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VALENTINE'S DAY FICS (Updated Feb 2024)
Well, I never got an ask for an updated list and I WAS going to reblog my own V-Day Fic list from a few years ago, but it's pitifully small compared to all the other lists I have come across. Instead, I decided to update it with all the fics I have on my MFL list as well, so I hope you guys enjoy this brand new list for Fic Rec Wednesday! Please add your own V-Day fics if you have them! Enjoy!!
See also these Other Peoples' Lists:
Valentine’s Day (Alexx)
Clean Valentine’s List (Alexx)
Mystrade Valentine’s (Various)
Cupidford’s Valentine’s Fics
Valentine’s Day + Update 2022 (SwissMiss)
Be my Valentine - Johnlock Collection (AO3 Collection List)
Atrium by kali_asleep (T, 3,460 w., 1 Ch. || 5 and One, Valentine’s Day, Fluff & Schmoop, First Kiss) – Five times Sherlock gave John his heart, and the one time Sherlock got a heart in return (literally).
Lingerie by Sexxica (E, 4,135 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Lingerie / Women’s Underwear, Mildly Public Masturbation, Picture Texting / Sexting, Bottomlock, Body Worship, Anal Sex / Fingering, Rimming, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Est. Rel.) – It's Valentines Day and Sherlock is taking John to Angelo's for dinner. Sherlock also happens to be wearing a garter belt, stockings and a rather small pair of women's underwear under his clothes. There's no dessert at Angelo's because John needs to get Sherlock home just as quickly as he can before they both lose their minds entirely.
How To Give Your Boyfriend Who Doesn't Know He's Your Boyfriend the Best Valentine's Day Ever by unicornpoe (T, 9,832 w., 1 Ch. || Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Crack, Soft Sherlock, POV Sherlock) – Sherlock is pretty sure that John Watson is his boyfriend. He's also pretty sure that John doesn't know it. But with a little help from a magazine, some friends, three crepes, five dates, one awesome CD, and a stalker van, John is bound to realize just in time for Valentine's Day.
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Hope is sweet by Lock_John_Silver (T, 2,977 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Parentlock with Rosie, Valentine’s Day, Developing Relationship, Pet Names, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Classical Music, Idiots in Love, Endearments, POV Sherlock) - Sherlock wants to be more than John’s best friend. Has wanted it for ages, truth be told. So, when Molly comes up with an idea, that to some extent involves three year old Rosie, Sherlock doesn’t hesitate.
Worth Its Weight by philalethia (E, 2,986 w., 1 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || PWP, Daddy Sherlock, Daddy Kink, Service Domination, Gift Giving, Unsafe Sex, Sex Toys) – “Remember,” John said, “when we talked about you not buying me extravagant things?” Basically: a little bit of Valentine's Day daddy kink. Part 2 of All the Rest 'Verse
The Importance of February 14th by cypress_tree (T, 3,156 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Humour, Valentine’s Day) – Sherlock was born on Valentine's Day. John doesn't know this and invites him out on a date. Sherlock assumes it's a birthday celebration and believes so right up until the moment John kisses him.
Dinner and a Murder by vintagelilacs (T, 4,210 w., 1 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Valentine’s Day, Online Dating, Mutual Pining, Confessions, Getting Together, POV John, Oblivious John) – Reluctant to spend Valentine’s Day alone, John joins a dating app only to realize he’s already living with the closest thing to a soulmate he’s ever going to get.
The Best Idea by SatanDrankMyCoffee (T, 7,252 w.,  5 Ch. || Valentine's Day, Bubble Bath, Hair Washing, People-Watching, Anxiety, Domestic Fluff/Bliss, Texting) – Gift giving is something Sherlock is usually quite good at but when the parameters change, he becomes unsure of himself. Which gift idea is the best idea? Part 3 of A Year in Occasions
Daddy's Darling by distantstarlight (E, 7,747 w., 1 Ch. || PWP, Daddy Kink, Valentine’s Day, Smut, First Time) – Disguises are part of the package when you work as detectives, there was nothing new about that but one day Sherlock goes undercover with his best friend and they discover more than the answer to the crime.
Valentine’s Night Out by CarmillaCarmine (E, 10,120 w., 5 Ch. || ASiB Canon Divergence, Valentine’s Day, Established Relationship, Fluff and Smut, Breath Play, Butt Plugs, Deep Throating, Humour, Orgasm Delay / Denial, Anal Sex) – John and Sherlock have been invited to join their friends at a pub for Valentine's Day. Sherlock has plans to spice the evening up a bit. Part 4 of the The Johnlock Holidays and Celebrations Series
The Heart of the Matter by prettysailorsoldier (T, 13,427 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Secret Admirer, Secret Crush, Texting, Valentine’s Day, Fluff) – It's the annual Valentine's Week fundraiser, carnations, conversation hearts, and singing telegrams (oh my!) making their way around the school corridors, and Sherlock Holmes has quite happily never received any of them. So, when he gets a box of conversation hearts containing a message from a secret admirer, his first instinct is that it's an elaborate practical joke, but, as he and his mystery suitor begin texting, he starts to wonder if there might be something to this Valentine's Day lark after all. There is, however, the entirely unrelated problem of one John Watson to contend with before he can be sure. Part 3 of 221B Mine
Not this year by Imjohnlocked87 (E, 16,293 w., 4 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting ||  Friends to Lovers, Valentine’s Day, Fluff and Smut, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Food Sex, Wall Sex, Angst with Happy Ending) – One month after leaving the rehabilitation centre, when Donovan asks Sherlock if he will be alone on Valentine's Day this year too, he replies he will be spending it with someone special.The only problem is that this someone doesn't exist.Because who would want to have Valentine's date with Sherlock Holmes? 
Quo Fata Vocant by prettysailorsoldier (E, 18,115 w., 1 Ch. || Unilock / Teenlock ||  Librarians, Bisexual John, Flirting, First Time, Tattoos, Valentine’s Day, Secret Admirer, Matchmaker) – Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year, it's unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.
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WIP - Chapter 2 of more than the world can contain
AO3 is down and I just finished a chapter of my new WIP so here's a teaser:
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You tell me it ain't what it seems But baby, this is looking like a crime scene There's clothes thrown on the balcony And you smell like perfume out a magazine I'm throwing all your shit out of my window Telling you I wish that we had never spoke Baby, I already know Well, fight or flight, I'd rather die Than have to cry in front of you Fight or flight, I'd rather lie Than tell you I'm in love with you My eyes are welling up as you admit there's someone new It's my move, fight or flight
Fight or Flight - Conan Gray
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Being Sherlock Holmes’s flatmate is... interesting, to say the least. The fact that a household - and our bodies - need groceries in order to function is beyond him. I provide food and stability, he provides body parts and flamboyance. He just sits on his armchair and points me to his credit card like a freakin sugar daddy (picking each other’s pockets must be the man’s love language) and when I return from the super market he lets me carry the bags upstairs without ever offering to help. As if that weren’t enough, I find him sitting lost deep in thought with his fingertips meeting under his chin, on my password protected laptop.
And yet, I stay.
Money is rough so I get a job at a surgery, quite effortlessly if I may say so myself. The doctor who interviews me is quite good looking, and I dare say flirtatious as well. Things seem to be looking up. Finally, something is happening to me.
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I am lost deep into Moran’s case when John returns home, suggesting I hadn’t noticed he’d gone out. Of course I’d noticed, I notice everything. I simply found there is no point in stating the mundane, the meaningless. He went out, so what. Imagine if I start to comment on the man’s every action - the grocery shopping and the day job.
He’s gotten one. A day job. He announces his satisfaction by referring to it with a female pronoun. The dissonance catches my attention. Why would he feminize his job? Isn’t that a bit like people who give feminine names to their cars in order to establish the fact that they possess them? No, John isn’t like that. A person then, at the job. Pretty receptionist? No, it seems to be another doctor. I give no mind to that. Soon we’re standing in front of the billboard, cracking the code, and this is what it’s all about. The Work.
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“Just formalities. Fingerprints, charge sheet, and I’ve got to be in magistrates’ court on Tuesday.”
“What?”
“Me, Sherlock! In court, on Tuesday! They’re giving me an ASBO!”
“Good, fine.”
“You wanna tell your little pal he’s welcome to go and own up anytime.”
