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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph! Hope you're having a good day. I am once again in need of your assistance: I just finished watching the movie Dear John and i just thaught the trope is too good and too fitting not to be written as a Johnlock au. Do you know of any? I know and am going to read the popular Dear John fic which is similar in terms of them writting latters but I was just wondering if there is somthing more in line with the movie. Thank you in advance, lots of love

Hi Lovely!

Ahh… I’ve never seen the movie, so I had to look up what it was about, and essentially it’s a penpal-to-a-soldier-type story, LOL. Ah, I don’t have anything EXACTLY like that plot, but these two stories are very similar:

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

Don’t Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422 w., 24 Ch. || Letters / Epistolary, Misunderstandings, Angst, Happy Ending, Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock in Love, Pining Sherlock) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock’s hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you’re in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you’re the one who lied?How on earth do you put the pieces back together?

And I have this one on my Marked For Later list which might be similar:

Dear John by BloodSeiryu, FourCornersHolmes & Tindomerelhloni (E, 218,315 w., 130 Ch. || Drug Use/Abuse, Rehab, Pen Pals, Friends to Lovers, First Time, Military Kink, Jealous Sherlock, Alternate First Meeting, Phone Sex, Idiots in Love, Angry John, Falling in Love, Marriage, Switchlock, Anal Sex, Separation Anxiety, Depression, Angst, Depictions of Torture, Prisoner of War, Healing, Parentlock, Happy Ending) – An AU in which Sherlock is in Rehab and is required to write a letter to a random person in the military. John gets it, and they become penpals of a sort. Part 1 of the Dear John Series series

Other than those ones, you can check out my Mystery Pen Pal Sherlock or my Pen Pals fic lists for other letter-writing fics that you may enjoy, and if anyone has any that are direct AU’s of the movie, please let us know! I would like to read one too, and also think it’s a great writing prompt AU <3

[loveismyrevolution]

Hypothetically, or not so hypothetically, if I would have written something to get back into writing Johnlock, and if I would want to post that something... would there still be people who'd want to read my stuff? As in... does anyone want to be tagged when I post my writing?

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[arwamachine]

28 - Tall

And so they kissed. My, how they kissed.

They kissed until they were breathless, until their lips were sore. They peeled off layers of clothing and went exploring with lips and teeth and tongues, searching out each uncharted piece of skin, each hidden crevice of each other’s body. They learned tastes and textures, they learned which touches elicited moans and panted breaths. They learned each other.

They rolled and writhed and flailed, pillows flung from the bed, legs tangled in sheets. Blankets tumbled to the floor. The mattress went slightly askew. A lamp nearly toppled to the ground but was saved at the last minute. The pale light from the window cast a dim glow on all of it, the tall shadows and harsh lines of destruction.

Sherlock shushed John when he started to giggle, and John shushed Sherlock when, moments later, he started to giggle as well. There were times they could barely kiss for laughing—the mad, relieved sound of two people who, against all odds, found themselves exactly where they wanted to be. There were shaking shoulders and bellies gone sore and fingers swiping at leaking eyes until the laughter died down, until it was replaced by panting, gasping, the swipe of skin on skin.

And then it was everything and nothing, a blur of feeling and movement. Hands and fingers and lips and tongues. The taste of salt, of slick skin. Heaving chests and ragged breaths. Limbs writhing, grasping, pulling in and pulling close. It was god yes and John and there, that and that’s it, love, come on and wordless cries, moans, hands clasped over mouths and howling into skin. Then it was silence. Breathing.

After, they pulled each other close, messy and flushed and panting. John rested his head on Sherlock’s shoulder and pressed kisses into his skin—lazy, instinctual. Sherlock tightened his arms around John, uncertain he’d ever be able to release him. Slowly, breathing stilled. Sweat cooled. Muscles grew slack and bodies returned to normal, a calm homeostasis.

“You’re everything to me,” Sherlock whispered into John’s hair. “You’re everything.”

But John was already asleep.

