir crazy," John told him with a small smile. "Just a thought, I know we haven't known each other long, but I think I'd enjoy traveling with you."

Stranger: Sherlock was both delighted and upset to hear it. "I think I would too. But I can't."

You: John let out a small sigh. "I figured. But you seem like a wonderful person."

Stranger: "So do you. But I couldn't possibly leave my brother, and he's quite happy where he is." It was a poor excuse, but he hoped that John would take it. "Though I do appreciate the offer."

You: "Are you and your brother close then?" John asked curiously, happy to learn more about the other, even if he couldn't coax the other to tag along.

Stranger: Sherlock chuckled quietly. "Oh, no, not really. But it's only us living there. I can't leave him alone." He shrugged.

You: "I can understand that a bit," John told him. "I used to be like that with my sister, though we've drifted apart lately."

Stranger: "Oh, you have a sister? Tell me about her. And where are you from?" Sherlock asked, curious.

You: "Yeah, we're from London," John told him with a soft smile. "Well, she's a bit younger than me, sassy, good sense of humour. Though she's gotten into some bad habits more recently. What's your brother like?"

Stranger: "A pain." Sherlock answered easily. "Controlling, irritating, etcetera. What's London like? I'm pretty sure I've heard of it."

You: "You're pretty sure? I thought everyone knew about it," John chuckled as he sat down with his legs dangling over the edge of the boat. "And god, it's amazing. Huge, lots of history, and culture..."

Stranger: "Live on an island with my brother, remember?" Sherlock pointed out, watching John's legs, comparing them in his mind to the skeletons he'd seen in shipwrecks and trying to figure how they worked. "Where else have you been?"

You: "Well, I served in the army, and I was deployed to Afghanistan for a while, though I didn't complete my tour. I got shot instead," John told him. "Though I've also been to Paris for a weekend, which was lovely. Though those are the most impressive places I've been," John added with a small shrug.

Stranger: "Paris. Afghanistan. London. Oh, that sounds lovely. I do wish I could see them." Sherlock sighed. "I've seen sketches of places. The ones I can save, though most of it is too damaged to get any use out of."

You: John furrowed his brow at what Sherlock told him. "What do you mean exactly?" he asked softly. "I because I have some pictures if you'd like to see them."

Stranger: "What, really?" Sherlock asked, perking up. "I mean, sometimes I go down as far as I can, and I look through shipwrecks for as long as I can. Sometimes I find books, drawings, those sorts of things, but it's been in the water so long it's damaged."

You: "That's incredible. Most people need scuba gear to do that. But, you don't have like a computer or anything?" John asked, intrigued even more, though he wanted to show Sherlock the photos he had, and he started to get up to go below deck. "I'll be just a moment, I'm going to get a photo album I have."

Stranger: "What's a computer?" Sherlock asked, more to himself than John, and nodded when he backed away, glancing around as he waited for him to come back with his pictures.

You: John furrowed his brow even more when he heard Sherlock murmur under his breath, though he still went down, grabbed the photos he had of him and old friends, and some of him and his buddies from the army. He soon came back up, smiling at the other man. "You know, you can come up if you want to. I'm sure it'll be easier to look at them, and I promise I don't bite."

Stranger: Sherlock sighed. "John, I'd love to, really, I would. But I can't. It's complicated." He rubbed the back of his neck, wishing he could go up there with John and take him up on his earlier offer.

You: "You know, it might make me sound more suspicious, but I really promise I'm not a murderer," John told him playfully. "But really, I'm not going to pressure you to, but if you ever wanted to come up, you can come and go as you please, I'm not going to stop you," he assured him as he sat back down and flipped open the album, holding it out to Sherlock. "So the first section is filled with my friends and I in London, if you wanted to flip through."

Stranger: Sherlock took the album carefully, glancing through and gaping at the pictures. "John, this is amazing!" He exclaimed. The city , from what he could see of it in the pictures, looked fantastic, full of things to discover. It was a shame he couldn't go.

You: John smiled as he watched Sherlock's face as he went through the photos, how he seemed to light up at seeing everything. "There should be a bit of Paris after that, and then there are a few photos of Afghanistan towards the end," he added, watching the other man pour over the images.

Stranger: It amazed Sherlock how different the three places were from each other, when it was surely all just land. And even then, how different they looked from the beaches and islands Sherlock was used to. "Oh, it's all gorgeous! I wish I could see for myself." He reluctantly handed the album back, he'd hate for it to get wet.

You: John couldn't help but notice when Sherlock stretched up to hand the album back, that there were traces of scales on his hips. God, this really was too good to be true. He'd really just dreamed up a merman to talk to. Well, at least he didn't feel so lonely. "I'd love to take you, but I know you have your reasons to stay."

Stranger: "I hate my reasons." Sherlock crossed his arms, looking back at John who had a curious expression. But he wasn't acting violent, so for the time being, it didn't matter.

You: "I'm happy to chat with you, especially if it gives you some time to escape for a while," John told him softly. He wasn't sure what would happen if he commented on his observation, though for now, he decided to keep it quiet.

Stranger: "I suppose chatting will just have to do." Sherlock sighed, a little saddened, but he'd survive. "You're on the water now. Where are you going?"

You: "Well, I'm actually just sailing for enjoyment's sake. My therapist suggested I do something that would relax me, and I used to do a bit of sailing when I was younger, so here I am," John told him. "What about you? You must swim a lot of distance."

Stranger: "My island's really not that far from here. And there isn't much else to do, so, swimming." Sherlock shrugged. "What's a therapist?"

You: "A therapist is a bit like a doctor, but instead of fixing your body when it gets hurt, they help you fix your mind," John explained. If Sherlock really was a merman, then it would explain why he wasn't so familiar with everything.

Stranger: "Oh, that is interesting. Does everybody have a therapist?" Sherlock asked. His species was more isolated, spread out. He rarely saw much of anybody, really. Nor did he really know what a doctor was, but he picked that up from context.

You: "Not everyone. People mostly get one when they realise they need that kind of help. Though most everyone has a doctor," John told him with a small smile. "In fact, I'm one."

Stranger: "Really?" Sherlock smiled. "You fix people's bodies when they get hurt? How do you do that?"

You: "Well, it's a rather simplified explanation, but if someone has a bad cut for example, I can give them stitches and bandages so they heal better. And if someone gets sick, I can prescribe medicine that will help them fight off whatever illness they have," John explained with a fond smile.

Stranger: "Medicine." Sherlock repeated, resting his elbows against the side of the ship. "Tell me about that. How does that work?"

You: "Well, different medicines do different things. Like there are some that will help your body fight viruses and bacteria that make you sick. Others might help relieve pain. A lot of times, it's finding substances that work with someone's body to help address the cause of whatever's ailing them," John told him, hoping that made sense.

Stranger: Sherlock nodded slowly. He would have liked to know how they did that, but the information he had would do. "That's amazing."

You: "Thanks," John told him with a small smile as he took in the sight of the other. "It's wonderful to have someone to talk to out here."

Stranger: "I think so, too. I think I got lucky, considering you could have been anybody when I said hello." Sherlock chuckled. John could have been violent, rude, mean. But, instead he was nice.

You: "I'm just amazed you came all the way out here. You also have a very curious mind, which I think is wonderful," John told him with a smile in admiration.