I need a favour. SH
About time, brother mine. Have you finally decided to take up on my offer and visit my tailor? MH
Not really. Your tailor wants to have sex with me. SH
Astute observation, though he is far more skilled than yours. MH
Oh, so you have tested his skills. SH
I meant in his job. Unlike you, I have standards. MH
You get what you pay for, Sherlock. MH
John got an ASBO. He seems quite affected by it. SH
Will you be a dear? SH
I’m on it. MH
As long as you don't leave me alone at the next family dinner. MH
Fine. SH
Look at you. The things you'll do for John Watson. MH
It's endearing. MH
Shut up, Mycroft. SH
@gaylilsherlock @inevitably-johnlocked
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joanquill · 2 years
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Moriarty the Patriot Masterlist II
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Guide: Fluff: 💞 Angst: 💧 Songfic: 🎶 Sensitive: ⚠️ Platonic: ✨
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|HEADCANONS/SCENARIOS|
🔤SFW ALPHABET🔤
Moran + Sherlock
William + Louis
Mycroft Holmes
Albert Moriarty
Von Herder
James Bonde
Zack Paterson
Fred Porlock
Billy the Kid
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💟RELATIONSHIPS💟
Being In A Relationship With Them
Moriarty Brothers
Moran, Bonde, + Porlock
Sherlock + John
Mycroft Holmes
Charles Milverton
Billy the Kid
Your Relationship after the Time Skip
Sherlock Holmes
Love Languages
Falling In Love
Moriarty Brothers
Jealousy
Moriarty Brothers
Sherlock (Bonus: Clingy!S/O)
Mycroft + Sebastian
Getting Rejected
Albert + William
First Time Holding Hands
William + Sherlock
Bragging/Gushing About Them
Albert + Mycroft
Taking Care of Sick!S/O
Moriarty Brothers
Sherlock Holmes
S/O Taking Care of Them When They're Sick
Moriarty Brothers
Jumping Into Their Arms
Moriarty Brothers
S/O Receiving Love Letters and Vice Versa
Albert Moriarty
Fighting and Making Up 💧 -> 💞
Moriarty Brothers
Moran, Bonde, + Porlock
Cheating on You 💧
Albert Moriarty
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🎉CELEBRATIONS🎉
S/O's Birthday
Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock
Their Birthday
Moriarty Brothers
Valentine's Day
Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock
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💍DOMESTIC/MARRIAGE💍
Wedding Day
Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock
Married Life
Sherlock, Sebastian, + William
Domestic Headcanons
Moriarty Brothers
👶PREGNANCY👶
Pregnancy
Moriarty Brothers + Sherlock
Sebastian Moran
Childbirth
Albert, Moran, + Sherlock
Having Children
Moriarty Brothers
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💃SPECIFIC CHARACTER💃
William James Moriarty
Fem!S/O with Maladaptive Daydream Disorder (MDD) [VERY SHORT!]
Subordinate!Reader ✨
Albert James Moriarty
Brat!S/O
Sugar Daddy Albert
Seamstress!S/O
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🔃RANDOM🔃
|Shorts/Scenarios|
Going on a Date with James Bonde + Sebastian Moran
Spending Summer Together with William + Sherlock
Simple Moments with William + Sherlock 💞
Hiding from a Stalker with the Moriarty Brothers + Von Herder
|Headcanons|
William and Sherlock's S/O's
Albert & William Crushing on The Same Fem!S/O
Russian!S/O with Sherlock, Sebastian, Albert, + William
Sweet Tooth S/O with Albert, Mycroft, + Sebastian
Chubby!Fem!Reader with Albert + Sebastian
Smart!Reader with William and Sherlock
Strong!Reader with the Moriarty Gang
Flat-Chested!S/O with Albert, Sebastian, + Bonde
Asexual!S/O with Albert + Sebastian
Jack's Niece with Albert, William, Louis, Mycroft, + Sherlock
Back Scratches with the Moriarty Brothers
Tattooed, Pierced, (and other details) Reader with Albert + Sherlock
In-Laws
Albert & Louis with Their Sister-In-Law
Jack Renfield with William's S/O
William & Louis with Albert's S/O
Siblings
Moriarty Brothers with Holmes' Younger Sister
Sherlock with Moriarty's Younger Sister
Childhood Friends
Moriarty Brothers + Bonus
S/O Wearing Glasses
William, Sebastian, Fred, + Herder
Sherlock, Watson, + Billy
Self Harm ⚠️
[Moriarty Bros, Moran, + Porlock]
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|NON x READERS|
Modern!AU
Sherlock + William
Albert, Louis, Moran, Porlock, + Bonde
Christmas Headcanons
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YuuMori Masterlist I (ONE SHOTS)
Events Masterlist
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mi6hub · 2 years
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MODERN ERA OUTFITS: ALBERT J. MORIARTY
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(no lie) but albert dresses like he’s some freakin’ ceo on a holiday. absolutely screams sugar daddy vibes. his fashion style is classy yet casual. polo shirts, loose long-sleeved shirts, oh, and can’t forget those derby or oxford shoes. probably owns a ton of them too. an expensive watch always rests on his wrists. in the winter, he’ll wear a flannel blazer or a long coat, with a scarf that he just drape over his neck (doesn’t circle it). (i feel like) he’s always holding a phone or something whenever he’s waiting for you. honestly, his appearance just scream the humble ‘million dollar man’.
colour palette: dark grey, cream, brown
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MODERN ERA OUTFITS SERIES: william james moriarty / louis james moriarty / albert james moriarty / sherlock holmes / john watson / sebastian moran / fred porlock / mycroft holmes / james bonde / moneypenny / mrs. hudson / george lestrade / zack patterson
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Bitches explaining why they are going to spend like 1 week talking about Nandor's dick
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It has recently been that I began to see various adaptations of Sherlock Holmes to satisfy my hyperfixation but I always found it very funny the ability that my sister had to fall in love only with Watson's actors without knowing that they were Watson.
Sure she knows what is Sherlock Holmes but her idea of ​​the characters and everything she knows about them is basically the great mouse detective so when I saw Sherlock and she pointed to Freeman's Watson as "a really handsome man" she was quite surprised to learn that that was Watson.
Later it was hilarious when I saw the Granada version because there were 2 Watsons and they both seemed attractive to her, like when she saw Burke's Watson it was something so dramatic because my sister has a thing to evaluate the costumes of any series that she watches or I see because my sis study textile engineering and she always gives me speechs on how that fabric that they used for x victorian costumes is wrong because it did not even exist at that time, so she was telling me something about that and Burke's Watson appeared on the screen and she fell silent then she accused me of putting series "where only guys who seem very hot appear". Then when there was the change with Edward Hardwicke my sister unknowingly chose Watson's actor for her joke of "My ideal sugar daddy, he looks so adorable and kind, look how that suit fits him." When I told her that she pointed to Watson's actor AGAIN, she accused me of lying to her because "of course she already knew who Watson was in that series that I saw". I told her that they changed the actor.
As I did not stop watching SH adaptations, she decided to stop for a while pointing out who she found handsome until when my sister naively thought that if I saw something in Russian that definitely could not be an adaptation of Sherlock Holmes, after to declare out loud that she "could marry" with Solomin's Watson I just laughed and she knew it. By the time I saw the new russian holmes she came to ask me directly who was Watson this time? And when I pointed it out she just said "Fuck" and left.
Then we had a very long talk where we concluded that her type is Watson.
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I've always thought the best example of the particular kind of intelligence Nandor has is when he fights with werewolf and chooses a dog toy as his weapon. At first it's a nonsense and no one on the earth but himself can understand why he has made that choice. Then it's inevitable that for a moment you think that choosing a dog toy is the stupidest decision that someone could make and after a while you realize that it was actually a really fucking smart move and you are like "this FUCKING GUY"
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Unless otherwise indicated, fics have an Explicit rating, and John is in (Sugar)Daddy, Captain, Top and/or Dom, Alpha, One In the Know, etc role.
Daddy and Sugar Daddy John Watson
A Sherlock In Pink by TheSherlocked (yes, me) Ch: 4/? Words: 12,839
John Watson is invalided home after his time in Afghanistan, a broken man with no real prospects, and a dwindling bank account. Former colleague Mike Stamford introduces him to the most unusual young man John has ever met, a tea shop owner that looks more like a runway model than anything else, but with a mind like a steel trap. An AU meeting, where John comes back into his own, and Sherlock learns some of the most valuable of life lessons. [This is going to be 6 chapters I think, and then ficlets for certain additional elements.]
Everything You Need by Sexxica Ch: 1 Wods: 6,272
Sherlock is the shy little thing that successful and wealthy Doctor Watson’s dreams are made of. Luckily, Sherlock could really use a Daddy in his life and a good bit of looking after.
Sugar Daddy John (series) by Sexxica Works: 7 Words: 22,504
The very best of Sugar Daddy John and his boy, Sherlock.
To A Tee by lookupkate Ch: 14 Words: 15,321
Sherlock receives a text from an unknown number. The man is under the impression that he needs a sugar daddy. After careful consideration…well, he could be right.
Follow Me Down by 221BeStillMyHeart (HighTimesWithHiddles) Ch: 10 Words: 67,725
Sherlock Holmes is a 23 year old genius working as a forensic analyst at Bart’s hospital. John Watson is a 38 year old army captain just back from war, working as the lead surgeon in the trauma ward. A chance meeting brings them together, and no one is ever the same.
A Kept Man Isn’t A Weak Man by Elphen Ch: 1 Words: 20,429 A/B/O
Sherlock is just out of university, but due to drug habits acquired at said college, Mycroft has cut him off, hoping to put a stop to it that way. Instead, Omega Sherlock struggles doubly, both with his cravings and with finding a job that will not bore him to death and support him financially. Then, when he is on the verge of being completely destitute, he finds several hundred pounds ticking into his account for no apparent reason. He thinks it’s Mycroft, but instead he receives an email from someone who promises to send him more money every fortnight and put him up in a flat rent free, on two conditions; he will stop taking drugs and he will occasionally be asked to be a companion for someone. He does not want to be bought like some toy, but what choice does he have?
