#sally donovan fics

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi Steph!

Was wondering if you had any fics where Sherlock and Sally become friends?

Or something similar?

Hey Nonny!

Ah, I haven't read many of them, but I know of a few! The ones in my bookmarked section are the ones I remember Sally features as a friend in the fic, but aren't necessarily "Sally focussed". The MFL section has fics that are tagged with Sally, so it may or may not be what you're looking for. I know I'm missing a tonne, so if anyone has something, PLEASE add them!! We need more Donovan love! <3 Enjoy!

SALLY DONOVAN FRIENDSHIP

Realisation by Susie.Donym (K+, 957 w., 1 Ch. || Sally POV, Pre-Slash / Friendship, Humour) – It takes her a while but Sally finally makes a huge realisation.

Only Human by BlackBandit111 (K+, 2,179 w. || Tragedy, Major Character Death, Sally POV) – Sally Donovan didn't think she'd ever see Sherlock cry.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

Wars We Fought, Things We're Not by blueink3 (M, 55,204 w., 10 Ch. || Post S3 / Post TAB, Parentlock, Fluff & Angst, Kidnapping, Whump, Post-TAB, UST/URT, 3G, Mild Peril, Slow Burn, Couple for a Case, Protective Mycroft, Infant Death Pre-Story, Friends to Lovers) –  Five months after John's world has fallen apart, Mycroft sends the consulting detective and his doctor on a case that neither is prepared for.

The Green Blade by verityburns (T, 72,929 w., 15 Ch. || Case Fic, 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...

Bakers with Benefits by Raina_at (E, 88,130 w., 14 Ch. || Great British Bake Off AU || Strangers to Lovers, Switchlock, Friends with Benefits, Mentions of Alcoholism / Past Drug Use, Banter, Flirting, Fluff, Light Angst, Semi-Public Sex, Past Sherlock/Victor, Mutual Pining, POV Sherlock, Obsessive Sherlock, John’s Bum) – Sherlock Holmes has a successful YouTube baking channel, but what he really wants is his own bakery. When an old friend sends him a call for the very first Great British Bake Off, he seizes the opportunity to finally win a sponsor for his bakery. Here's the plan: Win Bake Off, get the bakery, don't fall in love with the handsome Army doctor at the neighbouring station. Easy.

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?

Performance In a Leading Role by Mad_Lori (E, 156,714 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE|| Hollywood / Actor AU, Secret Relationship, Falling in Love, Slow Burn, Romance, Coming Out, Fluff and Angst, Pining) – Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world? Part 1 of Performance in a Leading Role

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How Was The Vacation, Freak?! by for_the_love_of_wolves (G, 1,405 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, POV Sally) – Sally Donovan experiences something which changes her attitude to Sherlock radically.

Cigs & Civility by afteriwake (T, 1,462 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TSo3, Missing Scene, Flashbacks, Cigarettes, POV Sally, Apologies, Making Up, Friendship) – The day Sally gets her promotion to Detective Inspector, she and Sherlock have their first entirely civil conversation in the entire time they’ve known each other.

Like a Normal Person by OldToadWoman (T, 2,576 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Angst, Fluff) – John Watson is getting married. Sherlock Holmes is getting drunk. Sally Donovan is getting a headache. A bit of fluff where Sherlock and Sally are almost, but not quite, friends at least until they sober up. 

ESC: Trapped by HonestCannibal (T, 3,273 w., 1 Ch. || Claustrophobia, Friendship, Panic Attacks, Anxiety) – Sally Donovan hates small spaces and has a fear of the dark, and it is so unbelievably likely for her to end up getting trapped with Sherlock Holmes in these exact conditions.

The Trajectory of a Falling Star by Queerasil (G, 5,092 w., 11 Ch. || Post S3, BAMF Sally, Case Fics, Drugs, Torture, Snuff Films, Depression, Friendship, Sherlock Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Nice Anderson and Sally, Withdrawal) – Sherlock is a bit not good. Sally notices, investigates, and decides to help.

The Contingency Plan by mightypog (G, 5,844 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF, BAMF John, Autistic Sherlock, Friendship, Angst) – When Sally and Greg prevent Sherlock from committing suicide when he thinks John has been killed, Sherlock and Sally reconsider each other.

Feel My Heart Banging Like a Gun by thetimemoves (M, 7,166 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4, Clubbing, Drinking, For a Case, Sentimental Sherlock, Amused John, Awesome Sally, Drunken Kissing, Groping, Confessions) – The clothes are tight, the music is loud, and the drinks are endless. It's for a case, really. And then it isn't. And then everything changes.

Dance With Me by Silvergirl (E, 24,813 w., 12 Ch. || Post TEH, Dancing, Met Charity Gala, Sally/Sherlock Friendship, No Mary, Fluff) – Sherlock rescues Sally Donovan, and in turn she tries to help him get John to stop faffing about and get on with Johnlock.