Stranger: "Land is a very curious subject. Especially when I have so small a patch of it." Sherlock pointed out with a grin in return.

You: John smiled at that, giving a small hum as he gazed at the merman. He wondered vaguely what it might be like to swim with him, though he didn't want to seem too intrusive.

Stranger: Sherlock cocked his head, smiling faintly still. "What're you thinking about now?"

You: "To be honest, what it must be like to swim with you," John answered honestly. "I'm not sure I'd ever be able to keep up."

Stranger: Sherlock laughed softly at that, shrugging. It was probably a dangerous idea, but he'd had plenty of them before and survived. "Well, there's only one way to find out, really."

Stranger has disconnected.

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Johnlock Prompts

Sherlock loves John but now that John's suppose to marry Mary he's decided cutting off contact with his blogger would be best and would hurt less than having to see John married to someone else. After all John's already left him and their life behind so it's just up to Sherlock to finish the job. Then he'll be able to lock his heart back up and go back to being alone the way he was before John walked into his life. But what are John's feelings going to be once he notices Sherlock is gone from his life again and that this time he intends to stay gone. They say you don't know what you have until it's gone, maybe John should have payed more attention to what it was he had because now Sherlock might not be willing to give it back.

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John finally notices how much of an ungrateful arse he's been and tries to make it up to Sherlock and win him back. John may have grieved for Sherlock but Sherlock gave up everything to the point that he had nothing not even his identity left just to keep John safe. The only thing Sherlock had while he was gone was pain, loneliness, and the fear that if he messed up the people he loved might pay the price. John at least had his friends and family to help him when Sherlock was gone. But Sherlock was never a trusting person to begin with and John's already betrayed him by leaving him for someone else once so why would he trust that John won't do it again?

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John finds out Sherlock is related to the royal family when they're invited to tea. He may also be having a slight freak out, he's not sure if it's the thought of Sherlock being related to royalty or the queen thinking they're a couple that's causing him the most trouble.

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John and Sherlock met and got married before John went to Afghanistan and now he's back home and wants to surprise Sherlock. But when he shows up at the crime scene Sherlock is at he sees two officers bullying Sherlock and he is pissed. Sherlock might be difficult to deal with but they should not be treating any civilian like that, they should know how to act like professionals. And Sherlock may not care what they say to him but John sure does and he wants them to pay. He doesn't care if they get demoted, fired, or suspended and forced to attend some kind of professional sensitivity class but they won't get away with treating his husband the way they have even if he has to call Mycroft for help.

(In other words I'm annoyed at how Lestrad never seems to do anything about how unprofessional Sally and Anderson act toward Sherlock and want John to demand something be done about it)

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John finally meets the rest of the Holmes family and to say he's uncomfortable would be a understatement. Between Mycroft the supposed British Government, little brother Quinton who's a MI6 quartermaster, little brother's maybe boyfriend James who may or may not be some type of super secret spy, mummy or Victoria a semi-retired wet-works agent, and Ivan the father who seems to be a retired KGB agent, Sherlock seems to be the least likely person at the table to be able to get away with killing him. And after everything John's seen Sherlock do that's not a comforting thought. How was he suppose to know that out of everyone in his family Sherlock was actually the normal one?

(Or I think Victoria from RED would make a lovely/ bad ass mummy Holmes and Q a adorable little brother. And James and Ivan need to be to be thrown in for fun.)

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When Sherlock starts spending evenings with someone else John must re-evaluate his feelings for his best friend. Because green was never a good color on him but he seems to be wearing it far to often lately. But in John's opinion Sherlock could do a lot better than the git he keeps going to lunch with. ...Or maybe that's just the jealousy talking.

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John is in trouble. He was suppose to bring his fiance to his family reunion to meet his parents only for him to walk in on her cheating on him a week earlier, so now he's stuck on his way to a family gathering without a fiance for his parents to coo over. Instead he'll show up alone, have to tell his family what happened, and be subjected to the pitying looks, whispers, lectures over how he should have tried harder, and his mothers lamentation over how he's going to die alone.

But after getting tipsy on the plane in preparation for the humiliation of facing his family he ends up poring the whole story out to his seatmate. The tall, posh, fellow (who he learns is named Sherlock) ends up taking some type of pity on him as he willingly helps John off the plane when they arrive. What actually surprises him is that when his parents mistake Sherlock as the fiance John was bringing with him Sherlock goes along with it! Now the two of them are stuck in a hotel full of Watsons pretending to be engaged and trying to solve a mystery. And maybe they'll find out there's more than pretend feelings between them while they're at it.

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Sherlock rescues a drowning man and brings him to his cove. It's all for the sake of science of course. No Mer has ever had the chance to observe a human up close and Sherlock intends to be the first. Just think of everything he'll be able to learn from this man! Now he just has to figure out a way around that pesky language barrier.

Either John's dreaming or dead because that's the only option for why he's on a deserted island looking at the most gorgeous man he's ever seen. A man who's sporting a honest to god fish tail. Oh and the merman doesn't seem to speak or understand a word of English. Bloody brilliant.

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During a murder case Lestrade and the others at NSY come across something surprising about Sherlock not only is he married, but he treats his husband in a decidedly un-Sherlock way. If it wasn't for Sherlock treating them the same the officers of the Met would have thought he'd either been body snatched or replaced by a clone. Because before they saw him with the unassuming army doctor they would have told you the words Sherlock, nice, cuddly, or affectionate, do not go together ever.

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When the small creature walked into his den Smaug saw a face he had thought never to see again. There trying to match wits with him was his clever, lovely, brilliant, John. He hadn't seen John since the time when he'd solved crimes while running through a city that was now long gone, and was going by his true name of Sherlock. Of all the things he misses in his long life John was at the very top. So maybe he can figure a way to get this version of John to stay with him? A bargain perhaps? And then he can go about getting his silly little jewel to remember him. And this time he'll make sure to bind his frustrating treasure to him so they can always be together. And dear god please have finally let him have come to terms with his sexuality, because if he's still lieing to himself about it at this point there really isn't much hope for him!

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When John offers Sherlock the position of best man, Sherlock turns him down telling him he has a case away from London and couldn't possibly accept. What no one seems to have told John is that the 'case' is that Sherlock is leaving London and not coming back. After all what was the use of coming back to London if the one he came back for doesn't want him anymore? He could do just as well starting over in another city, without John and the constant memories.

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John's seen the beautiful man almost every day but he's never heard him speak a word of English only French. But he really want's to talk to him and maybe even ask him on a date so he spends a month trying to learn French. Only to find out the man speaks English better than John, and thinks his haistly learned French is absolutly terrible.

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When Sherlock returns from Siberia he's entirely changed. He's quiet, subdued, clingy, flinches at the slightest insult, and asks permission from John to do almost everything. Will John be able to draw the Sherlock that he remembers back out or is this scared broken version all that's left of the person he cares most for.

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What would have happened if Sherlock hadn't stopped and grabbed his sheet when Mycroft stepped on it? Would John have been able to keep up his 'not gay' argument after seeing Sherlock completely bare?

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John and Sherlock have to go undercover for a case... at a school. God help them all. John thinks they'll be lucky if Sherlock doesn't send the other teachers home in a fit of tears or blow up his classroom.

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Rosie's class is having a parent/child tea date. Unfortunately John has to work and can't go, but that's fine with Rosie because she can take Papa Sherlock instead.

