Consider: Mrs. Hudson hiring John the handyman to fix up the flat after one of Sherlock's boredom fits, and Sherlock sees this gorgeous man with a stunning personality wrapped up in jeans and a too-tight t-shirt, and when he goes to pay, John just gives him a winning smile and a wink and is like "For you, no charge," and Sherlock is instantly smitten. He keeps finding (or making) broken things about that flat so that John has to keep coming back to fix them.
sherlock like [tearing the coffee table into pieces with his bare hands] oh No it broke 👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀
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When they first started sharing a bed it used to startle John into alert wakefulness on the evenings when Sherlock would crawl under the covers in the middle of the night, long after John had gone to sleep. The heavy comforter would move, Sherlock’s arm would brush against him, and John’s heart would kick into high gear, his eyes snapping open and his hand flinging itself out for a gun that wasn’t there because he’d had the good sense to leave it upstairs. Sherlock had handled it surprisingly well after his initial surprise; he’d simply lowered himself, slowly and carefully, until he was laying down, not touching John except for one hand that curled loosely around his bicep, and murmured “Breathe, John. You’re safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”
John couldn’t bring himself to say that it wasn’t images of himself being hurt that frightened him. He’d focus on the warmth of Sherlock beside him and the gentle pressure of his hand–comforting but not restraining–and simply breathe until he felt like he could move again. Then he’d turn and pull Sherlock against him, press his nose into the soft curve of his neck, and focus on the feeling of his heartbeat against his lips until he fell back to sleep. When he woke he’d always find that Sherlock had shifted until his back was pressed to John’s chest, John’s arm curled protectively around his waist, his forehead hot against the back of Sherlock’s neck.
It went on like this for two months. Then, one night, Sherlock slipped into the bed a little after midnight, and John didn’t startle awake, didn’t stop breathing. He did wake, but it was gentle, easy. His eyes opened blearily as the bed dipped, and he felt Sherlock go still, waiting for the inevitable alarm to go off in John’s head. But John only shifted like someone who’s still half-asleep, only turned enough so that Sherlock could settle back against him just the way John knew he liked, his fingers threading through John’s where he held his hand against his chest so that John could feel his heart, a steady thrum against his palm.
“I never would’ve pegged you for the little spoon, you know,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. He tightened his arm and brushed his lips against Sherlock’s bare shoulder. “S’good, though.”
“Mm, you let my physical appearance cloud your judgment,” Sherlock said, and John could feel the vibration of his words, pressed together as they were. “You assumed that just because I am the taller of the two of us that I would prefer to be the ‘big spoon,’ as you say.”
John couldn’t help a small huff of laughter. The idea of hearing Sherlock Holmes talk about spooning would’ve been unthinkable a mere few months ago.
“Besides,” Sherlock went on, “it suits us both.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. You find comfort in being able to surround me, in the feeling that you’re keeping me safe.”
It wasn’t surprising that Sherlock had figured that one out. Pretty obvious, really. He’d probably deduced it that first night even when John was too much of a wreck from his own fears to put it into words.
He kissed Sherlock’s neck, speaking against his skin. “And you?“
“I’ve never liked being confined or restrained. I’m sure that’s a surprise to you,” he said dryly, and John laughed. Then Sherlock’s voice softened, and his hand tightened around John’s. “But then I met you, and you surrounded my entire life, and I discovered that I didn’t mind the way you invaded my every thought, my every action. I spent years wanting to be confined in your arms the way I was confined in my absolute affection for you. And now I finally can be. So. That’s how it suits me.”
John swallowed thickly. “There’s another thing I never would’ve guessed about you.”
“What’s that?”
He tugged gently at Sherlock’s hip until he turned so that John could kiss him. “You’re a bloody romantic.”
He could feel Sherlock’s smile curve against his lips. “Only for you.”
“Mm, let’s keep it that way.”
Sherlock’s answer was soft, barely murmured into the infinitesimal space between their mouths. “Forever.”
A candy box of new Johnlock fics, pt 2: December 2025
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The notifications are flying in so fast I can't keep up, and my MFL list has ballooned to the point that it’s intimidating. Here's a confectioner's dozen of the stories UPDATING at the end of this year. Part 1 features new stories mostly complete; a part 3 is likely too. (Add your stories please!)
< 5000 words:
May is for Limericks by helloliriels (34/34 ch., 1K words). As it says on the tin: bbc johnlock in limerick form. The Sherlock limerick masters give the form a depth and sweetness and often angst I never associated with it, as well as its signature energy and humor. And smuttiness. Yup, definitely its classic bawdry. Check out more of them in the AO3 collection Sherlock's Limericks.
That's Why He Stays! by FawnHickory (6/? ch., 3871 words so far). Summary: Watching The Final Problem for the 3rd or 4th time, it suddenly struck me that the interactions between John and Sherlock are very... calculated. What if they're already together, and no one knows?
