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Million by AtlinMerrick (G)
It was yesterday John and Sherlock met, just yesterday.
Taste by A_Candle_For_Sherlock (G)
John slowly becoming a bit more queer in how he looks...being with Sherlock lets him embrace dressing and acting how he wants to.
Outside Definition by Itsallfine (T)
Sherlock has been called many things. Freak. Psychopath. Sociopath. But John knows him for real: Not just a great man, but a good one, too.
Tag by Kryptaria (G)
John is forever the soldier, always presenting a neat, composed facade to the world. Only Sherlock gets to see the real John underneath.
This Kiss by suitesamba (T)
Stag Night - back at 221B - in a world where Mrs. Hudson doesn't interrupt the guessing game with the client.
The Case of the Clever Conundrum by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T)
It takes a well-crafted riddle to push Sherlock and John past "Will they or won't they?" to "Oh God, yes!"
Thanks to @chocolamousse for suggesting the fic by @atlinmerrick. If you have a fun fic under 1k youβd like me to include, please drop me a line. Self-recs are encouraged!
For the 25th anniversary of the Stonewall Riots in 1994, flag creator Gilbert Baker was commissioned to make the worldβs largest flag. The flag took months of planning and work done by teams of volunteers. The flag utilized the basic six colors of the rainbow and measured thirty feet wide by a mile long.
No call, no message, no hint of where he was. John had run through every possibility, contacted Molly, called Lestrade, even in the early morning hours still hoping to find some trace of him. But there was nothing. Only that growing, dull fear in his chest he couldnβt reason away.
When Sherlock finally appeared in the doorway of 221B, he looked as if the case had spat him out. Pale, exhausted, dark shadows under his eyes, and that faintly confused expression, as if he couldnβt quite understand why John was staring at him like that.
John needed only two steps before he was standing in front of him.
βDamn it, Sherlockβ¦β he muttered, his voice rough with relief and anger all at once. βI was worried. Donβt ever do that again. Call me. At least tell me where you are.β
Sherlock only blinked, still half lost in thought, as though he was only now beginning to grasp what his absence had done.
βJohn, Iββ
βI love you, you idiot,β John said more quietly, gruff, almost reproachful.
Then he cupped Sherlockβs face, pulled him down toward him, and kissed him. Not hesitant, but firm, as if he needed to make sure Sherlock was truly here, warm, alive, back with him.
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Not sure why it's a new trend among fic readers to assume if the fic has not been posted within the week it's inappropriate to comment on it, like the fic has to be hot out of the oven to give feedback for.
I got a comment on a fic that is less than a year old and it was mostly an apology for being a comment on an "old fic" and how late they were in commenting.
Just comment on the fic. Doesn't matter how old it is.
If you are so inclined, comment. It doesnβt matter if itβs a brand new or an old fic. I assure you, the author will be just as happy getting appreciation for a story theyβve almost forgot about.
Happy Friday everyone! Hope you are all ready for another weekend of some fantastic reads added to my MFL list this week! Hope you enjoy!! :D
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It is extremely disturbing. He canβt recall the last time he lost himself in here. In his own Mind Palace, no less. How did this happen? And where is the exit sign? The one reading: 221B Baker Street.
He finds many signs on his walk through the corridors but theyβre all wrong. They are pointing at the rooms, the nooks, the cabinets, the books, the floorboards; in short, everything. But not the exit to his physical home.
Sherlock is rarely frightened. Not anymore. Not since John moved into his flat. The feeling of fear courses through his body now, though. His claustrophobia β the mania he hasnβt felt in years β has made a dramatic appearance, making his skin crawl uncomfortably.
βI need to find the exit,β he mutters to himself over and over, like a mantra.
Sherlock almost weeps with relief when Mind Palace John magically appears in the hallway outside the library.
βJohn,β he whispers reverently.
βFancy meeting you here,β John quips, mirth visible in all his features.
Sherlock wants to kiss him but thatβs not allowed. John is his friend, nothing else. He is as heterosexual as Sherlock is homosexual. Not a great match, that.
When Sherlock decides to ask John for the way out, John has vanished. The space he recently occupied still radiates a warm glow.