The teachers are a bit suprised and confused as the tall dark haired man Rosie Watson brought and is addressing as Papa is no where close to the short blond haired man who is suppose to be her father.

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Fed up with Mycroft endlessly parading potential fiancées in front of him, Sherlock realizes there’s one foolproof way to stop his brother. Sure, a make-believe engagement is pretty drastic, and his would-be spouse is hardly his type. He seems entirely boring and normal. But Sherlock soon finds there’s much more to John than meets the eye...

When he answers an ad to a interview, John assumes it’s for a job. The next thing he knows, he’s temporarily betrothed! The easy part: feigning starry-eyed passion for Sherlock whenever they’re in public. The hard part? Pretending he isn’t completely gone on the mad genius in private.

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John and Sherlock have been in a relationship but John's wanted to keep their relationship a secret. When Sherlock sees John flirting with a woman he decides to teach John a lesson on how it feels to be on Sherlock's end of things.

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When Harry learns John's still in denial about his feelings for Sherlock when she'd actually thought they'd already been dating she decides it's time for someone to push her brother out of that deep dark closet he's been hiding in and out into the light.

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Sherlock would really like it pointed out that he is neither female nor Rosie's mother. So no he is not 'Mama' despite how many times she says so. He'd settle for her calling him Sher or even Lock, really any variation of his name will do at this point. Because when a small girl calls a grown man Mama people are bound to comment and he does so hate hearing the comments of idiots.

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After a case a sleep deprived John ends up kissing Sherlock on the forehead before going to bed. Oops.

#Johnlock Prompts Fanfiction Sherlock Holmes John Watson

[sciencevillain]

Johnlock Ficlet: In Which John Walks Into the Bathroom and Sherlock Didn’t Lock the Door And is In the Bathtub and (apparently) Obliviously Talks At John like “oh hi I think moriarty’s planning this next” But John is Too High-Key Flustered to Do Anything Except Internally Scream

John stood in the middle of the kitchen, flipping through mail. “You’ve got three-”

“Details,” Sherlock interrupted, eyes glued to his laptop screen.

John paused, pursed his lips, creased his forehead, and tore open the first one. His eyes flicked back to Sherlock, letting the half-way pulled out letter slip back into its envelope. “Are you sure you don’t want to-”

“Yes.” Sherlock glanced at John just long enough for John to notice the sideways flick of attention. “The cases, they have so much information carried on a single envelope. It’s wasting my...” he gestured at his hair, searching for words, “my... head space. Unless you read it to me. The interesting ones.”

John stared at him for a moment. Head space? It had been barely a couple months since moving into 221B, and he still hadn’t gotten used to Sherlock Holmes. Sliding the letter out of its envelope, he muttered, “Alright.” It wasn’t like he hadn’t done this before. But the rapid blinking Sherlock performed while thinking of his next word had thrown him off guard. Sometimes John wondered exactly how much of his head space Sherlock had unwittingly claimed. All those bizarre case requests John had read out to him, all the rules he’d memorized to keep himself sane (don’t drink the “tea” in the fridge, don’t bother asking about the body parts, etc), all the times Sherlock had whipped off his scarf with his muscles clenched, coat billowing behind him as he ran...

“Well?” Sherlock said, giving John his full attention for once. Right. The letter.

John unfolded it, skimming over the contents. Would Sherlock find this one interesting? He never could tell. Not quite meeting his green-grey-blue eyes, John said, “Something about a dog. A drowned dog that... swallowed a wedding ring?”

Sherlock shook his head, eyes rolling. “The sister did it on purpose. Next.”

Sometimes John wanted to ask; if the case was so easy, why didn’t he just send them a quick reply? But this was Sherlock he was talking about. Normal decency didn’t seem to ever cross his mind.

He opened the next envelope. “Oh, that’s odd.”

Sherlock jumped out of his chair, snatching the letter out of his hand. The paper was empty.

Sherlock held it up to his face in the direction of the lamp. “Either a child sent me something in invisible ink, or things are about to get very very interesting...”

“Interesting as in deadly?” John asked.

“Ooh, maybe,” Sherlock replied, throwing a little grinch-smile in John’s direction.

Without quite realizing it, John’s heartbeat sped up. Nothing like a bit of danger to get his mind off of things. This must have been what kept them together, at 221B. The part of themselves that leaned into danger instead of flinching away from it.

Before he knew it, Sherlock was rushing off to get lemon juice and the other usual invisible-ink detectors. He also grabbed random things on his way by, including John’s phone and a tube of lipstick -- a clue from an old case. John heard him sit down in the kitchen with his feet on the chair.

Bemused, he followed Sherlock into the kitchen. “What’s interesting? You’ve thrown out dozens of empty papers before.”

“Moriarty,” Sherlock breathed, leaning into the paper with a microscope. “Not sure, but possible. Has signs of his handiwork.”

John’s breath caught. That lunatic from the pool? Maybe Sherlock’s inclination to lean into danger was stronger than his. Or maybe he was just an idiot. Even so, he walked up to the kitchen table and leaned in over Sherlock’s shoulder. “What do you think it’s about?”

Sherlock didn’t seem to hear him. John frowned. Better to give him space to think than endure Sherlock’s irritation over being brought out of his thoughts.

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John heard movement in the kitchen and stood up, making his way towards the noise.

“Stupid!”

“What?” John asked. The “letter” was crumpled up into a loose ball on the table, among scattered objects.

Sherlock turned to face John, seething. “That woman from the store! Called me rude... let me see the envelope.”

He strode into the living room and brought it back, turning it over in his hands. “Butterfly stamp. Children colored on it, didn’t have any other envelopes to use. Idiot! It’s just a prank, of course it’s a prank...”

John couldn’t help himself from smirking.

“What?” Sherlock snapped, before storming out of the room. A second later, he heard the bathroom door close.

Still smirking, he walked back into the living room to look at job offers again. Lately Sherlock had taken to spending inordinate amounts of time in the shower or the bath. Helped him think, he claimed. However true that might be, seeing Sherlock in the bath wouldn’t help John think straight. His mind flicked back to a greek sculpture he’d seen at a museum he’d visited with a date once. It had borne such a resemblance to Sherlock’s face that he had to stare and move on quickly at the same time, before the date could notice he was blushing. The mere thought of it made his cheeks feel warm, even now. Seeing your flatmate depicted naked in excruciatingly detailed marble would do that to anyone, he supposed. A bit awkward, a bit silly. A bit... surprising. He halted that line of thought abruptly, forcing himself to focus on the job offers website.

He could hear running water. A bath, then. Not a shower. Some part of him had kept track, based on the hypothesis that showers were for short problems, and baths were for long ones. Sherlock’s scientist-mind must have rubbed off on him. John took a deep breath. It’s not the thought of adventure that sends your heart racing...

(this is the 1/2 or 1/3 mark. Keep reading for more frustrating johnlock tension)

John tried to shove thoughts of Sherlock out of his mind, failing even more miserably this time. A walk. What he needed was a walk. Anything to free him from the odd tension in his chest, and the rapid beating of his heart. Maybe I can get work at a hospital. Emergency room or something. He re-focused on the web page, calming down as he pondered the best line of work to fit his experience as an army doctor. Maybe he could work with Scotland Yard. Sherlock didn’t have enough allies within that system. Granted, he hadn’t exactly earned any allies, but at least Sherlock would be able to work with him professionally instead of Anderson or Donovan, clearing up the problem of-

“JOHN!” shouted Sherlock from the bathroom.

