not really my area.

“Well a great benefit of being a consultant detective is that I can pick and chose my clients. So, consider it done I’ll stop him… but not for you and certainly not for a price.”

It was a rainy London afternoon. Sherlock was draped over the sofa, hands peaked under his chin. John was flipping through The Times absentmindedly, while Rosie sat on the floor colouring a giraffe an alarming shade of fuchsia. The radio in the kitchen was barely audible, the oldies station adding to the white noise from the street. When the opening notes of a familiar Four Seasons song began to drift through the speakers, Sherlock bolted off the couch, and made a dash for the set. It took John a minute to realise what he was doing and then it settled in. Oh. 

“Don’t,” he stood up from his chair and made his way to the kitchen. 

“I’m sorry?" 

"You don’t have to change it. I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I just-I didn’t want it to upset you." 

John shrugged, "Old memories. Yeah, it still hurts a bit. Hurts you too, I think.” Sherlock could only nod. Before he could react John had taken Sherlock’s hand in his own. He cocked his head to the side and blinked at John. “How about a new memory?” Sherlock stammered under his breath, his face turning all shades of red. “Sherlock Holmes, may I have this dance?" 

As soon as Sherlock could nod, John was twirling him around the kitchen. Their eyes locked and the two stared at each other, having a conversation without saying a word. Their reverie was broken by a tug on John’s trousers. He picked up a giggling Rosie and twirled her around. His hand returned to Sherlock’s waist and the trio twirled and laughed through the flat long after the song had changed. Oh what a night, indeed.

“Please, just for one night.”

“Sherlock I have to get back to Rosie.”

“I know, but… just one night. I don’t want to be alone.”

“Ok, fine.”

“…”

“Why tonight?”

“Hm?”

“Why did you want me to stay tonight? You usually think it whenever I leave, but tonight you chose to say it. Why?”

“I wanted more tea.”

“You’re not fooling me. Try again.”

“I fancied a chinese and couldn’t be bothered-“

“Sherlock.”

“Mrs Hudson keeps trying to make conversation.”

“Nope.”

“…”

“I was remembering from those two years, when I was… gone, how I felt without you, John. I didn’t want to waste an opportunity to spend time with you now.”

“If it makes anything different, I hate leaving every night. I hate disappointing you.”

“Then why not come back?”

“I.. I just…please can we not have this conversation right now?”

“I just want to know, John. Then I’ll stop pressing the issue.”

“Fine. It’s because… every time I think about living here, I think about how it used to be. But then I always remember that nothing can ever be like that again. We can’t turn back time.”

(inaudible mumbling)

“Sorry, Sherlock?”

“Never mind.”

“Tell me, I mind.”

“I said that even if we can’t turn back time, it always feels as if it stops when you’re here.”

“…”

“I feel the same way, Sherlock. Time always stops here. That’s something that I love so much about this flat.”

“John, I think the most important thing to remember about this flat, is that it’s changed, like us. Grown old, needed fixing, been damaged. But it’s always our home. And no one can change that, because we are the two people who make it a home.”

“…”

“Oh stop smiling, you arrogant sod. I’m only crying because I’m realising what a shit father I’m being to my daughter by leaving her with Molly for, what is it, 3 hours? Bloody hell, I only came to drop off something from Greg.”

“It’s fine, I’m sure she won’t mind. Molly is utterly besotted with Watson. I can see why.”

“And why is that?”

“Because she’s your daughter.”

“…”

“If I’m being completely honest, I’ve been thinking for a while now that my house is a bit empty for just the two of us. It’s still a big decision, but I think it would do us all well. I still have to clean out a lot of the stuff lying around, and box it all up and transport it, but I think we are capable of doing that. Of course this is all on the basis that my offer is still on the table.”

“Of course, John. I would love to help you pack up, just for the sake of efficiency. Unless you would like some privacy whist going through your things.”

“No… I think it’s fine, yeah. I’ve moved on from all of that, you know? It’s fine, it’s all fine. God, that takes me back.”

“Hm?”

“From Angelo’s, from A Study In Pink.”

“Ah, yes.”