***
Sherlock wonders how long heβs been trapped. He canβt even recall why he entered in the first place. Was it to search for something, or was it to escape his own living room? He never leaves - at least unnecessarily - to his Mind Palace if John is present, but perhaps he went out on a date again. If Sherlock isn't playing the violin or performing an experiment to stave off the tedium of John's absence, he tends to walk through this place for a while. The fact that he canβt remember the reason for coming here, is unsettling.
Mycroft has of course taught him everything about the comings and goings, but Sherlock canβt remember if he ever mentioned how to escape his own head if he got stuck. Most likely, it didnβt occur to his brother that it was an option. Mycroft has always had better control of his emotions than Sherlock. He will obviously deny this to his dying day, but inside his mind he can afford to be gracious.
βAre you still here? Iβm waiting for you, you know. Thereβs tea and biscuits.β
John has returned, but he disappears faster than Sherlock can respond.
***
At the end of the corridor is a green sign, which Sherlock supposes is the one heβs been searching for, but when he walks toward it, the sign transforms into a painting.Β
The Reichenbach Falls.
It had been a gift fromβ¦ a client? Or was it some politician? An insignificant detail at this point, obviously.Β
The painting gives him the shills; an expression John would use. It is ominous and if he concentrates, he can hear the sound of the grand waterfall.
βJohn? Where are you?β
Why hasnβt he thought of calling out for the man earlier?
Sherlock contemplates that he might be drugged. Perhaps he isnβt β
βYou called,β John says calmly, suddenly standing beside him.
βI did. Thank you for coming. Iβ¦ I canβtβ¦β
Sherlock is slightly embarrassed to admit that heβs adrift in his own head.Β
βLost, are you?β
βYes,β Sherlock whispers.
To his horror, he feels a burning sensation in his eyes.
A warm hand slides into his, and the words βcome onβ are uttered.Β
Is John holding his hand?Β
Sherlock looks down and sees that they are indeed holding hands. However, this is Mind Palace John, a fictional version of his friend, not the real one.
βHere we are,β John says softly.
They stand before a door which opens a crack. Scents of tea, gingernuts, leather, books, and dust invade Sherlockβs nostrils. Thereβs also the unmistakable and unique smell that belongs to the man whoβs sitting in his chair sipping tea from his RAMC mug β John. The real John. His John.
***
βYouβre back,β John says with evident relief and warmth.
Sherlock blinks and nods; his voice seems to be out of order at the moment.
βCome sit. Thereβs tea and your favourite biscuits,β John coaxes.
Sherlock stands from the sofa and walks over to his chair.
βDid you finish cataloguing?β John asks.
The look on his face is different somehow. More open, fond, and⦠something else Sherlock is unable to deduce.
Tea first, then βΒ
βYou donβt remember, do you?β
Johnβs voice is sad all of a sudden.
βWhat?β
βWhy you retreated to your Mind Palace,β John explains.
His voice is still βΒ
βOh!β
Images of John cupping his face, kissing him softly on the lips, telling Sherlock that he⦠loves him.
βOh,β he repeats.
βRight,β John sighs, βthat didnβt go according to plan, I see.β
βJohn.β
His words elude him, and John seems unable to decipher what Sherlock is trying to convey.Β
Action, Holmes.
He steps closer to Johnβs chair, pries the mug out of his hands, and curls up in Johnβs lap, mirroring the army doctorβs ministrations from earlier.
βI love you too,β Sherlock whispers after glorious minutes of kissing.
βThank God! I thought Iβd scared you away,β John exclaims, so relieved it nearly breaks Sherlockβs heart.
βNever!β Sherlock says emphatically.
βWhat took you so long, then?β
βI couldnβt find the correct sign, but then I called out for you. The other you, and he led me back.β
βClever guy that one.β
βMost definitely no idiot.β
βHigh praise, love.β
Sherlock hides his blushing face in the crook of Johnβs neck and wonders if he will ever get used to being called βloveβ.Β
He doesnβt say it out loud, but apparently John knows him too well.
βI will repeat it until you believe it, but I willΒ neverΒ stop,β John assures him, and that is the best answer Sherlock has ever got in his life.
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Captain John Watson stumbles into an arrangement with Major James Sholto. In a warzone, it canβt mean anything.
There are rules.
John learns them.
He becomes exemplary.