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More for 221 Day! The 221 Boys thinking about what to name their bakery💡
(Inspired by a real convo with a friend who couldn’t remember the name of the cream puffs shop called “Beard Papa” and accidentally called it “Cream Daddies)
#221bakery#221bakery x moriartea au#221booba agenda#yuukoku no moriarty#moriarty the patriot#ynm sherlock holmes#ynm john watson#friend who called it cream daddies instead of beard papa was also playing dream daddy game around that time#what a hilarious memory ah#oops accidentally made Watson left handed oh well
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#mary jane watson#john romita#spider-man#john romita sr#I edited out the text#where she weirdly uses “dad” in the 60s slang way#like daddy-o but just dad#it's super weird is what I'm saying#stick to tiger MJ
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#They look like got married years ago#my mommy and daddy#The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson#Soviet Holmes#Russian Holmes#sherlock holmes#john watson
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Remember when it took John 6 months to talk to mary again when she shot sherlock but he was back solving crimes with sherlock a month after mary died? Yeah...
#antoinette jarvis#sherlock fandom#sherlock holmes#bbc sherlock#sherlock#johnlock#john#john watson#john left 221b to become a daddy#sherlock x john
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Hi library angel! I have a question regarding TAB. I was wondering whether it's been discussed why in Sherlock's fever dream, Hooper thinks that Holmes is Watson's daddy?
Hey Nonny!
AHHHHHH I KNOW that there was something back in the day, be damned if I could find it now...
But here's my interpretation:
We have to remember that everything in the Victorian era happening is in Sherlock's head, so this is his interpretation of how Molly is towards John.
Now, one could speculate it's because Sherlock wants to be John's Daddy, but the way Hooper says it is sarcastic and condescending, meaning Sherlock actually has picked up the underlying hostility John and Molly have with each other due to their mutual jealousy of each other having Sherlock's attention.
I think the actual truth is, especially with Watson immediately "deducing" that Hooper is a woman but Holmes apparently didn't, is that Sherlock wants John to be HIS daddy, LOL. The way John stands up for himself and essentially eviscerates Hooper for talking down to him, "asserting his dominance" is John, in Sherlock's mind, showing Hooper who the "daddy" actually is.
Or something like that, LOL.
I love TAB to bits.
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There is something about Robert Downey Jr as Sherlock Holmes that just does things to me.
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Sherlock fandom
I Can’t Stand It
Rosie’s tantrum in the park, reminds Sherlock of his own childhood. It’s strange that so much of what the little girl says and does resonates with him.
“She’s not yours,” several voices inside his head tells him.
Still, he can’t shake off the feeling of being something more to her than just…what is he exactly to her? She calls him Lock; he calls her Watson. He desperately wants her to call him something else, which he only allows himself to think about when he’s alone.
“I can’t stand it, daddy!” Rosie exclaims and stomps her feet.
“But, sweetheart,” John tries to reason with his four-year-old daughter. “You were perfectly fine eating this last week.”
Rosie rolls her eyes and throws her arms in the air. Sherlock can see that John’s mouth twitches slightly as he’s supressing a smile. Sherlock hears his mother’s voice filled with delight in his mind.
“She’s so much like you sometimes, darling.”
“There are big pieces in it,” Rosie explains to John. “I want smooth ice cream.”
John looks over at Sherlock for help, but Sherlock has long ago decided to never lie to John again. He shrugs apologetically at mutters something under his breath.
“What was that, Sherlock?” John inquires, his tone exasperated now.
“It’s quite normal for children her age to change tastes and react to new textures. I was the same.”
“Yeah, well, she’s not…”
“I know, John!” Sherlock snaps. “You and everyone we know keeps telling me that.”
He turns on his heel and walks briskly out of the park. Behind him the two Watsons call after him, begging him to come back but he can’t. Sherlock can live with everyone else claiming that he’s not Rosie’s father, but it hurts when John joins the choir. Of course, Sherlock knows he has no biological connection to her, but he’s raising her together with John, isn’t he? She comes just as willingly to him as to John.
“Protect your heart, brother mine,” Mycroft told him after John and Rosie moved to Baker Street, and not for the first time. His brother knew that Sherlock’s heart belonged to John and had for a very long time.
***
Where are you? I’m sorry, Sherlock. We need to talk. Are you coming home soon?
