#sherlock-sholto

[apazwtsn]

Ex-Soldier and his boyfriends best friends wish you a Happy Valentine's Day!

(Well, it's not very happy for me. Streak of 14 years without a partner. Wonderful)

(Yes, I also ship Jolto. I think that maybe it's even less toxic than Johnlock)

#bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock holmes #james sholto #johnlock #jolto #happy valentine's day #quick sketch #fanart

[a-freemaniac]

FANFICTION CLUB.

A WONDERFUL RECOMMENDATION ❤️

Like I said my hand keeps me away from doing much ( how awful 😉) besides reading and as promised I continue my plan to read Jill's non doctor/ non s3/s4 related stuff and came across another amazing corporation.

This time from @jbaillier and @88thparallel

You will laugh, cry, gasp and feel loved at the same time.

An absolutely wonderful story with a big heart....literally!!!

Those two stories are filled with the Sherlock I love , a vulnerable and sensitive man with a fragile heart in the truest sense of the word this time.

I see fanfiction as literature an opinion formed by decades of library work and extensive fanfiction reading in the past three years.

And these tales have what great literature should bring to the table.

Although I wish they'd much more chapters.

Love, hurt, hope and a brilliantly developed plot.

Get your handkerchiefs...

Go read if you haven't done so already.

You won't regret it.

#bbc sherlock #johnlock #fanfiction #john watson #alternate universe #sherlock holmes #headcanon #fandom #sherlock loves john #johnlovessherlock #sholto #fan #appreciation post #medicalfic

[anne-adler]

#bbc sherlock #john watson #sherlock #sherlock holmes #major sholto #random screenshots i absolutely love

[mercyraph]

Can we talk about the fact that Sherlock was too jealous of Major sholto to put together the fact that Mary was pregnant? Yeah iktr

#antoinette jarvis #sherlock #bbc sherlock #sherlock holmes #john watson #johnlock #john #mary morstan #mary watson #major sholto

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey steph! I recently wrote a new fic, and I was wondering if you could let people know or something? I always feel so awkward askjg for these things haha

OK so I still can't put links here but it's called The Colors Of John Watson by Biana_Amberly_Vacker so I hope that's enough!

The Colors Of John Watson by Biana_Amberly_Vacker (T, 1,944 w., 1 Ch. || John/Sholto || Major Character Death, John's Father, Hurt / No Comfort, Homophobia, Child Abuse, No Dialogue, Colours, Afghanistan, Metaphors, Unhappy Ending, Run-On Sentences) – John Watson's world has exploded into colors. This is his life tinted in various shades, from caramel yellow to gunmetal grey. Part 1 of covered in the colors / pulled apart at the seams

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Hey Lovely!!

NEVER feel bad!! That's what I like to do, help promote y'all's fics!! Thank you for sharing!

Everyone go give this one a read :)

#steph replies #sherlock fic recs #sholto fics #angst fics #signal boost

[consult-sherlockholmes]

It's Major Sholto, obviously. I mean, you saw them at the wedding ... ^^

Sholto? Yes I saw him at the wedding, he was John's commander, I mean ex-commander. What about him?

#Rp #Roleplay #sherlock rp #sherlock roleplay #johnlock rp #johnlock roleplay #Major sholto

[marta-bee]

There was a decorated General with a heart of gold That likened him to all the stories he told Of past battles won and lost And legends of old

A seasoned veteran in his own time On the battlefield he gained respectful fame With many medals of bravery and stripes to his name He grew a beard as soon as he could to cover the scars on his face And always urged his men on

But on the eve of a great battle with the infantry in dream The Old General tossed in his sleep and wrestled with its meaning He awoke from the night to tell what he had seen And walked slowly out of his tent

All the men held tall with their chests in the air With the courage in their blood and a fire in their stare And it was a gray morning and they all wondered how they would fare Till the old general told them to go home

He said, "I have seen the others And I have discovered That this fight is not worth fighting And I've seen their mothers And I will no other to follow me where I'm going

So Take a shower and shine your shoes You got no time to lose You are young men you must be living Take a shower and shine your shoes You got no time to lose You are young men you must be living Go now you are forgiven

Sometimes I wish songfics were still as popular as they were when I came into fandom back in the early 2000s, because there is such a Sholto fic waiting to be written around this song. And by Sholto I clearly mean Sherlock because we’re all in agreement they’re two sides of the same coin, right?