A Suitable Stain by vitruvianwatson (keepyoueyesfixedonme) Ch: 1 Words: 7,647
John imagines what they must look like–the young, gorgeous university student, naked as the day he was born, draped over the well-dressed older doctor, the muscles rippling in Sherlock’s back as his slim hips roll that beautiful arse up into the air and back down again, his spine curving beneath John’s hand as he moves it to the small of Sherlock’s back to feel the movement. The hard outline of Sherlock’s cock slides back and forth across John’s body, dampening his clothes with precome, and John moves both hands down to Sherlock’s arse, squeezing and pulling him in harder.
Bespoke by consultingbluebell Ch: 1 Wods: 5728
Sherlock is not at all happy about having to wear a suit for an upcoming party, but he might just change his mind when he meets successful and talented tailor John Watson.
A Little Sugar Never Hurt Anybody by beautifullyheeled Ch: 3/? WIP Words: 11,223
Sherlock’s search for a quiet place to study gave him a whole new learning opportunity.
Breck Verse (series) by orphaned Works: 4 Words: 22,363 (Last story never completed, but doesn’t effect the completion of other stories.)
Dr. Watson, world-renowned cardiac surgeon, accepts an invitation to be keynote speaker at a medical conference in Breckenridge, Colorado, a ski resort town in the Rocky Mountains. He meets a sexy young bartender at the opening dinner then spends the week making his baby happy.
Wrapped Around Your Finger by MojoFlower Ch: 4 Words: 27,308 (There is a bit too much top!lock at the end for my taste, but the beginning is good.)
Virgin!Sherlock, 18 and just out of school, is in Morocco in the early 1900’s to learn about the ways of the world. Dr. John Watson, lately of the British Army and invalided out at age of 36, picks him up in the market place. Lessons (you know what kind) are taught and absorbed. Inspired by the song Wrapped Around Your Finger by The Police. I’d say PWP, except there’s a soupçon of plot, given that it’s a story worked around the lyrics of the song.
Captain John Watson
Command Structure by 221b_hound Ch: 16 Words: 49,034 (I’ve read this one several times.)
Sherlock Holmes returns from his hunt to destroy Moriarty’s network. He comes home to John, and at long last they start this thing between them that couldn’t begin while Moriarty threatened them.
But Sherlock has returned fractured and suffering anxiety attacks. He thinks he needs discipline - the whip - to help him focus and be strong. But his problems are deeper and run back to a childhood of neglect.
John Watson is prepared to be Sherlock’s Captain, but he’s a doctor too. His command style isn’t about pain and subjugation. It’s about care and responsibility: and those concepts go in both directions in Captain Watson’s command structure.
Across Every Universe - Green Eyes at Rainbow Corner by Pmzilla Ch: 18/21 WIP Words: 21,505 Based on a prompt I created about the WWII song Green Eyes
Sherlock Holmes goes undercover as a Naval Lieutenant at American Red Cross Club in London, Rainbow Corner to find out whether the plans for the D-Day Invasion have been compromised by an American Colonel. Whilst investigating, he meets the captivating Capt. John Watson, who finds himself centre stage in both the dance club and Sherlock’s investigation.
Captain, My Captain (Part I of The Stripper Diaries series) by twistedthicket1 Ch: 1 Words: 7,845
Sherlock Holmes walks into a strip club for a case. He winds up leaving with more than he bargained for…
Captain Watson
by Sexxica Ch: 1 Words: 5,144
Sherlock is bored and it is driving John insane. Time for Captain Watson to take charge.
Surrender (Part II of the Unwind series) by illwick Ch: 3 Words: 13,506
Sherlock and John take a stab at negotiating a kink. Three rounds of filthy smut ensue. (Includes gunplay)
AU Dom!John/sub!sherlock
A Little Help from my Friends by Ttime42 Ch: 28 Words: 140,776
In a world where everyone identifies as either a dominant or a submissive, Sherlock is having a rough time moving on from a bad relationship and has sworn off doms forever. John has recently returned to London from war and has a fortuitous run in with an old friend in a park. Sherlock and John’s lives are changed forever because of that chance meeting, and they’ll both find their way through life with a little help from their friends.
Shames and Praises by s0mmerspr0ssen Ch: 7 Words: 51,919
Unable but desperate to find a dom who will put up with him, Sherlock swallows his pride and turns to Mycroft for help. Shortly after, John Watson steps into Sherlock’s life.
Library Lock
Collection of Clues by ianavi Ch: 1 Words: 8,922 (I’ve read this one several times.)
There was no sleeping that night. And not due to the awkward stammering in the stacks of the library. Or the phrasing of what felt as a sudden dismissal. All Sherlock could think about was John’s gaze on his neck, lips, reddening cheeks. How heated he felt under that gaze, how alone when John left. He was itching with desperation to not just be looked at but also touched. It was juvenile fantasy. But he was alone in his bedroom, it was past midnight, and he could indulge. He imagined John’s hand reaching to touch his cheek, his fingers brushing his lips. He buried his head into the pillow and groaned. Could John ever see him like that, ever want him?
A Study In Flirting by GubraithianFire Ch: 1 Words: 5,885
Sherlock is the new librarian at the university library. John is bad with pick-up lines.
Quo Fata Vocant by prettysailorsoldier Ch: 1 Words: 18,115
Sherlock is enamored with one of the employees at the university library, wiling away hours of his days just to catch a glimpse of the dynamic John Watson: captain of the rugby team, event manager for the LGBT society, and third-year medical student. Of course, being only a first-year, it’s unlikely John will ever notice him. At least, until fate (and a little well-intentioned meddling) intervenes.
Careless by lookupkate Ch: 15 Words: 23,652
Sherlock is an eighteen year old student working at a library. John is an army medic sent back to London after an injury. He’s spending a lot of time at the library working on his PhD. Sherlock decides he wants to fuck this mystery student, so he initiates a sexual relationship. He doesn’t really do emotional attachment anyhow, and if he tells John he’s twenty three, what’s the harm? It’s not like he’ll want John to stick around. Right? Right?!?
Sherlock done fucked up.
360.5 by justacookieofacumberbatch (buffyholic) Ch: 6 Words: 18,761
One would think that working as a page at the university library would be relatively peaceful, but what John spies through the gap in the shelves changes his mind.
Arranged Marriage or Domestic Situation
The Bachelor’s Handfasting by Jberry Ch: 20 Words: 20,625 (Sherlock is the smolest gay baby in this one, John is an older widower, and I have probably read this fic a dozen times.)
After her son is caught in a compromising position, Victoria Holmes must make arrangements for a quick marriage between Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.
A Human’s Prize by clearinghouse Ch: 2 Words: 22,232 (Sherlock is a smol merman, John is a bamf!, and I’ve read this one several times.)
Prince John is a well-travelled man of the world, and yet even he is taken aback when a beautiful merman is delivered to the doorstep of the castle. Despite the helpless creature’s fear of him, John resolves to be the best host he can be for his adorable new guest.
Il Traviato by kedgeree Ch: 18 Words: 68,809 (It’s much like Pretty Woman, but Sherlock and John are very in character. Moments of switchlock.)
A down-on-his-luck ex-soldier meets a wealthy businessman in need of a short-term companion
Northwest Passage by Kryptaria Ch: 27 Words: 95,159 (Another I’ve read several times.)
Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.
“The essentials of their relationship distilled through solitude.” –review by Alicat
A/B/O
Siege by PlainJane Ch: 17 Words: 55,410
In 1415, English archer John of Kenilworth is sent by Lord Mycroft Holmes from the field of victory at Agincourt to protect a remote French castle. Cherinfourde is under some dark cloud and John means to get to the bottom of it, in his lord’s name. If only he could stop thinking about the most unusual omega he has ever met.
Loving Care by Elphen Ch: 3 Words: 22,124
AU, Omegaverse, Modern times with Edwardian social structure. Omega Sherlock, out of options for another job, goes into the traditonal Omega occupation of male nurturer. His very first job is taking care of 16-month-old Hamish, son of the highly respected, socially connected widowed doctor, Alpha John Watson. He grows to love the kid very quickly, which he hadn’t expected, nor did he expect to fall for the Alpha quite so hard. Much as they hit it off, though, and whatever behaviour John exhibits, Sherlock knows that they are too far apart socially, even without John still being in love with his wife. His time is limited. Isn’t it?
Night Song (Niht Drēam) by Bashfulbunny (Aequoreavictoria) Ch: 15/? WIP Words: 15,579 soft A/B/O
Battle hardened alpha John’s self-discipline is tested by his overwhelming attraction to Sherlock, a young prisoner-of-war omega in need of his protection and care.
Historical AUs (That don’t fit the categories above)
Basically anything by Holly Sykes (Artemis8147)
This Man’s Heart by ellie_hell Ch: 24 Words: 72,991
In the latter part of the 19th century, a peculiar solitary man and an ex-army doctor disfigured at war live in a small village, surrounded by breathtaking landscapes. When they first meet, they have no idea their lives are about to change forever and, over the months, they will form an unusual friendship, discover more about each other and themselves, and maybe fall a little in love along the way.