Sherlock’s heart races in his chest when he reads John’s text. He barely registers the apology. All his brain is capable of is trying to deduce what John wants to talk about.
Are they moving out? Does John want him to spend less time with Rosie? Won’t he be allowed to do children safe experiments with her anymore?
He pulls his hair in frustration. Why is it so hard to figure out what John wants? Sherlock’s able to read anyone but John. Why?
“Hi, Sherlock. I didn’t know you were here,” Molly says when she walks into the lab at Barts.
“I’m leaving,” Sherlock tells her and walks rapidly out of the room.
***
Sherlock stands and watches the Thames float by. The London Eye is coloured in pink in the far distance. It’s getting dark and he’s got no recollection of the last hours. His phone buzzes in his pocket and he suddenly remembers that he’s forgotten to answer John’s text.
“A bit not good, Sherlock,” John’s voice scolds him.
Can I call you? Rosie wants to say goodnight.
Sherlock feels his face soften. The Watsons are probably still at Baker Street then. He doesn’t hesitate but calls John’s number.
John’s voice sounds relieved when he picks up, but it’s tinted with worry.
“Hi. You alright?” he asks.
“Fine,” Sherlock says, and it comes out more clipped than he intended.
John sighs and apparently gives the phone to Rosie.
“Lock!” the little girl exclaims.
“Hello, Watson. Ready for bed?” Sherlock inquires softly.
“Yes. Tired,” she tells him and yawns.
Sherlock feels his throat thicken, and he must swallow hard and close his eyes to keep his tears at bay. Without thinking he uses the endearment only Rosie has heard.
“Goodnight, my heart.”
“Night, Lock. See you tomorrow,” Rosie slurs, clearly almost asleep.
Sherlock ends the call before John gets a chance to ask him humiliating questions. The sharp intake of breath from John when Sherlock bid Rosie goodnight didn’t go unnoticed.
“You’ve ruined it now, Holmes,” he tells himself.
***
Aldi is still open, and Sherlock buys two boxes of ice cream for Rosie without any pieces of fruit, berries, crunch, chocolate or other abominations.
He takes a deep breath before locking himself into Baker Street, and he ascends the stairs silently. John sits in his chair, reading one of his medical journals. Sherlock just nods and walks to the kitchen with his purchases. He places the boxes in the freezer before walking to the bathroom.
“Sherlock?” John calls after him.
“Shower,” Sherlock answers.
The shower does wonders, and Sherlock feels quite refreshed and relaxed when he puts on a t-shirt, pyjamas bottoms and his maroon dressing gown. John stands just outside Sherlock’s bedroom and Sherlock startles a bit.
“Everything alright?” he asks. “Watson?”
“She’s fine, Sherlock. Soundly asleep. I just want to apologise properly to you. I was way out of line earlier. No, Sherlock, listen. I need to say this. Please.”
John’s expression is pained, and Sherlock doesn’t know what’s to come next. Nothing could have prepared him for this.
“I know it’s no excuse that I was exhausted and sleep deprived, but that’s the defence I have, and it’s appalling to say the least. Rosie…she is…just as much yours as she is mine. You care for her just like any parent. She loves you, we both do, and…”
“John?”
Sherlock’s voice is trembling, and he feels his balance is about to fail him. Warm and steady hands are placed on his upper arms and when John speaks again, his voice is warm with affection.
“Forgive me. Please?”
Sherlock just nods and lets himself melt in John’s embrace.