#sherlock holmes #johnlock #sholto #mirrors within mirrors my friends #i'm telling you #also #is picowrimo still a thing

[raina-at]

Pride

I owe you two ficlets, to make the 31 complete. Here's the first, to mark the beginning of Pride Month.

John realises he’s bisexual around the time Harry comes out to her parents. But their reaction scares him so much he crawls back into the closet and nails the door shut.

It’s fine. He’s bi, after all. He’s fine with girls. Girls are wonderful. No reason to ever open that door again, no need to make a fuss.

He’s fine for years. He dates a few lovely women at Uni and in medical school, he has flings and relationships and everything in between. He doesn’t think about the door at all, mostly. If there’s a chap who catches his eye occasionally, he shrugs it off. No harm in a bit of a look. 

He falls in love with a man in Afghanistan. But Sholto is as unattainable as he is magnetic. The difference in rank alone would be enough to make any relationship between them impossible. But if John’s sexuality is a door he nailed shut, Sholto’s is a titanium safe buried at the bottom of the Mariana Trench. They kiss once, when they’re both very, very, very drunk, and they never speak of it again. 

It’s fine. Well, to be honest, it hurts like fuck, but it’s fine. It can’t be, for many reasons, and in a way, John is almost relieved. He doesn’t have to make a decision. He doesn’t have to open that door. It hurts, but it's safe.

Then he meets Sherlock Holmes and he’s completely, totally fucked. The door is in shambles, and there’s his heart, bursting out of his chest and into Sherlock’s hands before the ink is dry on the lease agreement. 

The thing about Sherlock is, he isn’t safe. At all. Not even a little bit. Sherlock wouldn’t be safe if John was completely comfortable with his sexuality (which he obviously isn’t). Sherlock is explosive, and unpredictable, and magnetic, and gorgeous, and John loves him, loves him, loves him. 

But there’s two problems. One is that John is never, ever sure of Sherlock. Ever. And that’s part of the charm, of course, but if the person holding your heart in his hands can’t be relied on not to quash it into mush, it makes going any further very difficult. The second is that John isn’t sure of himself. He’s not sure he has the courage to be out of that comfortable closet he built for himself. There would be questions. And he’s not sure he’s ready for that. 

But they have time. He can learn to trust Sherlock with his heart, and he can learn to trust himself.

Then Sherlock jumps, and John wants to die, too.

If John is honest, the next few years are a bit of a blur, and he feels like he spends them in a half-trance of unreality. He suddenly snaps back to reality when he’s standing at an altar and marrying a woman he barely knows with Sherlock watching with an expression in his eyes that hurts.

Things go to absolute shit afterwards, which is truly impressive, given how bad things were before. The next two years are an absolute horrorshow, and John would like to erase that whole awful time from his harddrive.

He comes out of the ashes his life has turned to with two things still standing: His daughter, who is delightful, and Sherlock, who proved once and for all that for better or worse is a promise he can make and keep. And he feels the strong urge to be a better man, for both of them. 

So when he finally feels like the ground under his feet has stopped constantly shifting, he goes back to that closet door. He removes the boards he used to nail it shut, and he opens it. He has a good, hard look at what he wants and who he is, and finds that actually, he’s good enough. Maybe he even deserves to be loved. 

He finds his heart at the bottom of that closet. It’s battered and beaten, but still strong. He dusts it off and hands it back to Sherlock Holmes, who takes it with gentle hands and smiles. 