Against All Odds by ravenscar Ch: 34 Words: 126,088 (Read three times, and the quick summary does not do it justice.)
When a Crusader crosses paths with an enigmatic young Briton in the Holy Land, their lives are changed forever.
TSR81 Collection on AO3 for all categories.
Still being regularly updated, but here is the current rec list as its own page: http://221bloodnun.tumblr.com/reclist
Making it rebloggable :) @221beesplace @meta-lock (for credit on Capt Watson fic) @yorkiepug
If anyone else wishes to be tagged, let me know and I will add you to my list.
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so, in sherlock’s mind palace he thinks of himself as john’s daddy 👀✨
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akeedia · 3 years
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you have heard "be gay, do crime"
now, i present to you...
be gay, solve crime
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nakababakla · 3 years
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Sherlock Holmes adaptations rated only on Watson fuckability factor
inspired by @froody's post.
Old Russian Holmes
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The day I do not thirst for Solomin is the day I die. He is the OG Hotson. I relate with Holmes in that he repreatedly checks out Watson's ass throughout the series and asks him out on a date immediately after getting acquainted with him. As nekosmuse.com said:
It should also be noted that Solomin is hot. Ridiculously hot. Walking wet dream hot. Especially in uniform.
Fuckability: 10000/10
Ritchieverse
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Though Solomin is the first Hotson, Jude Law is the origin of the term Hotson. I only hold on to the promise of SH3 for the possibility of dilf Law!Watson. The only Watson actor who's hotter with the moustache than without. Also a r m s .
Fuckability: 10000/10
The Irregulars
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Royce Pierreson is hot ok, especially when he rolls his sleeves up to his biceps. Also his Watson's actually gay. Fuckability: 10/10.
Granada Holmes (Hardwicke era)
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@mr-nauseam's brother said:
My ideal sugar daddy, he looks so adorable and kind, look how that suit fits him.
And I agree. Fuckability: 10/10.
Granada Holmes (Burke era)
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I'd die for his sass. Whatever he does, his hair never ever ever gets messy. Fuckability: 10/10.
New Russian Holmes
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Panin!Watson is every bit my type. And the hat chuck? That snipe from a window? His steady hand? Fuck. Fuckability: 8/10.
Canon Watson
I'd fuck him, but I gotta get him a therapist first. Fuckability: 7/10.
BBC Sherlock
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His hair and wardrobe in S4 is the only reason I pulled through that season. Also when he licks his lips holy shit. Fuckability in S1-S3: 7/10. The wardrobe was shit. Fuckability in S4: 10/10. Those button-ups are gonna drive me mad.
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Nigel Bruce | Nigel Stock | James Mason | Ben Kingsley
Nigel Bruce
Sorry sir. Your character was not written to be fuckable. Fuckability: 1/10.
Nigel Stock
I don't really know. Fuckability: 1/10.
Murder by Decree
Sir. I cannot fuck someone who, when he has a leftover pea, tries to stab it with a fork. I cannot fuck a man too cowardly to eat with his fingers. Fuckability: 0/10.
Without A Clue
Hell yeah I'd fuck him. Look at those shirtsleeves. And a Watson with Indian descent? Sign me up. Fuckability: 9/10.
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Colin Blakely | John C. Reilly | H. Marion Crawford | Donald Pickering
The Private Life of Sherlock Holmes
He's adorable with the flower behind his ear. But he's homophobic. Even if I wanted to, he wouldn't fuck me back coz I'm gay. Fuckability: 2/10.
Holmes & Watson
NOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!
Fuckability: -1000000000000/10
1954 Holmes (Crawford)
Nope. He's a smol bean that I'd rather cuddle. Precious boii. Fuckability: 2/10.
1979 Holmes (Pickering)
Hell yeah I'd fuck him! His wardrobe and his hair is a big UGH. I will also die for his sass. Fuckability: 10/10.
thank you @mr-nauseam for helping me! lucy liu's joan watson not included because she is above these mere mortals.
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Five Fics Friday: March 15/24
It's already the Ides of March! Where is time going?!?! BAH Anyway, if you're not able to make the annual Caesaring, why not check out these fantastic fics recently added to my Marked for Later list?? Enjoy!
RECENT MFLs
Pretty Paper by stopthat (G, 2,581 w., 2 Ch. || Post-TRF, Reunions, POV Sherlock, Idiots in Love, Friends to Lovers, Christmas/New Year's, Hugs, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, First Kiss, Cuddling / Snuggling, Conversations) – It isn't even Christmas. “Come home with me.” For good, he means, but he does not say it.
Body Of Years by LipstickDaddy (T, 3,815+ w., 3/? Ch. || WiP || TEH Fix It, Violence, Blood and Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mutual Pining, Angst with Happy Ending) – Sherlock has been dead for two years, fighting to stay alive each day to see John again. So, when he comes back to London and sees John about to close the door on their life together, he reaches a breaking point.
An Erotic Sail by justacookieofacumberbatch (E, 4,533 w., 2 Ch. || Sugar Daddy AU || Age Difference, Sugar Daddy John, Yacht Daddy John, Praise Kink, Porn Without Plot, Boat Sex) – Sherlock, fresh off a Semester at Sea ship in Crete, sees a gorgeous older man, and I'm sure you can guess what happens next.
All Our Gifts At Once, or, the Young Sea-man by tiltedsyllogism (T, 48,119 w., 9 Ch. || Victorian Little Mermaid AU || Sacrifice, Pining, Angst, Realistic Fairy Tale, Bittersweet, Botany, Gardens) – John Watson, storyteller and shipwright's son, walks way from his entire life in Portsmouth to follow the mysterious Sherlock Holmes to London.
Damnatio Memoriae by lovetincture (E, 55,098 w., 20 Ch. || Psychopathology, Sociopathy, Sadism) – Sherlock Holmes is a sociopath and a sadist, and he’s in love with John Watson. He also wants to torture him. John is surprisingly okay with this, with one caveat: He doesn’t want to remember any of it. A loving, healthy relationship, with the occasional torture session courtesy of dubiously legal pharmaceuticals. It’s all fine. Or, it would be fine, if an old enemy didn't have designs of his own on the both of them. Did it really happen if you don’t remember? Part 1 of Damnatio Memoriae
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She loved you · John x reader/Sherlock x sister! reader
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A/N This one was requested by @huntective-kyeo, I really hope you like it dear. And please, have a teddy bear near you or some ice cream, or both :D as this is a very angsty fic.
Again, enjoy my sweet sugar cubes and prepare yourself for some angst :)
Summary: You live a happy, married life with your brother's best friend, John Watson. With two kids and one on the way. What could go wrong? A tragedy knocks on the door of the Watsons', leaving a wrecked family and bitter tears.
You were sitting on John's chair at the cosy flat of 221B Baker Street, soft rain poured down the city as you relaxed near the fireplace. Your toes scrunched now and then as you weren't wearing any shoes.
Glancing down at your left hand, you fixed your gaze on your wedding ring. It was a simple golden band around your finger with little details on it.
A sigh escaped your lips before you said, turning around so now you were looking at the world's only consulting detective which is Sherlock Holmes, but for you he was just your older brother by a year.
"Sherlock can you make me a cup of tea, please?"
The curly-haired man looked up from his microscope, raising an eyebrow expectedly at you. He looked at you for a good thirty seconds before he stood up from his current position and started to make your cup of tea
"It can't be black tea, though. Remember what the gynaecologist said-"
But you cut your brother off when you said.
"Zero caffeine. I know, I know."
The detective rolled his eyes but continued to make your chamomile cup of tea. Meanwhile, you glanced down at your round belly, you were pregnant for the second time and you couldn't be more excited for this little one to come out of you.
Your husband, John Watson and you decided that the gender would be a surprise so no-one is aware weather your baby is a boy or a girl and that made it even more exciting.
Though you could swear Sherlock already knew, he respected you and John's decision on keeping the gender a secret and kept his deductions for himself. Something he only does when it's something concerning you.
Since you were kids, you and Sherlock had been really close, and as you were younger than him for a year, the both of you used to play together. You two seemed to always be together and that didn't change when you both grew up.
Suddenly, your phone chimed and you looked down at it only to notice it was John texting you. A smile appeared on your lips as you read the message.
'I just finished my shift. Going to get the kids from school and then I'm picking you up. See you soon, (y/n). Love you.'
You quickly typed something back
'Alright, I'm waiting for you. Love you :*'
Just as you send the text, Sherlock approached you and put your cup of tea on the small table next to John's chair, where you were sitting.
He then, sat down on his chair. Watching you as you sipped on your hot beverage.
"Sher, there's something me and John want to ask you."
You began, putting the cup down after it warmed your insides. You rested your hands on your baby bump and looked at your older brother softly. He didn't say anything, indicating you to continue speaking which you did.
"Me and John would like you to be the Godfather of our child."
The detective looked at you with an unreadable expression, he didn't even blink for a whole minute, only staring at you directly in the eye.
"Is this how you reacted when John asked you to be his best man on our wedding?"
You asked after the silence was getting a little uncomfortable, awkward even. This question seemed to make Sherlock come back to reality.
"Pardon?"