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[consultingbeekeepers]

Until the summer ends by consultingbeekeepers

Chapter: 14/20 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mike Stamford, Bill Murray (Sherlock), Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: POV Sherlock Holmes, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Summer Holidays, Teenlock, Unilock, Beach Volleyball, Beach Holidays, John Watson is the teaser king, so are Greg and Bill, Volleyball Lessons, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, Childhood Memories, Pining, Explicit Sexual Content, Drug Use, First Kiss, Friends to Lovers

Summary: Spending the summer with his grandma on the German coast where nobody knows him seemed like the perfect way to get away from all the trouble he had to deal with at home. Little did he know what sort of trouble he would get into when he meets the dashing beach volleyball player John Watson whose charms work on everyone, according to his friends. Just not on him. No. Definitely not on him.

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Ivan Tyrrell asks Professor Richard Noll, author of ‘The Jung Cult’, to unravel the lies Carl G Jung told to aggrandise himself and his charismatic psychoanalytic movement.

Ivan Tyrrell: In recent decades a tremendous amount of good work has been done exploring the damage Freudian beliefs did to psychotherapy, recently most notably by Richard Webster in Why Freud was Wrong, so I am most intrigued about your work on the Jung cult. Freud's one great service to the modern world was to publicise the ancient idea that we are driven much of the time by unconscious forces of which we are little aware. But in almost all other respects the crazy ideas he manufactured and promoted did great harm – and still are doing. Can the same be said for Jung?

Richard Noll: I think so. And my book, The Jung Cult, documents why.

Tyrrell: It certainly does! I was astonished at some of the facts you reveal about him – how much he was involved in the occult for example. Cults form easily around any group of people who meet regularly, unless steps are taken to stop it happening, but I was surprised to learn that he deliberately manufactured a cult around himself.

What are the main characteristics that you see in the Jung cult?

Noll: Well. I use that term ‘cult’ to describe the social organisation that Jung gathered around himself after his break with Freud. He was living at the time in Küsnacht, Zurich, in Switzerland. Essentially, at first, he gathered primarily German-speaking Swiss around him, and a few Germans, then people from Britain and the United States. His biggest catch was the daughter of John D. Rockefeller who, in 1916, poured more than a million dollars (in 1997 US dollars) into his enterprises.

Tyrrell: Really! That was a huge sum in those days.

Noll: It certainly was. I'm covering all that in my next book, a sequel to The Jung Cult called The Aryan Christ.

Tyrrell: All this fascinates me. How did he do it?

Noll: It began with a deification experience in late 1913 while he was inducing visionary states in himself what he was later to interpret as an initiation into an ancient Hellenistic mystery cult. Mithras. You've got these wonderful relics here from the temple of Mithras in the British Museum. Have you seen them?

Tyrrell: Yes. I used to spend a lot of lunch hours in the British Museum when I worked in Great Russell Street. That was when I learnt that in the days of the Roman Empire Mithraism was a major religion as the Christian cult was expanding. Didn't they believe in Heaven and Hell, that there was a day of reckoning - the Last Judgement – and have a mediator figure between Mankind and God, who was born in a cave in midwinter with only shepherds as witnesses just like Jesus?

Noll: They used to think so. Scholarship is going in a different direction now as far as that goes.

Tyrrell: I thought that the success of Christianity was supposed to be partly due to the way it borrowed and absorbed Mithraic ideas into itself to make it more acceptable to people - much as Islam borrowed the early Christian symbol of a crescent moon.

Noll: Well, Jung certainly believed Mithraism was Christianity's great rival religion but, in fact, some of the other cults like Dionysus were more widespread at the time. But anyway, during 1913 and 1914 Jung withdrew from his former bourgeois life-style and lived out a wild, intense, mad fantasy life during which he believed he was initiated. He descended into a cave and had all sorts of strange dreams and fantasies, which he described in his book Memories, Dreams, Reflections, in the chapter ‘Confrontation with the Unconscious’. But that book has in it only the watered-down version of what happened.

What's missing is the culmination of the whole series of visions that I describe in The Jung Cult. That’s when Jung, standing with his arms outstretched like the crucified Christ, a big snake wrapped around his body, suddenly turns into a god. He develops a lion head: becoming the lion-headed god of the ancient Mithraic religion – a mixture of Mithraic Kronos (Aion) and Christ. This ‘initiation’ was particularly significant for Jung.

Tyrrell: Why?

Noll: Because of the German cultural context he was socialised in at the time. Mithraism was thought to be a direct extension from ancient Persia and therefore probably one of the oldest, if not the oldest, of the mystery cults in the Hellenistic world. And, furthermore, it had a direct link with the old Aryan homeland. Iran and India. Jung was steeped in all this and believed he was an initiate in the most Aryan of all the mystery cults, the most ancient Aryan spiritual experience you could have.