And that’s when John realises that he had Sherlock’s heart in the palm of his hand the whole time. It’s as battered and beaten as John’s, but as strong. A lot of its wounds are self-inflicted, like John’s, and a lot of the blows they dealt to each other. This stops now, John thinks. I’ll guard your heart and you’ll guard mine. And that fucking door stays open. 

He’s 43 when he gets married to a man, their proud daughter at their side.

There are questions. And looks. And people with opinions.

But John knows now that people’s hate can’t hurt him if he doesn’t hate himself, and that anybody who doesn’t want him to be happy isn’t worth his time. And he knows he has to show this to his daughter every day, so she won’t end up feeling like she has to nail shut a part of herself to fit in. 

So he paints the door in rainbow colours and leaves it wide open, and he lives his life. 

And he’s happy. 

Happy Pride, everyone.

Tags under the cut as usual.

@calaisreno @iamjustreading @discordantwords @hotshoeagain @totallysilvergirl @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @keirgreeneyes @thetimemoves @the-reading-lemon @7-percent @catlock-holmes @macgyvershe @jrow @shiplocks-of-love @mydogwatson @fluffbyday-smutbynight @khorazir

#johnlock #bbc sherlock #johnlock fic #my fic #pride month #may 2023 prompts #I still owe you one

[thepoetthatwenttothelakes]

i think we can all agree Sherlock is suicidal. His response to Sholto’s “one should embrace it [death] when it comes” being “we would never do that to John, not in John’s wedding” shows Sherlock’s death wish.

Which means that he could have simply die at Barts back then, but he didn’t, because of John. He didn’t die because he couldn’t leave John believing he was a fraud, that Sherlock (and by extension, his relationship with John) was fake. So he fakes his death for two fucking years in the hope to return to John.

But when he does, when he finally returns to John, he’s irremediable broken, he’s mad, he’s hurt, and most importantly, he moved on (or so it seems). He gets married with Mary even after Sherlock’s return. He doesn’t move back to Baker St. What Sherlock learns is that keeping himself alive wasn’t all that worth it after all, because he lost John anyways.

So when Moriarty (Sherlock) says “Die already, why can’t you?” and he (almost) does, is Sherlock finally letting himself wish for death again.

John once stopped him wishing death. And now that he’s gone, Sherlock wishes death again.

He doesn’t die, of course, because one variable has changed and it’s that John is in danger. So he keeps himself alive yet again because of John.

the end :)

#johnlock #sherlock holmes #bbc sherlock #sherlock #sherlock tv #sherlock x john #john watson #sherlock fandom #sherlockbbc #benedict cumberbatch #tjlc #tjlc is real

[chriscalledmesweetie]

Chapter 15 is now on AO3

The Murder of Sir Emory J. Amat by ChrisCalledMeSweetie

A Sherlock Holmes mystery, as recounted by Dr. John H. Watson.

Can you follow the clues to deduce whodunnit?

Chapter 15: Molly Hooper

“Have you reflected, my friend, how many people in that house stood to benefit by Sir Emory’s death? Mrs. Amat, Miss Irene, Miss Hooper, Mrs. Hudson. Only one, in fact, does not. Major Sholto.” 

Holmes’ tone in uttering that name was so peculiar that I looked up, puzzled. 

“I don’t understand you,” I said. 

“Two of the people I accused have given me the truth.” 

“You think Major Sholto has something to conceal also?” 

“As for that,” remarked Holmes nonchalantly, “there is a saying, is there not, that Englishmen conceal only one thing—their love? And Major Sholto, I should say, is not good at concealments.” 

I feared we might be straying uncomfortably close to something I, too, wished to conceal…

I’m tagging some folks who might be interested. Please let me know if you’d like me to tag or untag you.

