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Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (BBC TV 2010)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: post-tab, Established Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Fever, Illness, Caretaking, bed sharing, Cuddling, Holding Hands, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Vulnerable Sherlock Holmes, Soft Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Takes Care of Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock Holmes Has Feelings, Sherlock Holmes Needs a Hug, John Watson is a Good Friend, John Watson is a doctor, Pining, Mutual Pining, POV Alternating, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Morning After, Rain, Silence, Character Study, john watson's POV, Sherlock Holmes's POV, Mycroft Holmes Being Mycroft Holmes, Mary Morstan Being Awesome, Soft, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Kiss, Romance, Love Confessions, Emotional Constipation, Idiots in Love, Alternate universe - canon divergent, Canon-Typical Behavior, OOC, Author Is Aware of OOC, Timeline What Timeline, Not Beta Read
Summary:
When you have a fever, you go soft.
First the bones give way. The proud frame collapses, the spine curls into the duvet, folding into a small, stubborn shape that refuses to ask for help.
Then the lips soften—the dry, cracked lips that can’t quite manage a cutting remark. All they can murmur is one word: cold.
And finally, the hand. That hand that plays the violin, that conducts experiments, that points at a crime scene and says “elementary.”
It slips out from under the duvet and catches the fabric of his shirt.
It holds on so gently and yet so tightly.
Not with the usual controlled composure.
But the way a drowning man grabs at driftwood—no technique, only instinct.
Clutching his shirttail. His sleeve. His collar.
It holds on all night long. It doesn’t let go until dawn.
All night he calls his name.
And all night the other answers, “I’m here.”
The truth is, the fever has made him half delirious; he doesn’t even know what he’s calling for.
But each time he calls, a warm hand reaches out and rests on his forehead.
It stays there until he quiets, then slowly withdraws.
...another fic to share, so cute, slow burn, platonic ! You'll love it !
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Cover art for Last Chances by @winterdaphne2, created for @fandomtrumpshate 2026.
An excuse to draw my favourite (dancing) duo, Baker Street wallpaper, Art Deco influences, and spend entirely too much time adjusting eyebrows by a just a few pixels.
Thank you, @winterdaphne2, for giving me that gorgeous scene to draw.
I am still bad at tagging and sharing on Tumblr but I wanted definitely to share this one by @discordantwords
Go and read it, it's absolutely wonderful 😊
Chapters: 23/23
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mary Morstan/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mary Morstan, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: Post-Reichenbach, Alternate Season/Series 03, John Watson is a Mess, Mary Morstan is Not Nice, Bad Mary Morstan, Secrets, Lies, Pining, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sherlock Holmes Misses John Watson, Don't copy to another site
Summary:
Sherlock Holmes is back from the dead. Things only get worse from there.
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC TV 2010), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes & John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Fear of Death, Abandonment Issues, Autistic Sherlock Holmes, john watson is trying his best, Major Character Injury, Blood and Injury, Injury Recovery, Mycroft holmes is a good brother, Sherlock Holmes is a Mess, Internal Monologue, Misunderstandings, Men Crying, Insecurity, Self-Hatred, Near Death Experiences, Hurt Sherlock Holmes, Flashbacks, Requited Unrequited Love, First Kiss, Angst with a Happy Ending, Sherlock Holmes and Bees, Gay Panic, John Watson is a Good Doctor
Summary:
After an argument with John, Sherlock is too preoccupied with everything he's done wrong to notice he's walking right into a trap. He's terrified to die with John hating him. As he recovers, is he too far gone to accept that that's the farthest thing from the truth?
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LOL here’s another flash fic I wrote during another one of our online retreats we just had. It was so lovely to see everyone again!
The prompts were: eggnog, tinsel, Santa, stocking, toys.
The rules were: try to use at least four of these. You have 15 minutes.
I’m not entirely sure what to think of what my brain came up with, but here it is, anyway.
* * * * *
“Would you like some more eggnog, Mrs Hudson?” John asked cheerfully.
“Ooh, yes, please.”
As John filled her glass, Sherlock picked up his violin and decided to play another ‘Joy to the World’. Because he did feel joyful, loath though he was to admit it.