Tyrrell: I can see why your next book is called The Aryan Christ!

“Jung's techniques took away people's ability to focus their attention and separate out thoughts. He shot their cognitive resources to hell.” 

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[inevitably-johnlocked]

Heya Steph! I was wondering, you have so many fic rec lists and read so many, do you have on or a few johnlock fics you could always reread? Like, they are that good you can read them over and over...

Hi Lovely!!

AHHHHHH ACTUALLY, I’ve made a list for this before, but you know what? IT NEEDS A PART TWO because I actually pulled a lot of fics off of it to keep it shorter, so WHEE THANK YOU for giving me a reason to share even more of the fics I ALWAYS go back and never tire of!! <3

TOP 30 READ AGAIN FICS Pt 2

See also:

Top 30 Read-Again Fics (March 2019)

Top 20 Fave 40K+ w. Fics (April 2017)

Ten Fave Short Johnlock Fics (Easy Reads April 2018)

25 Fave Johnlock One Shots (April 2018)

Top 10 Fave Fics (September 2018)

Another Top 10 Fave Fics (June 2019)

Two To Tango (The Cold Hands, Warm Heart Remix) by igrockspock (T, 1,207 w., 1 Ch. || Domestics, John Whump, Worried Sherlock) – When John is wounded while pursuing a suspect, Sherlock refuses to leave his side.

Take My Hand, Knot Your Fingers Through Mine by patster223 (K+, 2,003 w., 1 Ch. || H/C & Friendship, Whump) - "I know this is an inconvenience for you, but I would really rather you were awake right now, John." John is unconscious, and Sherlock decides to talk to him anyway. Sherlock/John pre-slash.

Let Go by thisisforyou (G, 2,743 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, First Kiss, Fluff, Anxious / Worried Sherlock) – In the end, separating John's things from Sherlock's in the chaos of their sitting room is like pulling a limpet from a wet rock. Especially when the rock is clinging on for dear life, because Sherlock doesn't want to let go. Short, fluffy h/c Johnlock oneshot.

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Measuring Damage With the Fujita Scale by teahigh (T, 3,548 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Vacation / Holidays, Friends to Lovers, Bed-Sharing, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, Angsty Fluff, Scars, Awkward Talks) – John goes back into town, into the storm, and Sherlock realises he forgot to say, “I just want to be alone with you.”

Last Christmas by Mazarin221b (T, 3,911 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss) – That Earth-shaking revelation, then, leads to a problem, and one that Sherlock realizes should be solved quickly, before John’s dates turn into girlfriends or boyfriends, because sometimes girlfriends or boyfriends can turn into wives or husbands while your back is turned. Every time John hums happily at the mirror as he shaves, splashes on a little gift cologne Mrs. Hudson bought him for Christmas, Sherlock is drawn back to that night by the fire, and the way John’s touch had made the world stand still.

Because Blah Blah Blah Happy by cwb (E, 4,578 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cuddles, Kissing, First Kiss, Requited Love, Pining Sherlock) – John is entirely done with the milk situation and gives Sherlock a list of shit he's pissed about. Sherlock sets out to make John happy. John is happy. Sherlock makes his own list. They are both very, very happy.

In Which "John" Becomes a Synonym for "Help" by asignoftwo (T, 7,391 w., 1 Ch. || Injured John, Worried Sherlock, Fluff) –  After the fall Sherlock returns to Baker Street and is reunited with John. When John is injured on a case Sherlock is faced with the reality that he could lose John again, and it tears him apart.

I'm Pretty Sure This Changes Shit by cwb (E, 7,672 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Cudding, Doctor/Patient, Accidents, Pining Sherlock, Blow Jobs, Oral / Anal, BAMF John, Minor Injuries, Dev. Rel.) – Sherlock finds increasingly ridiculous ways to get John to patch him up after hurting himself.

I can’t pretend by Salambo06 (E, 7,692 w., 1 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Victor Trevor, Jealous John, Miscommunications, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Anal, BJs) – They had arrived more than a hour ago, and the moment they had walked inside the hotel reception, John had understood why Sherlock hadn’t wanted to come. Two men, posh suits and expensive watches on their wrists, had come to greet them with sharp remarks and badly hidden mockery, and John had seen red. Sherlock hadn’t said anything, mostly ignoring the two men entirely, and without thinking twice about it, John had slid an arm around Sherlock’s waist and introduced himself as his husband.