@mydogwatson @totallysilvergirl @bluebellofbakerstreet @sarahthecoat @helloliriels @daisyfairy1 @imnova @kittenmadnessandtea @missdeliadilisblog @marta-bee @whodwantmeasaflatmate @iwantthatbelstaffanditsoccupant @jobooksncoffee @peanitbear @bakingsherlycakes @kettykika78 @stellacartography @shelleysprometheus @iamjustreading @chinike @sgam76 @loves-to-read-fanfic @inevitably-johnlocked @johnlockismyreligion @riversong912 @calaisreno @7-percent @lijahlover @thegildedbee @naefelldaurk

#sherlock #johnlock #agatha christie #my fic

[johnlocky]

Just dawned on me again how in TSOT Mary LIED to Sherlock about John talking constantly about Sholto (when, of all people, he probably talked to her about Sherlock nonstop, not about Sholto).

WHY did she lie? What did Moftiss want to tell us?

I mean apart from her being nasty and evil.

And actually, if Moftiss showed us that she lied, wasn't that a pretty big hint that John's "happy marriage" was all bullshit, and "sweet Mary" haunting John in the following episodes - also bullshit? Mary narrating half the season 4 - also bullshit? I mean, for the ones who do not observe, she's this sweet woman who oh so sadly died oh how sad, poor sad John, meanwhile they told us at least twice that she's a liar - first when Sherlock LITERALLY deduced it while looking at her, and second indirectly from us seeing her lie to Sherlock about Sholto.

@helloliriels @a-victorian-girl @dinner--starving

#johnlock #sherlock #bbc sherlock

[lisbeth-kk]

December moments

Prompts used in this chapter: stuck at home - season's greetings - baby please come home

If Sherlock ever gets jealous? Oh, yes! Normally he stares down or gives a venomous deduction to anyone who dares letting their eyes linger inappropriately on his John, but when John willingly contacts an old friend, Sherlock knows he needs to control his jealousy.

December 16

My fever has vanished when I wake, but I’m terribly thirsty. Even before I’ve considered calling John, he emerges in the doorway to the bedroom with a large glass of cold water. I try to speak, but he urges me to drink first. 

“Thank you, John,” I say when I’ve emptied half the glass. 

My voice is deeper than normal, and still hoarse. He greets me softly and places a palm on my forehead to check my temperature. 

“Feeling better today?” he asks. 

I nod, take his hand, places it on my cheek and lean into his palm. He bends down and kisses the top of my head. He refuses to bestow me with a kiss to my lips when I’m still ill. I huff my complaint and he pets my hair to make up for it. 

***

I’m obviously stuck at home for another day or two, which is fine, because I’m in no state to do much else than use the bathroom, make tea and doze on the sofa anyway. 

John’s writing his annual season’s greetings to major Sholto, and I can only grit my teeth and soldier on. I hate that John still corresponds with his former superior officer, despite it only happens once a year. It’s of course childish of me to be jealous of a relationship that was nowhere near what John and I have, but I can’t help the gnawing feeling in my gut. 

“Right, I’ll just pop out to post this and then I’m off to Barts to help Mike with a medical report he wanted my opinion on. He’s supposed to deliver it tomorrow. You’ll be alright now, I think. The fever is all but gone,” he says and cups my face, scanning my eyes while stroking my cheekbones. 

I close my eyes and revel in the proximity, humming appreciatively when I feel warm lips on my forehead. 

“Try to get some sleep, yeah,” John murmurs. 

The warmth I felt just now is gone within seconds of his departure. I try to sleep, I really do, but images of Sholto and John in their uniforms kissing in the Afghan desert, makes me nauseous. John is right, I do act like a child sometimes. In my defence, my brain seems to be filled with wool at the moment, and I’m unable to think rational about the matter. 

I turn on the telly, but everything reminds me of John, so I turn it off. After I’ve drunk a cup of tea, I try to enter my mind palace, but to no avail. Music, then. Since I’m too weak to play myself, I find a playlist John’s put together. It contains both classical and pop music. The classical pieces are soothing, and I must’ve dozed off, because when I wake it’s considerably darker outside. 