This was his first Christmas – ever – without any drama. Mrs Hudson was here, with her delicious mince pies, John was here, without any girlfriends; so in short, everything was rather wonderful. Also, the eggnog was pleasantly numbing his senses.
Suddenly, John was by his side, doing something to his antlers he hadn’t seen coming. He really had his defences down, it appeared. He was rather alarmed that he was not more alarmed at this. But despite that, he continued playing his violin.
“There, that’s even more festive,” John smiled, rather cheekily, but without making fun of him, Sherlock sensed.
Had John seriously just added tinsel to the fake antlers on his head?
He subtly moved his head left and right and saw something glimmer from the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t help but smile.
Although he had endured all sorts of malicious teasing in the past, John was entirely different in that regard. He genuinely seemed to care about him, and had a sense of humour he could work with. Having him move in with Sherlock had been the best decision of his life, he mused, as he continued to play the joyful tune.
Mrs Hudson had disappeared into the kitchen and was pottering about with something in the oven.
After the last note of the song, Sherlock lowered his arm holding the violin bow, then put both it and the violin back into the case behind him.
As he turned back around to John, John’s face was suddenly coming strangely close to his, and before Sherlock knew what was happening, John had pressed a kiss right on his mouth. Then he quickly retreated again, blushing and looking unsure of what he’d just done. “Mistletoe,” John then said, sheepishly pointing upwards. “I hope that was... okay?”
Sherlock was not sure how to reply. His heart was thundering in his ears. He’d always wanted John to kiss him, rather desperately in fact, but it had been so sudden he’d barely registered what was happening. (Damn the stupid eggnog.) And although his long-time wish had theoretically come true, it didn’t make him feel the way he’d thought it would, because of course it only happened because of the mistletoe, not because John actually wanted to.
Or did it?
“Shit, I probably shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Sherlock.” John looked miserable and ashamed.
“Don’t be,” Sherlock said. They were still standing under the mistletoe, so he decided to take the plunge himself and kissed John.
Just at that moment, commotion could be heard on the stairs and the door flew open to reveal Santa coming in. Sherlock instantly deduced it was in fact George Lestrade with a fake beard.
“Ho ho ho! Here I come bringing joy and toys!”
“Not toys, you silly,” Molly said, next to him. “We’ve only brought eggnog.”
“More eggnog!” Mrs Hudson gleefully called from the kitchen. “We’d just run out!”
“Meet me in the bathroom in ten minutes,” John whispered, and walked away to greet Santa and his… elf. “Hi Molly! Greg, come in!”
(Apparently, nobody had noticed the life-shifting event that had taken place just before the door had swung open.)
Those ten minutes were the most tense of his life. Sherlock fake-smiled and offered the newly arrived some mince pies and roasted almonds, but his mind was somewhere else completely.
John was either a lot better at this, or he’d completely forgotten what had just happened already, as he went around chatting and pouring eggnog.
Or maybe it hadn’t meant anything at all.
After eight minutes, Sherlock saw John disappear down the hallway to the loo.
He waited two minutes, then followed.
When Sherlock entered the bathroom, John was just drying his hands. He turned to lean one hand on the sink, and stared at Sherlock with a smile he couldn’t quite deduce. “Hello,” John said.
“Eh… hello.” Sherlock wasn’t sure where to look or what to do.
“There’s no mistletoe here,” John pointed out. “So the big question is now, is it still okay to kiss you?”
“Oh god, yes,” Sherlock blurted out.
At that, they quickly moved towards each other and snogged each other absolutely senseless.
After a few minutes, Sherlock was completely breathless and aching for more. He had dreamed of this for so long.
“Time to get back to our party, I think,” John said with a smile.
“Don’t abandon me, John,” Sherlock pleaded.
“They’ll only stay a few hours,” John reassured with a grin. “After that, we’ll have the flat to ourselves again. And we can do what we want.” The hungry look he gave Sherlock was quickly replaced by bland friendliness as he said, “Maybe you should go back first. It’ll look weird if we come back from the loo together.”
Sherlock left the bathroom in a daze, his mind palace filled with John, his lips, his tongue, the way he moved his—”
“Oh there you are, Sherlock! I was looking for the little colourful cups but I couldn’t find them.” Mrs Hudson looked at him as if the survival of humanity depended on the cups.