Sibling Rivalry Or Fighting Over John Watson By Jessa7 (T, 8,085 w., 1 Ch. || Romance / Humour) – Mycroft is just as much of a genius as Sherlock is. He keeps randomly kidnapping John for chats, and the locations get better. Cue Sherlock’s younger sibling complex rearing up and jealousy ensues.

High Tide by stardust_made (T, 8,540 w., 1 Ch. || Jealousy, Angst, First Kiss) – A little favour Sherlock stupidly agrees to do for Mycroft leads to John meeting a handsome, affluent man, who is going out of his way to woo him. Sherlock struggles with the situation and with his own reactions to it. Part 1 of The High Tide Series

The Newlywed Game: Johnlock Edition by patternofdefiance (E, 9,020 w., 7 Ch. || Fake Rel., Friends to Lovers, Humour, Romance, Smut) – What it says on the tin: John and Sherlock pretend to be married in order to be contestants in a Newlywed Game. Of course it's for a case. Of course it doesn't stay that way. Part 8 of I Blame Tumblr

The Devil You Know by PipMer (T, 9,300 w., 1 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, Romance, Holmes Brothers, Jealous Sherlock) – The Holmes brothers are behaving oddly. John is dazed and confused. In other words, it's business as usual at 221B Baker Street. Except when it’s not.

Drive by lifeonmars (M, 9,537 w., 1 Ch. || Virginity, Awkward First Times, Minor Injuries) – John and Sherlock are stranded by the roadside, and John is injured. They need to spend the night in the back of a humvee. Sherlock is confused. John is understanding.

Their Great Reward by BeautifulFiction (T, 10,095 w., 1 Ch. || UST, First Kiss, Fluff) – Boxing day, in John's opinions, is the worst day of the year. Christmas is over, the tree is wilting and stripped of gifts, and there's a week of dead-time until the clean slate of the new year. However the combination of a blizzard, a power-cut and Sherlock might just make it a day to remember.

I Used to Live Alone Before I Knew You by etothepii (T, 11,052 w., 1 Ch. || Winglock || Angels / Demons, Supernatural Elements, Occult) – Where Mycroft is an angel, Sherlock is a demon, and John is still John.

The River Variations by withoutawish (T, 11,619 w., 1 Ch. || Soulmates, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Three Garridebs, Romance, Light Case Fic, Near Death Experience, Angst and Fluff, Dark Humour) – John Watson never knew that he wanted a ‘no toast in the mornings’ normal until he realized what an honor it is to be destroyed by Sherlock Holmes.

Pleasure to Burn by scullyseviltwin (E, 17,863 w., 1 Ch. || Firefighter AU, Firefighter John / Arson Investigator Sherlock, Slow Burn, Pining, Case Fic-ish) – “If you’d kindly stop knocking about in there and destroying all of my evidence, it would be most appreciated!” John groaned and for a moment rested his head against the side of the truck. Of course he was the only captain left on the scene, which meant he would have to be the one to deal with the arson investigator.

Checkmate to a Castled King by LaSuen (T, 18,290 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt / Comfort, Sick Sherlock, Rev. Reich.) - John dies. Or at least everyone thinks he does.

Vena Cava by SilentAuror (E, 27,452 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fix-It, Romance, H/C, Angst, Infidelity) – Sherlock has been shot in the chest; John has been shot in the heart. Though everything is broken, they do their best to heal the wounds that Mary left on them both.

Our Enthusiasms Which Cannot Always Be Explained by withoutawish (M, 32,961 w., 1 Ch. || Christmas, Fluff and Angst, H/C, Post-TRF, Case Fic, Mild Gore, Sherlock Whump) – The list that is tacked haphazardly on the refrigerator of 221B reads, ‘Kidney(s), and/or a full cadaver (preferably male, late 30s, under six feet tall), bag of fresh toes, sixteen cow’s eyes (corneas retained), dual exhaust hand –held flame thrower, an unopened first edition copy of Joseph Conrad’s 'Heart of Darkness', and no less than ten abhorrently gruesome murders in the upcoming month.” The one neatly hanging next to it simply reads, “Sex.” One of these lists is not John Watson’s. If John Watson were to put what he really wanted in list form, to live in a land somewhere beyond ‘almosts' now that Sherlock Holmes has indeed returned to him, he would never be able to look his flatmate in the eye ever again.

