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lisbeth-kk · 5 months

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December moments

Prompts used in this chapter: seasonal illness - the Case of the Frozen Corpse - midnight - jolly

What’s worse than an ill doctor, you wonder? I’ll tell you. It’s an ill consulting detective.

December 15

“I’m dying, John” Sherlock rasps with a hoarse voice.

“No, you’re not,” John says and places a cold cloth on Sherlock’s hot forehead.

The great detective is rarely ill, but when he is, his dramatic personae comes forth with full force. He’s got John’s full sympathy, because John hates being ill himself, and he sucks at being a patient. Where John gets grumpy and aggressive, Sherlock whines and gets clingy as a child with separation anxiety. It can be endearing but also utterly taxing. As long as Sherlock’s fever is this high, John’s reluctant to leave him by himself, and has asked Mycroft to get one of his minions to do some shopping. Mrs. Hudson is also under the weather, so John’s included her shopping list too when he texted the older Holmes brother.

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When John comes back from checking on their landlady, who doesn’t need a doctor’s attention thank you very much, Sherlock’s dozed off on the sofa. John sighs relieved, finally getting some time to himself. He takes a quick shower and starts to write down their last case on the blog, which he calls The Case of the Frozen Corpse, fully knowing that Sherlock will disapprove.

It never ceases to amaze John how vast Sherlock’s knowledge about obscure establishments and businesses within London is. It had only taken him a glance at the missing man’s correspondence to realise where he was. The butchery hadn’t been mentioned per se; only the word Baron, which evidently was enough for the great detective.

Close to Baron’s Court was a butchery with a large freezer. After a thorough search, that made all the involved cold to the bone, they’d found the corpse of the missing man.

Brilliant, as always, John concludes and posts the entry.

He startles when he hears his name being called. It’s almost midnight and John’s ready for bed and is grateful that he doesn’t have to rouse Sherlock from his sleep.

“How are you feeling, love?” John asks and kneels in front of the sofa.

“Still dying, I’m afraid,” Sherlock mutters, but his temperature is more to John’s liking now.

He’ll probably be fine after a couple of days with enough sleep and rest.

“Let’s get you to bed, and if you’re a jolly good boy I might read my last blog entry as a bedtime story to you,” John promises.

It’s clearly too painful to roll his eyes, but Sherlock manages a sound John chooses to interpret as yes, John…

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picklesgrowontrees · 1 year

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I NEED HELP FINDING A FIC

Omg please help i suddenly remembered this gorgeous masterpiece. It was a Johnlock fic, and set during/after The Great Game, specifically the pool scene. Basically the whole thing was that John started noticing leaking in their flat and throughout the story more and more water kept coming through and it turned out that they both died in the explosion and the story was just John’s imagination, and Sherlock (in his mind) had known all along but didn’t tell him. It was so beautifully written and it made me cry but I can’t find it anywhere. I’m pretty sure it was on Ao3.

Please if anyone knows about it let me know!!

#bbc sherlock #johnlock #sherlock fic #help finding a fic #please help #pls help #fic rec #fic finder #help #johnlock ficlet #ao3 tags #read on ao3 #ao3 fanfic

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curlyjohnlock · 9 months

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🌅 FANFICS MASTERLIST 🌅

Every fanfiction posted in this list is posted on my ao3 account as well.

This list will be updated whenever I post a new fic on ao3.

The Sherlock Fandom is my specialty and, of course, I only write Johnlock (and Mystrade) 😈

♧ Tango Between Broken Hearts

Fate brought Sherlock and John together, but a terrible incident tore them apart. A decade can feel like an eternity when you're forcibly separated from the person you've been desperately in love with. Now that fate is giving them a second chance, unpleasant memories resurface, and the heartbreak they both share is taking more than just time to heal. Will they be able to overcome the past, or will a higher power keep them forever apart?

♧ Confessio Mortalis

It is 1949. Sherlock Holmes is a young homosexual tormented by the conservative beliefs of his family, so he confides in a pastor, Father Watson. But he never expected that this confession would lead to a dangerous and disturbing situation…

♧ When We Were Infinite

John made a vow: he promised he would never forget a very special day: the day he married Sherlock. Despite his promise, John's memory begins to fade. As his memory slips further away, Sherlock desperately tries to find any way possible to preserve their precious memories. But, most them, are heartbreaking.

