#johnlockfic

[mama-orion]

Hello amazing humans.

I'm nervous, I'm giddy. I’m back. I promise not to paint on a bad mustache and pretend two years haven’t happened.

After a long, long, nourishing hibernation, The Man in the Iron Collar is back. Many chapters are in progress, so while I am a sloth-slow writer, there will be more to read in the days and weeks ahead, with the great goal of keeping up the momentum until the tale is told in full. Wish me luck.

Chapter 24 - Tea and Tendrils

Scraps of foresight had peppered Sherlock’s dreams since childhood, but this summer the trickle had become a torrent. What was coming? Who was this man who appeared in so many of the visions?

And then Captain John Watson had strode into his circus tent and the cryptic visions had begun to come true.

Fragments of dream-premonitions replayed in his mind on a frenetic loop.

The wind screams in his ears as he pulls out of a loop-de-loop, John gripped tightly to his chest, the circus far below–

Netters close, close – a forest full of fire, smoke chokes his lungs, panic in his veins as he grabs hold of John and launches skyward, away away –

An Adelidae keening in pain, her flesh turning to stone. He shows John how to heal her–

An obelisk of pyrite looms below him in a cavern. He grabs John’s hand, they jump off the ledge–

They run through alleyways toward a half-constructed zeppelin. Netters are close behind. They need to jump unseen–

These visions had come to pass, but more – many more – still eluded him. Some were innocuous. A few were deeply pleasant. But most of the images squeezed him in a fist of fear.

In one dark vision, Sherlock was pushing John through a glimmering rent in the air, his cheeks wet with tears. In another, the snarling tarnished tiger-helm of a Netter glared down at him, an antlered head looming behind it with eyes like cold stars; in a third, he was walking through a too-still forest approaching an ash tree. His fingers brushed over the bark’s ridges, the whorls and grooves forming the likeness of a face –

He shuddered. What pieces of dream-sight held importance, and which were just subconscious flotsam? Was there a pattern he was missing? Some clue that would tell him what danger was truly coming? It was maddening. It felt as if the answers were just on the edge of thought. The fractured scenes flashed through his mind, faster, faster –

John’s fingers slid over Sherlock’s sharply-bouncing knee, his touch anchoring him back in the present.

Alright?

The visions ebbed away.

Sherlock took a deep, shaky breath. Thank you. Got lost in my thoughts.

He was sitting in a comfortable chair by Mrs. Hudson’s crackling magical fire, so close to John’s own chair that their knees lightly brushed. His hands were holding a cooling cup of tea. He took a sip of the earthy jasmine. The wards and seals of the Haven hummed just on the edge of his perception. They were free. They were safe.

Read the rest of Chapter 24 on AO3

While I’m going forward unbeta’d, @shirleycarlton will always have my profound gratitude for hours of excellent beta’ing and support.

And cover art by @spenglernot is still so utterly perfect.

Back to writing. Damn it feels good to be back.

#fanfic #themanintheironcollar #magic #wip #flying kisses and lots of danger #johnlockfic

[pollyplaytoy]

Looking for a fanfiction.

Omegaverse what I remember is sherlock is pregnant and passes out due to heat and John finds out about the pregnancy but he's engaged. Myceoft is insistent that sherlock not have the baby....some other stuff. But I can't find it. Anyone know?

#johnlockfic #johnlock #mpreg #fanfic #help

[multifandomforthemostpart]

“you mean to say you like men."

"of course I do." he whispered softly, as though it was the most simple thing in the world. as if it wasn’t some earth-shattering new piece of information, that would cause upheaval throughout sherlock’s mind. “i thought you’d, ah, I don’t know, deduced it when you saw sholto. that i’m bi.”

sherlock swallows at the admission. it’s not a long pause, but it feels achingly silent, so he fills it with the truth. “I thought my judgement was clouded. blind spot. complicated day, the uh...the wedding, so many...emotions in one place.

"blind spot?"

