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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 years

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(Rosie's) Elephant in the Room

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Words: 4491 (on ao3)

Summary: John Watson loves Sherlock Holmes. Sherlock Holmes loves John Watson. John Watson’s daughter loves her giant elephant plushie.

This is the story how the two men finally jump over their shadows and confess their feelings. All because of an elephant plushie.

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Rosamund Mary Watson owned one thing she was incredibly proud of: her gigantic elephant plushie.

Name: Ellie Phant Astic

Gender: female

Age: 1 year 24 weeks and 5 days

Material: very soft fabric

Strengths: very good at hugging and listening. The best plushie in the whole wide world.

Weaknesses: shy, not talkative (only talks to Rosie Watson).

“Hi, Rosie, sweetie. What are you writing down?”, her dad (John Watson) asked, as he dropped his bag to the floor after he came home from work.

“Key data of Ellie Phant Astic. Look!”, proudly the girl showed off her scrawly handwriting to her dad, who squated down to kiss his daughter’s top of the head and review her professional plush toy data. Seven years old, exceedingly smart and good at social interactions as long as it only includes herself, her way too big elephant plushie and family, Rosie reminded John more of Sherlock than of himself. Writing down key data of a plush toy? Definitely a thing Sherlock did as a kid!

“Wow, that’s truly elephant-astic”, John joked and winked. Rosie giggled.

“I believe you call that a dad-joke, John”, Sherlock said leaning in the door frame, dressing gown over his sweatpants and a white T-shirt and a cup of coffee in his hand.

“Well,” John stood up and his spine made a clicking noise. “I am a dad, so I am allowed to make those.” John smiles. “How was your day with the little one?”

“Oh, it was quite ‘elephant-astic’, wouldn’t you agree, Watson?”, he said, making air-quotes when saying the really not that funny word.

Enthusiastically Rosie nodded her head. “Yessss! Phantie and Lock and me went to the pond in the park and fed the ducks and then we came home and played Cluedo and then I had to go down to Granny, because Lock was angry, because he wasn’t playing according to the rules but that’s okay because Phantie, Granny and I made cookies and they were delicious and I ate soooo much!”

“That sounds like quite a busy day, Rosie. But, I suggest you don’t play Cluedo with Lock anymore, he is extremely bad at it.”, the doctor said with a smirk directed at his flatmate.

Rosie laughed, looked at the tall detective, then at the 3 foot stuffed animal and finally whispered into John’s ear, “Phantie agrees.”

Knowing full well his Watsons were whispering and giggling over him, Sherlock countered, “I am not bad at Cluedo. This game is simply illogical.”

“Yeah, sure it is, Sherlock.”, John said and Rosie fell into a giggling fit. With a pout, Sherlock turned around and walked back into the kitchen.

Still smiling, John turned to Rosie. “I’ll be taking a shower and be right down. Will you be alright with Mr. Pouty-Face over there?”

Giggling, Rosie nodded and pointed at the giant elephant next to her, “Phantie and I can handle him.”

“Probably even better than I can, sweetheart.”, John said, gave Rosie another kiss and left to take a shower.

Upstairs John was overwhelmed by the chaotic mess of a room screaming at him. He used to have a very tidy room, apart from the occasional pants or jumper laying one day too long on the floor. That had changed when Rosie came and Mary had died. John had moved back in with Sherlock and was since then sharing his room with a little girl: Plushies everywhere, pirate costumes over his bed, a magnifying glass with a bunch of sheets with a kid’s colourful handwriting, on and around the desk. The closet door wide open, half of the clothes falling out.

This room was getting definitely too small for a little girl living her wildest dreams. Let alone a little girl and her father. Said girl wasn’t even that little anymore. They had two small singles now, instead of the queen sized bed, because Rosie was kicking like crazy in her sleep. John’s nightmares had gotten better with her close to him, but on bad nights he had to sleep on the couch downstairs, as to not disturb her. Or blankly stare onto the ceiling hoping sleep would make John its slave at some point. Thankfully Rosie slept like a stone most days.

And as much as it pained him and would for sure pain his daughter: John would have to move out soon, if he ever wanted to live like a grown man again. If he ever wanted Rosie to become not dependent on her father. They both needed their own space. For their own sakes.

John sighed, grabbed some fresh clothes and left the messy room to take a shower. Tomorrow. He would tell Sherlock they’d move out tomorrow.