“…”

“You know what, Sherlock, for the first time in ages, I think everything is going to be fine.”

resting their hands on the other’s lower back

forehead kisses

tickle fights

chasing each other around 221b when either of them has stolen something from the other

looking up from doing something and just looking at each other in the eyes and softly smiling and carrying on with what they are doing

correcting others when they say friend and telling them they are boyfriends/partners/husbands/lovers

looking after each other during and after nightmares and panic attacks

john running his fingers through sherlock’s curls as much as possible

quick but soft eye contact at crime scenes

lazy sundays where they do nothing together

watching films together, sherlock’s head on john’s lap commenting on everything wrong with the movie

john once convinced sherlock to go food shopping and sherlock put 2 boxes of ginger nuts, 12 jars of honey and a chocolate lollipop in the shape of a skull in the shopping bag

john dragging sherlock to the bathroom after a case and softly tending to his cuts

lestrade, mrs hudson, molly, or anyone else they know walking in to 221b unannounced and smiling at the scene in front of them, whether it be hushed whispers whilst cuddling on the sofa or john laughing at sherlock’s face after he got ash on it from an experiment gone wrong, because they are so happy they found each other and are finally happy

slow walks in the park

sherlock being clingy in public and needing to be as close to john as possible, whether holding his hand, hand on his back, arm around his waist, sometimes draped across his back

john is making breakfast and sherlock tiredly stumbles out of their bedroom and comes to watch john fry the eggs whilst sherlock hugs him from behind

slow dancing in the evenings

constantly hyping each other up (“john, i think for once that the suit you are wearing might look better on you than our bedroom floor.” “i know we’re going to be late for dinner sherlock because you spent 20 minutes on your curls but bloody hell if it isn’t worth it.”)

showing each other off every chance they get

constantly texting if they aren’t together

lestrade, molly, mycroft, mrs hudson, or whoever was free to meet for a drink at the pub constantly getting irritated by the couple going to the toilets together every. damn. minute.

christmases spent at sherlock’s parent’s house and john getting overwhelmed but in a good way every year because he never had this and he’s so thankful that he does now

constantly checking up on each other at random times of the day

But when they arrive, it’s clear there was nothing to worry about. Rosie is in raptures from the first moment, running about the garden while Sherlock’s father chases after her.

And then they all head inside, and Sherlock’s mother explains that they brought all of Mycroft and Sherlock’s old toys out of the loft, all spruced up and ready for Rosie to play with.

And it’s so wonderful to watch as John realises how loved Sherlock was as a child, and now, as Sherlock leans against the kitchen counter top, as relaxed as he’s ever been, pinching biscuits from a jar until his mother notices and jokingly swats him with a tea towel.

It’s all so beautifully natural and John’s heart aches with it. He hears Rosie giggling as Sherlock’s father shows her how to play Mouse Trap; Sherlock and his mother’s easy conversation:

“Is Myc not coming round, Sherlock?”

“Are you deliberately calling him that now just to piss h-um-annoy him? Think he’s with the foreign secretary, I don’t know.”

“Excellent, I can Skype call him again, he never answers his phone.”

“Oh my god, I thought he was joking when he said you-”

And all of a sudden the ache in John’s heart tightens and he slips out for some fresh air. He thought he had been practically silent but Sherlock is soon right behind him.

“Are you alright? Is there-did I do something wrong?”

And John’s eyes well up at the thought that Sherlock could even think that, and he shakes his head, voice choked: “No, I-of course not, it’s just I’ve-I never had-”

He gestures back inside, where Sherlock’s parents are chatting away to Rosie.

“I never had that,” John finally admits.

And the line of Sherlock’s mouth wavers, and he’s hugging John like his life depends on it.

John starts kissing Sherlock

it’s little things at first: a peck on the forehead, a kiss on the cheek

“I’m so proud of you.”

“That was brilliant.”

“You finished your meal.”

Sherlock catches on quickly enough and begins reciprocating in kind, because two can play at that game

“Thank you” a kiss on the cheek

“Not as brilliant as you” a kiss on the top of the head

“Only because it was your cooking” a kiss on the temple

They hardly even notice the change between them, either

it’s only when Greg is over for a drink after a case and Sherlock shuffles out of his room wrapped in his sheet looking incredibly sleepy and asks for John to help make him some tea that something shifts

(Sherlock’s extremeties aren’t quite working properly; he hasn’t slept in 72 hours)

John chuckles fondly and goes into the kitchen, making the tea while Sherlock dozes in his chair

when he brings the tea out, Sherlock smiles blearily at him and clumsily presses a kiss to his cheek before stumbling back to bed

John sits down to find Greg staring at him expectantly

“What?”

“How long have the two of you been going at it, then?”