Snippet from a johnlock fic I’m in the process of writing - post s4 case angst w/confession & a dash of parentlock for y’all

#sherlock posts #sherlockposts #sherlock au #sherlock #Sherlock Holmes #Johnlock #johnlockfic #inevitablyjohnlocked #pls god what is the formatting on tumblr #johnlockposts #johnwatson #bi #bi john gay Sherlock #bi john

[sherlockwatson-holmesblog]

“It’s okay.”

“It’s not okay.” John murmured, with his face buried in Sherlock’s chest.

“No,-- but it is what it is.” It was true, this relationship, this life made him a fortress, the one which you couldn’t possibly punch your way through. John kept his sorrow hidden inside his small and unassuming body and Sherlock kept his hidden behind the visage of a cold and calculating machine.

A fortress, indeed

He comforted John, but who was going to comfort him? He’d been beaten after all.

****************

There seems to be something tragic in a friendship so coloured by romance, for They have loved each other. However, Some Days, love isn’t enough.

Sherlock and John persevering, as always.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25496095/chapters/61850914

@johnlockunicorn @trustmesherlock @sherlockedcarmilla @sherlockwatson-holmes @purplegori @lakoda0518 @221bvanshika @morganeuk @chriscalledmesweetie @shelleysprometheus @7-percent @shiplocks-of-love @88thparallel @butwemadethemcocoa @bilbon-socket @jobooksncoffee @inevitably-johnlocked @totallysilvergirl @cortinita @loveismyrevolution @jbaillier @sgam76

Please tell me if you want to be tagged or untagged.

#sherlock #bbcsherlock #johnlock #johnlockfic #signalboost #10yearsofsherlock #10yearsofjohnlock #emotionaltrauma #recovery

[whodwantmeasaflatmate]

Hello, friends! It's been ages since I wrote something and I'm thinking of starting something new - Any suggestions? Prompts? I've got a few thousand words of something I have NO IDEA of where it is going so I need a diversion... Johnlock please, any rating, happy ending (heh heh) I'm such a softie...

Any ideas welcome! Muwah!

#johnlock #johnlockfic #sherlock #bbc sherlock

[joaquinbumblebee24]

I am writing a new Johnlock fic

I have just planned out like a short novella length fic. It’s about Autism, ABA therapy and LGBT conversion therapy. and also a case fic. It’s set in the United States in Central California. I am at 907 words. The working title is An Eternal Struggle; that can change easily. 

#HoneybeeMotorcyclewrites #ABA therapy #Autism spectrum #Sherlock fic #Johlock #LGBT conversion therapy #Johnlockfic #I love Sherlock Holmes/Dr Watson #Sherlock/John #An Eternal Struggle #Autistic Sherlock

[juswrittinstories]

Johnlock chapter 1: The Nightmare

On a cold, snowy winter night, John snuggled into bed with Sherlock beside him. The couple were exhausted from decorating 221B for Christmas. Soon after, his view changed from darkness to troops dashing from both sides. He looked, they weren’t just ordinary troops, they were all covered in mud and dirt. He found himself standing in the middle of a battle field, both hands wrapped around a gun. Standing there blindly, he was in danger as his enemies wanted every one of his people die, in any ways, and he was letting them shoot him easily. Soon after, John found himself bleeding, his right hand was shot and was bleeding terribly. John soon fell unconscious onto the floor, not noticed by the busy battling troops. ‘John! John!’ a sound came from nowhere while John was having a blackout, not any sound, but it was familiar, it was Sherlock’s voice. John was pulled back to reality by Sherlock’s voice. Of course, he didn’t want his curly-haired darling worried. ‘I’m fine, I’m fine.’ John said, but his voice betrayed him as it was trembling furiously. ‘NO YOU’RE NOT! Look at you, you’re trembling all over!’ Sherlock was worried, angry and relieved at the same time, as he didn’t want John to carry all the stress by himself. Sherlock knew John was up to something. ‘It..it..its only the Afghan War. I had it again. The nightmare I couldn’t get rid of.’ John took a sip of the water from the cup Sherlock had given him just in case he needed it. ‘Oh, then we better get rid of it. I will take you to your therapist later, now get changed.’ Sherlock then put the clothes he had prepared on the bed, walked out of the room and waited patiently for John.

w.c:298 words

wait patiently for chap 2!

