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[mydogwatson]

Being in the Sherlock Holmes fandom is so wonderful because we didn't even have to create a fandom, the author did that for us. John Watson was the very first member of our fandom and he was writing fanfiction about Sherlock Holmes before it was cool

[mydogwatson]

If you are even a small part of the BBC Sherlock fandom reblog this now

everything will be explained later

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"If you use em dash in your works, it makes them look AI generated. No real human uses em dash."

Imaging thinking actual human writers are Not Real because they use... professional writing in their works.

Imagine thinking millions of people who have been using em dash way before AI becomes a thing are all robots.

REBLOG IF YOU'RE A HUMAN AND YOU USE EM DASH

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[mydogwatson]

I can’t believe I’m saying this but after approximately 5 1/2 years MY FIRST OFFICIAL JOHNLOCK SOLO STORY IN THE FANDOM is now COMPLETE!!!

🎊🎊🎊

Thank you to everyone who has been so supportive and patient with me with an extra special VIRTUAL HUG to @7-percent and @totallysilvergirl for lovingly pushing this little fic to the end!

The Johnlock Fandom has truly saved my life and helped me to become a better person and writer in so many ways. From the bottom of my heart I love each and every one of you!! The last chapter is below!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/20689712/chapters/164477887

Tag added for @helloliriels!

[mydogwatson]

The Secret of Agra, Ch 11: The Open Door

Summary: John visits Mrs Hudson, receives a strange parcel, and finds the Unseen Door.

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[mydogwatson]

Coming Soon: The Secret of Agra

A year after The Reichenbach Fall, John learns that Sherlock isn’t dead, but has now found himself in a spot of trouble. John goes after him. (Much weirder than this description suggests.)

Excerpt:

“You don’t believe me.” She’s looking at him with an almost fierce intensity, as if she can read the thoughts going through his mind. Probably, she can. People have seen through John Watson before now— people who, without asking, know why he limps. The things she’s telling him are not merely improbable; they’re impossible. ... “He was backed into a corner,” she continues, “and took the only way he saw to escape. I’m only saying this now because he’s found himself in another corner. He needs help.” John rubs his left hand on his trousers, a self-soothing motion that doesn’t lessen the anger and sorrow making his heart ache. He takes a deep breath, blows it out. “Fine. Let’s suppose you believe it’s true: Sherlock Holmes survived the fall and has been… what, fleeing from his enemies? For months he’s been somewhere, not dead. If you want me to believe this fairy tale, I’m going to need some proof.” “I saw him in Geneva.” She looks at him steadily, unsmiling. Either she’s a very good actress or she believes that whoever she saw was Sherlock. Maybe both. “And you want me to simply take your word for it?” She sighs, not in exasperation but frustration, and frowns pensively. “He spoke with a friend of mine.” Swiping her phone open, she scrolls a bit, and then turns it so he can see. “Security footage.” He watches the clip twice more, then hands back her phone. Sherlock is alive. John's mind is filled with a buzzing static. For a moment his vision fades. Steady. There will be time to think about it later. Now he needs to ask questions.

Note: Mary is a character in this, but her part is short and there is no romantic relationship.

This is a "down the rabbit hole" story, a London Below, a wonderland, an impossible place where missing people find themselves.

It's also a love story about our two heroes trying to find one another, realising things about themselves and each other.

I've written plenty of AUs before; you might find this one a bit different. There will be no "it's all a dream" ending.

It's a mystery: Clues, easter eggs, breadcrumbs.

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Showcase: non-tumblr Johnlockers, 2:

PatPrecieux on AO3

Do you know PatPrecieux?

No? Really? Then you’re in for a treat.

Pat’s a Johnlocker on AO3 who doesn’t do tumblr and doesn’t promote her stories.

Pat’s writing (mostly one-shots, the doc prescribes one a day for heart health) is guaranteed to make me not just laugh but guffaw.

She does fluff, she does light angst, she writes fantastic dialogue, she hits all the notes, but her signature is the quirky and unexpected. You might think the prompt is straightforward, but she’ll make it surprise you.

She has a series of Johnlock January ficlets going now, January Jaunts, and every one is a pearl. The one with the erotic candles … the one about the pants … the one with the karaoke … trust me, I’m begging you.

Pat’s BBC characters are leavened with goofiness and energy and love, and it’s fantastic to visit her 221B and environs. If she reads your fics, you’re guaranteed an appreciative, cheerful, and smart comment.

If you’re tagged here—please reblog, signal boost, and queue for another share later. Your followers and moots will thank you!

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[mydogwatson]

Re-Read Recs: Victorian Edition

Thanks to @totallysilvergirl for pointing me to this post by @acethatlovesdinos asking for more Victorian Johnlock. Your timing is great; I was just compiling a list of Victorian setting fics for my next RRR post!