Continue on Ao3 ;)

#turtely writes #(rosie's) elephant in the room #parentlock #lots of fluff #a tiny bit of angst but nothing severe i promise #idiots in love #love confessions #johnlock #johnlock ficlet #bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #sherlock x john #john watson #sherlock holmes #rosie watson #mrs. hudson #johnlock fic on ao3 #happy about reblogs 🥰#*throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*

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mesenterydeimos · 2 months

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parentlock doodle from twitter :] i love them a lot

#bbc sherlock #sherlock bbc #bbc sherlock fanart #sherlock #sherlock fanart #sherlock holmes #parentlock

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inevitably-johnlocked · 2 months

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Hey Steph,

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

Loves Seven.

Hi Lovely!!

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

NOVEL LENGTH FICS: 50 to 100K Pt 4

See also:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Smut-Free Fics Over 50K (Aug 2019)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lisbeth-kk · 4 months

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Sherlock fandom. Parentlock.

Not my colour

They’re both excited when Rosie announces that she’ll visit them in Sussex for the first time. She’s travelled the world with Doctors Without Borders for five years now, and it’s been easier to meet up in London, whenever she’s come back for a short period of time.

Rosie’s got two weeks off and will stay with them for at least three or four days she’d said. John’s fussing nervously, muttering under his breath, twitching his hands, making Sherlock tense up as well.

“Why are you so nervous?” Sherlock growls in frustration, making a mess of his salt and peppery coloured curls.

“I’m not nervous!” John insists petulantly.

“Are too,” Sherlock murmurs.

“What was that?” John inquires, but Sherlock’s already headed for his beehives at the far end of the garden.

“I heard you,” John states to the now empty kitchen.

***

John’s heart flutters with excitement when he’s waiting for Rosie’s train to arrive. His left hand holds on to Sherlock’s for dear life. When Sherlock ghosts his lips over John’s temple, his heart skips a beat. Sherlock’s proximity still fills John with expectation, love and desire. He turns his face upwards and pecks Sherlock’s lips softly. The smile he receives is genuine and radiant, and John’s pulse slows a bit.

“I love you,” John whispers and lets his thumb stroke Sherlock’s knuckles.

“I love you too, John,” Sherlock says and pulls John to his chest.

They both sigh contentedly lost in their own bubble of bliss.

A familiar voice startles them.

“Daddy. Papa!”

How they’re able to lock everything out like this, still baffles John.

***

After dinner, they seat themselves in the garden. Rosie wanders around admiring the flower beds, Sherlock’s beehives and the vegetable section. She joins them after a while and takes the bottle of beer John offers her.

“So, how was Morocco?” Sherlock asks her.

She narrows her eyes at him, and when he winks, she chuckles.

“Uncle Myc still looks out for me, then?” she inquires.

“Please, Rosebud, he’s more concerned about you than all the rest of us combined,” Sherlock says with his normal dramatic flair.

“Don’t you dare tell him, or you’ll have no fathers to visit the next time you’re home,” John says mirthfully.

“Oh, I’m sure uncle Greg can prevent that,” Rosie retorts.

“Hardly,” Sherlock huffs. “Now, Morocco?”

“Before I tell you anything about my trip, do you remember the little pink houses Molly bought for my sixth birthday?”

Both men nod and smile at the memory.

“You wanted to paint them,” John says.

“I did! Pink never was my colour. Not then, not now. Blue and purple however…”

Rosie gets a dreamy look on her face and a smile form on her lips.

“You visited Chefchaouen!” Sherlock exclaims and sits up straight, leaning forward, lest he miss a word.

Rosie leans toward him and squeezes his hand before she continues her story from the blue city of Morocco.

“I fell in love with that place. Its beauty is beyond belief. All those shades of blue enthralled me, and quite a few of the houses had the same shape as my toy houses. I wandered the streets for hours. It was like walking inside a fairytale book. And that’s when I decided to come home. For good. All this travelling, being stuck in dangerous places…well, it’s taken its toll, and besides…”

“You’re in love, aren’t you?” John says softly.

Sherlock looks at him with awe. How had he missed observing the changes in Rosie? He’s always had a blind spot when it came to the Watsons in his life.

“Yes,” Rosie confirms with a broad grin. “Becca. She’s not particularly fond of pink either. Good match!”