That Partitioning of the Things of Youth by wearitcounts (E, 35,353 w., 7 Ch. || Humour and Angst, Post-TRF, Fake Relationship, UST / RST, Friends to Lovers, Jealous John) – Victor Trevor is in town, and nobody's happy.

The Boy Who Drank Stars by kinklock (E, 36,157 w., 4 Ch. || Howl’s Moving Castle AU || Witches and Wizards, Slow Burn, Magic, Jealous John, Happy Ending, Bed Sharing) – “I’m looking for a castle,” John informed the scarecrow. “A moving one.”Except that, as it turned out, it was not a moving one at all.

A Week is Just Seven Days Isn't It? by scifigrl47 (T, 39,906 w., 4 Ch. || Humour, Friendship/Bromance, Stroppy/Bored Sherlock, Undercover/Army John, Texting, Pining-ish Sherlock, John Whump) – When John heads overseas for a week, Sherlock's forced to fend for himself. It goes about as well as anyone could have anticipated. Which is to say, very, very poorly. Don't worry, things'll be fine in just seven days.

There's Someone On Your Shoulder by halloa_what_is_this (NR, 41,215 w., 6 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Introspection, Daydreams, Sherlock Loves John So Much it Hurts) – Sherlock trips and falls head over heels in love, makes a lot of lists and stares, stares, stares.

The Norwood Love Builders by flawedamythyst (T, 47,798 w., 9 Ch. || Fake Relationship, Slow Burn, Post TRF Angst) – Sherlock and John go undercover to solve the murder of Joanna Oldacre, but things are complicated by the many feelings John has been repressing in the wake of Sherlock's faked death and return.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Casefic, Bromance) – As a serial killer hits the headlines, the police are out of their depth and the next victim is out of time. With faith in Sherlock Holmes at an all time low, this is a case which will push loyalties to the limit...

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || Established, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis, Happy-ish Ending) –After John is seriously injured, Sherlock struggles to figure out how to help him, keep himself sane, and maybe, just maybe, get their life back to the way it's supposed to be. Part 1 of Breakable Not Broken

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Hand / Blow Jobs, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Facial Shaving, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

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After a pretty long hiatus, I picked up writing again. And to get back into the swing, I have this fluffy little one-shot for you.

It's a story about a silent night, in which sentiment runs free.

Even though it's not specifically a Christmas fic, there's enough of the homey atmosphere of the holidays that it made me want to post it now anyway.

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✨"The Nature of Nightmares"✨

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After Sherlock completed his Reichenbach mission, he is now back at 221b where John had been waiting for him and their life is back to normal. All is well and as it had been before the unfortunate event. With the exception of one thing — John's nightmares are back. And Sherlock wonders why…

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A Johnlock story, rated: Teen, chapters 1/1, 3095 words

#friends to lovers #first kiss #fluff #love confessions #post Reichenbach #not canon compliant #pov first person #pov John Watson

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26 - Agreeable

Sherlock stopped breathing.

John’s mouth was pressed to his. John’s lips were on his. John was kissing him, actually kissing him. They were soft kisses, slow and warm and just hugging the border of chaste. John’s eyes were closed and his hand was gentle against Sherlock’s cheek and his breaths puffed soft against Sherlock’s upper lip. Sherlock, on the other hand, had absolutely no idea if he was moving his mouth correctly or even at all. He wasn’t blinking or moving or thinking and he still wasn’t breathing, not really. This sort of behavior hadn’t even been considered on his rubric, so Sherlock had no idea how many points it was worth. He was also fairly certain he’d lost the ability to count.

John separated from him slightly, nuzzling their noses together. He kept his hand on Sherlock’s cheek. “Is this all right?” he whispered. “Tell me this is all right.”

Sherlock couldn’t speak, but he could nod. He nodded vigorously.

“Thank god,” John breathed. “If I had misjudged something…” But his mouth was pressed to Sherlock’s again before he could finish his sentence.