The Case of the Dress Up Murders by darkphoenixreal (E, 32,574 w., 5 Ch. || Canon Divergence, Rape Recovery/Aftermath, Torture, Rape/Non-Con, Underage/Child Abuse, Past Sexual Abuse, Kidnapped Sherlock, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Non-Consensual Drug Use, Past Drug Abuse, Forced Feminization, Forced Crossdressing, Gender Confusion, Emotional/Psychological Abuse) – Lestrade's team is working a case involving a serial rapist/murderer that targets adolescent boys. Sherlock, of course, is on the case. He is brought in on the third crime scene much to Donavan and Anderson's annoyance. As he's leaving alone, he and Sally are shot with some sort of dart and disappear. Sherlock finds himself locked up in a basement with Sally, drugged on opiates. Sally, though, is clearheaded. Soon, their captor reveals himself to be the man they are already hunting. Confused, he informs Sherlock that he targets those who have a past of sexual abuse as children, and that according to a certain consulting criminal, Sherlock fits his requirements of that and being "unspoiled" since. He uses Sally as Leverage to get a very high Sherlock to cooperate as he reveals what he has planned, to dress Sherlock as he had the others he's murdered, and have a nice tea party. Sally manages to escape, only to be recaptured and both are moved. Now, Lestrade and team have to deal with uncovering the secrets of Sherlock's past, and trying to find him before his captor tires of him and kills him like he has killed his other

Saccharomyces cerevisiae (Baker's Yeast) by yaycoffee (E, 60,879 w., 13 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Unplanned Pregnancy / One Night Stand, Drunken Sex, First Kiss/Time, Bit of Case Fic, Sally/Sherlock Drunk Sex First Ch.) – Sometimes, one makes an imprudent decision born of a devastating combination of drink and sentiment. Sometimes, the consequences of that decision take on a life of their own. And sometimes, the facing of those consequences shapes every aspect of one's life--from the hugely meaningful down to the seemingly insignificant. Part 1 of the Knows His Own series

[221beloved]

Beyond Recognition

Sally had been there when it happened. She'd seen it with her own eyes, and she still couldn't believe it. They were in the flat of the suspect, who wasn't even a suspect before the Freak somehow deduced that he was the only one with motive and means. He had texted Lestrade the outcome of his investigation, oh wonder, and the location to meet. Lestrade had taken Sally and some police officers and now they were standing here. Well, Sally was standing here. The other officers were searching the flat for evidence and Greg was talking with John and Sherlock. Sally stood there and wondered, how Sherlock was able to solve a case in three days, that a whole team from the yard could not.

Suddenly, the front door opened and a man stood in the living room. He was tall, fit, and dressed in trainers and a plain shirt, and he was definitely surprised by what he found in his flat. And he definitely didn't like it. He turned to run but Dr Watson, who was closest to the door, threw himself on the man to prevent his escape. It all happened in mere seconds. First, the former army doctor was pinning the suspect down, the next moment he gave a pained cry and the other man struggled back to his feet. Sally saw the jolt that went through Sherlocks body and she expected him to lunge on the suspect, to put on a chase how he was so fond of doing. But instead he went pale and rushed towards John, threw himself to his knees next to him. “John!” His voice was urgent and worried, nearly anxious, and he grabbed Johns body and helped him to lean against the wall. He knelt before him and grabbed his shoulders. “John, deep breath, take a deep breath, can you look at me?” Than Sally saw it. There was a knife, stabbed into the Doctor's thigh. She gasped. Out of the corners of her eyes she could see some officers running behind the suspect, but she couldn't turn her gaze from the scene in front of her. The slower the Doctor blinked, the more frantic the voice of the detective became. Sally couldn't help but stare, frozen in shock and disbelief. He was out of his bloody mind. Sherlock was out of his mind with worry. With worry for John Watson. Sally couldn't see the man who was standing there only moments before. This wasn't Sherlock Holmes, the cold and rude freak, who didn't care for anyone but himself and barely said a pleasant word to anyone. He was beyond recognition, shaking with worry for his friend, whispering to him not to fall asleep, to stay with him, to be brave. He held the man, held him steady, stroked him reassuringly and told him how good he was doing, that help was on the way, how strong he was. “John, stay awake, please. Look at me, just look at me. What should I ever do without you? Do you realise that I'm nothing without you? You do know that, do you? Silly question, of course you know. Look what you do to me, I'm asking silly questions. We have to talk about this later I presume. John, John!” Sally saw the Doctor's eyes close and his head rolling slightly to the side. “John? No... no, no, no, no, no.... Come on John, don't give up!” He lowered the limp body to the floor, pressed a finger to his pulse and checked his breathing. He seemed a bit relieved, but it wasn't doing too much to calm him down. He turned his head over his shoulder and shouted: “Where is the ambulance? What's taking them so long?!” Greg, who seemed as shocked as Sally, answered in a distant tone: “They're on their way. Won't take long.” Sherlock scoffed and turned to John again. He crouched down beside him and stroked his chest. Sally could see his eyes, blown wide and red as if he would start to cry any second. He was pale, even more than usual, and his hands were trembling. His entire body was actually shaking. He continued to speak to John, directly into his ear, so Sally couldn't hear any of it, but she could hear the gentle tone the rapid flow of words was spoken in. Eventually the medics arrived and surrounded the man lying unconscious on the floor. Another man in a neon jacked entered the room and gestured them all to leave, to ensure an undisturbed initial care of John Watson.