“Ah,” Sherlock says thoughtfully. “I guess it’s not your childhood friend Rebecca Stuart, then.”

“Barbie-Becca, you mean? Definitely not!” Rosie says with emphasis.

“She’s the biggest homophobe I’ve ever come across. Met her last year at Heathrow. Wanted to know if you two still were together.”

Rosie rolls her eyes dramatically.

“Do you know what she said when I told her you’ve moved here?”

Rosie clearly doesn’t expect an answer but stands up abruptly to get into character. John grabs Sherlock’s hand and looks expectantly at their daughter who’s determined to bestow them with a little performance. She clears her throat and when she speaks, her voice is higher pitched than normal, with a cockney accent.

“I bet their cottage is painted pink! Who’s the man in the relationship? I bet it’s Sherlock. He’s the tall one, yeah? No wonder you chose to live abroad. I’d die if my father where to play for the other team.”

“I wish I could’ve shown you a photo of her expression when I told her I was gay,” Rosie says in her normal voice. “She’ll need therapy for the foreseeable future after this, I think. You never know if sexual orientation is contagious…”

“Just say the word, and I’ll have a talk with Mycr…”

“Out of the question!” both Watsons say in unison, happily unaware that Sherlock’s phone has been switched to recording mode…

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#flash fiction friday #FFF235 #little pink houses #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #rosie watson #johnlock #sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock #parentlock #sussex husbands

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daughterofkeramzin · 2 months

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Personally, I love Mary. (I chose to ignore 🔫)

I love johnlock and that they ended up raising Rosie but as someone with a bonus sister I think it’s important not to forget the birth mum. So here’s a little Parentlock but they miss Mary thing I did on TikTok

#bbc sherlock fanart #bbc sherlock #bbc sherlock holmes #johnlock #sherlock fanart #parentlock #john watson #sherlock holmes

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raina-at · 1 year

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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.

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #microfics #candlelight #parentlock

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ray-star · 30 days

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A headcanon I have for Parentlock is that Sherlock and John have their whole flat baby-proofed but Sherlock did most of the work to surprise John (With the help of Ms Hudson)

And John just walked and saw the whole place baby-proofed and in my head it'd go like.

[John walks in Rosie on his chest and takes a very good look of the flat in shock then looks to Sherlock who is siting on the couch.]

John: looks like you've cleaned up a bit.

Sherlock: Yes but not only that I baby-proofed everything.

John: this is brilliant, I love you- this! I meant to say this!

Sherlock smiling ear to ear: Ok.

#sherlock x john #bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #my sillys #parentlock

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jobooksncoffee · 8 months

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Self-Reblog Saturday

“Will You Take Me Home?”

@thetimemoves declared today Self-Reblog day, so I offer my story

Note the incredible art by @johix , gifted to me by my dearest @loveismyrevolution for chapter 7 of my baby, my story “Will You Take Me Home” on AO3.

It’s an angsty, long-established relationship, recently broken-up story, including parentlock, Mystrade, and characters old and new. Mike Stamford and his family are a friendly presence throughout, Molly is there, finding the unlikely love of her life. Our John starts out quite S4. His journey towards being his better self is long and was very satisfying to write!

Here I’m also sharing the video my dear Bakerstreet edits who was the stories first reader and dedicated beta.

I invite you to give it a chance. Also, to self-reblog your stories, your art and your content!

@missdeliadili , @the-reading-lemon , @totallysilvergirl , @khorazir , @elwinglyre , @7-percent , @helloliriels , @a-victorian-girl , @topsyturvy-turtely , @safedistancefrombeingsmart , @inevitably-johnlocked , and anyone else who wants to show their work one more time!

#self reblog saturday #show off your work #mine is johnlock!#first story on ao3 #will you take me home?

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snadwich-underscore · 11 months

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could you draw john complimenting/saying ‘i love you’ to sherlock and sherlock just malfunctioning and his brain is broken? btw ur art style is so cool 🙏

"Right then, I'll be off!"

"Remember to get Rosie's crisps, and more milk."

"Ta, love."