He asked you, as his focus came to be on you and only you. You had to stiffen a giggle at his confused face and asked again
"Will you be our baby's godfather? Molly and Mrs. H agreed to be godmothers of them."
There was another silence between you two and you started to regret asking Sherlock but then, he said in his usual monotone voice.
"Fine, I'll be the godfather of your baby, happy?"
You couldn't help the smile that grew on your face at his words. It meant a great deal to you that Sherlock got involved in things like this, after all, since you married John a couple of years ago, the relationship your brother held with your husband got closer, as they were now family, they got closer for you, because of you.
There was a sudden noise from downstairs that made you tear your gaze from the detective. You took your mug that still had the hot tea and took a sip as you knew your husband arrived to pick you up and finally go home.
The door to the flat opened and indeed, John came in but before he could take a single step inside the cosy flat, two little boys came running past him.
The both of them had sandy blonde hair, just like their father but they had your (e/c) eyes. The kids ran towards you were, smiling broadly at you and at their uncle Sherlock.
The eldest one, Christopher, was already five years old while the youngest one, Gabriel, was three years old. The two of them were identical though different in behaviour and likings, just like any other pair of brothers.
"Mommy! Mommy, look what I did at school!"
Exclaimed Gabriel, handing you a drawing of the whole family. You couldn't contain your smile as you inspected the drawing. It wasn't perfect but it was cute.
"It's really nice, Gabe."
You said, kissing his head as you were still sitting on the chair due to your big belly. You glanced towards Sherlock as Chris was showing him something he learned in school.
The detective started to explain to the boys how it was not possible that 6x2 was 10. You found it amusing how he tried to make two children understand some basic math but then again, the kids found it fascinating.
You turned to look at John who was standing near the doorway, a smile on his lips as he watched the scene in front of him. When his eyes met yours, his gaze softened. He walked towards you a smirk adorning his features before he arrived at your side and gave you a quick kiss as the kids weren't looking, too caught up with Sherlock's explanation of mathematics.
"Right kids, time to go home."
Said John, making them walk away from Sherlock and ran down the stair to Mrs. Hudson's flat as she had just baked some cookies. You chuckled at their action as the sleuth let out a sigh the moment they left him alone.
"Oh, admit it. You love your nephews."
Sherlock rolled his eyes at your comment but you noticed his little smirk dancing across his lips before he abruptly stood up from his chair and helped you, with John's support, to also stand up.
You huffed once you were on your feet and your husband helped you to get your coat on. He handed you your purse, that was on the couch before saying his goodbyes to Sherlock.
When it was your turn, you did your best to hug him despite your grown belly. He hugged you back as you were one of the many few people he accepted physical contact.
"Thanks for agreeing, Sherlock."
You whispered before you let go of the embrace. He looked down at you with kind eyes, a look he only gave you as his little sister. You stood on your tippy toes and ruffled his brown curls, something you did since you two were little.
"See you later, Sher."
"Goodbye, (y/n)."
And with that, you turned around and took John's outstretched hand and the both of you walked out of the flat and down the stairs slowly.
"Chris, Gabe, time to go!"
You called once you and John were at the front door. The boys came running from Mrs. Hudson apartment with her trailing behind the boys. She bid you all her goodbyes before the four of you exited the building.
The ride back home was filled with the boys' stories at school apart from their anxiousness to meet their new sibling.
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A sigh escaped your lips as you laid down on the comfy bed you shared with your husband. He soon made himself comfortable next to you. Turning around as best as you could with your growing belly, you faced John in the darkness of your shared bedroom.
"He said yes."
You said in a quiet voice as you two were really close to each other there was no need in raising your voice.
"I'm glad, (y/n)."
John smiled at you, despite the darkness that engulfed you both, you were able to tell he was smiling as he put his hand on your belly, feeling gentle move inside it. You always adored when he did that. When he touched your baby bump as there was some kind of connection between the unborn baby and its father.
"Are you happy?"
Your question came out as a mere whisper but he heard you clearly.
"Of course I am, love. You've given me everything I've ever wanted. A family, the love of the most beautiful woman in the world, your company and... I just have it all by your side."
John's words made tears prickle at the corner of your eyes, you blamed it on the hormones but your heart was touched by his kind words.
"I love you, John."
"As I love you, (y/n)."
The next thing you knew were that his lips were on yours in a sweet kiss.
"Goodnight, Mrs. Watson."
He said, lips brushing with yours.
"Goodnight, Dr. Watson."
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"You two are going to behave, alright?"
John said to the kids as they were sitting on the couch at 221B Baker Street as he was taking you out on a date. Just the two of you, as it used to be. Meanwhile, Chris and Gabe were going to stay with Sherlock for a couple of hours.
"Yes, daddy."
"Yes, dad."
The ex-army doctor smiled at his kids before he gave each one of them a kiss on the forehead before turning to look at you.
"And their sleep time is at nine o'clock, no more as they have school tomorrow... Am I forgetting something?"
You asked Sherlock as you tried to remember anything else regarding the children until your brother's deep voice broke your train of thought.
"Yes, saying goodbye to your sons."
You rolled your eyes at him but turned around nonetheless and walked towards the kids. Planting a kiss to their foreheads just like John.
"Behave. Both of you."
Your sons nodded at you with a smile on their faces.
"I love you both so much, never forget that, my darlings."
They looked up at you, their eyes shining as they stared back at yours.
"We love you too, mommy."
Said Chris as Gabe nodded eagerly. You ruffled their sandy blond hair before you returned to Sherlock.
"Thanks for agreeing to take care of them, Sher. We'll be back at ten."
He nodded at you before a sigh escaped your lips as you turned to your kids once more, sitting on the couch. You smiled at them and then walked towards John, who was standing in the doorway. You took his hand as the two of you started to walk out of the apartment.
"Goodbye boys!"
You shouted at the middle of the stairs only to hear a groan from Sherlock and some cute little giggles that belonged to the kids. You smiled to yourself as John helped you climb down the stairs of the building.
Strong rain poured over the city as you and John made your way towards the car that was parked just in front of 221B. You sighed as you closed the door, hearing how the rain hit the roof of the car.
When your husband entered the driver's seat, you glanced at him with a small smile.
"I love you, John."
He leaned to you, planting a sweet and quick kiss on your lips before he said.
"I love you too."
And with that, he started the engine and sped off on the wet streets of London. Ready for the special date he had planned for a month already.
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It was now half past nine, the rain hasn't stopped pouring wildly over the city. Chris had already fallen asleep on the couch while Gabe was curled up in John's old chair. The two had a blanket to keep them warm as Sherlock sat in his chair as he was in his mind palace.
The heavy sound of the rain hitting the windows along with the flicking flames of the fireplace were the only sound at the cosy flat of 221B Baker Street.
Suddenly, the detective's phone rang loudly, snapping him from his own thoughts. He glanced down at the device resting next to him only to notice it was already quarter past ten.
He didn't recognised the caller ID as it was marked as a private number but the sleuth decided to answer the phone nonetheless.
"Sherlock Holmes."
His voice was low so as to not wake up the sleeping children in his flat but when he heard the other person's voice, he felt how his entire world crumbled down on him.
"Mr. Holmes, you are (y/n) and John Watson's emergency contact, I have to inform you that got into a car accident and the both of them are now in surgery."
His blood ran cold, his face paled to a sickening colour as he stared at the distance while his brain processed the information he just heard.
"Which hospital?"
Sherlock asked with a surprisingly steady voice thorugh the phone
"Royal London Hospital."
Said the nurse at the phone. The detective didn't waste another second before he hang up, walking towards the coat rag, he grabbed his large coat before going down the stairs.
"Uncle Sherlock what's going on?"
Chris asked with a sleepy voice as he rubbed his eyes but the detective didn't have the time to answer his nephew as he was already at the middle of the stairs. He knocked harshly on Mrs. Hudson's door.
When the elderly lady opened the door also in her nightgown, Sherlock explained everything to her before asking her if she could stay with the kids upstairs. She, obviously, agreed and without further delay, Sherlock found himself calling a cab in the street.
He didn't care about the rain or the cold, he only wanted to get to the hospital as soon as possible. By some miracle, a cab stopped in front of him and he entered it quickly, giving the address to the driver before he took his phone out and called Mycroft.
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The two brothers arrived at the hospital at the same time, rushing to the reception and asking for yours and John's current state.
"They are currently in surgery, please be patient, the doctor will be with you both in a moment."
Sherlock was going to protest and ask more questions about you and John as his brain didn't seem to be working properly and he couldn't simply deduce it. He was dragged by Mycroft to the waiting room where the eldest Holmes sat down in one of the couches while Sherlock paced around the small area back and forth.
Neither of the brothers knew for how much time they waited in the little area. The both of them felt it was hours, but they were pretty sure it was just minutes when the doctor came in.
"John and (y/n) Watson?"
He asked, making Sherlock turn his full attention to him while Mycroft stood up from his chair.
"We are (y/n)'s brothers."
Said the British Government himself, holding his umbrella in front of him as he used to do. The doctor let out a heavy sigh and said.
"I'm afraid to tell you that Doctor Watson did well during surgery, however, the trauma in the head was really bad and he is comatose."