Sally obeyed, slowly leaving the room on slightly unsteady limbs. The last thing Sally could see, was Sherlock, holding John's left hand in both of his, holding him gently, not allowing anything to come between them.

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[sunchay]

A poster I did for my fic like a year ago!

First chapter of Your fear is my obsession is now up!

Summary: Greg is a teenager with a difficult childhood. He has no mother, only a father who doesn't care about him and his little sister, whom the young man looks after, and a cruel stepmother, whom he dreams of getting rid of so that everything would be as it was before. This possibility begins to seem real when he learns about his rich uncle, who invites his family and friends to stay at his place.

I started writing this work a year ago. It was completely my friend's @localgatiss idea, I just added some point to make it work. As I started it, it seemed impossible to finish it, so I just didn't. I wrote about 11k words and I was halfway done, but now, as reading it, I knew I had to rewrite it properly, so now the first chapter is almost as long as the first variation of a half story.

Hope you enjoy!

[musclesandhammering]

Btw if anyone knows any fics with Sally and Sherlock interacting (or even just a Sally-centric fic that explore her thoughts on him), pls rec them for me. I feel like I’ve read them all and there were only like 4 to start with 😂. Their dynamic’s such an unexplored goldmine.

[moodywritesmoody]

They left the campsite a little later than planned, but Stella reckoned they would make up enough time by avoiding early morning traffic into the City.

Sally, who had managed an undisturbed night of sleep, apparently still had plenty of sleep left in her, and was snoozing in the van's passenger seat, her head held in a pillow and a blanket pinned over her shoulders. She looked like a fighter at rest; body unwilling, spirit also unwilling.

So Stella was alone with her thoughts for the drive to London. Her thoughts and the melancholy of a Katie Melua album. The grey cloud from the night before had followed her into the next day and it wouldn't let her just ignore it, so Stella leaned in.

As she watched the long highway stretch out in front of her, increasingly grey and daunting; she was left to mull over just how much she dreaded returning to the office. She would make up some reason as to why her reports would be in by the evening, instead of the morning; she’d take the lecture, and then she’d buzz off for the actual weekend.

She could still remember the days when work was all she lived for, though the memory felt more and more like a different life. If she’d wanted an ordinary life she would have become an accountant, or a manager or one of the other careers her parents had insisted on, but she had fought for this life. She’d fought to get this far into her career. In every department she moved into she was always “The youngest DI in the division,” and “The most promising young agent,” and all that fluff that felt like it never ever actually led to anything. No increased responsibilities, no increased access, no increased independence; only increased bullshit. Bullshit by the shelf-load.

More forms, more protocol, more insufferable people to answer to, more restrictions but less actual codification (since it was implied that you knew what was expected, but nobody ever verbalised those expectations) and the more gracefully one could contort and bend and smile and speak gibberish, the more one fit in. It was like being stuck in a hellish game of twister, and everything that wasn't a dot was lava.

Here was the rub, ultimately, when it came to Scotland Yard, those who fit in far outpaced those who stood-out in any meaningful way. If someone like Sherlock Holmes, for instance, had tried to join the police force, he wouldn’t have made it even a week. Sherlock did his work by being different and by thinking differently: thinking differently at the Met was a recipe for daily harassment. Sherlock literally walked around with an ex-military bodyguard attached to his slender hip so it wasn’t surprising that he barely noticed.

So Stella was torn, because if she wanted her career at the Met; saving lives, pursuing the course of justice - then she had to toe the delicate line of acceptability. Even when it felt like the other side of that line was exactly where the saving lives and the justice lay. No matter how much she tried, she couldn't make it make sense.

But it had to make sense somehow. Somehow she was missing something.

It was like she constantly had to sacrifice doing the right thing, for the opportunity to keep having the opportunity to do the right thing - knowing that if she ever simply did the right thing, she’d be a failure. And would promptly be treated as such.