(please ignore the awkward looking full bodies i have no idea how to draw legs)

#artists on tumblr #johnlock #trans artist #bbc sherlock #johnlock fanart #john watson #sherlock fanart #sherlock holmes #sherlock x john #parentlock #sherlock is flustered #affectionate john watson #johnlock pet names #who would give the most pet names #i bought a huge wine glass for my dr pepper #i love diet dr pepper

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fluffbyday-smutbynight · 5 months

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~ FluffSmut's Masterlist: Everything Else ~

SHIPPING SHIPS (original ficlets)

Love Hits You Unexpectedly, Sometimes

The Most Beautiful Ship in the World

MADE-UP FIC TITLES ~ fic ideas/synopses/plot bunnies 🐰 (generated in response to this ask game)

Fluffsmut's Totally Correct Sherlock Quotes ~ if you fancy a chuckle. Hehe.

~ BBC Sherlock: Headcanons ~

Fluffy headcanons you can pry from my cold, dead hands

Smutty headcanons that live in my head rent free

Mycroft's Chocolate Stout Cake (for Greg, and Greg only)

“The Dads Are Alright” Headcanon (parentlock/fluff)

221B pets

221B rules (written by @kitten-kin)

Fluffbruary 2022 Trivia Tuesdays: Week 01 . 02 . 03 . 04

~ BBC Sherlock: Rewatch Meta ~

ASiB ~ Why I Love Irene Adler So Much // THoB ~ Pt. 1 - Beware of the Dog / Pt. 2 - Lights in the Darkness / Pt. 3 - Killing the Hound // TAB ~ Way Too Deep // TLD ~ The Morgue Scene: a look at the script // TFP ~ The Coffin Scene

~ BBC Sherlock: Character Meta ~ Molly Hooper has been done dirty (and I say this as a hardcore Johnlocker) // (mini-meta) John Watson, a man with issues: one and two

~ Good Omens Meta ~

Petronius' Oysters (a modest contribution to a post by @ineffablyruined)

When in Rome... - Aziraphale's Hot Girl Summer?

The Hundred Guineas Club (a modest contribution to a post by @niceprophecies)

Analogies with the Divine Comedy - Canto V (a modest contribution to a post by @theonevoice)

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Italian language/culture 101 with Fluffsmut:

Good Omens x Michael Sheen x Ancient Rome - a match made in heaven Italy

The versatility of "cazzo"

"Sticazzi" vs "me cojoni"

Random stuff:

Half-Assed Fic Recs

Martin Freeman Appreciation Posts

Random Thoughts: StartUp (TV show) // Ghost Stories (2017 film) // A List of Things Sherlock and Malcolm Bright (Prodigal Son) have in common

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Jump back to FluffSmut's Masterlist

#tidying up my masterlist #fluffsmut's masterlist

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topsyturvy-turtely · 2 years

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june challenge - day 7

[see also: day 1, day 2, day 3, day 4, day 5, day 6.

be warned: you will kinda hate me but kinda love me after reading this. i'm sorry for playing with your feelings. oh, and johnlock isn't a couple in this...]

7. a death of someone close

the first time it happened mrs. hudson came up the stairs, kind of shaky. john immediately jumped up: "mrs. hudson!" and helped his landlady to the couch. "what is wrong?"

the sweet lady waved it off: "it's probably nothing, dea- oh!", she held her hand to her head.

"headaches. since when have you had them, mrs. hudson?", john was in doctor mode.

"a week. but john- they feel different."

"i'm sure it's nothing to worry about. i'll give you some ibuprofen and if you need something else, please don't hesitate to call, alright?"

"thank you john, darling."

"anytime, hudders."

***

the next time rosie ran up the stairs to get her father. "daddy! daddy! granny is sick!"

john and sherlock looked up with concern.

"it's alright, sweetie. i'm coming.", john said his voice soothing, but his eyebrows were furrowed. he bent down to his daughter and stroked her hair. "stay with sherlock in the meantime, okay?"

john sent a questioning look towards sherlock, who nodded and turned to the six year old with a smile.

"oh john, i am so sorry to have scared sweet rosie like that but i- i don't feel well."

as if on cue mrs. hudson clasped her hand to her mouth and looked at him in shock.

"okay, let's get you to the bathroom, hm?", john said, already leading her there.

***

the incident that happened next was where john was getting seriously concerned. the doctor was thankful rosie was at school.

mrs. hudson of course refused to settle down. instead she came upstairs to bring her boys biscuits. she was just about to put the tray down, when it happened: her whole body stiffened up, dropping the tray, shaking, and falling to the floor. a seizure. john and sherlock had no chance softening her fall.