“On the second shelf. I’m using them for a mould experiment. Don’t touch them,” Sherlock said, distractedly.
“Oh, you naughty boy,” she chided.
You have no idea, Sherlock thought.
Just as he was trying to imagine what having John to himself that night would look like, Santa appeared at his side to wish him a merry Christmas. “Everything okay with you and John?” he asked, looking slightly worried.
“Okay? Hm, yes, everything tickety-boo!” Sherlock replied with another one of his practised fake smiles that he was quite proud of.
This, however, did not seem to reassure him at all, for some reason.
“Dinner’s ready!” Mrs Hudson called.
Once they were all sat down and started eating, Molly gave Sherlock a worried look. “You okay?” she asked. “You hair looks… different, and you seem a little flushed. You aren’t coming down with something, are you?”
“I’m not going down on anyone, no,” Sherlock replied, offended. “Coming down, I mean. With anything.”
Thankfully, the reply was obfuscated by John loudly announcing that Molly had prepared the best smoked salmon he’d ever tasted, and proposed a toast to everyone’s health.
They all chatted about random things that didn’t interest Sherlock and went on to finish plate after plate of food.
Halfway through the main course, Sherlock couldn’t take it any longer, and fled to the loo. Surely John would take the hint and follow him.
This took longer than anticipated. By the time John arrived to check on him, he was almost jumping out of his skin.
“You okay?” John asked, all innocence, as he closed the door behind him.
Sherlock was not in the mood to answer questions, or to talk at all, really, and caught John’s mouth in a searing kiss.
Thankfully, John happily went along with this plan and soundly kissed him back for a long while.
“You’re practically jumping out of your trousers, aren’t you?” John said.
“Hmph,” Sherlock replied. He realised that his heart rate and breathing rate were near what one could call ‘through the roof’ and that John was very much aware of this, looking at him half-amused, half-concerned from a medical standpoint.
At that, one of John’s hands slid down further along Sherlock’s waist, hovering just under his waistline. “I think we need to bring your blood pressure down a bit before we join the others again,” he whispered with a smile. “Would you like me to arrange that? By touching you there?” he asked, as his hand gently clutched Sherlock’s thigh.
Sherlock nodded frantically.
Fifteen seconds later, John had not only opened Sherlock’s belt and flies but was on his knees, doing things with his mouth that made stars explode inside Sherlock’s brain.
At the kitchen table, the guests looked at each other with big eyes.
“Was that…?”
They all looked at Mrs Hudson for answers.
“I have to say, this is new. Could it really be…?” she giggled, clasping her hands in front of her mouth.
“I did think something was different between them just now,” Greg said, as if he was solving a crime.
“Perhaps it’s time to go soon, Greg,” Molly said, looking almost as flushed as Sherlock had earlier.
“Well,” Greg said, with a reluctant grin. “There’s still pudding.”
As another very long and very loud groan sounded from the hallway, Molly abruptly got up and flashed an apologetic smile at Mrs Hudson. “This was truly lovely!” she said. “But we should really go, it’s late.”
Mrs Hudson pressed her lips together. “Yes, I guess I’ll go back down also. Go and find my earplugs.” She did look a bit shocked by this point.
“Christmas is all about wishing others well, isn’t it?” Greg said in an attempt to lighten the mood. “Sounds like those two are doing better than they have in a long time.”
“Yes. Absolutely agree. Let’s go,” Molly said, grabbing her coat and the empty tray that the starters she’d brought had been on.
When, much later, Sherlock and John emerged back into the kitchen, they found all the plates had been cleared except two, with a little heart-shaped pudding on each. Next to it lay a note in Mrs Hudson’s writing, saying “Merry Christmas. I’ll be your housekeeper for one day and bring you some food tomorrow. Sounded like you need your energy. xx”
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Maybe it's because I just read a post wondering about John's 'glam up' in S4 but I only now noticed with this side by side HE PARTS HIS HAIR OPPOSITE - like he has parted his hair on the opposite side in S4 from S1. If there was ever evidence for S4 John being a (dark) mirror version of reality, this is it for me.
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