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#flash fiction friday#sherlock fandom#sherlock#john watson#rosie watson#johnlock#parentlock#bbc sherlock#sherlock fanfic#FFF244#critical ice cream
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WELCOME TO THE QPR COMPETITION
the matchups in round 1 are as follows
part 1:
Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens vs Peri Dubois and Abel Moreau from Entropic Float
Sonic and Shadow from Sonic the Hedgehog vs Joan Watson and Sherlock Holmes from Elementary
Camilla Hect and Palamedes Sextus from The Locked Tomb series vs Riza Hawkeye and Roy Mustang from Fullmetal Alchemist
John Watson and Sherlock Holmes from ACD's collection of stories vs c!Ranboo and c!Tubbo from Dream SMP
Arthur Lester and John Doe from Malevolent podcast vs Polly and Yaretzi from Hello From The Hallowoods
Abed Nadir and Troy Barnes from Community vs ART and Murderbot from The Murderbot Diaries
Team Rocket from Pokémon vs Mane 6 Ensemble from My Little Pony
Timothy Stoker and Sasha James from The Magnus Archives vs The Doctor and The Master from Doctor Who
part 2:
Jesse Cosay and Lake from Infinity Train vs Joe Tazuna and Sara Chidouin from Your Turn To Die
Miles Edgeworth and Phoenix Wright from Ace Attorney vs Kris and Susie from Deltarune
Oscar Wilde and Zolf Smith from Rusty Quill Gaming vs Mollymauk Tealeaf and Yasha Nydoorin from Critical Role
Frodo Baggins and Samwise Gamgee from Lord Of The Rings vs Loid Forger and Yor Forger from Spy X Family
Hunter and Willow Park from The Owl House vs Arepo and God Of Arepo from Tumblr Folktales
Sakuko Kodama and Satoru Takahashi from Koisenu Futari | Two People Who Can't Fall In Love vs Compton Boole and Cassie O'Pia from Psychonauts
Lapis Lazuli and Peridot from Steven Universe vs Kazuki Kurusu and Rei Suwa from Buddy Daddies
Nepeta Leijon and Equius Zahhak from Homestuck vs The Scooby Gang from Scooby-Doo
see you at 6 pm GMT 17th February for the first half of the first round!
#qpr competition#swag competition#tumblr polls#good omens#infinity train#the owl house#malevolent (podcast)#the magnus archives#homestuck#lord of the rings#acd holmes#the locked tomb#rusty quill gaming#steven universe#pokemon#community#koisenu futari#ace attorney#sonic the hedgehog#elementary#deltarune#psychonauts#the murderbot diaries#my little pony#buddy daddies#critical role#fullmetal alchemist#dream smp#spy x family#scooby doo
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The Motley Crew.
From the top:
Quincey Harker [Oldest son of the Harker family and by all accounts a nice boy]
Henry Jekyll [Well respected doctor, very shady]
Edward Hyde [same as the person above but even worse]
John Watson [Doctor and biographer to the worlds greatest detective]
Adam Frankenstein [8 foot tall homunculus. Daddy issues like you wouldn't believe]
Theo Kipp [Thesbian vampire. Needs a hug]
Lawrence Talbot [Neurotic werewolf. Self-made orphan. Needs a hug even more]
Selma Morris [Vampire hunter. Best sharp shooter in all of Texas. Needs a nap]
Erik [No last name, says he's a ghost. Drama queen.]
#Finally finished with the motley crew#Frankenstein#The phantom of the opera#Sherlock Holmes#The Wolfman#Dracula#Jekyll and hyde#OCs#some of these came out better than others#some could use a little more polish#but I'm glad I got one for everybody
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Many Happy Returns
The candles flicker gaily as John and Rosie sing Happy Birthday. Sherlock bites down on a smile. He loves both John and Rosie to absolute distraction, but neither of them has a musical bone in their body. What they lack in talent, though, they make up for in unbridled enthusiasm, especially Rosie. The fact that she couldn’t hit a note with a cricket bat even if it was the size of a cow doesn’t stop her from belting at the top of her lungs.
“Happy Birthday, dear Sheeeeerloooooock,” she sings out, John joining her a bit less loudly, but just as falsely.
Sherlock meets John’s eyes over the seventeen candles on his birthday cake, and he can tell that John is trying not to laugh.
John looks younger in candlelight, especially with the suppressed mirth sparkling in his eyes and a smile playing around his lips as he joins his — their — enthusiastic daughter as she tries her best to shatter glass with her voice.
Sherlock applauds when they’re done singing, and not only because he’s relieved that his ears aren’t assaulted any longer, but because the two people who just sang him an awful birthday song could literally have anything from him, down to the very atoms of his being.
“Blow out the candles!” Rosie yells; she’s always loud when she’s excited, and birthdays are always exciting for Rosie, even when it’s not her own.
“I have to ask, why seventeen?” Sherlock asks as he surveys the cake. It’s obviously home-made and a tiny bit wonky, and it looks like a unicorn vomited rainbow sprinkles all over it.
“I couldn’t fit any more,” Rosie answers with an adorable death glare at the cake. “I know you’re way, way, way older, but that’s all I had room for on the stupid cake.” She turns to her father. “Daddy, I told you, we should have used the larger tin.” The tone of her voice is both accusatory and a bit uncertain.