♧ Luna Saltatrix

In the middle of a raging thunderstorm, Sherlock finds himself trapped in 221b. It would be a great occasion to have some peace of mind, but Rosie isn't of the same opinion.

♧ In Profundis

An unexpected event disturbs John's ordinary life. It isn't a case, a criminal, or Sherlock. No, it's something entirely different and, dare we say, discomfortingly ordinary: constipation.

And Sherlock finds the right solution for it.

🍭 SERIES 🍭

There are FOUR series:

• FLASH FICTION SUNDAY

A one-shot will be published any random Sunday, and the plot is based on a specific prompt 🎬;

• MAY GOD HAVE MERCY ON YOUR SOUL

This series contains indipendent fanfics but all related to a specific plot:

💫 PRIESTS and SMUT 💫 ;

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helloliriels · 2 years

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heyyyy you lovely bear 🥰🥰🥰

don't know if you currently do fake fic titles but if you do i'd be curious what you would make out of the following:

"kill me (if you can)"

feel free to ignore if you don't want to do it or if you just don't do fake fic titles right now!

lots of love

-turtely 🐢

... ty turtely babes!! 🐢 👑 hope you like it?

KILL ME (IF YOU CAN)

Sherlock had been taunting Moriarty. Trying to draw him out ... since his return. Knowing now that the death on the rooftop, was as much a ruse as his own jump had been ...

. kill me. - SH txt sent 5:08

. if you can - SH txt sent 5:09

. oh mr. holmes ... txt sent 5:15

. making it too easy 😈 - JM txt sent 5:15

. what will johnny boy think? boohoo txt sent 5:17

. john will weep buckets 😭 - JM txt sent 5:17

John found the texts. Found the fresh threats. The fresh realisation that it wasn't over ... Moriarty wasn't dead.

The knowledge, the fear ... was too much.

Breaking down and confronting Sherlock about hiding this from him?

After everything he'd already gone through after the fall? For Sherlock to take this risk again?? And not tell him ... ? Made him feel worthless. Hopeless.

"I can't see you in a body bag. Not again, Sherlock! How - how could you-???"

"John, I-"

John cut him off, "do you have any fucking CLUE ... what's it's like to bury the man you love? To tear yourself apart for two years, trying to figure out WHAT YOU COULD HAVE DONE to change his mind? Too keep him SAFE? Here? In your arms?? Do you?!!!"

"The man you-," Sherlock tried, shaking with the adrenaline now coursing through his body ...

He had thought it all a game ...

He had though John found it charming? Thrilling even ... ?

How had he miscalculated to such a degree?

The words replaying in his head, over and over, 'the man you love' ... as John shook with tears too long un-shed. And Sherlock reached out to pull him in. Close. Holding him near. Daringly near ...

. Love.

How had he not seen it? That John loved him ...

What would he have done?

If he had had to bury John instead?

If he had been the one left behind?

He loved John.

"Sorry ... I'm ... I'm so sorry, John. I'm sorry!"

The words came out ... torn from his throat, like the world without John in it ... he hugged him close. Squeezed him in, as if they could merge and become one ...

"What have I done to you?"

John's tears were staining the soft fabric of silk as he pulled him closer. Tears that simply would not cease ... Sherlock took a bold step. Leaning his cheek against John's head. Bringing his hands up to cradle John's neck. Resting there as John let it all out. Sherlock’s heart gripped in John's hands even as John's hand closed around his waist. Matching his embrace. "John?"

"I didn't ... I didn't know?"

Sherlock kissed John's hair. Cradling him there in his arms. The one thing that had kept him going ... imagining John here ... at Baker Street, waiting for him to come home ... "John ...?" Sherlock asked, "why didn't you tell me, I was in love with you?"

John's wet laugh shook his ribs, and he saw John smile as he looked up. Meeting Sherlock's eyes. Holding him there.