"jesus! sherlock call 999. now!"

sherlock was frozen for a second, looking in shock at his landlady.

"sherlock! NOW!"

finally sherlock moved and john could focus on first aid.

***

later at the hospital john and sherlock sat across the doctor.

"i am very sorry to tell you, gentlemen, but your houseke-"

"landlady.", sherlock interrupted. he hadn't said anything up til now.

"right. sorry, your landlady... has a brain tumor. it spread already. we'll start the treatment tomorrow but-"

"survival chances are slim." john finished. he wasn't sitting. he paced up and down the office. and glanced at his watch merely by accident.

"shit, sherlock- i'll have to get rosie... will you be o-"

"of course, john. go pick up the little one."

***

"where is granny, daddy?", the little girl asked. mrs. hudson usually picked her up every other day. today it was supposed to be her.

"she... she is not doing well, sweetheart.", john's heart broke at seeing rosie's big concerned eyes.

"she is at the hospital right now.", might as well get it over with, john thought bitterly.

rosie stopped walking, still holding his daughter's hand, john was forced to stop as well.

"but granny will be okay, right, dad?"

everything inside of john wanted to say but of course, darling. she will come back as well as ever. but john didn't wanna lie. so he just stroked his daughter's cheek and quietly said. "i don't know, rosamund." he averted his eyes, looking at the pavement. "i don't know."

***

later that night - john had finally managed to get rosie to bed - he wanted to settle down and talk to sherlock. about mrs. hudson.

but sherlock just picked up his violin, facing the window and started playing. it was a very sad melody.

***

mrs. hudson was treated with radiation therapy. every day john, sherlock and rosie came to visit her. some days it was just john and rosie. some days it was just sherlock. sometimes it was just the two men. and once it was sherlock and the little girl.

mrs. hudson looked bad. she was losing her hair and was the skinniest she has ever been. all three of mrs. hudson's darlings were very worried.

***

one visit - it was all three of them - it happened. the machines started peeping, john screamed at sherlock to get a doctor, rosie started crying. the doctors and nurses rushed into the room and ordered the trio to get out of the room.

two hours later they heard the bad news. mrs hudson had passed away.

without another word sherlock stomped out of the hospital. john held his head high and clenched and unclenched his fists. rosie was scared and at some point started crying uncontrollably. john tried everything but wasn't able to calm her.

***

the funeral was on a sunny day. the priest said something along the lines that mrs. hudson smiled at them through the sun. people in black cried for their loss, smiled because of beautiful memories, looked serious in condolences.

ever since the sweet old lady was gone, sherlock has eaten even less than he usually did, rosie has cried herself to sleep every night and john tried to keep himself together, while silently breaking apart himself. the family of four was torn apart, hanging on thin threads.

***

one night rosie wouldn't fall asleep, no matter what john did. it didn't help reading her a good night story, making her a hot chocolate or covering her in stuffed animals. the poor girl was still cring her eyes out.

"sweetheart, what else can i do for you? do you want me to lay down next to you until you fall asleep?"

rosie wiped her nose in a tissue and nodded. her eyes were red and swollen from crying. john's heart ached at that sight. the doctor was just about to get comfortable on her bed when rosie took her thumb out of her mouth (she unfortunately had started thumb-sucking again) to say: "i want lock, too.

"sherlock? you want sherlock up here too?", john asked incredulously.

the little girl nodded. for a second john just stared at his daughter. then he got up and kissed the top of her head. "i'll be right back, sweetie."

downstairs sherlock was lost in his mind palace. john indecisively stood in the doorway. should he really ask him to join him comfort rosie? but then he thought of his daughter's heartrending sobs and his parental instincts took over.

"sherlock? can you..", john cleared his throat. "would you come upstairs? rosie needs you."

sherlock opened his eyes, his hands still steepled under his chin. john was sure the detective would decline, when sherlock unwrapped his legs and walked towards john. he walked by him, letting his hand brush against john's inner forearm. "come on. she needs both of us.", sherlock whispered.

and john followed his flat mate up to his room.

the room was getting decisively too small for john and his daugther. they have had two beds, since rosie was five, but john wouldn't say no to a bit of privacy.

when the two men came upstairs, rosie had buried her head into her pillow and started crying again.