“The cake is perfect, Watson,” Sherlock says, running a soothing hand over Rosie’s curls.
John snorts in disbelief, grinning at Sherlock over Rosie’s head. “I hope you like the unicorn theme.”
“Of course, who doesn’t love unicorns?”
“Nobody,” Rosie says with full conviction, glaring at John with an arched eyebrow, which makes John laugh.
“Yes, yes, you told me so,” John says, raising his hands in defeat. “I remain the only person in this family who can admit they’re wrong.”
“Occasionally,” Sherlock adds.
“Blow out your candles before they completely ruin your cake, love,” John says affectionately.
“I want to help!” Rosie yells, climbing into Sherlock’s lap. “You need to make a wish first!”
Sherlock looks at John, who’s taking a picture of them with his phone with a fond smile, at Rosie who’s counting down the blowing out of the candles, at the wonky cake, the candles jammed into them with unnecessary force, at the inexpertly wrapped birthday presents, and thinks that he has more than he could ever have wished for because these two chaotic, messy, loud, at times annoying but always brilliant and extraordinary people love him.
Many happy returns, he thinks as he blows out his candles.
For @notjustamumj's May prompt "Candlelight", have some sappy parentlock.
Hm, who hasn't done this... I'm tagging @jrow @totallysilvergirl @inevitably-johnlocked @discordantwords @thetimemoves and whoever else wants to play.
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Warning: child abduction
Just breathe
Sherlock settled on a bench at the playground. He was working on a case of child abduction for the Yard and observing the playground two children had been kidnapped this month. But the second Sherlock had perceived the scenery, he had stiffened. There was John, standing besides the slides and swings, watching his little daughter. For fifteen minutes now, Sherlock was sitting on his bench, watching John watching Rosie. It had been so long since they'd last visited him, almost a whole week... John had a small, loving smile on his face, every time Rosie showed him something, her chest swelled with pride, his smile widened in almost adoration. He truly loved his daughter, wholeheartedly and without restrictions. And Sherlock loved them both. He could feel his chest tighten every time he looked at them. He could feel his defences go down, could feel the desperate wish to make them happy, whatever it will take. He was looking at John, and he wished he could stand beside him, be part of their lives. But maybe it was better this way, watching from far away...
He had watched John since he'd arrived, sometimes turning his gaze to Rosie, but most of the time watching her father, the case forgotten. Until a woman approached John and tried to get his attention. He could see John hesitate a moment, but eventually turning to the woman. Sherlock turned to watch little Watson instead. He couldn't bare the sight of John flirting, laughing and touching other people. He had to search a little to make out the blond curls, and when he saw Rosie, he immediately remembered why he'd come here in the first place. Rosie held the hand of a strange woman, now that her father's attention was elsewhere, and was following her to the gate of the playground.
Sherlock's heart skipped several beats, he felt like his stomach turned upside down and a wave of anger and fear washed over him. From the corners of his eyes he could see John starting to turn his head to find Rosie and the woman at his side disappearing. Sherlock could deal with her later, Rosie had absolute priority, and he thanked a God he didn't believe existed, that he was prepared. He had nicked two pairs of handcuffs from Lestrade in advance and he couldn't be happier about that. He leaped to his feet and made his way to the woman trying to get Rosie away from the area. He was trembling with barely suppressed fury and he had to stop himself from simply grabbing her and beating some sense into her. How could she dare to disturb the utter peace of John and his daughter, to try and separate them, to take the only thing they've got. Instead, he crept up behind her and surprised her by cuffing her free wrist to the iron gate in a single movement. It all happened in the fraction of a second and before the woman could realise what had happened and start to protest, Sherlock was on his knees, talking to an utterly confused Rosie.
“Are you alright, Watson, is everything alright?” Rosie blinked at him, than she grinned. “She-lo'!” The 'R' was still something to work on for her, as was the k, but in this moment, Sherlock couldn't imagine to hear anything more beautiful. Rosie fell forwards and hugged him. “Didn't know you were here. She said there was an eme-gency, but she would bring me to Daddy. Why did she not bring me to you?” Sherlock hugged the little girl in response, desperately holding on to her, taking in her smell, the feel of her soft hair against his nose and cheek. “She didn't know...” he answered, then got to his feet again, not letting Rosie go. He texted Lestrade and talked a random man into having an eye on the woman until the police would arrive, then he lifted Rosie onto his hip and made his way back. “Then I will bring you back to Daddy. He will be worried by now. We won't let him wait, will we?” Rosie shook her head vigorously and grinned.