If you go searching specifically for Johnlock in a Victorian setting, part of the problem, as always, will be finding things. As admirable as the AO3 tagging system is, when you're searching for something specific, you still have to dig a bit.

Many people, myself included, assign all their Victorian stories to the fandom tag "Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle."

But some writers add "Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle" to all their stories, including those set in BBC or other adaptations, because they wish to attribute the characters' creator.

And some do not use the ACD tag at all because their stories, even those in a Victorian setting, are inspired by the BBC adaptation and imagined with those characters.

There are other tags: Victorian, Victorian Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Victorian Holmes/Watson, Victorian Johnlock.

(My own approach: readers may imagine whatever actors they prefer; I tag by the setting. Even so, I've tagged stories set in the 1920s and 1820s as ACD, even though these are outside of the Victorian Era.)

There is no one-click method to separate out all the stories, and only the stories, where Watson and Holmes are together in a Victorian setting. AO3 lets us use tags however we wish; it's a folksonomy, a collaborative system. For the number and variety of stories contained there, it is the most practical method.

You can search an individual author's works, filtering and sorting by kudos, hits, relationships, tags, and other things. You can search anyone's bookmarks in the same way. (I'm always surprised when people don't know this!)

If you search my works, for example, you will find 60 stories in the Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle fandom. A couple of those are tagged 'timetravel,' so if you don't want that, you can exclude that tag. If you don't want any stories with Mary Morstan married to John Watson, you can exclude John Watson/Mary Morstan under Relationships.

However you search, if you filter your search results by hits or kudos, you will find that stories in the ACD/Victorian Johnlock category have many fewer of these. AO3 went live only a year or so before BBC Sherlock began to air, and it was one of the top fandoms for many years. There are a huge number of stories in the BBC fandom.

But there are dedicated and talented authors who have been writing Holmes/Watson for a long time, and today I'd like to point you towards a few of them. Here are some of my favorite re-reads:

Memento Vivere - @mydogwatson - The life stories of Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes and John Watson. An alternate history.

My Gentle Sin Is This - janeofarc - It takes a near miss for Holmes to realize that he cannot imagine his life without Watson.

Missing Pages - @PlaidAdder - a group of interlinked short stories (most between 2000 and 7000 words) which tell the story of how Holmes and Watson really came to be separated at the Reichenbach Falls, and how they found each other again

Missing - @Random_Nexus - Holmes is missing. Watson is trying to figure out where he is and what happened.

Oubliette - gardnerhill - A series: a treatise on love and grief. Watson is kidnapped by a gang; Holmes must find him before it's too late.

Laphroaig in the Lumber Room - wordybirdy - Holmes & Watson discover a bottle of Laphroaig inside the lumber room at Baker Street. A drinking game of truth results in intimate confessions.

All of these authors have written many excellent Victorian Holmes/Watson fics. But there are many more you should look at if you want to read more of our boys in their original canon setting. I think I will have to write a Part 2 for this post!

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[mydogwatson]

My Heart at Your Door

Chapter 4: Day and Night

Sherlock owes John something. John has something to say to him, and Sherlock already knows he can’t give him what he wants. He can’t make any promises tonight. But he will listen because he owes him.

This is the POV Sherlock version of When We Were Young.

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[mydogwatson]

If there's a thousand Johnlock shippers, I am one of them. If there's a hundred Johnlock shippers, I am one of them. If there's ten Johnlock shippers, I am one of them. If there's one Johnlock shipper, it's probably Mrs Hudson.

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I've had such fun with @notjustamumj's December prompts, I decided to put together a list for January, with the artistic support of @helloliriels. I'd love to see your stories, poems, and/or art here and in the Johnlock January 2025 collection on AO3.

1. Sentimental 2. Hiccups 3. Three 4. Hat 5. Scarf 6. Sense 7. Nonsense 8. Secret 9. Truth 10. Ten 11. Paws 12. Big 13. Lift 14. Sociopath 15. Bored 16. Wild 17. Case 18. Murder 19. Home 20. Affection 21. Candle 22. Song 23. Bed 24. Midnight 25. Fire 26. Pants 27. Chemistry 28. Body 29. Gay 30. Perfect 31. Together

If any of these prompts inspire you to create something, please tag me. And if you'd like me to tag you in my own responses, just let me know.

Please reblog to spread the Johnlock!

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Solace and Joy, 80: "Frisson"

and 81: "Start slow (a 221B)

Fluffbruary 11-26-24 & 12-14-24

Summary: John's take on Ch. 79, "To a man's heart."*

*

For over a week I’d been pondering Sherlock's extraordinary behavior and attitude that night he cooked for me.

Usually he’s careful, reserved, and our most comfortable conversations are either banter or bickering. Last week was different. He was fond, relaxed, as though he’d really, finally, come to some kind of decision. After all this time.