All I Want for Rickmas is You by GhostOfNuggetsPast (12/12 ch., 3805 words). Ghost does a majestic job at the prosimetrum: part prose, part verse. The tumblr posts only have the limericks, not the prose; trust me, go to the AO3. It will make you live.
5K–10K words:
Stay with Me by uCharlie (20/? ch, 6K words so far). Oblique, agonizing, addictive. Summary: It’s been two years. Two years since he walked out of the house in the middle of winter without a coat, scarf or wallet – and never came back. Is there still anything tying them together? Anything besides Rosie?
Silver and Gold: a two-work series Emilycare's been publishing sorta simultaneously. Brilliant structure, gripping emotional intensity, incredibly few words for so very much story.
A Working Relationship by emilycare (7/7 ch., 6347 words). Summary: Sherlock reluctantly takes John to the west Highlands, away from his beloved Rosie for a full week. Mafia, gun-running, drugs, all that is fine. But having to pose as Sherlock's lover? And not let on that he's head-over-heels for the detective? John's not sure he--or his straight identity, which is hanging on by a thread--will survive.
The Way Back by emilycare (7/7 ch., 6433 words): Summary: After impersonating a married couple for a case, John and Sherlock travel homeward to Rosie. Nothing could go wrong, or change the nature of their relationship, could it?
Pain Management 3 - Childhood Trauma by TheGracefulBlueCat (3/5 ch., 9436 words so far). Summary: Sherlock's visits to Sherrinford drag more demons to the surface. Part 7 of Pain Management & Missing Scenes.
10K–40K words:
It was Worth a Wound by TheHappyGirl (5/5 ch., 13K words). Summary: "All of a sudden, the pain in my leg didn’t matter. Nothing mattered anymore, except for the way Sherlock was looking at me and holding me. It was the answer to all of my questions." The Adventure of the Three Garridebs but make it BBC Sherlock.
Surprise by NovaNara (22/? ch.; 32,405 words so far). Summary: Sherlock just wanted a case to distract himself from John's absence (probably in pursuit of yet another girlfriend). He'll discover so many things he would never have believed. A werewolf AU like no other, and I'm over the moon with every update.
December Doodle-Li-Boops by PatPrecieux (31/31 ch., 40K words). Johnlock and Mystrade, hilarious, sweet-tart, and hot vignettes. PatPrecieux has a great belly-laugh-per-ficlet ratio. Summary: A Christmas cracker and spiked punch bowl filled with holiday cheer and chaos inspired by notjustmom’s prompts for December.
Almost Unreal by ohlooktheresabee (10/22 ch., 36K words so far). Sequel to "To Be Human." Summary: As Sherlock and John uncover the sinister motives behind a spate of kidnappings, they find themselves facing rogue government agents and mad scientists who believe certain minds hold the key to humanity's next great leap forward in evolution. With lost children caught in the crossfire and a shadowy conspiracy closing in, Sherlock and John must navigate trust, power, and the dangerous boundaries of human potential - boundaries that could either elevate or destroy them.
Ignis Fatuus by Lock_John_Silver (25/25 ch., 37K words). Don't miss it: magical realism in Sherlock's world is a delight, and Rosie really IS the luckiest girl in the world. LJS spoils readers with goodies, affection, and Advent magic. Summary: The small family was back at Musgrave Manor, and Rosie was more than a little curious about this year's Advent calendar. Even in her wildest dreams, she could not have predicted what awaited her.
>100K words:
A Study in Scale by NinjaNina2 (40/? ch., 114K words so far) John Watson, at loose ends, finds a mysterious bottle in a shop. Of Victorian vintage, it seems to contain a tiny man, cryogenically frozen. --This story is simply enchanting. Not because of the magical dimension, but for all the barriers, affinities, and dynamics we love in the Holmes / Watson universe.
GO FORTH AND REBLOG TO LIGHTEN THE 12 LONGEST NIGHTS OF THE YEAR!
prompts: pigeon | enthusiasm | aquarium by @fluffbruary <3
fandom: BBC Sherlock
A/N: this little thingy plays after my one-shot (Rosie's) Elephant in the Room. can be read without it but i personally love it hehe xD
oh and this got a bit long because apparently sherlock had to be all deep about it??? and then i was like "UGH! now HOW do i make this fluffy again?😩" (i did, very much, make it fluffy again 🙃)
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John was sitting on a bench, legs crossed, his face towards the warm summer sun, eyes closed.
He breathed in,
and out.
And he couldn't be happier than right in this moment. People were loud, animals too. 'The loudest animals are still humans, even in a zoo', he thought and smiled at this.
"What are you smiling about over there?", his best friend, his soulmate, his everything asked him.
With the smile still on his lips, John slowly opened his eyes and watched Sherlock Holmes - his one and only - approach him.
"Everything." John replied, smile only widening at seeing the man walking, knowing he - John Hamish Watson - was his destination.
"Rosie absolutely adores elephants.", Sherlock said. The magical dreamy moment was fading into something else with this statement: John came back to the here and now. It wasn't something bad, things just... shifted.