Sherlock’s brain flickered back into functioning. He managed to get his limbs to move and wrapped a hesitant arm around John, fingers touching at John’s back. John made an agreeable noise and Sherlock tightened his grip, pulling John close to him. Their bodies pressed together and Sherlock’s lips parted. John’s tongue grazed his for a tentative second before plunging inside and then the two were kissing properly, all gasped breaths and hurried explorations and the sweet slide of lips. It was incredible. It smashed Sherlock’s rubric to smithereens.

“John,” Sherlock panted as the two paused to catch their breaths.

“God,” John said, barely separating from Sherlock long enough to speak. “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

“Nowhere near as long as I have,” Sherlock said. “I guarantee you.”

John made a pained noise and sank his fingers into Sherlock’s hair, pulling their mouths back together. Sherlock regained some semblance of control over his body and used it to wrap himself around John, adamant never to let him go even if the flat started burning down around them. He could feel John growing hard and the feeling made the whole of him throb. John was moaning and whimpering against him—it was the most beautiful sound Sherlock ever heard.

“Wait,” John said, his lips still moving on Sherlock’s. “Wait. I need…” He separated as much as he could, pressing a hand against Sherlock’s chest to keep them at least a few inches apart. “I need to tell you something. I need to explain.”

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Upside Down, Boy, You Turn Me

John Watson’s Twelve Days of Hiccups  by ChrisCalledMeSweetie

For John Watson, being afflicted with an intractable case of hiccups was a source of intense irritation. For Sherlock Holmes — his mad scientist of a flatmate — it was a golden opportunity for experimentation.

Chapter 8 - Upside Down, Boy, You Turn Me

“You need to drink the water upside down. Keep your knees straight, and bend at the waist,” Sherlock instructed.

“Knees straight,” John repeated, adding silently to himself since none of the rest of me is…                                 ______________________________

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X Marks the Spots by ChrisCalledMeSweetie

After Mrs. Hudson accidentally gives Sherlock and John a pan of brownies enhanced with her herbal soothers, the boys engage in some pirate role play.

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25 - Agile

Sherlock blinked. “What?”

“It’s a bit difficult,” John said. “To get divorced when you have no idea where your wife is. Desertion is grounds for divorce in this country, but you have to have been apart for a full two years before you can get divorced. Two bloody years. And you have to describe the reasons the desertion occurred. A bit tricky when your wife is a former assassin who is running from some dangerous person in their past.”

“I imagine so,” Sherlock said.

“But we were just at it,” John said. “The two-year anniversary of the date she left me just passed. I’d gotten the paperwork all ready. I had an appointment with my solicitor scheduled for next week. And then…” John waved a hand in the air. “She decided that she didn’t want to desert me anymore.” He shook his head. “My life, it seems, is an exercise in shitty timing.”

Sherlock’s head was spinning a bit, his train of thought attempting agile leaps from deduction to deduction with minimal success. “But that solves the problem, doesn’t it?” he asked. “Now you don’t have to go through with it all. You don’t have to find someone else.”

“What?” John asked.

“That’s why you wanted to get divorced, I’m sure,” Sherlock said. “So you could start looking for other suitable partners. Mothers for Rosie. I imagine ‘I’m already married but don’t worry, my former-assassin wife is away in hiding somewhere’ goes over poorly on first dates. But now you don’t have to worry about any of that. You don’t have to find any sort of replacement for Mary because she’s here again. You have a wife once more. Rosie has a mother. Problem solved.”

John pressed his eyes closed. He seemed as if he didn’t know where to begin with all Sherlock just said. “Sherlock,” he said. “I wasn’t looking to get divorced because I wanted some sort of replacement for Mary.”

“I’m sure you were also hoping to fall in love again and all that,” Sherlock said. “But now you don’t have to do that either, because the person you love is back.” The words pained him to say, but he had a feeling that allowing any sort of hope into his mind would pain him even worse in the end.

“That’s not—” John shook his head, regrouping. “Sherlock, I was going to divorce Mary because I didn’t want to be married to her anymore. She’s not the person for me, never has been. If I needed any more proof, she made it abundantly clear when she bloody deserted me and our infant daughter two years ago.” John huffed out a breath, frustrated. “Unfortunately, her deserting me and our infant daughter made it very bloody hard for me to divorce her.”

“Oh,” Sherlock said. The spinning hadn’t subsided in his brain. He was barely comprehending anything that was happening. “But. But why…”

John sighed. “This is going wrong,” he said. “Backwards. It wasn’t how I meant to do this.”