Sherlock could make out John immediately. He was hurrying from bench to bench, asking random parents whether they had seen his daughter, while searching the playground again and again with his eyes. Even from the distance Sherlock could see his tense body, his utter worry and panic, his erratic breathing. He quickened his steps and as soon as he was near enough, called John by his name. “Daddy!” Rosie called, and John's spine straightened immediately. He turned on his heels and stared at them for a second, then he rushed towards them and almost yanked Rosie out of Sherlocks arms, relieve covering his face. “Oh God, Rosie. Rosie, tell me you're alright, tell me you're fine.” Rosie still seemed confused, but now also annoyed. “I told She-lo', I'm fine!” But despite his relief, John wasn't about to calm down any time soon. Sherlock stepped closer and gently placed a hand on Johns bicep. “You've read the papers?” he asked. John could only manage to nod. “There's no danger any more. They won't take any more children.” John nodded again, staring down at Rosie. “John, Rosie is fine, everything is gonna be okay,” Sherlock tried to soothe him. “Breathe John, it's all fine now.” Slowly John lifted his gaze to Sherlock. “I was- I wasn't looking, I wasn't paying attention. She could-” He sounded like he was barely suppressing a sob. “They could have- Because I didn't-” Sherlock placed his other hand on John's arm. “Shh, hey hey, John.” His voice was gentle, just as he had spoken to Rosie moments before. “John, you were paying attention, perfectly so, you cared much more than any other parents I have seen on this playground. You couldn't have done something. It was their pattern, they distracted you intentionally. But you were fast, you looked out for Rosie way before they expected you to, John. And Rosie is fine, she is good. She is right here now, with you, and nothing will happen.” Rosie was watching the whole exchange with wide eyes, and John's breathing started to calm. “I think,” John said, swallowed, cleared his throat. “I think we're going home for today,” he managed finally. Sherlock nodded. They probably needed some time for their selves in their own home. “It's alright John, go home...” Sherlock said, squeezing John's arms one last time. “Yeah...” John said in a distant tone, already turning to go. “Yeah, let's go home, love,” he murmured in Rosie's hair.
Sherlock watched them leave, and something in his chest clenched at this words and pulsed through his body. He swallowed. How he wished he could bring them to Bakerstreet, to be with them, to be there for them. To soothe them, to give them a warm home. But they weren't his. They needed time, and space, and Sherlock would give it to them. Slowly the shock was leaving his own body. Everything would be alright. He took another deep breath and turned. He could just focus on the kidnappers, it would be something, at least...
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WIP - Chapter 2 of more than the world can contain
AO3 is down and I just finished a chapter of my new WIP so here's a teaser:
You tell me it ain't what it seems
But baby, this is looking like a crime scene
There's clothes thrown on the balcony
And you smell like perfume out a magazine
I'm throwing all your shit out of my window
Telling you I wish that we had never spoke
Baby, I already know
Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die
Than have to cry in front of you
Fight or flight, I'd rather lie
Than tell you I'm in love with you
My eyes are welling up as you admit there's someone new
It's my move, fight or flight
Fight or Flight - Conan Gray
J
Being Sherlock Holmes’s flatmate is... interesting, to say the least. The fact that a household - and our bodies - need groceries in order to function is beyond him. I provide food and stability, he provides body parts and flamboyance. He just sits on his armchair and points me to his credit card like a freakin sugar daddy (picking each other’s pockets must be the man’s love language) and when I return from the super market he lets me carry the bags upstairs without ever offering to help. As if that weren’t enough, I find him sitting lost deep in thought with his fingertips meeting under his chin, on my password protected laptop.
And yet, I stay.
Money is rough so I get a job at a surgery, quite effortlessly if I may say so myself. The doctor who interviews me is quite good looking, and I dare say flirtatious as well. Things seem to be looking up. Finally, something is happening to me.
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S
I am lost deep into Moran’s case when John returns home, suggesting I hadn’t noticed he’d gone out. Of course I’d noticed, I notice everything. I simply found there is no point in stating the mundane, the meaningless. He went out, so what. Imagine if I start to comment on the man’s every action - the grocery shopping and the day job.