John is properly flabbergasted

Greg just shakes his head

After he leaves, John sits up for a long while by himself thinking long and hard about his relationship with Sherlock

Kissing your best friend PROBABLY wasn’t normal, now that he’s actually thinking about it

Oh

oh fuck

he’s in love, he realises

he’s in love

With Sherlock

fucking

Holmes

He sneaks into Sherlock’s room as quietly as he can and takes a seat on the bed

Sherlock snuffles quietly and rolls over sleepily towards John

and before John knows it he has a ball of sleeping Sherlock in his lap

fondly, deciding not to fight it and just to accept it, he lays down beside Sherlock and falls asleep

[Johnlock Intensifies]

The Empty Hearse - A summary by BBC Three

You Should Move Away.

They are performing a task known as “spacing” or “blocking” that helps reduce or prevent anxiety in their handler.

They are NOT “asking for pets” or being disobedient or asking to be spoken to. All you have to do is stay back from the dog and handler.

Hey lovelies, I often get asks for some fic recs on stories that either don’t exist or are just really hard to rustle up a good list for. I try to keep a list of things I wasn’t able to answer well in hope that it might provide a good writing prompt for someone. Have at it my clever friends …

Hi! Are there any fics about/featuring the glass door between Sherlock’s room and the shared bathroom? Thanks!

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Hi, lovely! Random q, but do you know of any fics with some M theory including Molly? Johnlock of course, but some Molly being a baddie with Moriarty, Mycroft, Mary (one or all of them).

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Any crossover fics set in The Office?

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Do you know of any fics where John ends up consulting with nsy after the fall?

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I’m wondering if you maybe have some fics that involve gaining the lottery? or something along those lines, I’d really appreciate it :)

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Hi! Thank you so much for your fic recs! Could you help me find some Sherlock x male reader fics? I’ve been searching but I’ve only been able to find Sherlock x female reader stuff. It’s totally fine if you can’t find any. There’s not much out there, if any. Thank you so much

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Hi! I was wondering, are there any fics which include Sherlock sitting on John’s lap?

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do you have a list for fics with an emphasis that john adores or worships sherlock’s bum?

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Do you have any fics where John and Sherlock meet each other for the first time when John tries (successfully) to talk Sherlock down?

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So you know of any fics where Sherlock loses his hair or has to shave it off? Bonus if it explores how Sherlock feels about loss of it.

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Hello! Do you know of any fics where mycroft is moriarty?

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Do you have any fics in which John is asexual

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Sex where one of them is fully naked and the other one is clothed? Thank you!

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This idea just popped into my head: Girl With The Dragon Tattoo crossover. John as the bumbling journalist. Sherlock as the brilliant autistic girl Moriarty as the girl’s evil financial custodian. Have you seen anything like that?

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Hello, do you know any fic where Sherlock sulks like a small child and John makes him feel better? Thanks!

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I was wondering if you knew of any fics were Sherlock mentions to John that he slightly resembles Sherlock’s father, or a fic if that is mentioned at all. Or if others see it but they don’t! Something along these lines

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Any Robin Hood AUs???

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Any modern teen!lock where they meet on Tumblr or any app? Thanks

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Hello Alexx! Do you know any fic which is based on @thetwelfthpanda’s iceprince!lock AU? I love that AU so much. Thanks a lot x

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More Johnlock Vodafone ad crossover fics!?

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Hey there! Any fics where John is called back to Afganistan but Sherlock doesn’t want him to go. Sherlock although says it’s fine but just as John was about to leave Sherlock begs John not to?

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Any new Omega Greg and alpha Mycroft? And a plus for mpreg?

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Do you have any fics with piggyback rides?

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This is kinda specific but do u know of any fics that involve a dyslexic John? Thank you!!

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hey Alexx! i was wondering if you have some fics that start when sherlock leaves john’s wedding early? thank you for your amazing work<3

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Do you know any fics where Sherlock gets off on John flirting with other people, or vice versa?

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Do you have fics where Sherlock is still the genius we know but gets low grades in school? Preferably high school au. Maybe because he’s bored?

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This is a weird request, but do you know any fanfic where John beated Sherlock in TLD and then when they had an argument after that Sherlock flinches because he thought John would beat him again

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Hi there! Would you happen to have any protective Mycroft or Greg fics? Over Sherlock, that is. Towards John. (Maybe because he fucking beat Sherlock up?)

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Its a weird ask but whatever… do you know any fics where *Molly* catches Sherlock and John in a very let’s say, tangled, situation? Thanks :)

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Hey! Do you know of any fics (preferably post s4 but whatev) which involve a love confession where John talks about Sherlock saving him from depression and him saving him again, preferably if the sentence “ I was so alone and I owe you so much” is involved. Thanks ahead!

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Do you know some fanfics where Sherlock is vegan or vegetarian? thank you

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Do you know ones where Sherlock and John get together because of a dare or a bet?