Judging.

Weighing,

. the words. Tasting them.

To see if they were real? Genuine?

"I meant it. John, I mean it."

. "Sherlock, you don't have to-"

"I want to! I want it. Everything. With you. Stay? please stay!"

"Together," John gritted his teeth, eyes pointing again at the phone, "Only if you mean it, together! Do you understand me?! 'Just you and I against the world', you said? Did you mean it, then? Sherlock? You can't say you love me and then shut me out! You c-an't-"

His voice broke again and Sherlock pulled him back in. Looking closely at his lips. Struggling with whether or not John would let him?

... he leaned in. Whispering,

"I meant it."

"John ... meant it!"

John's sigh caught Sherlock breathless and he found his lips pressed against John's. John's fist in his shirt. Unable to resist the pull of gravity, and not wanting to even if he could! Their breaths intermingling. The taste of tea on John's tongue ... the warmth and smell of his closeness. His aftershave. His tightly wound body, pressed in close to Sherlock's own ... willingly receiving.

Things he never thought he could take and claim as his ... now beneath his fingertips.

As John's hands caressed his back and pulled him in. John showing him how to fit the pieces of their broken lives back together ... sitting down on Sherlock as Sherlock melted into the chair and took John with him.

"I love you." Sherlock whispered. Wrapping himself around John to show how much he needed this. Needed to say the words out loud. Needed John to hear them.

"I need you ...

. John Watson, you. Keep. Me. Right."

John huffed a small laugh, then remembered Sherlock's speech at the wedding and froze. Startled eyes looking up at Sherlock, fully aware now ...

. Sherlock had meant it.

. Sherlock had said it ...

. Before ...

He simply hadn't been listening.

"Oh, God, Sherlock -" John's hands found Sherlock's face, scanning his eyes and apologizing, " I didn't know ..."

And finding Sherlock's lips again, showed him more. And more. How he loved ...

Then they held each other close. Simply being. Simply breathing.

As one.

Sherlock wanted to stay here forever ... resting in John's embrace. Feeling his chest rise and fall with each intake and exhale ... the weight of the world ... his world ... was right here ...

. ... and nothing had ever felt better.

. "Together," he said, looking at John's form tucked against his own. How many times he had curled up in his chair ... and wished for John to join him?

. ... and felt more than heard John's whisper in reply,

. "together."

This time,

They would find a way.

. They had a dragon to slay. Together.

Tysm for this one!! 💜💜💜

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gregorovitch-adler · 1 year

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So, back with another series!

Title: Ficlet collection from Tumblr (May Prompts)

I'll be reposting my drabbles/ficlets from here on AO3 based on the May Prompts provided by notjustamumj.

Lilac : (Rating- G) Summary- It's not purple. It's lilac. There's a difference. (271 words)

Scarf: (Rating- T) Summary- Home is where the heart is. John's heart happened to had found a place in a certain scarf. (543 words)

Polaris: (Rating- G) Summary- Everyone needs a reminder that they are loved and wanted by someone. John is no exception to that. (615 words)

Burnt: (Rating-M) Summary- Amazing how fire exposes our priorities. (2584 words)

(I'll keep updating this post as I post new ficlets on Tumblr. Till then, check these out! Thanks for reading. 😊)

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dinner--starving · 2 years

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How is it to be in the shoes of John Watson around Sherlock Holmes, you ask?

I had the privilege of experiencing it! And oh boy was it good.

Thanks to my hyper active brain that has a feature film running under The Dream Production Studios every night of my life without fail.

I turned the dream into a ficlet :)

#dream #turned to ficlet #johnlock #fic #my fic #ao3 #up close and personal

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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 ;)

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bs2sjh · 8 days

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May 18 - Blanket

We've turned a corner, people! Thank you for all the wonderful threats and tears. And thank you for sticking with me on this journey! Without further ado, let's get to the hospital.

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John moved the blanket further up Sherlock's chest, being careful not to disturb the various wires attached to him. He knew that Sherlock had struggled with being cold ever since returning from his time away, and he refused to allow him to suffer even more now.