Sherlock took a breath at the news, but he still hadn't heard the whole truth.
"And our sister?"
He asked, the two brothers feared for your state, especially Sherlock as you two were really close.
"Mrs. Watson is now in intensive care, she suffered some hard hits on her belly and as we are aware, she is pregnant so we have to induce her into labour. I cannot tell exactly Mrs. Watson's current state but if we didn't induce her into labour, she and the baby had high probabilities of not surviving the night."
A silence lingered in the room for no more than two seconds before Sherlock spoke again.
"Can we be there for her during labour?"
The doctor nodded, signaling the brothers to follow him down the hall. When they entered gynecology, they both heard your blood-curdling screams coming from one of the rooms.
Sherlock and Mycroft entered the room only to find another doctor tending to you while nurses walked around the place carrying towels and different types of medication.
The detective didn't waste another second to be by your side, he took your hand in his large one as Mycroft stepped next to his brother. There was a small cut just above your right eyebrow and as Sherlock took your left hand in his, you finally noticed your brothers were in the room.
Tears blurred your vision but you were still able to smile slightly before another wave of pain hit you hard making you moan in pain as you squeezed Sherlock's hand tightly.
"It's okay, (y/n). We are here with you."
Said the detective, trying to soothe the pain somehow. An intense wave of pain hits you again, making you cry out once more. Mycroft couldn't handle all the blood that was leaving your body and excused himself from the room as he went to make some calls.
"Chicken."
You laughed through your pain at Sherlock's statement. You never let go of his hand but then, you furrowed your eyebrows and asked him in a panting voice.
"Where's... where's John?"
Your curly-haired brother looked down at you, he didn't think it was the right moment to tell you about your husband's current condition but before he could utter a word, the doctor interfered, saying in an urgent yet calm voice.
"Alright, Mrs. Watson. You are completely dilated by now, we are going to need you to push hard."
You took some deep breaths before nodding at the doctor. He inspected you for the last time.
"Now, (y/n). Push."
He instructed and you did as you were told, pushing as hard as you could before collapsing back on the sheets of the hospital bed. You squeezed Sherlock's hand even harder than before but he didn't care, he wanted to be there for you. He was always going to be there for you.
In the middle of the whole situation, in your exhausted state, you heard the doctor curse under his breath before giving the nurses some instructions as he left the room and started to talk with Mycroft.
"What's wrong? Is the baby alright?"
You asked, looking up at Sherlock as he brushed a few strands of sweaty hair from your forehead. The detective's heart felt heavy at the sight of you.
His little sister, you were in so much pain, you didn't know the current state of your husband, hence he could be dead but at the moment, in that exact moment, the only thing you cared about was the baby.
He shushed you, as you shut your eyes shut, trying to ignore the pain. The doctor entered the room again, giving instructions to the nurses before all of them got to work.
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You slumped back on the bed, your hand went limp on Sherlock's as you took deep breaths, faint baby cries were heard in the background and a tired smile graced your lips.
You didn't know what was going on in the room, you felt so tired, exhausted. The only thing you wanted to do was sleep. Mycroft entered the room the moment a nurse handed Sherlock the baby as you were way too tired to hold the little baby.
"It's a girl."
The detective whispered, making you open your tired eyes to look at the sleeping baby in Sherlock's arms. Mycroft stood next to his brother, also watching at the little girl. She was just like you, same (h/c) hair and soft (s/c).
The baby opened her eyes only to reveal two (e/c) pools, just like your eyes.
"Luna."
You whispered, lifting your hand weakly to caress your daughter's cheeks.
"My Luna."
Your voice came out as a mere whisper. The name slipped out of your tongue as you had always liked it.
"She looks like you, (y/n)."
Said Sherlock in a soft voice as he watched you interact with the new-born baby that he was carrying as you were too weak to hold her by yourself.
Tears clouded your eyes as you watched the baby fall asleep in your brother's arms but you never stopped caressing her soft cheek. Your other hand grasped Sherlock's, though in a weaker grip.
You were aching to sleep, to surrender to the darkness. To exhaustion.
"Please... tell John I love him, that I l-love him so much. Take care of my Luna... Sherlock. Please."
You said, looking up at him with tears in your eyes. Mycroft quickly pressed the bottom to call the doctor as your heartbeat was slowing down considerably.
"What are you saying (y/n)? You are going to be fine, everything's going to be fine, just... just hold on a little."
You shook your head as tears escaped the corner of your eye, landing on the soft pillow.
"Take care of my babies...please. Take care of them..."
Mycroft left the room in search of the doctor as your voice was getting lower and lower, your eyelids felt so heavy that you succumbed to darkness. Yout hand that was grasping Sherlock's suddenly felt heavy and limp, while the one that was caressing your daughter's cheeks also fell limp on the bed.
A long beep echoed around the room as the doctor entered the place followed by some nurses. Sherlock and Mycroft were forced to leave the room as the professionals tried to bring you back to life.
The detective was still carrying little Luna who was wrapped in a pink baby blanket.
"Is she..."
But Mycroft didn't finish his sentence as his little brother cut him off
"She'll be fine. She has to be... she has to be."
The last part Sherlock said it more to himself as he tried to linger in the last straw of hope he had that night. It was already too much when he was informed of John's comatose and now, now his little sister was dancing on the limbo between life and death. He looked at the white ceiling of the hospital, trying to keep the tears at bay.
The doctor exited the room, only to be met by two men who stood anxiously on the hallway as one of them held a baby in his arms.
"I am sorry. Her heart was too weak to beat again."
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The brothers entered the place in which you laid peacefully although this time there was nothing attached to your body. One of the nurses had to take Luna away for further check out.
A single tear escaped Sherlock's eye, rolling down his pale cheek painfully slowly. Mycroft couldn't bear to look at your figure, pale, cold, lifeless.
Their minds hadn't yet processed that you were gone. You. (y/n) Holmes. Their little sister. Always so kind and humble, so intelligent and brilliant. So happy and positive. The emptiness the brothers felt was beyond words. The both of them were known to be heartless, emotionless, but not with you.
For you, Sherlock and Mycroft held so much love in the purest way a brother can love their sister.
"We have to tell them."
Mycroft said after minutes of silence, or perhaps it was hours but they didn't care. They were grieving, hurting, mourning the loss of their sister. The youngest Holmes. John's wife. Their little (y/n).
"Mother and father will be devastated."
Sherlock stated, looking at your relaxed features as if he were in some kind of transe.
"In the end, all hearts are broken."
The detective turned to look at his brother, the both of them had tears in their eyes but neither let them flow. They were going to cry, yes. But in private. Behind closed doors where they can't be judged, when they can pour their emotions freely. Emotions the both of them have but are buried deep within their hearts.
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ONE YEAR LATER
Sherlock stood in a graveyard in front of him was a black stroller where a one-year-old baby slept peacefully, not knowing the pain her relatives were going through. Two little kids stood at each side of the sleuth holding a white rose. His now gray eyes were locked on the name engraved on the stone.
(y/n) Watson,
Loving wife, sister, friend and mother.
He posed his hands on the children's head, indicating they could put the flowers on their mother's grave. Chris and Gabe complied to their uncle's silent instruction as the both walked forwards before placing the roses in front of your grave.
"I miss you, mummy."
Said Gabe, the middle child, as he stared at the tombstone. His brother was standing next to him.
"I miss you too, mum."
Time flew by with the three of them only staring at the stone with your name engraved on it. Sherlock's mind trailed back to the memories he had shared with you. How you used to play with him when the two of you were kids, how you were always so proud of him. How you were there when Mycroft found him in a dark alleyway completely high, he noticed your concern, your anger and sadness and he promised to stop using. Just for you.
Because you asked him, pleaded him to stop. Sherlock remembered how you were always by his side and now, now that you were gone, he felt so alone.
The thing that matters worse was John's comatose state. He hasn't woken up yet and the doctors fear he will never wake up as every day that passes is less and less probable for him to open his eyes again.
"Let 's go kids."
Sherlock said, making the kids turn around, wiping the little tears that escaped their (e/c) eyes. Eyes that were a constant reminder to the detective that you were gone.
The curly-haired man pushed the stroller as he walked towards the exit of the graveyard with Chris at his right and Gabe at his left. As today marked exactly a year since you passed away. A year since Luna was born.
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Sherlock took the kids to the hospital where their father was. Your brother took Chris and Gabe to visit their dad. Sometimes he also took Luna with him.
They walked down the large, white hallways of the hospital. The children already knew how to get to their dad's room as they've been there countless times for the past year.
Sherlock kept an emotionless face, trying to suppress the ache in his chest every time he walked down the same path, with the same destination. He, at some point thought it was pointless to visit an unconscious person but he did it nonetheless.
He missed his best friend, his brother-in-law. Sherlock was already mourning your death so he held to the thought that John was still alive.
As they neared the room they have visited many times in the last year, Sherlock noticed some commotion inside it and the detective didn't hesitate to enter the place where his best friend had been sleeping for the last 365 days.
The kids followed their uncle into the room only to get the biggest surprise they could get as Chris and Gabe saw their father, sitting on the bed, talking with one of the nurses that tended to him.