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Do you know of any fics told from Mike Stamford’s POV?

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Hey Alex, lovely :) Do you maybe have fics, where john self sacrifices to save Sherlock? Something like in ‘Empathy’? That would be awesome! Thanks

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Anything with John overhearing Sherlock saying he loves him or sth to that effect? Xxx

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Do you know some fics where John calls Sherlock a freak and Sherlock says something like, “you’re the only one who’s never called me that”. Or something where Sherlock is already open and fond of John but then John said something not good and Sherlock just went back to be the icy, closed person that he is?

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Any good Moriarty childhood/origin stories?

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Sherlock hallucinates John through drugs?

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Post fall fics where John works with the public/media to clear Sherlock’s name? Thanks!

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Do you have any military kink but femlock and fem John?

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Any fics where someone calls Sherlock a freak (or makes fun of him in general ) and john defends him ??

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Hi Alexx, hope you’re well. Do you have any recommended fics where John is a police officer? Thanks!

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I was wondering if you knew any parentlock fic where Sherlock has a fight with his and John’s child and the kid says “you’re not my father” or something of the kind and it really upset Sherlock.

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Do you know any femlock fics where they have to pretend to be men either undercover or for a disguise (or to keep their jobs if it’s Victorian)? I realllly want to read something like that!

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Do you have a list of fics where people don’t believe either John or Sherlock when they say they’re dating/married/etc?

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Are there any fics in which Sherlock is like Samson and his power is in his hair?

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Do you have any fanfics about Sherlock seeing John shirtless for the first time and seeing a lot of muscle?

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Have any fics where they begin groping each other and it spirals down to full on sex?

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I’ve been having this headcanon that when John’s not home, Sherlock is wanking in his room, occasionally moaning John’s name but 'course John doesn’t know about that. But then he finds out because Mrs Hudson thinks they’re a couple (because of course she hears it) and politely asks John to turn down the sex noises and John’s totally confused at first. Do you know a fic like that or a similar one?

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Do you have any fics where Sherlock is trying to hide a physical attribute from John that he doesn’t want him to know about – prosthetic arm or leg, color-blind, deaf, etc. ?

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Any fanfics where John has piercings and Sherlock is trying to see how many he has?

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Imagine the curious and slightly fearful kisses of 13 year old johnlock

Imagine the more insistent kisses of 14 year old johnlock

Imagine the handsy make out sessions of 15 year old johnlock

Imagine John using his hands and mouth to get off 16 year old Sherlock after ballet, whispering adorations to him

Imagine Sherlock’s 18th birthday present being a first time so amazing he’s walking funny for two days afterwards, and the first of many ‘I love you’s shared with John

Other times, John looks up and catches Sherlock’s eyes on him.  They’re not the focused eyes of a deduction or the dismissive eyes of a derisive judgment; they’re soft and clear and open, and it gives John pause every time.  He doesn’t understand that look; it’s not one he’s used to seeing on Sherlock’s face.

But this time, he looks up, and Sherlock is looking at him in that way again, his face expressive and open, his eyes full of something John can’t – won’t? – decipher.  When their eyes meet, though, Sherlock doesn’t look away like he usually does.  He keeps looking, and John is caught in the gaze.

And then, suddenly, moments flash before his eyes, moments he’d tucked away as soon as they happened for fear of what they could mean, and something shifts inside of him, something that seems to say what are you waiting for??  He crosses the room until he’s standing in front of Sherlock, and then he pauses, back straight, hand clenched, face guarded and closed because he realizes he’s let himself act on an impossible notion he’s a fool to even consider.

Sherlock just smiles, though.  It’s small, and a little bit sad, but it’s real and he starts to look away and John’s heart beats faster – addicted to danger, he thinks – and he steps forward again, and suddenly he’s so close to Sherlock, and without thinking he reaches up and gently presses him palm to Sherlock’s cheek, ignoring his startled expression, reveling in the way Sherlock presses into his touch almost subconsciously.

“Forgive me,” John murmurs, his voice rough, his thumb caressing Sherlock’s cheekbone, his heart thumping wildly in his chest.  He clears his throat and tries again, bolstered somehow by the way Sherlock’s eyes are flitting over his face in a frenzy of deductions.  “Forgive me for all the hurt I’ve caused you,” he says again.  

“Isn’t that what I say to you?” Sherlock asks after a moment.  His voice is deep and raspy, and John swallows, lets his fingers shift until they’ve reached Sherlock’s hair, lets his thumb sweep extra slow over the rise of Sherlock’s cheekbone.