Sitting in the chair beside his friend, he watched the steady rise and fall of Sherlock's chest, the even PQRS waves on the monitor. As cardiac events went, this had been mild. No damage was done to the heart, just a minor flow issue in one of the coronary arteries that had resolved quickly by itself. A year or so of platelet inhibitors and no one would be any the wiser.

But this had scared John. What if he hadn't been there when it happened? What if he had received a phone call later that day or even later that week? The thought that one day, he might say goodbye, and then they would never get another chance.

Twice, he left Sherlock behind with angry words hanging between them. This could easily have ended as badly as the first time. When he called Sherlock a machine at Barts.

Leaning forward, he gently held Sherlock's hand, resting his forehead against the back.

"When you wake up. We'll talk. Properly. Everything is going to be better."

Part of May long fic all for @calaisreno's May Prompt Challenge. You can read all the previous 17 chapters here on ao3

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strawberrywinter4 · 2 months

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i saw your post about prompts!

and ooo maybe something related to sherlock's growing/settling relationship with rosie as she grows into a teen and john realising that she's much more alike mary than she thinks when she gets upset that she can't remember much about her mother. the men help her see that.

Like Mother, Like Daughter

Fandom: Sherlock (TV)

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson & Rosie Watson

Rating: General Audience

Tags: Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Post Season/Series 04, Father-Daughter Relationship, Rosie is a teenager, Teen attitude, Parentlock, Post Mary Morstan, Angst, Fluff

Thank you so, so much for this prompt, anon! I’m so sorry I didn’t get to it sooner and you were one of my first people to send in prompts. I hope this is to your liking❤️❤️

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Something’s different about Rosie today, John can tell.

Maybe it’s the unsaid sense of a father or maybe it’s because the teen has displayed a frown since the moment she woke up.

John remembers wishing Rosie a good day at school when he dropped her off, students hurrying to get to their first class.

Rosie, however, only stared at the ground, ignoring John. Her blue eyes were blank, her jaw tense.

John blinked, resting a hand on her shoulder. “Hey.”

Rosie’s eyelashes fluttered as she turned to John. “Yeah?”

“You alright?”

She shrugged, and John was only happy it wasn’t an eye roll as well, a pair of gestures that the teen had acquired as the years went on. “M’fine, Dad,” she dismissed, carrying her bag and leaving John’s side before John could say anything else.

“Her menstrual cycle, maybe?” Sherlock had suggested back at 221B when John voiced his concerns. “Did she seem irate?”

“No,” John had said. “Well—god, I don’t even know. Maybe? Just… down, I guess.”

Sherlock came up behind John and soothed a loose hair on the doctor’s head. “Ask her when she gets home, then.”

John snorted. “You know how to deal with her best. You ask her.”

“John,” Sherlock said, sending him a pointed look. “Talk to her.”

The conversation replays in John’s head as he and Rosie walk home, their steps in sync.

Rosie has just turned 14, and her attitude certainly shows it. John finds that his daughter has obtained his obvious anger issues. That can cause some arguments to take place, as much as John wishes it didn’t. Or maybe it’s because she’s around the snarky detective, catching on to his sass.

John sighs through his nose. He hopes not.

Before they enter the flat, John stops her, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Rosie, wait.”

Rosie stops, turning to him with a stiff shrug. “Yeah?”

John turns his head. “You sure you’re alright, darling?”

Rosie’s still for too long, her eyes never leaving John’s. “I told you, I’m fine,” she says.

“Right, well, you say that, but you don’t seem like it.”

Rosie scoffs. “Well, I don’t know what you want me to do about it. This is how I act.”

John grits his teeth. “Not usually. Usually you don’t give me an attitude.”

“I’m not giving you an attitude. I’m talking.”

John laughs humorlessly. “Rosie, this isn’t talking. This is starting an argument.”

This time, Rosie rolls her eyes. “God, I can’t get anything through with you!”

And to John’s great surprise, she barges through the door and practically stomps up the stars. John waits for another moment and soon, he registers a door slamming.