“Backwards?” Sherlock asked. The spinning picked up speed, whirring and skittering.

“I wanted to have it all done,” John said, his eyes practically glowing through the dark of the room. “I wanted it all done...before.”

Sherlock furrowed his brow. “Before what?” he asked.

“Before this,” John said. He shifted forward, caught Sherlock’s cheek in his hand, and kissed him.

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27 - Calm

“You don’t need to explain anything,” Sherlock said. He missed the feel of John’s mouth on his and was strongly opposed to any sort of action that kept John away from him, no matter how short a time.

“Yes I do,” John said. “I do. You’re owed an explanation. For all of this.” He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his wriggling body. “I’ve known how I feel about you for a while now, Sherlock. A long while. I never thought you’d feel the same, but then I started noticing...signs. You looking at me. Touching me when you didn’t need to. That sort of thing.”

Sherlock felt his mouth twitch into a smile. “I’d noticed similar signs,” he said. The blessed shards of the rubric flickered in his mind, but he dismissed them. Far more important matters demanded his attention at the moment.

“It scared the hell out of me,” John said, “because I thought I could be wrong, and if I was wrong, I’d run the risk of losing you and I couldn’t lose you, Sherlock, but…” He shook his head. “I figured I had to try. Because this,” he gestured between the two of them, “it feels like it’s supposed to, Sherlock. It feels like I found you, like we found each other. Finally.”

Something inside of Sherlock started to melt. “It does,” he said. “We did.”

“I wanted you so badly,” John said. “All along. You have no idea how many times I came close to grabbing you and snogging you senseless, or blurting out all I felt in the middle of a bloody crime scene. But I was still married, and it didn’t feel fair to you. It didn’t feel fair to come to you when I was still unavailable in any way. That’s not how I wanted it.”

Sherlock ran his hand along John’s arm, up his neck, weaving into his hair. He was certain John could feel his heart hammering through his chest but figured it didn’t matter; it belonged to John in the end, anyway. John’s eyes shone through the darkness of the room, lighting something up inside Sherlock.

“I wanted it to be that when I came to you,” John said, his voice quiet, ragged. “When I finally came to you, I didn’t want the shadow of Mary hanging over me like some ghost. I wanted to show you that I was yours. Only yours.”

Sherlock let out a puff of air. He felt his eyes start to burn. “Mine,” he breathed, feeling out the word in his mouth, his voice incredulous. He ran his fingers along John’s face, tracing the dips and lines of his cheek, cataloguing the shift from smooth skin to rough stubble. “Mine.”

John nodded. “Always, Sherlock,” he said. “Always.”

Sherlock made some noise that might’ve been a laugh, or perhaps a whimper. He pulled John closer, pressed their foreheads together. John was warm and close and firm and his and Sherlock felt as if there was a glow inside him, something building and billowing, likely to explode out his seams.

“May I kiss you again?” he asked.

“God yes,” John said.

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23 - Ordinary

After a week or so of Mary living in the flat, Sherlock took to spending most of his time in his bedroom. She wasn’t obtrusive per se, but her presence was everywhere—her lipstick on teacups, the scent of her perfume lingering in the air behind her, her voice drifting through the flat as she played with Rosie or talked to John about a flat she’d found for them. Every bit of it felt like an assault, and Sherlock was prepared to wave a white flag. As such, into the bedroom he went. It didn’t much matter that he wasn’t around to tally any points John earned; the points were meaningless, anyway.

The nights weren’t much better. After Mary disappeared into John’s bedroom (her bedroom now, Sherlock supposed), John lingered in the sitting room, settling down for the night on the sofa. Any comfort that Sherlock found in knowing that John wasn’t upstairs and tucked in with Mary was spoiled by the certainty that John soon would be. Even if not at Baker Street, when he and Mary moved into their own place together they were likely to share a room, share a bed. Be an ordinary family, once and for all.

So at the moment, Sherlock was hiding out in his bedroom, listening to John attempt to sleep in the sitting room. The toll the sofa took on John’s neck and back was starting to impact his sleep. John could no longer find a comfortable position on the sofa and spent forever tossing and turning, the leather of the sofa squeaking beneath him.