"hey, flower. it's me. sherlock.", upon hearing the familiar baritone rosie stuck her head out of her blankets and smiled weakly through a blur of tears. john's heart tightened. his daughter loved and adored sherlock. it was amazing, but it hurt too...

the tall man kneeled down beside her bed and searched for her hand. john sat down beside him. "want me to tell you a story?", sherlock asked his flower. the girl nodded.

sherlock shuffled a bit to get comfortable and then started talking: "once upon a time there was a...", sherlock looked at john quickly, nodded and continued: "a hedgehog. he was the bravest, kindest and best doctor on the earth."

john looked at sherlock.. was he talking about him?

"and one day he met his old friend the terrier again. the terrier introduced him to..." this apparently was happening. john smiled at sherlock looked at him appraisingly and then whispered "otter."

sherlock raised his eyebrows and john saw the an otter? really? in his eyes. john grinned and nodded at him so he would continue his story.

"an otter. he was a detective, a pretty smart one too. the hedgehog-doctor and otter-detective moved in together. but they didn't live alone, there was a cat too. she was a bit old but still very active. she always made sure the hedgehog and the otter had tea and biscuits. she was a lovely cat, but she wasn't cuddly all the time - she had claws too and if needed she would use them. especially when she wanted the otter and hedgehog to behave."

"but mostly the otter.", john intervened.

sherlock chuckled. "yes, i suppose mostly the otter." he locked eyes with john for a moment. then he looked back at rosie, rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb and continued the story. "the hedgehog and the otter went on maaany adventures together. they helped the grey wolf, who was working for the police. and during their many adventures the hedgehog and otter became best friends."

rosie listened carefully her eyes big, but blinking a lot - clearly fighting to stay awake.

john smiled at sherlock gently and nudged him with his elbow.

"and one day the otter and hedgehog met a little koala-baby. she was very sweet. sometimes a bit stubborn- which she definitely has from the hedgehog." john looked playfully offended at sherlock. rosie had lost the fight to keep her eyes open, but she still was awake - smiling now. "the koala was super smart too, just like the otter. and the cat loved the little koala from the very first moment. she spoiled her endlessly. made her the best food, bought her the prettiest dresses and made her the loveliest braids."

"just like granny!", rosie said sleepily.

john looked at his daughter and then placed his hand on her forearm. his thumb covering sherlock's pinkie. "yeah, just like granny, sweetie."

sherlock looked deeply into john's eyes, but the doctor left his hand right where it was. at this moment it felt just right.

"but one day the cat was gone and the hedgehog, the otter and the koala missed her a lot. but especially the little koala. she cried almost every day because she missed her sweet old cat."

rosie frowned amd opened her eyes. john looked warningly at sherlock but the other man continued: "however the koala remembered something. how could she have forgotten that?! cats have nine lives! and what if the cat just was bored of always being a cat? maybe some day she was the butterfly on the koala's nose. maybe she was the mouse selling biscuits in the bakery the next day. maybe she was-"

"-the dog playing with me in the park yesterday?!", rosie asked excitedly.

"yeah, maybe she was." sherlock said with a smile on his face.

"every day the koala finds her favorite cat in something. and if she wasn't sure where her cat was, she always had the hedgehog-doctor and the otter-detective to talk to and play with.", sherlock looked shyly at john, then he carefully placed a kiss on the top of rosies head. "good night, flower." the girl smiled with closed eyes, one hand under her cheek. "night, lock. night, daddy." she yawned one more time and finally fell asleep.

john was stunned. what a beautiful story, sherlock had told! he got up as well and kissed his daughter's forehead.

then the two of them headed back downstairs. at the bottom of the stairs john checked his watch. 10:30 already and he had to get up in less than eight hours now. without thinking about it john reached for sherlock's hand - the detective turned around. "thank you, sherlock."

"of course, john." he replied looking away. but john saw his glassy eyes.

john squeezed his hand. "you miss her a lot too, hm?"

sherlock just nodded once. then his gaze dropped onto their intertwined hands. john smiled and spontaneously wrapped his flatmate in a hug. "you know... i'm here for you."

sherlock tightened the hug for a second. "and i am for you."

john pulled away, now he was the one with tears in eyes. "we'd be lost without our otter." he whispered. then john - he would later blame it on being softened by sherlock's cute story - kissed sherlock's cheek. after that he turned around and went up the stairs.

sherlock didn't move for three very long seconds. looking after his hedgehog. i'd be lost without the both of you too, he thought, before picking up his violin to play and help john fall asleep.

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