John sighs in frustration and heads up to 221B as well in a much calmer fashion. Once he steps into the living room to the flat, Sherlock turns to him where he’s conducting an experiment on the kitchen counter.

“Not good, then?” the detective asks with a quirk of a brow.

John runs a hand over his face. “No. No, not good.”

“She doesn’t like when you’re snarky back,” Sherlock murmurs, flicking a glass tube with his fingers to allow more water flow.

“I wasn’t- look, she has to learn how to dial down that attitude,” John says, leaning on the frame of the entrance to the kitchen. “I swear, it’s almost like arguing with you.”

“No. It’s like arguing with you,” Sherlock corrects. “Or Mary. Really, I can see both of you in her quite clearly.”

John grits his teeth at the comment. He looks up at the bedroom, the shut door displaying unwelcomeness. John steps forward. “Maybe I should-”

“Don’t,” Sherlock says, his eyes still on the tube. “Give her time. Allow her to cool off.”

John clenches his jaw, then nods curtly. “Yeah. Right, erm-”

In a swift movement, Sherlock turns on the stool, taking John’s sides and bringing him closer so that he’s able to stand between his legs. John releases a quiet sigh of relief at the feel of Sherlock’s hands at his sides, soothing him.

“In the research I’ve done, teenagers are prone to get angry easier,” Sherlock says.

“You’ve done research?”

“Shut up. What I’m saying is, just… be patient with her, I suppose. If you two keep bickering back and forth, it will be to no end.”

John stares at Sherlock, unable to take his eyes off this wonderful, brilliant man in front of him. “I love you,” John breathes.

Sherlock grins. “I know.”

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Two hours pass, maybe three. John is jittering in his chair, and Sherlock is browsing his (John’s) computer leisurely for a case.

John nods, making a decision. “Right. I’m gonna go talk to her.” He stands and Sherlock’s deep voice catches him.

“Calmly,” Sherlock warns, not looking up from the screen.

John opens his mouth to say something, then decides to simply settle for a nod.

Two steps at a time, he heads up the stairs. For a while, he just stands there, fist hesitantly nearing the wooden door.

He takes a deep breath, then knocks.

Nothing.

He knocks again.

John can hear an annoyed breath from the other end of the room. Soon, Rosie opens the door, her eyes expectant. “Yes?” she asks.

John gestures into the room. “May I come in, your majesty?”

Rosie fights a grin, but quickly hides it as she steps aside. “If you want.”

John comes in and briefly admires Rosie’s room. The design has changed over the years. It used to be John’s old room and it was quite bland, but as Rosie’s gotten older, John has encouraged her to decorate it how she pleases. Now there are a few posters of celebrities (that Sherlock rolls his eyes at) and John catches that there’s even a poster of James Bond.

John’s heart swells. He made sure to introduce Rosie to the Bond films at an early age and, together, they’ve made it a tradition to have a movie night at least once a year to binge watch the films. At first, Sherlock refused to partake in it. But when Rosie gave him her big blue eyes, silently pleading that he join them, Sherlock sighed in defeat, taking a seat next to them on the sofa.

John sucks in a breath, breaking his thoughts. He turns to Rosie, his eyes now filling with concern. “Do you want to tell me what’s wrong now?”

Rosie looks down, fiddling her fingers. “Nothing’s wrong.”

“Rosie,” John says gently. “Come on. You don’t have to lie about this.”

Rosie stares at him, then seems to make a decision. She goes across the room, opening a drawer and pulling out a deck of photographs.

John doesn’t have to see them to know what they are.

“I didn’t mean to snoop,” Rosie claims nervously, stepping forward as she looks down at the pictures of her mother on her wedding day. “But… I mean- I saw the photo album in the corner of your room and- and I couldn’t help but look… keep them. I promise I’ll put them all back, but I just wanted to look, and-”

“Rosie,” John says. He sighs, putting a hand on her shoulder. “It’s alright, darling. It- I knew you’d be curious someday.”

Rosie released a trembling breath. John’s heart breaks. “Why don’t we talk about Mum?” she asks.

John bites down hard on his inner cheek. “You know it’s a sensitive subject. You know how she died.”