Once—just once—John had stood from the sofa. Sherlock listened to John’s feet pad down the hallway, towards his bedroom. He heard John’s footsteps stop, heard the shift in the floorboards as John stood in the hall, oscillating. Then John sighed, a defeated noise, and turned around. The footsteps retreated to the sitting room and John settled back onto the sofa. He remained on the sofa after that, trying to roll himself into a comfortable position, warring against the sagging cushions and the unforgiving Union Jack pillow.

“Don’t,” Sherlock whispered to himself. “Don’t.”

Out in the sitting room, John let out a sigh, deep and irritated.

Sherlock blew out a deep breath and shook his head, but he lifted himself out of bed all the same. He exited his bedroom for the first time in nearly the whole day and drifted into the sitting room where John was attempting to wrestle sleep into submission through sheer defiance.

John looked up as Sherlock entered. Sherlock found himself completely incapable of reading his expression, but he had a feeling it would earn John a few points nonetheless.

“You aren’t sleeping,” Sherlock said.

“I…” John started. Then he sighed, rubbing at his neck. “No. I’m not.”

“But you don’t want to go up there,” Sherlock said, nodding towards the stairs.

John’s jaw tightened. “No,” he said. “I don’t.”

Sherlock nodded again. This was all a terrifically bad idea, but he was far too tired and miserable to care. He turned back towards his bedroom. “Come on,” he said.

John sat up. “What?”

“My bed is large,” Sherlock said. “We can share it without having to worry about encroaching upon the other’s personal space. It is also considerably more comfortable than the sofa.” He continued on down the hall. “Come on.”

“Right,” John said. He blinked after Sherlock for another second before popping up from the sofa and following him down the hallway.

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29 - Sort

When Sherlock woke up, John was gone.

Sherlock blinked around his bedroom blearily, wondering if the whole of it had been some sort of dream, the sweet, vivid fantasies that turn into nightmares once reality returns. However, one look at the chaos that was his bedroom and a glance down at his own naked form told him that nothing about the night before had been imagined.

Sherlock ran a hand along his bed, over the spot where John had been sleeping. The sheets were cool—John had been awake for a while, then. Sherlock felt a sick churning start up inside him, imagining John waking up before him and recalling all they had done together with mounting horror, with regret. He imagined John slipping out of the bedroom quietly, trousers in hand, endeavoring to avoid the awkward conversation as long as possible. Sherlock swallowed. He didn’t care for any of these possibilities.

There were voices coming from the sitting room. Sherlock couldn’t quite hear what they were saying, but he could tell it was a male and a female speaking. John and Mary. The sick feeling only intensified.

John had said so many things to him last night—lovely things, things Sherlock thought he’d never hear leave John’s lips. John seemed earnest when he spoke them. There was an honesty in his eyes, in the way he pressed his body to Sherlock’s just after. Sherlock had believed him, of course, but there was always the chance that John might change his mind now that the sun was up. After all, John had Mary back in his life now, and Mary—being John’s wife and the mother of his child—had a distinct advantage over Sherlock.

Sherlock forced himself out of bed. There was no sense hiding out in here, speculating about all the things that could go sour. If there was music to be faced, he had better do so quickly. After a bit of searching, Sherlock was able to find his trousers and an old vest. He pushed open his bedroom door like a man walking towards execution.

The voices went quieter as Sherlock walked down the hallway, having heard him approach. As Sherlock stepped into the sitting room, he saw John and Mary seated on the sofa, talking to each other in low tones. Mary’s nose was red, as were John’s eyes. John was whispering something intently. Mary nodded. Then John leaned forward and wrapped his arms around her in a hug. She pressed her head to his shoulder. Her eyes slipped shut.

Ah.

Sherlock stood in the middle of the sitting room, legs unsteady, fighting the urge to flee. It seemed as if he had the right to stay (this was his sitting room, after all), but if he was looking upon some sort of reconciliation then there was only so much he could be expected to reasonably endure. He was just about to give in and sprint away when the two separated and Mary stood, wiping at her eyes.

“Right, then,” she said, a wobbly smile on her face. “I’ll just step out for a moment. Let you two…” She gestured between John and Sherlock, her words trailing off. John nodded, his head low. Mary cast Sherlock an unreadable little smile before darting out of the sitting room and down the stairs.

John glanced up at Sherlock. He motioned next to him on the sofa. “You can come have a seat if you’d like.”

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