Immediately John surged to his feet and ran to the bathroom, flinging the door open without thinking. With Moriarty on the loose, and the urgency of Sherlock’s cry, one could never be too...

...careful.

All the careful focus he’d put into calming himself down flew out the window. Sherlock was sitting in the bath, without so much as a towel to cover himself. They both stared at each other, frozen in place for one excruciating second.

Sherlock was the first to regain his composure. “I’ve been looking at it wrong,” he said with an electric undercurrent to his careful words. He stared at the wall in front of himself, eyes moving back and forth like he’d just snapped several puzzle pieces together into a realization.

John couldn’t breathe. This isn’t- this isn’t how you usually react to catching a friend in the bath, is it? He could hardly form the thought at all, let alone linger on it. He had a jumper tied around his waist, otherwise he’d have clasped his hands together in the front.

Sherlock continued speaking. It felt like the world was crumbling and rearranging itself all around him, and it took everything he had in him to process the words. Was it too late to mutter “sorry” and close the bathroom door? To back out before this escalated? At Angelo’s when they first met, Sherlock had said he was married to his work, and John just couldn’t just stand here like a statue. Sherlock would deduce him.

But Sherlock was still staring at the wall in front of him, and he couldn’t just walk out while he was talking, regardless of how many times Sherlock had done it to him. He was safe, for now. “It’s not the woman! Or it is the woman, and she’s-- or he’s imitating her to-- but it doesn’t matter who, what matters is, it doesn’t matter if it’s a prank! Moriarty, John, Moriarty is behind this, just like with the gang and the cabbie.”

He glanced at John and John felt certain time would stop and Sherlock would know but nothing happened except the roaring in his ears got more deafening, and Sherlock said, “Don’t just stand there, sit down for heaven’s sake. You look like a fish with it’s guts stripped out.

Not an inaccurate description, John thought, amazed that Sherlock hadn’t noticed his blush. Or maybe he’d taken it to be the normal reaction of any polite human being; embarrassed by nakedness. Maybe that’s all he was feeling. Every fiber of his body laughed at the idea. His left hand tapped against his leg nervously. No. He couldn’t just sit down. Where? On the floor? In the bath?

He almost said something. He almost told Sherlock that he was in the bath and it was indecent and could he at least get a towel on before talking to other human beings, but... but what?

Feeling like he’d just stepped off one of those roller-coasters that’s so fast they leave your heart in your throat and you step onto solid ground with an uncomfortably feather-like feeling, John sat down beside the bath. Not too close, but not particularly far away, either. If he sat at just the right angle, he wouldn’t be able to see under the water, or let his eyes wander anywhere more intimate than Sherlock’s face. The pounding dizziness overcoming him suggested that he was on the verge of doing something he’d regret. And the worst part was, he couldn’t decide it he wanted to stop himself.

“Hmm?” John realized Sherlock was staring at him expectantly.

Sherlock studied his face much too curiously for his liking. “I said, this could be the beginning of Moriarty’s games. His plan to “burn the heart out of me,” as I think he put it.”

“Oh...” John swallowed, looking at his fingernails to get his eyes off of Sherlock. His thoughts wouldn’t stop. They didn’t slow. They went into places he’d forbidden himself from ever thinking. But still, he managed to finish his sentence. “His game? You mean other than trying to get us blown up?”

Sherlock smirked, looking away into the water he was soaking in. “Good, isn’t he? You couldn’t find a better opponent for chess.”

John’s teeth clenched ever so slightly. “Good?“ he didn’t know what he was feeling on top of everything else, what with the avalanche of impulses and chemicals pumping through him like a mosh pit at a rock concert... overwhelmed, maybe, was the one emotion he could safely pick out.

“Skilled, John, not loyal and morally upright like yourself. Good at manipulation. Evasion. Consulting criminal... and I didn’t even notice the first clue at first.” He stood up, bath water streaming off of him with a splash that flew over the side of the bathtub and got John’s knee wet.

For a split second John’s mind short circuited, as he experienced the sensation of staring at the statue in that museum all over again, needing to get away as soon as possible but being unable to look away at the same time. He swallowed, internally screaming as he fought against his subconscious’s unanimous shout of desire. The parts of himself that he’d been able to explain away, or straight-out ignore, until now... now... a spasm ran down his spine... he stayed seated on the floor... Sherlock took a towel from its hook and his arms lifted, muscles in his shoulders shifting as he ruffled his hair with the towel to dry it off. John willed himself to shut his eyes, to spare himself from beauty so perfect it was burning him, dissolving him, like the holy grail burning its captors to ash at the end of that one Indiana Jones movie...

And then the moment was over, as Sherlock wrapped the towel around his waist. John realized he’d been holding his breath, and tried to discreetly release it. He also realized hardly five seconds had passed. Sherlock’s laser-focused excitement sent him bursting through the doorway. On his way to his bedroom to change, he called out, “Uncrumple that paper for me, will you?”

John stayed sitting on the bathroom floor. He’d never felt anything like that before in his life. Not even when Moriarty strapped him to a bomb. Not even when Sherlock ripped said bomb off of him with a strikingly good imitation of actual concern.

His breaths came out shaky. No point in ignoring it anymore. This wasn’t just an... an emotion. This wasn’t polite embarrassment. It was helpless, hopeless, and crushing. He’d never be able to un-see that. Ever. Two halves of himself silently argued over whether he should try to forget it, or let himself be carried along by the rip current. His feet had already been dragged out from beneath himself, hadn’t they? But Sherlock hadn’t noticed. Maybe he really was incapable of feeling love. In which case, he could still salvage this. He could still dig in his heels and proclaim himself Sherlock’s straight friend, and nothing else.

...could he?

Sherlock had asked him to uncrumple the letter for him. John seized upon this fact, and used it to stand up. He used it to carry himself into the kitchen, and to complete the small task. No matter what had happened just now, it changed nothing. If he focused on moving through the rest of today one step at a time, maybe the feeling of having swallowed a fiercely giddy wildfire would go away. Or at least fade. Or at least become manageable enough that he would be able to think about something other than-

Sherlock entered the room, fully clothed now. Their fingers brushed as he took the smoothed-out paper from under John’s hand on the table. John withdrew his hand a little quicker than usual. As usual, his sensible side took over. He’s unavailable. A sociopath. Annoying. Inconsiderate. Childish...

But did he really believe all that? Moments -- memories -- forced their way into the front of his mind. Was the “sociopath” really the machine he’d convinced the world of?

John noticed Sherlock was absorbed in his work. Staring at him for too long, even now, might result in losing control of himself. He had to get out. He had to let this pent-up pressure out, and break free from the rip current dragging him closer and closer to the point of no return.

“I’m going out,” he announced, pleased that his voice didn’t tremble one bit.

“We need milk.” Sherlock’s voice didn’t tremble either, when he replied. And why would it? John knew his feelings would never be reciprocated. He just knew it. It was the only thing keeping him together. The only thing stopping him from embarrassing himself, and letting all the secrets pour out of him like a waterfall of confessions.

Milk. John allowed his focus to zero in on the task. If he could just walk to the door, down the street, around the park a bit, enter the store, buy some milk... then the pressure would go away. Then he’d forget all about this incident, and be able to focus on the problem of Moriarty sending creepy letters, and remember that they would never be --- could never be -- more than friends. As he walked out the door, he told himself that.