He’s gotten one. A day job. He announces his satisfaction by referring to it with a female pronoun. The dissonance catches my attention. Why would he feminize his job? Isn’t that a bit like people who give feminine names to their cars in order to establish the fact that they possess them? No, John isn’t like that. A person then, at the job. Pretty receptionist? No, it seems to be another doctor. I give no mind to that. Soon we’re standing in front of the billboard, cracking the code, and this is what it’s all about. The Work.
*
“Just formalities. Fingerprints, charge sheet, and I’ve got to be in magistrates’ court on Tuesday.”
“What?”
“Me, Sherlock! In court, on Tuesday! They’re giving me an ASBO!”
“Good, fine.”
“You wanna tell your little pal he’s welcome to go and own up anytime.”
I need a favour. SH
About time, brother mine. Have you finally decided to take up on my offer and visit my tailor? MH
Not really. Your tailor wants to have sex with me. SH
Astute observation, though he is far more skilled than yours. MH
Oh, so you have tested his skills. SH
I meant in his job. Unlike you, I have standards. MH
You get what you pay for, Sherlock. MH
John got an ASBO. He seems quite affected by it. SH
Will you be a dear? SH
I’m on it. MH
As long as you don't leave me alone at the next family dinner. MH
Fine. SH
Look at you. The things you'll do for John Watson. MH
It's endearing. MH
Shut up, Mycroft. SH
@gaylilsherlock @inevitably-johnlocked
#sherlock holmes#john watson#johnlock#bbc sherlock#johnlock fanfiction#fanfiction#johnlock fic#sherlock
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LIRIELS CHRISTMAS MASTERPOST
All of my collected holiday works (so far):
🎁 The Abominable Bride
The Christmastime special Rankin/Bass (totally) would have made for our Baker Street Boys!
🎄 The Cranberry Jumper on John Hamish Watson
A Jumper So Fine!
🎁 It's Boxing Day ...
Let's drink to Rosie!
🎄 Christmas in Honeycutt
John's publisher asks him to entertain a war hero at their idyllic estate in Somerset for Christmas? Only ... John doesn't have a wife ... or a daughter ... or an estate! He has a bedsit. In London. And some wounds of his own to recover from!
Meet the cast of our story here! Read the fic here!
UPDATE POSTING FOR XMAS!
🎄Sleepless in London
"I think my daddy needs a new wife ..." Rosie calls into a late-night radio program on New Years' ... while across London ... Sherlock and Molly have just tuned in to 'Your Feelings and You' with Dr. Irene Adler.
See the full movie cover here! Read the fic here!
ALSO HOPING TO UPDATE BY NEW YEARS!!!
🎄 A Place to Call Home
Sherlock gets a holiday postcard from a homesick stranger across the pond ...
🎁 The '12 Days of Johnlock' from 2022
🎁 The '25 Days of Johnlock' from 2021
Plus some Holmestice & FTH gifts shared from/to:
🎁 All Tied Up - not all gifts come with a bow!
🎁 In Spite of Myself - mystrade christmas fluff!
🎁 It's Detective Time! - adventure time crossover art!
🎁 Received Fics - OR SEE GIFT MASTERPOST!
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VALENTINE'S DAY FICS (Updated Feb 2024)
Well, I never got an ask for an updated list and I WAS going to reblog my own V-Day Fic list from a few years ago, but it's pitifully small compared to all the other lists I have come across. Instead, I decided to update it with all the fics I have on my MFL list as well, so I hope you guys enjoy this brand new list for Fic Rec Wednesday! Please add your own V-Day fics if you have them! Enjoy!!
See also these Other Peoples' Lists:
Valentine’s Day (Alexx)
Clean Valentine’s List (Alexx)
Mystrade Valentine’s (Various)
Cupidford’s Valentine’s Fics
Valentine’s Day + Update 2022 (SwissMiss)
Be my Valentine - Johnlock Collection (AO3 Collection List)
Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w., 1 Ch. || 5 and One, Valentine’s Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally).
Lingerie by Sexxica (E, 4,135 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Lingerie / Women’s Underwear, Mildly Public Masturbation, Picture Texting / Sexting, Bottomlock, Body Worship, Anal Sex / Fingering, Rimming, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Est. Rel.) – It's Valentines Day and Sherlock is taking John to Angelo's for dinner. Sherlock also happens to be wearing a garter belt, stockings and a rather small pair of women's underwear under his clothes. There's no dessert at Angelo's because John needs to get Sherlock home just as quickly as he can before they both lose their minds entirely.