#johnlock #johnlockfics

[reilovely-blog]

Love Is A Sickness Full Of Woes

"Sherlock watches how the ex-army captain’s blue clad eyes sparkle as he speaks on the phone, the easy, bright smile decorating those lips as he throws his head back in laughter at something she (Jane, or Jeanette, or Jenny or something equally inane) says.

And he falls even deeper.

And he wonders if he’ll ever stop.

Loving him.

Wanting him.

He wonders if he will forever dream, for the one day-that maybe... someday… he would finally see him; that he would finally love him. "

Sherlock watches how the ex-army captain’s blue clad eyes sparkle as he speaks on the phone, the easy, bright smile decorating those lips as he throws his head back in laughter at something she (Jane, or Jeanette, or Jenny or something equally inane) says.

And he falls even deeper.

And he wonders if he’ll ever stop.

Loving him.

Wanting him.

He wonders if he will forever dream, for the one day-that maybe... someday…  he would finally see him; that he would finally love him.

-

Greg Lestrade pursed his lips, taking a distracted sip of his cold coffee as he stares at Sherlock and John in thought. He can see the obvious affection the younger male has for John, just from the way his eyes immediately drift to him when he walks in, and the small, sad look that he wears when he thinks that no one is looking- it’s a look Greg knows far too well, having seen it many times back when Sherlock was still a teenager, suffering from loneliness of the ostracisation his intellect brought. It’s a look that still gets him every single time, heart aching when he remembers the days he couldn’t do anything but try to be there for his drug addled charge, running gentle fingers through ruffled curls as he quietly sobs and asks why him.

He remembers telling Sherlock back then- the day the genius comes home with tears streaming down his cheeks because his so-called boyfriend had dumped him with accusations that it was his fault anyway because if only he wasn’t such a freak- that there was nothing wrong with him, and that one day, one day he’d find someone who could accept him as he was.

He almost wishes he could take it back now, because Sherlock did find that someone in John, and was hurting all the more for it.  

Greg thinks he can almost hear the fluttering of the consulting detective’s heart- the heart everyone believes to be non-existent- when the blonde slides up to him with a wide grin. And when Sherlock nonchalantly agrees that they are done and could leave soon because John has a date, even though the case hasn’t been solved, he finally understands just how much Sherlock really loves John.

But he also knows that Sherlock has never believed his love to be reciprocated.

He wishes that Sherlock could see- not just look, but to actually see- the way John’s eyes light up as they land on him, the way his smile brightens, widens even more when he’s around; the way he cuddles up close to Sherlock when he sits by him- bodies pressed together from shoulders to toes.

If only he could see…

Because the inspector can, and what he sees, is that John loves Sherlock, just as much as Sherlock loves John.  

-

Sherlock stirs from his flu induced sleep when he hears the door of his room squeak in the fog of his mind, groggily blinking at his uninvited guest. Bleary eyes register his intruder as John when he leans over him and whispers his name, a fond but worried smile on his lips as he slides a cool palm beneath his bangs. He reaches out and pulls John down beneath the covers with him, burying his head into the warm jumper clad chest, just as he always wished he could do, inhaling that comforting scent as he lets out a quiet hum of bliss.

And he thinks that this must be another dream, because it feels like heaven with John in his arms- unreal, beautiful, perfect- because why would John come to him in the middle of the night?

But it’s not till he feels a tender kiss gingerly pressed to his cheek, accompanied by a husky goodnight as he drifts off, that he realizes it’s only a dream, because this can’t be real, not when John doesn’t love him back- he just doesn’t.