(Sherlock, sitting in the kitchen with the blank letter, told himself the same thing. He’s not interested. Obvious. Why can’t you get over it?)

John made his way down the main path towards the store. The fresh air did calm him down a little. He gained enough distance to think of other things. The walking felt nice, so he kept going, further than he ever had before. No metro, no bus, no cab. Just walking.

Eventually he arrived at the museum from what felt like ages ago. Dating a woman. The museum hadn’t been particularly interesting, even. All the same, he promised himself in this moment to never to set foot in that museum again if he could help it. To never walk by that one statue. To never think about the curved musculature of Sherlock’s back. To scourge his memory of the freshly-dried mop of black curls, and the way his entire body had tensed up like a dog anticipating food after hearing Pavlov’s bell.

John promised himself this as he walked into the store, roamed the shelves and aisles, collected some groceries, and went through self-checkout. He promised himself this as he walked back to 221B, and walked up the staircase, and opened the door. He promised himself this as he unloaded the groceries, relieved to feel his heartbeat moving at a normal rate while he put them in the fridge. He was so focused on forgetting, in fact, that he didn’t notice he’d forgotten the milk.

#johnlock #sherlock #fanfic #johnlock fic #John is Flustered #Sherlock is Flustered but deals with it by pretending to ignore John #and John is not good at realizing things #awkward bathtub walk-in moment #moriarty is mentioned #no smut #rated teen I guess?

[lumosinlove]

Do you write Johnlock too? If yes, please can you do "you'll have to carry me" from John to Sherlock? Thanks in advance!

Okay. I wrote this with the intention of including this sentence but then it took me a few days and I completely forgot about the original prompt! I’m so sorry!! But, I still figured I’d post what I had written because I ADORE Johnlock. Anyway, so sorry about that but I really hope you enjoy!!!

Sherlock had never seen John like this. He’d gotten home from the hospital and only mumbled something about a rough day when Sherlock asked. He’d said nothing more until gotten out a scotch and glass and sat down in his chair, only then preceding to demand Sherlock to play for him.

Sherlock had barely been able to focus on the strings and bow. He tried to categorize. Task at hand: Violin: Includes: smooth the bow back and forth, focus on each note-

But each time he felt a warm feeling bubble to his frontal lobe, dispersing the orderly, familiar instructions his mind naturally gave his hands and fingers when it came to his music. He’d pretended he didn’t know what was causing it, but he was too clever to trick himself in such a feeble way. John was looking at him. That was the source of the warmth. John was looking at him, bathed in firelight, lids hooded slightly, and a soft, calm smile on his face. Sherlock had finally cut off mid song, lying that something was off and that he couldn’t play like that. That he’d have to take it to the shops tomorrow. John had just nodded and poured himself another scotch.

That was how the night had begun.

It had escalated into John laughing at almost everything he or Sherlock said. He completely ignored Sherlock’s attempts to find out what had caused this drinking spree, and, honestly, it was getting harder for Sherlock to focus on that task either. He kept finding himself wanting to smile and laugh with John. (Source of Urge: John’s smile).

The warm feeling spread down to his chest. (Cause: John has never laughed this much. Effect: Emotions of happiness and relief that John is laughing.)

Sherlock tried to lie to himself again and ignore the fact that, the real overpowering emotional effect of John’s laughter was complete and utter endearment.

He sat in his chair, feeling his posture becomes less and less stiff the more John talked and laughed at himself. When his own smile finally broke through, however, John’s laughter stopped abruptly and faded into another one of his soft smiles. Just for him, Sherlock liked to think.

Sherlock swore he could feel the warmth in his toes.

“Have you finished then?” Sherlock’s voice came out higher than he meant it. By the soft chuckle John gave, he guessed that it had shown on his face.

John laughed again, letting his head fall back onto his chair and crossing his feet. He set the still half full glass down and eyed the noticeably empty bottle, “Yeah, yeah. Suppose I have.”

“Good. Now we can stop this, and you can tell me what’s really on your-“

“You weren’t enjoying my company, Holmes?”

Sherlock suppressed a slight shiver. His last name sounded entirely different coming from John’s mouth. It wasn’t cross like people usually said it. It was almost…

Sherlock shook himself, “I always enjoy your company, John. I cannot, however, ignore the fact that you are evading an… emotion.”

John laughed or sighed—Sherlock couldn’t decide which—and spread his hands open in surrender, “Well, go on then.”

Sherlock cocked his head to the side slightly, narrowing his eyes, “Go on what?”

John closed his eyes, head resting comfortably on the back of his chair, arms dropping, “Deduce me.”

Seduce me, Sherlock’s mind played instead and he stood abruptly. Heat. He glared at the fire. Heat and alcohol that’s all this is. That’s all that’s happening to you.

He could believe this lie as well, if it weren’t for the fact that he’d had no alcohol. The heat detail only happened in extreme cases. Furthermore, if he was feeling rather hot, it wasn’t from the flames in the fireplace.

He stuttered, “Well- clearly something happened at work.”

John snapped his fingers, words slightly slurred, “Very good. Go again.”

Sherlock opened and closed his mouth a few times, before forcing his eyes away from John’s face so that his other senses could actually perform their jobs. He swiped John’s coat from where it lay on the back of the client’s chair, taking a quick sniff.

“Not female related. No traces of perfume on your coat. You wouldn’t have been this open about it if it had been, so that’s two things that rule that out.” He threw the coat back on the chair, ignoring John’s stare and bringing his fingertips to his chin, “You get a half hour for lunch, not much room for any sort of discomfort there. That leaves work related, and if not female then more specifically patient related.”

Sherlock missed the way John’s smile was faltering. He continued to take long strides back and forth in front of him.

“You were working with young children today, or more specifically one young child.” He did note John’s raised eyebrow, “The Barbie sticker still on your sweater. You took one when the child did signifying you were trying to comfort her. She was scared, meaning it wasn’t a routine check-up, it was something more serious. Something you clearly had been thinking about all day given the fact that the image on the sticker is faded slightly— you’ve been touching it, thinking about the child—and that it is still on your sweater. That means something went wrong, something is wrong, and you’re worried, you wish you could-“

Sherlock froze, realizing what he had just done. John was leaning forward in his chair, head in his hands. Sherlock shuffled on his feet, startled by the sudden change in behavior and guilt rushing through him.

“I-“ He took a step forward, “John..”

“It’s fine.” John’s voice was slightly muffled.

Sherlock struggled with himself a moment more, before resigning into his gut instinct, not matter how odd it felt. He sank slowly to his knees by John’s chair, hands fidgeting in his lap. He wanted so badly to reach out and lift John’s head from his hands. He just wasn’t sure he could do it right.

“I apologize. John, I get… caught up.”

“I know, Sherlock. I know.” He let out another long sigh (Sherlock wished he was still laughing) and sat up, leaning back and looking at Sherlock, “I egged you on. ’s my fault.

“No,” Sherlock couldn’t have that, “No, John, it isn’t. I-“ He scrambled for the right words, an action foreign in itself, “I- John. I have two sides to my brain. One is logical, the other… emotional.”

John furrowed his eyebrows at him, his eyes curious rather than confused.