John’s still out and I feel sorry for myself. It doesn’t get any better when one of this Mariah Carey’s Christmas songs plays from my phone on the table. Baby please come home. What a fitting song for my mood. I reach out to skip it, but then she sings: you should be here with me, and I break down, sobbing like a child.

And that’s the state John finds me in mere minutes later. Normally I would’ve been embarrassed, but I’m beyond that and clings to him when he takes me in his arms and rocks me, whispering soothing words into my hair. 

“Shh. I’m back now. I’ll always come back to you, you know that, right? You’re my sweetheart, my good boy. How about some mulled wine to cheer you up? Would you like that?”

I love it when he does this, even if I shouldn’t. It makes me appear like a big child, but I need it. Desperately. John knows this. Knows how I crave being attended to when I’m in this vulnerable state. And there isn’t another person in the world I would want to see me in such a condition, who I can trust like I can trust John. He’s my rock, and knight in shining armour. My savour and the man I want to share the rest of my life with, whether it’ll be long or short. 

He holds me close when we go to bed, kissing and petting my hair until I fall asleep in his arms. 

Read it on AO3

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#December ficlet prompts #sherlock fandom #sherlock #john watson #johnlock #sherlock fanfic #bbc sherlock #ao3 fanfic #december moments #respite in december

[88thparallel]

Last summer my cousin happened to pick the venue from HLV as her reception location. I about died of excitement (obviously). It was an absolutely lovely wedding and I realized after all this time I never shared the pictures, so I figured, better late than never!

The hall had obviously been painted for Sherlock or repainted after, as the walls were all white. It was a modestly sized venue but for a smaller wedding it was quite comfortable. The area where John and Sherlock (etc.) were seated in the episode (and where Sherlock gave his speech) was where dancing was set up for my cousin's wedding. You know I'm a sadist and requested "December, 1963" before the night was over ;) The opposite side of the room had a permanent looking bar. The windows let in beautiful light and the gardens outside were exquisite (and included an underground grotto with a waterfall, where many of us sought reprieve from the heat). The scenes elsewhere (the church, the scene with Sherlock showing off his dance moves, outside Sholto's room, confronting the photographer, etc.) were not filmed here. Happy to answer any questions, I know I've been AWOL from Tumblr for ages but I'll check back in now and then to just spam everyone's timelines with Johnlock and get back in my feels about it all. It was a fantastic experience, and we also spent a few days in London and visited the London Aquarium where the infamous odd Mary death scene was filmed, and stopped by Gower St. and Speedy's obviously. I am happy to post on those too if anyone is interested :)

#johnlock #sherlock #john watson #hlv #his last vow #88thparallelexperiences #i forgot how to tag #88thparallel

[charcubed]

happy 10 years since “why’d it take so long to see the light 🎶,” Mary framing Sholto and Sherlock as John’s past romantic relationships with “neither of us were the first you know,” the elephant in the room, John drunkenly putting his hand on Sherlock’s knee to hit on him and saying “I don’t mind,” Sherlock leaving the wedding early, “I’ve never made a vow in my life and after tonight I never will again,” mayfly man, Vitruvian John Watson, ground zero of bisexual lighting, etc etc etc

happy 10 year anniversary to TSoT and happy birthday tjlcitas

#tjlc #Sherlock #Johnlock #it’s a fucking holiday #history was made and I was there Gandalf #technically Nattie posted on the 7th but eh

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph! Hope you're doing okay! :)

I remember stumbling into a Sholto fic a year ago or so but now I can't find it anywhere. All I remember of the plot was that he was going to therapy and there he found someone (another soldier) to bond with (possibly falling in love with him?)

I know it's a super specific request, thanks for the help! <3

Hey Nonny!

Ahhh, I'm so sorry, I have NO idea!

Anyone?