"She does. Why do you think she's got that horrible giant elephant plushy?"
"Don't be so hard on Ellie Phant Astic. She was the reason we got together after all."
John hummed. "And I'll forever be grateful for that."
They just sat together for a while... watching Rosie giggle and laugh and jump at the sight of the elephants playing in the water. They enjoyed the sun, the easiness, the happiness that nature brings. Their hands lazily intertwined, no rush, no worries, just enjoying being a (nearly) normal family at the zoo.
John felt Sherlock's gaze shift, observing every detail of the people around them.
"It's funny isn't it?", the tall man asked suddenly.
"What is?", John countered, already fearing to hear about the weirdest things people around them did.
"Humans visiting the zoo." Sherlock said.
"How do you mean?"
"They run from one cage to the next, ooh-ing and aah-ing - for- what? One day a year? As far as I am concerned 85% of these people don't give one single damn about any of these animals, when they get home. They laugh at the monkeys, they point at colorful birds, they squeal at the sight of any animal younger than a year. They don't care that most of them are endangered, their biggest threat being humans. And then- look!"
Sherlock pointed at a pigeon next to them. "They hate those. Call them 'flying rats' even. Compare one disliked animal to another slightly more disliked animal. Who decides which birds are pretty enough to be caged up? Who decides you can use rats as an experiment for cosmetic products? They claim that pigeons and rats and insects are nasty and deserve to die. If you ask me - humans are the species the most disgusting. Blaming everything except themselves. It's depressing, really."
John stayed silent for a long while. "I guess you're right...", he replied, deep in thoughts.
Soon, they grabbed Rosie by her hands and took her to the aquarium. She was so happy to see all the funny animals: seals, dolphins, sharks, jellyfish, clown fish,... But the animals that fascinated her most, were the sea turtles. With their big body, colorful shell and slow movements they looked silly, but majestic at the same time. Her enthusiasm showed through first squealing, then jumping, then silently sitting in front of the glass of the aquarium and just looking at the animal on the other side of the glass, opposite of her.
John had forgotten about their serious conversation earlier and was lost in looking at his daughter. Her love for elephants (and apparently turtles) was infectious. When he turned to look at his boyfriend, to see if he felt the same way, his breath caught. There he was, Sherlock Holmes, first and only consulting detective, eyes twitching trying to catch all the fast and slow aquatic animals. John wrapped his arm around his boyfriend's waist and murmured. "I didn't know you were such an animal lover, babe."
Sherlock shot him a quick gaze, then turned his head to look at a beautiful sand tiger shark slowly drifting past in front of their faces. "How could I not be?", Sherlock whisperd reverently.
John let his head fall onto Sherlock's shoulder and suddenly grinned: He had an idea.
A few months later - for their first anniversary, Sherlock got post. It was a thick envelope. Sherlock stared at it. His face was in horror.
"John. It says 'Happy Anniversary'."
"Oh, how nice. Who is it from?"
"Do people actually do that? Send 'Happy Anniversary' post?", you could almost see the disgust dripping from Sherlock's voice.
"Just open it, honey.", John tried.
Sherlock's face clearly said it wanted to do anything but that, however upon seeing John's encouraging (pleading?) look, he did.
Sherlock went through the postcards. First dismissively, then confused, then curiously. He looked up at John. "Did you do this?"
John smiled and nodded. "We have officially symbolically adopted a manta ray, a sea turtle and a blue shark."
"That- is- that is fantastic. Thank you, John.", emotion sneaking its way into Sherlock's voice.
John got up and hugged his boyfriend. "Would have gotten you a pigeon, too, but you seemed a bit more enthusiastic about the sea life."
Sherlock laughed softly. "You're an idiot."
"But I'm your idiot.", John grinned into the hug.
"And I'm not sharing my idiot."
John scoffed. "Happy Anniversary to you too, Sherlock."
Oh and Rosie? Rosie ran around their flat, Ellie Phant Astic under her arms, happy tears running down her face, upon hearing the news.
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A/N: i love elephants and turtles :) (obviously). you can actually adopt animals here. I changed the species a bit but there are lots of sites that offer to adopt animals. please leave feedback and be kind to animals :) *throws badly cut out paper hearts at you*
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Hey gang - are you ready to do Fluffbruary 2023? We’re finalizing our prompts list - it should be up soonish so you can start planning your fluffy fanworks. All fandoms, all ships welcome. Fic or art or poetry - however the fluff moves you to create, we want to see it!
If you create works for any of the soon-to-be-released prompts, please @ us and tag it #fluffbruary. We’ll reblog all the posts we see. There’s no obligation to create every day in order to participate - create for whichever prompts grab you on days you have time. If none of the prompt options on a particular day appeal, there are 5 ‘bonus’ prompts to choose from. And? Taking a page from our Fluffbruary ‘expansion’ to the 14th of each month, we’re also including a handful of image prompts …
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