Sherlock’s hand reached out without his knowledge and he just barely managed to divert its path from John’s knee to the arm rest. His heart beat hard, “I’m all logic. I- You have to understand, I haven’t developed the other half like I have this one. I never thought I would have to, never thought I would, not until-“

They both sucked in a breath. Once again, carried away Sherlock thought.

Not until you he had been about to say.

Sherlock bit his tongue, “I- I… I’m sorry. Sorry, I didn’t mean-“

“Yes you did.” John said quietly.

Sherlock shook his head, caught off guard, “What?”

John suddenly let out a little laugh, his hand coming up to cover Sherlock’s on the armrest, “Sherlock, I know you. You always say what you mean. You were just doing it. Yes, I had a patient. She’s a little girl and she’s sick. That’s what happened. You figured it out and so you said it. So sure of yourself, and then… this. Me…” John’s thumb stroked over his knuckles softly, gently there but not trying to overpower Sherlock or distract, “All of that goes away, doesn’t it?”

Sherlock held his breath, eyes locked on their hands. His breathing was uneven, adrenaline and blood mixing in his veins. He swallowed hard, nodded, “Yes..”

John’s thumb stilled for a moment, then resumed, “Let it, okay? There’s…” John scooted forward in his seat and Sherlock swore the warmth radiating from him was hotter than any fire, “There’s no deducing or analyzing in this, it’s just… this.” He nodded at himself and Sherlock, “Okay?”

Sherlock blinked at John, trying to follow his instructions, trying to stop his brain. But it wouldn’t. It categorized, logging every little thing he wanted—needed—to remember from this moment.

Tan skin—fire light, John. Lips, parted, cheeks colored—result of elevated pulse—reason to be determined. Hair mussed, eyes soft, pupils blown—alcohol? Pupils could also result from attraction. Attraction to whom? Surely not-

“Sherlock, hey, come on back, yeah?” And suddenly John’s hands were on his cheeks, thumbs running along the cheekbones he seemed to pay so much attention to. Sherlock blinked wildly, lips parting, world coming back in focus. His world, at the moment, was full of JohnJohnJohn. John smiled at him, palms warm, “There we go. Come back to me… Finished thinking yet?”

Sherlock was barely aware of his mouth moving, his own voice sounded too loud given how close they were, despite the fact that both of their voices had lowered to just above a whisper, “It’s physically impossible to finish thinking. To accomplish that one would either have to die or become increasingly accomplished at meditat-“

“Sherlock. Look at me.”

Sherlock didn’t think he would ever be able to do anything but look at John again.

John’s thumbs halted on his skin, his eyes were honest and soft and Sherlock doesn’t remember anyone looking at him like that before.

“Sherlock what do you want? No factors, no reasons or logic. What do you want? Just say it. Just say whatever you’d like. Doesn’t have to make sense.”

Sherlock let out a breath. Just say it. His brain instantly went full-power despite himself, weighing the reactions John might have to what his entire body was burning for him to say. Instead of words, he found himself leaning forward ever so slightly. It felt more like he was being pulled forward, his entire being being attracted to John. Just say it.

“John..”

He focused on John’s hands against his skin. He focused on his eyes, his mouth. Nothing about them, just the fact that John was right there in front of him, lovely and patient. Still, the words were stuck in his throat. He couldn’t mess this up. When words failed, Sherlock found, actions didn’t.

He leaned forward and he kissed John Watson.

And his mind went blissfully, simply, blank. Only the moment remained.

John’s lips were warm and soft, slightly tangy from the scotch. He pressed back against Sherlock’s with equal force and, for the moment, Sherlock’s brain didn’t seem to need any of the stimulants it usually went to. He wasn’t doing a million things, thinking a million things at once. All that seemed to be noise now, white noise that silenced itself so quickly at John’s touch it was almost eerie. But it was lovely. It was freeing.

“You.” Sherlock said when they broke apart, foreheads together and breathing deeply, “I want you.”

John smiled, and Sherlock kissed him again before his mind could come back online.

#johnlock #johnlock fic #johnlock headcanons #sherlock #sherlock fic #sherlock fanfic #johnlock fanfic #johnlock fanfiction #writing #sherlock bbc #bbc #john watson #john hamish watson #sherlock holmes #william sherlock scott holmes #sherlock x john #john x sherlock #fanfiction #fic #fanfic

[i-am-gaylocked]

You know what makes me really pissed right now?

On platforms other than tumblr there are loads of people joking about how the fandom is going crazy now because The Kiss™ didn’t happen.

NO.

Fuck you. That’s not why we’re angry.

Of course a kiss would have been awesome, but personally I never believed it to happen anyway, and I would have even lived happily ever after with less Johnlock scenes than we got in the end, even though I ship them like crazy - if only the rest of the plot would have made some sort of sense.

You wanna know what’s bothering me about the (supposedly) final problem?

1. Moriarty was hyped up as the ultimate villain for three seasons and frankly, almost everyone loved him. The creators themselves made such a big fuss about him - only to have him replaced by another supervillain out of nowhere. Moriarty was the ultimate mystery and his reveal was basically “actually he’s just a maniac sidekick executing Eurus’ plans who was kinda bored with living anyway so he killed himself just for the fun of it”. I know they made it hard for themselves to have a truly mind-blowing plot twist with Moriarty since they’ve been stirring his story up for more than two years and expectations were high, but this was anticlimactic and disappointing on a new level.

2. I don’t know much about storytelling, but I do sense that this was bad. For the last three seasons, there have always been subtle and not-so-subtle hints as towards what is going to happen next. Everything was connected and logical to follow and quite frankly, this unique way of building up a plot was one of the things that made me fall in love with this show. Compared to what we have experienced in former episodes, this whole fourth season was utter bullshit. Sure, the basic storyline was connected with the other seasons, but only superficially; most of the “"plot twists”“ happened out of nowhere and made the whole series feel very estranged all of a sudden. E.g., in TRF Moriarty said “Have you worked out what it is yet? The final problem? I did tell you… But did you listen?” - Typical Mofftiss style would have been that some very inconspicious Moriarty line somehow hinted at him pairing up with Sherlock’s unknown sister to “play a game” or destroy Sherlock or seek revenge or whatever. But nothing, NOTHING prepared us for this, although this subtle preparation was what made the show so amazing, which is why this season feels like total nonsense.

3. Eurus’ hyper intelligence was over the top. At the beginning, Sherlock was introduced to us as the ultimate mastermind and we all admired his genius. Then Moriarty entered with a similar, though very psychotic level of genius and we were like “ah, two masterminds battling each other, that’s cool”. Then it turned out that Mycroft is actually even smarter and quicker than Sherlock and everyone was like “well… He’s the older brother, there’s rivalry, he’s gotta feel superior in some way, that’s fine, still kinda fun” and it showed us the borders of Sherlock’s intelligence and made him appear more human, all fine and good. I also get that Eurus kind of reflected that even Mycroft is not the all-knowing, stone-faced, flawless, mature older brother and the ultimate version of smart. But continuously adding more characters to the “flawed mastermind” stack where every new one outsmarts the others feels very cheap and uninnovative. First Moriarty was said to be one of those minds that happens once every few centuries, then Mycroft supposedly straight up Fucked Him Over™ (although he actually didn’t in the end, i know), and then there’s suddenly Eurus out of nowhere and wait she’s even smarter than the rest of them?? Sorry sirs, I’m not buying this.