John turned to look at the door the moment it opened only to be met by Sherlock pushing a stroller and his two kids. With tears in their (e/c) eyes, Chris and Gabe ran towards their father. The nurse excused herself and left the family to reunite in private.
John was crying too as he embraced his sons, he was still a little overwhelmed with the fact that he had been in a coma for over a year but he was glad his family was there at that moment.
It passed sometime before John let go of his kids, now focusing on his friend, Sherlock who was standing behind the black stroller with a baby in it.
His eyes locked with those of the consulting detective and asked
"Where 's (y/n)?"
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John found himself standing in the very-well known flat of 221B Baker Street after he was discharged from the hospital as he also expressed his urgency to leave the place.
"Chris, Gabe, go down to Mrs. Hudson. Stay there until I say so."
At first, the kids protested as they wanted to spend time with their dad but John reassured the boys that everything was going to be alright and that they should obey their uncle Sherlock.
The children left the flat and their footsteps were heard as they climbed down the stairs.
"What's happening, Sherlock? What's wrong?"
He asked, eyeing his friend as he put a blanket over the sleeping baby that was still in her stroller. John didn't understand a single thing that was happening. Why was Sherlock taking care of a baby? Where were you? He wanted to be with you, tell you that he was alright and that everything was going to be okay.
"You may want to sit down."
Said Sherlock, gesturing towards the red armchair next to the fireplace. But John wasn't giving in, he wanted answers, he needed answers. He shook his head, indicating to his friend that he wasn't going to do it Sherlock's way but his own.
"No. I want to know what happened. Why are you looking after a baby? I want you to tell me where she is. Where's (y/n)? Where's my wife?"
The detective looked away from John's piercing gaze before he spoke slowly and cautiously. For the first time in his life, Sherlock structured his words in his mind before saying them.
"You and (y/n) were in a car crash a year ago."
Tears started to glisten in John's eyes as Sherlock swallowed thickly as your death was still something too recent for him. He took a deep breath before continuing
"(y/n)... she... she was rushed into an induced labour. She was in labour for hours. I-I don't know how many but, you get the idea."
John nodded, he seemed to be rooted to the floor, not able to move, say or do something. The tears glistened in his blue eyes as he realized you gave birth to the baby alone, he missed it. He missed the day when the baby was born.
"She gave birth to a girl."
Sherlock motioned to the stroller with the sleeping little girl there. John's eyes immediately fell on the girl before walking towards her.
"Is she... Is she my daughter?"
The detective only nodded at his distressed friend as John finally let go of some tears as he watched the little girl with (h/c) hair sleeping peacefully. Unaware of the pain her father was feeling at the moment.
"Her name 's Luna. Luna (y/n) Watson."
John smiled through his tears as he remembered when you told him that you liked the name since you got pregnant with your first baby.
"(y/n) asked me to look out for her and the boys."
Sherlock's words made the ex-army doctor stand up from his kneeling position in front of the stroller. The tiny smile that appeared on his lips a second ago was now gone. Not even a trace of it was left on his face.
"'Asked'?"
The consulting detective, no with glassy eyes too, said with pain in his voice.
"Her heart was too weak after she gave birth to Luna. The doctor did his best but..."
Sherlock didn't get to finish his sentence as a 'no' escaped John's lips. The tears blurred his vision as he felt like he had just been stabbed in the heart.
"She died, John."
Said the sleuth, keeping at bay his own tears. John closed his eyes, letting more crystalline and salty tears roll down his cheeks.
"(y/n) loved you, John. She loved you so much she made sure you knew it one last time. "
And with those words said, Sherlock stepped out of the flat and went down stairs with the kids. Leaving John to his own thoughts as he sensed he wanted to be alone. And he was right as the moment the detective left, John sank to his knees and cried in his hands before approaching the stroller. Taking the one-year-old in his arms and crying silently as Luna was an exact image of you.
He was sure she'd look just like you when she grew up, but for now, he held onto the last piece of you he had in this world.
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A couple of days later, John found himself in front of your grave. He just stood there, reading over and over again the name on the stone. Your name.
"I'm sorry... (y/n)."
He said, choking on a sob that threatened to escape his throat.
"I would do anything, anything to bring you back my love."
It was too much. The pain, the emptiness, the tears, the loneliness. The hole in his heart you left when you closed your eyes forever.
"She's beautiful. Luna, I mean. She's just like you. I bet she'll be as beautiful as you were when she grows up."
A lump was forming in John's throat but he continued his speech, he needed to tell you this, to get it off his chest. Even though he knew you couldn't hear him, somehow it helped to just say those words out loud.
"I'm... I'm going to be strong, (y/n). For you and for the kids. They'll be fine, we'll be fine. But we'll miss you so much. And don't worry, I'll make sure they never forget they had a beautiful, caring, loving woman as their mother. I love you, (y/n). I love you so much."
John played with your wedding ring. He had put it in a chain and wore it beneath his shirt. A way to always have you with him. Sherlock made sure to keep your wedding ring safe and he gave it to John not long ago.
"Farewell, my love."
And with that, John Watson took a shuddering breath, he wiped the tears that escaped his eyes and turned around, walking with steady steps as he was going to keep his promise. He was going to be strong, for him, for the kids, for Sherlock but most importantly, for you.
His only love, forevermore.
October/01/2021
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john watson is essential representation for people who top their sugar daddies
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breakfast-cereal · 3 years
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Stupid For You (2) -Johnlock
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!¡Trigger Warning¡! DO NOT IGNORE!: mentions to drugs and addiction, alcohol use, vomiting, hints to declining/poor mental health.
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Rosie's hair was in a slightly dishevelled braid that reached just above her shoulder blades
"Youtube seems to be helpful for tutorials. Slightly inaccurate, though." Sherlock looked as if he was about to write down notes.
"It's YouTube, Sherlock." John looked at Rosie who had a massive grin on her face
Rosie rushed to Sherlock and wrapped her arms around him. "Thank you, daddy!"
Sherlock didn't seem to protest and accepted the role of a father figure to Rosie. John was confused by this. If Sherlock was a father figure to Rosie wouldn't that insinuate that he and John were together? Does that not bother Sherlock?
"No problem." Sherlock ushered Rosie back to her room and then sat back down to work on the case.
John sat on the couch, sneaking glances at Sherlock while watching some sports game on the telly. He reached for his phone on the table and scrolled through it while watching the telly and concentrating on Sherlock. John was hoping this would have some distraction from his headache. The light from his phone just seemed to make the headache worse. John had opened google and was staring down at it. His headache was horrible and those confusing feelings had returned to plague his thoughts. Without thinking, John entered "John Watson and Sherlock Holmes" into the search bar and entered it. He looked around anxiously as if someone was going to pop out of any corner and catch him looking at this. The worst would be Sherlock. Results popped up raging from "Johnlock" blogs to articles describing their relationship. John clicked on the first article and skimmed it until reaching a part that specifically piqued his interest.
Sherlock Holmes and his partner John Watson's relationship is obviously less than platonic. Relationship expert, Tiffany Laines has confirmed multiple theories with her video "Debunking 'Johnlock'." Laines stated in her video that "Holmes and Watson are very close for just roommates. It seems it's Holmes&Watson rather than just Holmes and Watson. Based on body language queues, like the leaning in from Watson, and the way Holmes' colleagues described him as brash whereas it seems John does not find him that way. Can this mean Holmes treats Watson differently? Of course, we can never be sure with their limited interaction, but my speculation is something is going on."
John read over that paragraph multiple times. He read it for what felt like hours. He stared and analyzed it wanting to know what they meant. What the secret meaning could be even though the truth stared back at him. He wanted to throw his phone. Launch it across the room. Find whoever wrote that article and beat them. Instead, John put his phone down and made his way up to make some tea.
"Tea?" He asked into the air, hoping Sherlock would maybe answer.
"Yes, that'd be nice."
John prepared two cups and watched while the water boiled in the kettle. He listened to it fizz and at some moments John wondered if it would boil over. John could be compared to a kettle. He would fizz and bubble until he reached a point where he would just stop or boil over completely. John believed he was a calm individual, though he wasn't. It's hard being calm when you're rather vigilant all the time.
"I've got it!" John spun to see Sherlock pacing around the house frantically. "It was so obvious how could I have not gotten it!",
"What?",
"It's objects! The numbers were words and the words were objects. I've got a lead, John.",
"How did you manage to get that out of a sheet of numbers?" John was impressed. Well, not impressed, because Sherlock could solve a murder with his eyes closed and hands tied, but his skills were always impressive.
"It became quite obvious with hints. The necklace the woman had is a precious object so at first, I thought it could be something expensive, but there's nothing expensive in our flat. Yes, I'm assuming it is in our flat, as the woman left these papers in our flat rather than taking them to Mrs. Hudson, or some other person. Of course, maybe it's just because she was one to visit us, but with the pieces of paper originally the coordinates seemed to also have directions that were rather similar to the way to get into our flat. To sum it down simply, there's clues in certain objects in our flat." Sherlock seemed so animated when he talked about these things. He always strived for perfection and clarity on his cases and when he got it, it's like it sent him into a high. "Don't drink the tea, by the way.",
"What's wrong with the tea?" John felt overwhelmed with this information. There were hidden messages all over the flat. What if he stepped on one? Or got it wet?