When Sherlock next awakens, to dull grey clouds, the smell of freshly brewed rain, and no John by his side, he feels a strange tug of disappointment at his heart. And he can’t help but be angry- not with John, no, never with John- but with himself. Because he shouldn’t be disappointed, he just shouldn’t, not when this was all he’d expected, and he hates himself- his pathetic, vulnerable self- because it hurt more than he thought it should.

He tries not to dwell on it as he storms out into typical London weather, the constant shower of icy rain prickling against tender skin. His clothes are rapidly getting soaked through, but he doesn’t stop; doesn’t turn back even when he knows he’ll have to account to a very irate John later.

The crystal droplets relentlessly slap down on him, bruising, but the sharp bites are numbing, and Sherlock is grateful for that, because he doesn’t want to cry, doesn’t want to hurt anymore.

But they come anyways- the tears- but he’s too tired; just too sick and tired of all this longing and loving and despair, that he just breaks down, lets the tears fall freely as he’s getting drenched.

When he finally decides to return to their flat, his lips are already turning blue, teeth chattering as he shivers uncontrollably. He fumbles with his keys, cursing when they slipped through his unresponsive fingers. The door flies open at the commotion, just as he bends down to pick them up, and he’s met with a very flustered John, blue eyes dancing in anxiety and relief as they land on him.

Head swimming as he straightens, Sherlock tries to focus on the worried male in front of him, lips forming incoherent words as he attempts to string appropriate words together through the mush his brain is reduced to.

“Why…” are you upset?

But that’s all he manages, darkness abruptly overwhelming him as he crumples forward- into John’s surprised arms.  

“…Sherlock!”  

-

Hot. It’s so hot... He tries to move away from the suffocating heat, to move somewhere safer, but all he sees is the leering darkness, and he can’t move- not while he can’t see, but the heat was moving closer, and the fear that gnaws at him is spinning his mind out of a calm control, into a panicked state.

He tries to peer through the darkness, but everything that’s there is just nothingness, and the panic is escalating when he realizes that he doesn’t remember his whereabouts, or how he ended up in this place. He can’t breathe; the heat is burning, scorching his flesh, but still he can’t move, and no one can save him- and he’s too young, he doesn’t want to die yet- he can’t die.

Not when he hasn’t confessed; not when he needs to tell him that he loves him.

He scrunches his nose in confusion, irritation prickling his mind because he knows he’s missing something important, knows that he’s forgotten something that should never be forgotten.

Him... who...?

But try as he might, the heat is distracting, and he can’t think, can’t remember who he needs, and- “Sherlock...”

He hears the voice- faint, but it comes again, and a face flashes through his tortured mind. He feels enlightened, as if a great burden has been lifted from his chest, and he sucks in a shuddering breath as the air steadily starts to trickle in. The heat doesn’t hurt as much anymore, replaced by comforting warmth, and he feels safe.

Because now, he knows where he has to go- who he has to return to.

-

“John…”

“Sherlock? Sherlock, love, can you open your eyes for me?” Even through the haze in his head, he knows that he knows that combination of smells; of honey and milk shampoo, of tea, of home, and more importantly, he knows those hands- the one that is currently grasping his, tightly squeezing, and the other that is running soothingly through his hair as if trying to gently rouse him.

“John?” He squints through the sudden light invading his senses as his eyes flicker open, relaxing when his vision clears enough for him to make out the weary figure of his flatmate. John breathes in relief, smiling at him when he sees the sharp focus on him– he’d never thought he’d miss that scrutinizing so much, not till he was faced with days of scrunched, shut eyes in fevered dreams at worst and glassy, uncomprehending  eyes at best.

“Oh Thank God, I was just about to bring you in if you still didn’t wake up. How are you feeling?”

“I’m fine.” He automatically replies, even though he doesn’t feel fine- not that he’d ever admit that- pushing himself up to a sitting position on trembling arms.