4. In S3, everything was hinting at Mary having some sort of connection with Moriarty (and we still don’t know how she got into Magnussen’s office that easily because I don’t think she proposed to Janine as well). When Mary’s A.G.R.A background was revealed, I thought it was kinda fucky and far-fetched; I’ve been waiting for the big Mary reveal in TFP. Instead, her conflict apparently counted as solved in T6T and she was turned into a lovable goofball who just so happens to posthumously send old DVD recordings of herself over to Baker Street to whisper sweet nothings to both John an Sherlock so that everyone forgets that she shot Sherlock with the intention to kill him, then drugged him again and overall just manipulated John an Sherlock all the time? Mary is a great, twisted character and I do believe that she’s able to feel love for both boys, but that ending was not her. They were trying to find poetic final words and they didn’t have anyone to give them to but the ex-assassin who murdered her husband’s best friend and lied and lied to her oh-so-beloved John? I don’t think so fuckers.

5. Normally, at the end of a movie (/episode) the viewer should be able to distinguish between such things as imagined/hallucinated locations, events and conversations and what happened in the ‘real world’ of that world. Now, this might have something to do with the fact that English isn’t my first language, but after TFP I’m still a bit clueless about how some scenes were connected and what was actually happening and what wasn’t. (I never had problems like that during the old episodes though, including TAB, which was also really fucky and inception-y.)

6. The Molly scene was hurtful as fuck, and not in a movie-typical, good way. There’s a grown woman who just can’t and can’t get over her crush: Mofftiss’ level of extending this idea always appeared a bit forced to me anyway, but that is neither here nor there now. This scene was emotional abuse, heartbreaking and humiliating and most of all, it was so, so useless. Wow, Sherlock was a dick to Molly once again and this time it broke her completely. This doesn’t help us understand Sherlock’s troubled mind any further nor does it advance the plot in any way, it just crashes another character straight into a brick wall because why the fuck not. (Loo did a great job in this scene tho, probz for that.)

7. I’m still not over how fucking cheap Eurus’ little horror game was. “Let’s lock a few people in one room and make them shoot each other, nonono listen to me this has never been done before because in our show the villain and his victims are related isn’t this awesome?” Wow yeah, truly groundbreaking. What a witty, unique idea. The only good thing about this was that Sian truly was great at pulling of four different roles in a very convincing fashion, credit where credit is due.

8. You don’t say stuff like “It’s making a funny face… I think I’ll put a hole in it” and then reveal that the so-called hole was nothing but a tranquilizer, seriously, where’s the classic Mofftiss genius style in that?

9. The plot and the plot twists of this episode (and the whole season 4 for that matter) were lazy and mainstream compared to BBC Sherlock’s usual standards. I used to love this series for its many-layered stories and characters, but here we have classic Hollywood horror and classic Hollywood psycho villain well beyond any boundaries of normality. Of course I’m not opposed to this kind of stories, but it’s common, you can find stuff like that everywhere. BBC Sherlock used to have a really special, unique way of storytelling and most of it got killed for the sake of cheap ass mistery overload and mainstream horror games.

10. Personally, I can begrudgingly accept the ending that we got, aka “open for interpretation”. If you still want to ignore the gayness that is screaming you in the face, go ahead and call it bro!parentlock, I don’t care. But what I do care about is the line “It doesn’t matter who you are”. I believe that it was never meant to be offensive or hurtful, but this version of Sherlock was introduced to us as gay (or bi or pan or whatever, but at least in some way sexually interested in the same sex). If Mofftiss were too scared to actually pull through with it or simply didn’t want to, that’s fine, I understand. But then don’t just go ahead and tell us that it doesn’t matter anyway. Because it does matter. I feel like these men fail to grasp the power they have over us and therefore didn’t see how hurtful this line was, but it did hurt people. Lots of people. Many of us had actual mental breakdowns because of this line. I know it was never meant to mean that much (or it wasn’t meant to be understood differently), but if you have a general understanding of the concept of fandom (Mofftiss sure have it), then you usually understand that there are sensitive topics that can be triggering and should be expressed with caution.

11. Where’s the big Mycroft reveal? All these adressings towards his physical health. How the hell were they implying that he fucked up in dealing with his psychotic sister?

12. I still don’t get the point of Irene if they were neither letting them meet again nor cutting her out permanently. She’s been a recurring thought of Sherlock since ASIB, but in TFP it was just like “Nah it’s not her she’s married idgaf about her anymore anyway bye” Like?? Dramatic flow? is where exactly here??

13. We still don’t know how Sherlock survived the fall. Just sayin’.

14. Yeah john totally cut his metal chains that forced him onto the bottom of the well with a fucking rope and he didn’t even need help for that matter he just pulled himself out of the water by his own hair Munchhausen style I THINK THE FUCK NOT FOLKS

15. No one will ever convince me that they actually jumped out of an upstairs window to escape an explosion and got away without a single scratch. That’s just bullshit.

16. An umbrella that’s also a sword that’s also a gun that’s also not functioning? Yeah, kinda funny, but also really stupid and not at all up to the standards of the usual witty humour of BBC Sherlock.

17. “Sherlock’s in love but who with?” in combination with the “i love you” scene were used to bait us all to start another war between straight!Sherlock and gay!Sherlock supporters in order to make sure as many people as possible would turn in, but the reveal behind this line was utterly disappointing. This was a humiliating and just not cool™ move.

18. They’re not seriously trying to tell us that Eurus, while having an extreme mental and emotional breakdown, built a fake cell in the garden of her old childhood house because Drama™?

19. General conclusion: This whole story of everything being connected and leading back to Moriarty and Sherlock’s childhood just deflated like a big gay balloon full of anticipation. They’ve been talking about this story forever, but the great opportunities it offered were not only ignored, but stuffed into a fucking meat grinder and mashed up into cheap boring mainstream moviemaking.

Also, I still think everything about this season is shady as fuck and I don’t accept a word of it and from now on I’m just gonna mark it down as another victim of 2016. Thank and bye

#mood: still salty #sherlock season 4 #bbc sherlock #sherlock s4 #the final problem #tfp #tld #the lying detective #t6t #tst #the six thatchers #sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #mycroft holmes #eurus #mycroft #eurus holmes #moriarty #james moriarty #jim moriarty

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Sherlock Finale and Its Problem with Women

This post is full of Sherlock season 4 spoilers.

I logged onto my old Sherlock-centered Tumblr last night post-finale, hoping for funny memes and touching GIFs memorializing all of the funny and touching moments of the episode. Instead I found a whole lot of anger that the finale hadn’t gone Exactly As People Wanted It To, which bummed me out enough to log off and fangirl on the phone with old friends (plus my mom! hi mom!) instead.

I basically stopped caring about Sherlock after Moriarty died, so the flashback with him was enough to make the entire episode endearing to me. 

But let’s talk Euros (Eurus? Euro? Gyro? I kept thinking ‘gyro.’). Let’s talk Sherlock women in general. I hated their Irene Adler. I hated that she ended up just being a pawn of Moriarty’s who needed saving, was reduced to a damsel in distress. I hated that her clever gimmick was to get naked. Like, come on.