"You added milk to yours. It's expired. Strange you pour the milk before the water." John looked at the milk in his cup that had small chunks in it and dumped it down the sink, sugar swirling down with it.
The kettle finished as John was there and he poured it into Sherlock's cup. He waddled over to Sherlock's desk and placed the tea, noticing the messy state of affairs. Sherlock's desk had papers all over it. The papers in the centre focus were the ones from the most recent case. One paper had computer, Jane Eyre, heart, written on it, while all the others remained blank.
"Heart?" John felt a strange feeling when Sherlock looked panicked. Sherlock looked like that word wasn't supposed to be written.
"Likely mistake. I don't know why that word is there. Stupid mistake." Sherlock quickly flipped over the paper and overemphasized the grab of the cup. "Go watch telly or something. I'm busy." John hated the way Sherlock would brush him off so easily. Even with living with him all these years he still couldn't brush off the hurt it caused. He wanted to get his mind off this, but his mind immediately went to drinks. With what John remembered happened last night, drinking was the last thing he wanted to do. So instead, John left the flat.
He walked the opposite way from the pub. His mind thought of one thing and one thing only; Sherlock. He felt like one of those articles as he speculated what heart could be. Does Sherlock have a secret photo album of Irene Adler? John was sure that Sherlock didn't have any human organs (they had cleaned all those out after John screamed at Sherlock over the fact that if Rosie ever found them she'd be terrified.) Was heart meaning that Sherlock's heart had been taken? Was he in love with someone? John felt a spike of jealousy and resent for whoever this person was. How dare they have Sherlock's heart. Why can't it be John? John paused internally. Why was John so jealous? He didn't like Sherlock. He never liked Sherlock. Sherlock was a friend, but friends don't get jealous over their friend's relationship because they want it to be them. Maybe John wanted Sherlock as a little more than a friend, but he only liked women. His brain was just being weird again. It's because he hadn't been with any women in a while. He just missed Mary, and Sherlock was the only person around that he could be with, so his brain was just skipping to conclusions. John needed to meet someone. There was one person that came to mind, the woman he had met on the bus. He had always wanted more and now was the time for that. He could unblock her number and text her. It would be something that has no strings attached. It will help John get his mind off Sherlock. He'll be able to realize his feelings were stupid.
When John was back at the flat he felt strange guilt. Like sending a text to this woman would be cheating on Sherlock. Sherlock wasn't romantically interested in John at all. John stared at his phone and the text that was sitting and waiting to be sent
Would you maybe want to meet up sometime this week?
John shut off his phone, he needed time to consider. He wasn't sure what he wanted. He wanted something. He wanted someone, but this just didn't feel right to him. She didn't feel right for him. He felt like he would be using her. He would use her to distract himself from his own problems. He didn't need a distraction he needed advice. He really needed advice. Who was he supposed to get advice from?
John sat at a small table with a pink linen table cloth on it. The chairs were rickety and felt as if they were going to fall apart any moment, whereas the table cloth looked pricey and was clearly good quality. It had ballerinas dancing on it, and could definitely be used as a small blanket.
"What are you here for, John?" Mrs. Hudson asked,
"I need some advice." John expected Mrs. Hudson to be the last person he went to, but there he was, sitting in her flat.
"Aw, did something go down between you and Sherlock?",
"No, no, that's not it. Well, I mean. I don't know." John wanted to smack his head into the desk. "I need advice on feelings."
"Oh, John," Mrs. Hudson sounded genuinely caring. Or maybe John just wanted her to care.
"I'm not in love, before you think I am. I'm just confused and I want advice.",
"Is it Sherlock?" Mrs. Hudson knew before John. The articles knew before John. John realized with those words, that he was indeed stupid for Sherlock. He had to admit it to himself. He can't deny it all.
"I don't like men." Denial, denial, denial. All he did was deny. He had realized, but he wasn't going to acknowledge it. He may know, but if he ignores it, it's not real.
"I may be your landlady, but that doesn't make me oblivious." ,
"But I'm not-"
Mrs. Hudson interrupted him, "my advice is to stop denying it."
John pushed up from the table, shocked the chair didn't crumble. "I think that's enough advice for today." He hissed as he left the flat.
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So, for my mod gift, I'd like something a little more focused on Mary and John, if possible. Something simple, like their first date or having fun with Rosie out in the park. Little slice of life, I suppose. 💜
And here is your mod gift! I hope you enjoy this slice of life celebrating Mother’s Day.
A Happy Mother's Day Breakfast In Bed - Mary gets a surprise in bed from her husband and daughter, five years after she "died."
READ @ AO3
“Mummy! Look what I did!”
Mary smiled as Rosie came running into the bedroom, waving a folded piece of paper. John was right behind her with a tray full of food and a single red rose in a vase. “Did you make me a card yourself?”
“I did!” Rosie clambered up into the bed and presented the card to her mother by shoving it in her face. Mary chuckled, then took it and moved Rosie off her lap into the middle of the bed so John could set down the tray. She appreciated every holiday she got to spend with her daughter, glad her “death” had been enough to pull the last of her enemies out of the woodwork so MI-6 could take care of them. She had been Mary Watson again for five years and they had been some of the best years of her life.
John set the tray on Mary’s lap and then sat by her legs as Mary opened the Mother’s Day card. It was full of crayon drawings on a large sheet of white construction paper, and there was enough glitter dumped on it to make a creiche teacher jealous. “She did it all herself.”
“There’s you, and Daddy, and Uncle Sherlock and Auntie Molly and Uncle Greg and Blackbeard.” She turned the card over for her mom. “And this is Auntie ‘Thea and Uncle Mycroft and Nana and Poppy and Auntie Harry and Auntie Sylvia and Mrs. Hudson.”
“The whole family is on here, aren’t they?” Mary asked. “Except...where’s Hamish?”
“Hamish is a baby, and he’s not a nice one.” There was some rivalry for her Uncle Sherlock’s attention now that Sherlock and Molly had a child of their own, and Rosie was not fond of the toddler. The look of distaste on her face was enough for Mary to lean over and kiss her daughter’s face to show that at least <i>she</i> loved Rosie more. When she pulled away Rosie snuggled her way under her mum’s arm.
“He keeps pulling her hair when I bring her to Baker Street,” John said. “He does it with Molly, too.”
“Which is why I’m keeping my hair nice and short again,” Mary said with a smile. She’d grow it back out eventually, but having had to change her hair color and style when she was pretending to be dead had reminded her how much she loved her hair in the style it had been when she got married. She was a brunette now, by her own choice, but Rosie had inherited her mum’s curls and they were usually allowed to run wild or were pulled back into pigtails.
“Well, I want my hair short too,” Rosie said with a pout.
“Are you sure? You’d have to wear headbands and clips to hold it back,” John said. “And you said headbands make your head hurt.”
“If you really want it short, we can find a way to make it work,” Mary said. John nodded at that. Neither of them wanted to run roughshod over Rosie’s appearance. She decided what she wore, even if it didn’t match, and if her hair was up or down. She’d never had short hair before, but Mary was sure the right stylist could do amazing things.
“Well, your mummy has a spa day today, so if she gets her hair cut, maybe I can bring you to get yours cut,” John said to Rosie as Mary set aside the card and picked up the coffee. Flavored creamer and two sugars, just the way she liked it. John knew her so well.
“Oh I do, do I?” Mary said after she sipped some of her coffee. “I like spa days. Your Daddy does too, because then he gets you all to yourself.”
“Because I’m Daddy’s best girl!” Rosie said happily, beaming at her father.
“You are,” John said. “And Mommy is the love of his life.”
“I’m glad for that,” she said with a smile. There had been some hard times when she had come back, some hurt feelings and not so simple explanations, but seeing a couples therapist and both of them raising Rosie put them back on track. They were the happiest they’d been since their wedding, now, and Mary had something to tell him that evening that would make him even happier, that she thought she might be expecting another child.
But that could wait as John launched into what his plans with Rosie during her mum’s spa day would be and John and Rosie picked bits of Mary’s breakfast off her plate. Right now, she was going to take the opportunity to enjoy a breakfast in bed with the two people she loved most in the world.
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nightingveilxo · 7 years
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Since I ran out of Daddy John Watson and Sugar Daddy John Watson fics to read, I’m just going to work on writing more ficlets for the AO3 tags. I’ll still do longer fics, but the tags are so empty.
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read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/3kqmuun
by TikoBarnes
I admit directly that every time Phil recalls BH, what comes to my mind is cowboy MARTIN FREEMAN.
Words: 2732, Chapters: 2/6, Language: 中文-普通话 國語
Fandoms: The Power of the Dog, 犬之山
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: M/M
Characters: Phil Burbank, Bronco Henry, Benedict Cumberbatch, Martin Freeman
Relationships: Phil Burbank/Bronco Henry, Benedict Cumberbatch/Martin Freeman, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Additional Tags: To some extent it can be called Johnlock AU, sixteen virgin!Phil, sugar daddy cowboy!Bronco, First Time
September 20, 2021 at 03:35PM
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