“Only you could get a fever of over forty one degrees and still say you’re fine. I swear, I almost had a heart attack when you collapsed on me. You’ve got to stop doing this, Sherlock.” John sighs as Sherlock sniffs disdainfully, eyes crinkling in worry as he reaches up to slide a cool palm beneath the bed of riotous curls.

“I’m fine, John, if you’re just going to stand there and smother me with your worrying and nagging, I suggest you take your leave now.”

“Oh don’t worry, Sherlock. That was the end of me being nice. This is the part I start yelling.” Sherlock groans, looking like a petulant child as he slumps with a dark scowl, flinging an arm dramatically over his eyes.  

“John-”

“No, I don’t care, you’re listening to me. You know, for a genius as brilliant as yourself, you can be such an idiot at times. Why you would think it was a good idea to leave the flat at all, let alone into the pouring rain, when you’re sick, is absolutely beyond me. Honestly, I leave you alone in bed for like half an hour tops, and next thing I know, THERE’S NO SHERLOCK HOLMES IN BED.” John throws his hands up in exasperation, glaring at the shocked detective.

“W-What?” Sherlock stutters, arm falling from his face as he gapes at John, mind whirling with the implications of what he just heard. John lifts a sardonic eyebrow, peering suspiciously at him, as if trying to gauge some deeper, underlying meaning behind his question.

“What do you mean what? Are you trying to deny that you disappeared on me? Because I know what I saw, I’m not an idiot, contrary to your beliefs.”

“No, not that. Your last sentence. Say it again.” Brows furrowed at the urgency and light hint of desperation underlying those words, John pauses, arms lowering in confusion as he stares at the detective worriedly.

“Uh, I leave you alone in bed for half an hour and you disappeared on me?” He finally ventures, carefully, uncertain as to how the words would be taken. He doesn’t know how else they could be taken, simple words as they were- or at least, he thinks they are simple, but who knows what goes through that great mind of his.  

“You left me alone in bed?” John’s starting to get worried now, frowning apprehensively at Sherlock, now sitting upright in bed, back straightened with tension and blinking uncomprehendingly at him.

“I just said that, yea. Sherlock, are you sure you’re alright?”

“For half an hour?”

“Well, more like twenty minutes but yea, I had to run and grab some medication from Tesco’s, since you used them all up in some experiment of yours- I’m still angry with you for that, by the way.” Sherlock tuned out the rest of what John was saying, mind still drawing blanks as he tried to process what it all meant- it felt important, it was important, but he just couldn’t quite figure it out yet.

He left me, alone, in bed for twenty minutes. Was he with me before that? How long was he with me before that? Does that mean… But that doesn’t necessarily mean that he was with me. He could have just been routinely checking in on me. And even if he was, he was probably not with me- of course not, John wouldn’t be with me, why would he, he’s not gay-  

“You left me alone in bed for twenty minutes?” Sherlock winces as the words fell unbidden from his lips anyways, cursing inwardly at the disbelief and hope tinting those words- and Good Lord, he was repeating himself- was he always so obvious when it came to John?

God, it’s no wonder that crimes of passion were so ridiculously easy to solve, if love was going to turn people into such bumbling idiots.

And worse still, he knew better than to even attempt to blame this on being sick- this, this was all John.

“…You’re repeating yourself, Sherlock. God, how hard did you burn your brain? Maybe we should go to the hospital.”

“No! No, I’m fine, John, promise. I just- I thought- you weren’t there when I woke up.”

“Yea, I just told you, I had to…” John says slowly, trailing off as he took in the vulnerability in the way the brunette held himself, the barely hidden hurt in those gorgeous eyes as he looked away from the scrutiny, throat bobbing in a hard swallow before he gave the smallest of nods in acknowledgement.

No… that’s not right. It’s…

“Oh,” John breathes out, stunned with the realization dawning on him.

That wasn’t simply acknowledgement- it was embarrassment; it was shame.