Euros could have redeemed the show: It’s possible, after all, that Moriarty was her pawn, and her intellect really did seem to be the equal of Sherlock and Mycroft's. But I have some major disappointments:

1. She was, in the end, reduced to a damsel in distress. Why has Sherlock needed to save every woman in this show, including those who are supposed to be as intelligent as him but obviously aren’t?

2. I think she was…a rapist? She had nonconsensual sex, with a nurse, and didn’t note the nurse’s gender because apparently she mutilated the nurse? Am I wrong in this? Let’s break this down some more:

a. It bums me out that people are so angry about Johnlock not being canon, but it is eyebrow-raising that the only people on the show to not be straight are the villains and John’s invisible, alcoholic sister. Moriarty, Adler, Euros Holmes: All pansexual, apparently, as if portraying “deviant sexualities” as evidence of evil is somehow new or interesting.

b. Why make her a rapist? They could have just not. Literally nothing else would have changed since it was mentioned in one passing comment that in no way affected the plot.

c. It in no way affected the plot, which is weird, because the villains Sherlock seems to really, really hate are the ones that enjoy nonconsent. Magnussen with his weird cheek-licking: Sherlock shot him. Culverton Smith with his “tell me you don’t want to die” and “I like to make people into things”: Sherlock destroyed him, too.

I have the feeling that Moriarty isn’t a rapist while Magnussen and Smith so easily could be. Firstly, Moriarty doesn’t like to get his hands dirty. But secondly – there’s a kind of mutual respect between him and Sherlock that can’t exist when one party disregards the concept of “consent.” They're participating in a two-player game. Moriarty just doesn’t strike me as someone who would be sexually violent (in the nonconsensual way, at least ;)))) ).

So this is a show where sexual violence is the worst of crimes when men commit it, but when a woman is a rapist, Sherlock gives her a hug? It’s wrong and sick and if anyone can offer me any explanation, I would so happily take it.

3. As this graph shows, Sherlock Holmes has been made into animals and vegetables more times than he’s been a woman. A woman Watson? Sure. But a woman genius? Nope.

So it is disappointing that when there was a third, smarter Holmes sibling, a female, she was evil. It seems like the punishment for her intellect: Women can be smart, but they can’t handle their smartness, so they snap and go insane. And need to be locked up forever.

Oh, and get this. She’s mute at the end. Imploding ever inwards, trapped in body and in mind.

It’s so chillingly Victorian that I can’t quite get over it, sorry. The Holmes sister needs to be locked up while her big brother rules England and her other big brother is the world’s #1 detective. Gag.

Weirdly, I enjoyed the finale. I woke up this morning very happy for having seen it. I thought it was a fitting conclusion. But that doesn’t mean it was perfect.

#sherlock #moriarty #eurus holmes #euros holmes #irene adler #feminism #lgbt

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Things that bug my mom about TFP

Hey guys! So my mom had some thoughts about TFP that she asked me to post here for y’all. It’s a little long though (come on, you knew I had to get my wordiness from somewhere) so I’m gonna post it word for word under the cut. I’ll let her introduce herself up here though:

Hi. I'm Nat's mom and I'm a lurker by nature. I never post anything anywhere, but I need to get some stuff off my chest about this complete clusterfuck of an episode. So I decided to guest post on her account.  (Thanks, BooBoo!). 

Tl;dr: John Watson- Worst. Parent. Ever

First, I want to extend my sympathies to the TJLC folks. I love Johnlock, both the deep friendship and the romance idea, but I don't feel qualified to speak as part of that community. I admire the depth of research and the investment of time, effort and emotional energy that goes into this kind of pop culture discourse, and I am very sorry that your hopes and expectations were dashed after all that the creative team behind the show did to build you up.

Secondly, others have already pointed out the truly staggering failures of logic (not to mention violations of the laws of physics), the fact that every single female character has been reduced to their lowest common denominator, i.e., defining them in relationship to a man, and the plot holes big enough to fly a Tardis through. I look forward to someone's essay on the use of the Madwoman in the Attic cliche and the gendered depictions of mental illness. I mean, really, the male serial killer last week was a famous and universally loved philanthropist whose only "tells" were a creepy affect and disgusting teeth, but the female psychopath is locked away in her jammies with no human contact except for, oh wait, five minutes alone with another psycho. Uh huh. Someone with an academic background, please write this, please?

In addition to all of that, the thing that's been eating at me for the last two days is how they gave John the award for Worst. Parent. Ever.

John and Mary never had the best basis for a marriage. TJLC has covered this very well, but I think it's plain to even the casual viewer that they can barely stand each other. Except for the wedding episode they rarely touch and almost never express genuine affection. They chose each other because they consciously wanted a normal life, to deliberately turn away from their dangerous pasts. They have a baby and a house in the 'burbs, but it ends with John grieving, again, for the life he tried to build, and as a single parent.

I can buy that John needs help taking care of Rosie right after Mary dies. He can't function, he's back in therapy, he nearly kills Sherlock and then saves Sherlock's life within a couple of days. Then we're off on our Euros adventure and the only thing we hear about his child is from Sherlock, of all people, just before the grenade explodes. He goes haring off to Alcatraz and faces death about a half dozen times over the next, what, 24 hours or so. THE SOLE SOURCE OF CARE AND SUPPORT OF AN INFANT IS NOT ALLOWED TO BEHAVE THIS WAY. In TST, he and Mary twice discuss appropriate places to take Rosie and who stays behind to find a sitter. Now he's left the baby with friends: which friends? Molly and Mrs. Hudson didn't have her, so who did? Harry, Mike Stamford? Why were there no phone calls or texts asking where to find her favorite toy/pacifier/baby food, or letting John know she's teething/won't stop crying/running a fever? Why does John offer to kill an innocent man, knowing he'll have to look his daughter in the eyes for the rest of her life knowing her Daddy's a murderer (not killer. This isn't war or self defense.) Why is he so quick to offer to die instead of Mycroft? His daughter just lost her mother and now he wants to make her an orphan? Has he updated his will since Mary died, and named a guardian? In the unlikely event he did, who do you think he chose? Probably the person most likely to put him in mortal danger in the first place: his best friend, Rosie's godfather, Sherlock. Why doesn't he point out that of the three of them, he's got the most responsibility, the most to live for? And why, after conveniently forgetting that he was shackled to the bottom of that well and climbing up the rope, aren't his first words, "who has a phone, I need to check on Rosie"?

The answer, of course, is that instead of being an actual human infant, Rosie is a plot baby: there to tie John to a wife who was all wrong for him, there to be a symbol of the life he lost when Mary died, but not to be a real baby with real 24/7 needs. Moffat has experience with plot babies; remember Melody Pond?

This could all have been avoided with a line here and there acknowledging her existence. " 'Who's got Rosie?' 'Stamford's picking her up.' "; " 'I can't murder a man and then go home to my daughter.' " " 'Rosie just lost her Mum, who'll take care of her if you shoot me?' " It wouldn't have taken much.

As a parent of former infants, I can tell you with absolute certainty that when your kids are little you think of them constantly. I don't care if you have a fabulous career, a crappy job, are a stay at home parent, or anything in between. You're never NOT thinking about them. John Watson is presented, always, even at his most depressed, down or violent, as a good person. He would be a good parent. He would not be the kind of parent who forgets his responsibilities to someone so completely dependent on him. This BUGS me.

#sherlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock s4 #tfp #john watson #rosie watson #guestpost by nat's mom #my amazing mother #nat's corner of the universe