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t talk about her,” Rosie counters, her voice cracking.

John squeezes her shoulder, then leads them both to sit on the bed. “I know,” he says. “I know and I’m… so sorry. I just- there’s so much about your mother that- that’s not… I just don’t want you to see her in a bad light.”

“Then… at least tell me if- if I’m like her,” Rosie pleads.

“Oh, darling, of course you are,” John reassures. “You’re a spitting image of her.”

“Could you just- tell me about her? Tell me what she’s like?”

“Well, she was-”

“I want Sherlock to be here,” Rosie interrupts, her eyes desperate.

John pauses. He quickly recovers and nods. “Yeah… yeah, ‘course.”

Just then, Sherlock opens the door. He sniffs and John frowns. “You summoned me,” Sherlock says as he shuts the door behind him.

“Sherlock, how many times do I have to remind you not to listen in on conversations?” John says with gritted teeth as Rose laughs.

“You can hardly blame me, John,” Sherlock defends as he sits on the other side of Rosie.

“I can and I most certainly will.”

Sherlock’s eyes focus on Rosie. “What would you like to know?”

Rosie looks down as she thinks. “It’s selfish.”

“Bee,” Sherlock says in the soft voice he only reserves for Rosie and John. “Nothing you can say is selfish. You have every right to know. I was wondering when you’d bring the topic up.”

Rosie sighs. “Anything, really. I want… I want to know if I’m like her at all or- just anything.”

John can’t help but give a small smile. “You have her stubbornness,” he says. “I think that’s the main thing. I swear, sometimes you talk just like her.”

“You have her energy,” Sherlock continues, and John wants to kiss the man for being such a wonderful sport. He knows Sherlock still feels inexplicable guilt, even as they’ve progressed their relationship into a couple. He knows Sherlock has a difficult time talking about the subject, but the fact that he talks about it like it’s the easiest thing in the world when someone brings Mary up… John loves him. “She was quite the lively woman.”

“You’re clever,” John says, his voice now a whisper. “She was intelligent, could always see through a lie and had a lense of reality.”

Rosie looks like she’s on the verge of tears. Sherlock rubs her back. “What is it?” the detective asks.

“No, no, it’s just…” She lets out a long breath. “Everyone at school always talks about their mothers. And- And that made me more upset that I couldn’t relate to them.” A small smile forms on Rosie’s lips. “I’m glad I can… that I can learn about Mum. And just knowing that I’m somewhat like her-” Rosie sniffles, smiling through her tears. “It makes me so happy.”

John pulls Rosie in for a tight hug, striving not to shed tears himself. He kisses her blonde curls. “You’re a lot more like her than you think. She’ll always be a part of you and I want you to never forget that.”

Sherlock seems hesitant on joining in on the affection, but Rosie huffs and pulls him in by his arm sleeve. “‘Lock, get in here.”

Sherlock chuckles at the nickname and joins in, wrapping his long arms around the both of them.

They stay like that for a while, just the three of them.

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Fluffbruary: Day 29

John can't wait for the trip. It'll be kind of a “sex holiday,” only it isn't a holiday. John's attending a conference in Wales, and Sherlock is tagging along.

They both had a hard time being apart whenever John attended such events in the past. This time they'll be together. During the day, Sherlock will solve cases per email from their hotel room and John will follow the lectures, and they'll have the evenings for themselves.

“Sherlock, you ready? The taxi’s waiting.”

“Coming!” Sherlock emerges from the bedroom with their suitcases. A quick peck, and they are heading downstairs together.