“You thought… that it wasn’t real.”

“It? What do you mean?”

“Me. And you… in bed.” John flushes, deep crimson rapidly climbing his neck when the detective’s eyes widen in shock, jaw dropping comically.

“No, no that’s not what I meant. Oh God, that came out wrong. Not that I wouldn’t- I’m not trying to suggest- I mean, I know you’re not interested and-” He rambles hurriedly, wishing the ground would open up and swallow him because Dear Lord, he was an idiot and he was going to ruin everything and-

“But I am!”

“… What?” He can’t help but blink in surprise when the exclamation stops him short, cutting across his panicked thoughts, and he thinks he must have fainted, or something, because he swears he just heard Sherlock say that he was interested.

In a romantic (sexual?) relationship with John.  

“I am. Interested, that is.” But there it was again, and disbelieving as he is, maybe he’s not dreaming after all, because he’s not that desperate to try and force dreamlock to confess that he was interested twice, and in hindsight, Sherlock did drag him into bed after all.

Huh.

“But you’re… you said you were married to your work.”

“Yes, well. I changed my mind.” Sherlock rolls his eyes, huffing in indignation when John lifts a sceptical eyebrow at him.  

“Oh, come off it, John. Don’t tell me I’m not allowed to change my mind.”

“I do admit that even I personally never thought I would ever find someone… People are so unbearably dull after all, but you, John. You are the most singularly interesting person I have ever met, and I find myself constantly surprised by you. I think I can safely say that I have never been or will be more interested in someone in my life.” He continues in a much quieter voice when John continues to stare at him, eyes flickering down to the ground so he wouldn’t have to see his reaction. He doesn’t think it could be anything good anyway, even though taking John’s words into consideration, it really could be- was more likely than not, in fact- but he doesn’t dare to hope.

“But- But you’re Sherlock Holmes, Mr ‘sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side’! I didn’t think… You said you were a high functioning sociopath.”

“Something you know not to be entirely true, John.” Sherlock says, and the words must have come out much softer than he’d intended, further gentled with the small and exceptionally fond smile he doesn’t realize he has on, because John smiles back, and it’s every bit as tender and just so John that Sherlock falls in love all over again.

Dear God, I love him.

He can only stare at John helplessly, forcing down the desperate whimper that wants to escape (even just the idea of him whimpering is absolutely unacceptable), because no one has ever looked at Sherlock the way John has, and the thought of being without John- of a life without John, he thinks, cannot and will not be a life at all.

“…I do, don’t I.”

And Sherlock is looking at him with so much emotion, so much suppressed hope, that his breath catches in his throat and John doesn’t even stand a chance, the words slipping out before he gets a chance to think about it.

“I love you.” Sherlock freezes, muscle tensing as his face starts to shut down, and John curses inwardly, almost apologizing and taking it back; almost regrets saying it because it’s just too much, too fast.

But then Sherlock practically pounces on him, lips pressed firmly against his, and he definitely doesn’t regret it- not when Sherlock is returning the sentiment, whispering it frantically against his skin with every chaste kiss he places.

Oh what the hell, he thinks, as long as he has Sherlock.

 ~Fin.~

#johnlock #johnlockfic #insecure!sherlock #sick!sherlock #ao3fic #sherlockfanfic #length:oneshot #length:3k #length: under 5k #sickfic

[oldtalesoflove]

dark moff leak your fic rec list

#i think if he read johnlockfics then he would probably read fics w jealousy lol

[mama-orion]

Chapter 28, Resonance, is up!

A picnic, a read-aloud, shocking magical revelations, and the rating has changed to Mature. Which was inevitable.

Excellent cover art by @spenglernot

#themanintheironcollar #johnlock #fanfic #johnlockfic #magicalrealism #wip

[seems-like-a-good-idea]

"Good Omens?" A 221B ficlet challenge "crossover."