Was it the wine? No. The meal? —Well, what had prompted the meal, anyway? He said I deserved it after the week I’d had. But that wasn't standard-issue Sherlock, who could be wildly inconsiderate or discreetly considerate; if the latter, always trying to downplay it. This time, the consideration had been overt and emphatic.

So I was a little off-balance. But he’d said I could have more of it whenever I wanted, I only had to ask. I wanted, all right, so I asked. In a text, as though nothing important hung on it. But I spent the rest of the endless day getting to this moment, this point: climbing the steps of a 221B where Sherlock is waiting, not to hustle me out on a case but to feed me.

Opening the door I pause to breathe in the intoxicating mix of flavours that waft out.

He knows I’m home: he has both acute hearing, and a keen sense of time. He pokes his head out of the kitchen and looks approvingly at the block of cheese I’m holding out.

(Continued below the cut) and

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“Good man.” It’s warming to hear the echo of the “that’s my man” from his text. I’m feeling a bit stupid, but I often do when I stare at him. He’s relaxed, and composed, and drop-dead gorgeous in a fresh white shirt covered by a black apron.

“You have 11 minutes,” he says, so I think I’ll put on a clean shirt too. The blue one he gave me. Can’t hurt to reinforce that I like it—and that this is a special occasion.

Minimally freshened up, I hand him a glass of a heady red wine. He waves it away, mixing the pasta and the sauce. I realise I’m literally drooling. I check to make sure it’s not visible.

I admire the view from behind as I follow him out to the table. He sets down the serving bowl and takes off the apron—and oh God it’s that shirt.

It’s all mouthwatering, all right. But the real magnet is Sherlock’s undivided attention. His gaze is fixed on me for my reaction to the pasta, and I don’t hold back. My moan isn’t forced or feigned; this dish is even better than his first. The sauce is lush and smooth, layered in a series of flavours I can barely distinguish. The penne are the perfect balance and vehicle for it.

He made this for me because I asked him to. What else has he been waiting for me to ask for?

After a long and reverent silence we’re talking again, warmth and brightness pouring off him like sunlight, and there’s no place I’d rather be. No one I’d rather be with.

He’s stretched his legs out under the table, and I do the same, to feel his calf against mine.

He’s ruffled his hair, opened a button—two—of his shirt, which clings to every elegant line and muscled curve of his torso. His sleeves are rolled partway to the elbow, and the beauty of those forearms, those hands, undoes me.

Graceful, poised, charismatic—everything I like to look at, everything I’m not.

I open my mouth to tell him, and realise that in fact he’s also feeling a bit nervous, and—given what he says next—very brave.

“It’s just—I’m trying to tell you. I do, you know. I do love you. Don’t let it bother you, though. I don’t.”

I barely believe my ears. “I love you.” He actually said it. And he’s trying to reassure me that I don’t have to feel uncomfortable, don’t have to reciprocate, it’s no big deal.

He’s wrong. It is. A very. Big. Deal.

I reach for the nape of his neck and feel a shudder run through him. I lean in close and breathe him in.

*

This is a fluffbruary extra, from one of the alternative prompts: frisson.

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The reason the general public nowadays cannot see Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson as a romantic couple is because romantic relationships in real life are not nearly as good as theirs is. The characters come from a time when men and women had a very different power dynamic in society – many can argue there are still remnants of that dynamic resonating today. The man ruled the roost, the little woman attended the home but made no actual decisions in her life. Can you imagine being a Victorian, used to that lifestyle, that unfair power dynamic, and getting your hands on a Sherlock Holmes story? Two people live together, work together, care about each other more than anything in the entire world, and each person is equal to the other? One is an army doctor, the other a detective, and together they kick ass… until it’s time to go to dinner and the Opera together. They vacation together, wake up and eat breakfast together, they know each other’s sleeping habits. They walk together in the park and don’t feel pressured to speak because they know each other “intimately”. They stay living together long into old age. What a romance! What an exceptionally high bar for romance! A bar everyone wants to meet but most don’t. Who doesn’t want to be in a romantic relationship where you and your partner love and care about each other most in all the world? Where you two spend every day together and you’re glad for it, and days you’re apart you wait impatiently for a reunion? Where you build a life together? Where you literally take to Journaling about how great your partner is? Where each person is equal?

Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson have had an 130-year romance and that’s precisely why people love them. If someone does not understand that those two men were as intimate as lovers, it’s because that person does not grasp what a romantic relationship should be.

Have i ever had a romance as great as that of Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson? No, not by a long shot, but i hope that one day I’ll be lucky enough to experience it myself.

[mydogwatson]

Vance is a "nerd"? Literally could not tell.

He's one of those angry, weird, gatekeeping nerds who gets angry when a gross girl wants to touch his Magic cards, then complains that no girls will talk to him.

He's all the weird things we've worked so hard to push out of the larger community of nerds that we all love.

He isn't a nerd, really. He's more of a chud.