How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn't Know He's Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine's Day Ever by unicornpoe (T, 9,832 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He's also pretty sure that John doesn't know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine's Day.
MARKED FOR LATER
Hope is sweet by Lock_John_Silver (T, 2,977 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Valentine’s Day, Developing Relationship, Pet Names, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Classical Music, Idiots in Love, Endearments, POV Sherlock) - Sherlock wants to be more than John’s best friend. Has wanted it for ages, truth be told. So, when Molly comes up with an idea, that to some extent involves three year old Rosie, Sherlock doesn’t hesitate.
Worth Its Weight by philalethia (E, 2,986 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || PWP, Daddy Sherlock, Daddy Kink, Service Domination, Gift Giving, Unsafe Sex, Sex Toys) – “Remember,” John said, “when we talked about you not buying me extravagant things?” Basically: a little bit of Valentine's Day daddy kink. Part 2 of All the Rest 'Verse
The Importance of February 14th by cypress_tree (T, 3,156 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Valentine’s Day) – Sherlock was born on Valentine's Day. John doesn't know this and invites him out on a date. Sherlock assumes it's a birthday celebration and believes so right up until the moment John kisses him.
Dinner and a Murder by vintagelilacs (T, 4,210 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Valentine’s Day, Online Dating, Mutual Pining, Confessions, Getting Together, POV John, Oblivious John) – Reluctant to spend Valentine’s Day alone, John joins a dating app only to realize he’s already living with the closest thing to a soulmate he’s ever going to get.
The Best Idea by SatanDrankMyCoffee (T, 7,252 w., 5 Ch. || Valentine's Day, Bubble Bath, Hair Washing, People-Watching, Anxiety, Domestic Fluff/Bliss, Texting) – Gift giving is something Sherlock is usually quite good at but when the parameters change, he becomes unsure of himself. Which gift idea is the best idea? Part 3 of A Year in Occasions
Daddy's Darling by distantstarlight (E, 7,747 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Daddy Kink, Valentine’s Day, Smut, First Time) – Disguises are part of the package when you work as detectives, there was nothing new about that but one day Sherlock goes undercover with his best friend and they discover more than the answer to the crime.
Valentine’s Night Out by CarmillaCarmine (E, 10,120 w., 5 Ch. || ASiB Canon Divergence, Valentine’s Day, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Breath Play, Butt Plugs, Deep Throating, Humour, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Anal Sex) – John and Sherlock have been invited to join their friends at a pub for Valentine's Day. Sherlock has plans to spice the evening up a bit. Part 4 of the The Johnlock Holidays and Celebrations Series
The Heart of the Matter by prettysailorsoldier (T, 13,427 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Secret Admirer, Secret Crush, Texting, Valentine’s Day, Fluff) – It's the annual Valentine's Week fundraiser, carnations, conversation hearts, and singing telegrams (oh my!) making their way around the school corridors, and Sherlock Holmes has quite happily never received any of them. So, when he gets a box of conversation hearts containing a message from a secret admirer, his first instinct is that it's an elaborate practical joke, but, as he and his mystery suitor begin texting, he starts to wonder if there might be something to this Valentine's Day lark after all. There is, however, the entirely unrelated problem of one John Watson to contend with before he can be sure. Part 3 of 221B Mine
Not this year by Imjohnlocked87 (E, 16,293 w., 4 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Friends to Lovers, Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Smut, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Food Sex, Wall Sex, Angst with Happy Ending) – One month after leaving the rehabilitation centre, when Donovan asks Sherlock if he will be alone on Valentine's Day this year too, he replies he will be spending it with someone special.The only problem is that this someone doesn't exist.Because who would want to have Valentine's date with Sherlock Holmes?
Quo Fata Vocant by prettysailorsoldier (E, 18,115 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock / Teenlock || Librarians, Bisexual John, Flirting, First Time, Tattoos, Valentine’s Day, Secret Admirer, Matchmaker) – Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year, it's unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.
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Happy Father's Day John! Hope Rosie and Sherlock are treating you well today, and maybe got you a little surprise ♥️
Do you see how far behind I am with all your lovely asks? Thank you, anon. I believe I got a painted rock, but you know, beggars can’t be choosers.
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