It's not a crossover, per se. I wanted to include Good Omens in one of the Sherlock ficlet challenges so I could combine two of my favorite fandoms. This is my second 221 B challenge submission. Thanks in advance if you are so moved as to give kudos or comment or reblog this post.

@sherlockedcarmilla @thegoodomensdumpster @the-apples-were-monitored @221bvanshika @superwholocklmt @lakoda0518 @jobooksncoffee @thinkanddoodle-batch @lapislazuli @acumberlockedgirl @thejohnlockoutlet @a-study-in-deduction @a-study-in-deduction-221b @tjlcisthenewsexy @tjlc @221bsherlock @johnlockfics @redbirdinwhitecage @bitterbiracialbibliophile @wintersoldierfell @aconsultingdetective @aziraphalesbian @aziraphalesrarebooks @inevitably-johnlocked @noadventureshere221b @ben-locked

#sherlock #bbc #TJLC #sherlock bbc #sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #good Omens #aziraphale #crowley #love #friendship #amazon prime #secret crush #ao3

[itislove]

Does anyone know the name of The Great British Bake Off Johnlock AU??

@inevitably-johnlocked @johnlockfics 

#fic search #johnlock fic

[whodwantmeasaflatmate]

I think I posted to @221b-consolation just under the wire! Woohoo!

Come enjoy the sights and sounds and smells of 221B and our two idiots in love dancing around each other. I took a little licence from a suggestion from dear @addigni AGES ago (which I doubt they will even recall) and have finally made good on it.

Prompt: John comes home to a sleep-talking Sherlock moaning his name. WHATEVER will he do...

Rated M and I'm so damned fluffy, it's smutty and still sweet. Can't help myself apparently. 😊

#johnlock #johnlockfic #sherlock #221b consolation

[elldotsee]

Sherlock Author Showcase

Sherlock Fic Authors! Here’s your chance to showcase your very favorite work from 2018! Click the link below to read through the rules and tag as many other authors (and readers!) as you can. All pairings, length, ratings accepted. Happy showcasing!

Sherlock Showcase Collection on Ao3

@inevitably-johnlocked @sussexbound @swissmissficrecs @johnlockfics @johnlockficrecommendations @88thparallel @thornypeach3 @fellshish @may-shepard @jbaillier @sincewhendoyoucallme-john @221b-carefulwhatyouwishfor @yorkiepug @sarahthecoat @johnlocked-in-portland @bertytravelsfar @silentauroriamthereal @watsonshoneybee @fin-amour @unicornpoe @zigster-ao3 @zigostia @agrlsname @7-percent @engazed @odamakilock @lockedinjohnlock-podfics @anotherwellkeptsecret @cumbercurlygirl @kameodouglas @atlinmerrick @ellipsical-elle @scribblecure

#sherlock author showcase #sherlock showcase 2018 #sherlock fic on ao3 #reblog to spread the word #johnlock fics #johnlock fic recs #self promo #writer appreciation #sherlock fanfic #johnlock

[joaquinbumblebee24]

John and Sherlock decided to go after Jim's criminal network together. This is the story of what happened afterwards. A Reimagining of the Reichenbach fall.

#JOHNLOCK #JOHNLOCKFIC #Sherlock/JOhn #sherlock BBC #Sherlock fanfic #Sherlockromanticfic #Slash fic #Holmes &Watson #Sherlock is gay #John's is bi #Sherlock Holmes in love #holmes/watson #BAMF!Sherlock #BAMF!John #Reimagining of the Reichenbach fall.

[hogwartstoalexandria]

Anyone know of any Johnlock or BBC Sherlock fandom event?

I'm dying to do something about the intense shipping that wants to break free from my mind 👀

@descaladumidera @shi-toyu @johnlockisgo @johnlockfics @johnlock-17 @johnlockwatsonholmes @johnlockhell @tashacumberbitch @supremehusbands @revengersfundedbytonystark

#not asking for a friend #i need this #marie posts