#steph replies #sherlock fic reqs #help steph find fics #sholto fics

[swissmissficrecs]

Top 10 Sherlock fics by kudos in 2023

Top 10 fics completed in 2023 that garnered the most kudos on AO3. Excluded: chaptered "fics" that are actually collections of standalone ficlets and crossovers that are mostly about the other fandom. Fics that began posting earlier (in some cases, years earlier) obviously have the advantage of more time to rack up kudos. Kudo counts as of 2 Jan 2024.

1. 1,720 kudos: The Case of the Man Who Was Wanted by MyDearLadyDisdain (232K, M, Sherlock/Harry Potter) After an inexplicable case in Surrey, Sherlock is after the strangest criminal he's ever encountered: a mass murderer, that has eluded the authorities for almost 14 years. Unfortunately, Sherlock Holmes is the only one that can see right away that this Harry Potter character is completely innocent. And hang on, is that tea set floating?

2. 1,682 kudos: Shift by stopthat (48K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock is tired. John senses a shift.

3. 1,102 kudos: Ride On by Silvergirl (38K, E, Johnlock) After the disastrous reveal at the Landmark, John tells Sherlock there can be no excuse for what he’s done, and no forgiveness. Sherlock leaves London and starts a new life, and not even the British Government knows where. It’s up to John to track him down and make things right, with a trip around the world and a clue only John would recognize.

4. 851 kudos: Till Death Do Us Part (Not Yet, Not Yet) by Civilized_muppets (8K, T, Johnlock) In which Sherlock and John have been married for years, not that any member of the yard has ever heard of John, much less that Sherlock was married at all, until John is kidnapped from Afghanistan.

5. 797 kudos: The story of the Forgotten Wallet. by Headphones_on_the_Skull (25K, E, Johnlock) Just some dirty Alpha/Omega Johnlock porn.

6. 788 kudos: Nothing to Celebrate by DiscordantWords (30K, M, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes is back from the dead. Things only get worse from there.

7. 726 kudos: A Tale of Two Soldiers by batslikepastel (14K, T, Johnlock, Jolto, Mystrade) It's Christmas, and Sherlock and John are finally flatmates again after the tumultuous events of the previous year. But a sudden revelation about John's sexuality and James Sholto's unexpected presence throw a wrench into Sherlock's plans, and his jealousy threatens to overwhelm him even as John remains blithely oblivious. Their relationship has reached a turning point, and the ball is in John's court now.

8. 671 kudos: Nightjet by khorazir (22K, M, Johnlock) Officially deceased for eighteen months and still looking for the last remainders of Moriarty’s criminal empire, an exhausted Sherlock boards a night train in Germany to bring him to his next hunting ground. Due to a mishap with the sleeper cars, he is forced to share a compartment with a stranger – who turns out to be not quite as strange as Sherlock thought. The universe isn’t lazy, after all …

9. 646 kudos: Our Love Keeps the Things It Finds by her_ladyships_soap (25K, T, Mystrade) Everyone has a soulmate. Everyone. It's simple human biology. Over the course of every person's life, they develop tattoos of the things their soulmate loves most. Though he has always disliked the concept, Mycroft Holmes is painted from head to toe with dozens of brightly-coloured tattoos. Greg Lestrade, once-firm believer and hopeless romantic, has just nine. They are all quietly sophisticated, sketched in smooth shades of black and grey and easy to hide. Neither of them has gained a tattoo in years. But when they both suddenly find new markings, things finally fall into place.

10. 636 kudos: In Fine Spirits by EventHorizon (189K, M, Mystrade, Johnlock) A very upscale bar/private club needs a bartender and scruffy, punky Greg Lestrade is certain he has the right skills (and needs the job), so walks in to apply in person. He didn't realize that someone else he knew works there, also. Though… 'knew' probably isn't the proper term for a one-night stand where you didn't even learn their name during the fun…

#rec list #best