And so, Fluffbruary comes to an end :')

I've never been so invested in posting fanfic before (I mean, 29 days in a row!) and, the other times I posted collections (i. e. the last two Christmases), I always had everything already written before I started sharing it. This time, it was sort of a long work in progress, which is why I called it "madness" 😂 It has been wonderful, though. I had a blast this month, and the readers' responses made it all even better! So THANK YOU so much for all your comments, likes, and reblogs, and mostly, for dedicating time to reading my silly fanfiction! 🥰

In ao3 you can find all the Fluffbruary drabbles together in a neat collection, as well as other drabbles, 221Bs, and ficlets of various lengths. Come say hi! ❤️

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lisbeth-kk · 5 months

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December moments

Prompts used in this chapter: post-holiday blues - "Thank God that's over"

John always gets post-holiday blues after Boxing Day, but an unexpected visit, brightens his mood. The jury’s still out regarding Sherlock’s reaction to said visit

December 27

He wakes up alone, and his stomach clenches. It’s the same every year. Once Boxing Day is over, John’s post-holiday blues arrive. He’d thought it would be different this year, when his dream had come true, having Sherlock’s love, sharing his bed every night, but apparently not. Perhaps it wouldn’t have felt this awful if Sherlock still was sleeping beside him, but he isn’t. John buries his face in his pillow and tries to take deep breaths to keep the tears at bay, but he doesn’t succeed.

Last night had been the most passionate, tender and fucking amazing night of his life. A begging Sherlock on his knees while John was rimming him until he gave in and entered Sherlock’s body deliciously slow and was rewarded with the most exquisite sounds from his lover, which almost tipped John over the edge before they’d begun.

And now he lies alone in bed close to sobbing because of…what exactly? He’s engaged to the love of his life, he’s got the next days off work, and he and Sherlock are going on a trip to fulfill Sherlock’s secret wish in January.

John’s been so lost in his own misery that he hasn’t heard footsteps approaching the bed, and startles when the mattress dips and a warm hand is placed on his shoulder.

“John. What is it?” Sherlock asks.

The worry in his voice is evident and John turns on to his back facing him. Sherlock’s thumb wipes away a tear and frowns.

“Only the usual mood, which I thought would leave me alone this year, truth be told. There’s no need for me to feel like this when I have you in my life. Do you have a kiss for me?”

Sherlock’s features soften and he doesn’t waste any time responding.

***

The text from Greg after breakfast, puzzles John

Is it okay if I come over around 1 pm? No case, just a social call.

Sherlock just shrugs when John asks if he has any objections to Greg’s unprecedented inquiry. Luckily, they have some of Mrs. Hudson’s delicious biscottis left, and the special hazelnut-scented coffee they received from Sherlock’s parents will be a nice addition.

John has changed into the midnight-blue shirt Sherlock gifted him, and the detective himself, is impeccably dressed in dark blue suit trousers and a crisp white shirt with straining buttons. A jolt of desire runs down John’s spine by the very sight and he wants nothing more than to walk over to Sherlock and snog him senseless, but steps on the stairs stop him.

“When did you give Greg a key?” John asks Sherlock.

“I didn’t,” Sherlock answers with narrowed eyes before he collapses into his chair, muttering his brother’s name.

And seconds later Greg and said brother stand in the doorway. Greg seems a bit nervous, and when John realises what’s going on, Sherlock has glared, huffed and scoffed for several seconds.

“You can close your mouth now, if you don’t have anything to communicate, Doctor Watson,” Mycroft says haughtily.

“Mycroft,” Greg hisses

The resemblance to how John scolds Sherlock when he behaves inappropriately is uncanny. John can’t hold back anymore, and when he meets Sherlock’s eyes, John’s done for. He laughs whole-heartedly and Sherlock joins him with his dark rumble. It takes a while before they remember their visitors, who have taken matters into their own hands and serve the coffee and biscuits with slightly blushing faces.

***

“Thank God that’s over,” Sherlock states when Mycroft and Greg have left.

“It wasn’t that bad,” John protests. “Did you know they were an item?”

“Not per se, but I observed that Mycroft greeted Lestrade with his first name at our Christmas party, and that struck me as a bit strange considering that he rarely uses your given name,” Sherlock says.

“Right. Well, I never saw that coming, but I guess it’s no weirder than the two of us being romantically involved,” John muses.

“John! Don’t you dare compare what we have with what my brother and Graham are up to,” Sherlock blurts out and makes a total mess of his hair in his agitation.

John straddles Sherlock’s thighs with a gleeful expression and gives in to the temptation from earlier, which effectively puts a stop to Sherlock’s reflections regarding his brother’s love life.

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