Stella was aware that Sally saw her as some sort of righteous hero who spoke up about a bunch of stuff that most agents knew to shut up about; but she didn’t realise just how much Stella did simply let things slide. How much she avoided because she knew that if she looked too closely she’d have to see her own culpability. Her Guilt. Fucking guilt, there was no use pretending that that wasn't what it was.

Their first late night conversation in the van played back in her mind and she felt now that there was a lot she might have said differently. She'd protested too much.

Trying to wrap her mind around the sordidness of it all made her want to punch a wall. Or else just sleep for a week.

She instead fumbled for the flask of tea she’d made for the journey; and washed down her bitter frustration. The tea was persuasively sweet. She’d figure it out, she just had to make sure of some things.

When Sally had still worked at the Yard this had all seemed much easier. No less convoluted by any means, but also not unmanageable. Perhaps it was less that the problems felt smaller but that she felt a bit bigger than them. Detective Hopkins versus the world felt like a joke, but Hopkins and Donovan versus the world was at least a breathtaking game to watch.

As she eased onto the fast lane of another high-way, her mind shifted to Sally’s cold case. The case that had finally pushed her out of the Yard for good was also the case she’d probably fought the hardest for. It was unlike Sally to concede defeat, perhaps that was why she'd ejected herself when a win looked to be impossible.

That case that had twisted her entire life inside out. It lay, like a pandora’s box in a locked cabinet under Stella’s desk and every now and then she riffled through it.

It was nothing spectacular, or out of the ordinary, and she couldn’t see what about it made Sally abandon everything in search for answers - all of a sudden. Children went missing every day. If they were to stick to every case older than 6 years where a child had gone missing and turned up dead in the river, that’s all they would ever do. But they didn’t. Because accidents happened, and people got careless, and some things were just not the Police’s job.

But Sally knew that as well as she did, which meant there was something about the case that she was keeping to herself. Some details that made this case stand out. Somehow she was... missing something.

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Chapter 5 Snippet: For You

[bluebellofbakerstreet]

A-Z Sherlock Fan Fiction Tropes Bingo

Many thanks to @swissmissing for creating this bingo card! Because I'm like that, I decided to go for a blackout bingo! And because, even as I was typing these, I kept thinking of more wonderful fics that would fit the brief, I hope to fill in my bingo card again. Writers are amazing and deserve to be lauded, and I have left off so many amazing fics and authors. Besides, we all need fic recs. 💙

AU/Amnesia The Murder of Emory J Amat by chriscalledmesweetie. Sherlock and John in 1920's AgathaChristieLand. It's a WIP but is currently updating weekly. (52k, T)

BDSM/Bodyswap - Certain Skills by NoStraightLine. John expressly told Sherlock that if he stole his gun again he’d get the fucking he was asking for. Sherlock “Boundaries Are Boring” Holmes stole John’s gun. (3k, E)

Crossover/Crack - Repo Men by Anyawen. In which Mrs Turner's married ones are James Bond and Q. Q is kidnapped; everybody is a BAMF. (7k, G)

Domestic/Disability A Building of Bridges by pengke. Alternate first meeting. No one would ever send Sherlock in to defuse a stand-off; but on one unlikely day, that’s exactly what happened. “Congratulations, Lestrade,” he called out sarcastically. “You’re traumatizing a war veteran.” (11k, G)

Established Relationship/Enemies to Lovers - Interview by bluebellofbakerstreet. In which the boys are in an 80's punk band, and are being interviewed by Rolling Stone. (2k, G)

Future/Fluff 50. Be You - No one Else Can by KittenKin. John's had a bad day and Sherlock doesn't know how to help. They both feel better at the end, and you will, too. (1k, G)

Gen/Genderswap - The Art of Communication by stillwaters01. Lestrade is receiving odd texts from Sherlock; he reads between the lines and brings help. (2k, T)

Historical/Humor - Acceptable Behavior by bbcatemysoul. Sherlock isn't really sure why John wants to shag him, but he's certain that if he's careful to behave properly about it, John can be persuaded to keep doing it. (3k, M)

Illness/imprisonment -  Radioactive Trees in a Red Forest by Maribor_Petrichor. Harrowing account of John's battle with mental health issues and addiction after - you know - everything. (280k, E)

Jealousy/Jilted - Hungry by LipstickDaddy. John can't figure out why Sherlock is being so nice to that new guy working with the yard. (7k, G)

Kids/Kink - The Alchemy of Sea Glass by reveling_in_mayhem. Salt and air and sand surrounded their little party of three. Crashing waves, gull cries, and the exhilarated exclamations of an excited three-year-old served as the soundtrack to a day filled with blue skies and bright sunshine. (22k, E)

Long/Love Triangle The Edinburgh Problem by snorklepie. “A nice holiday, just a bit more...murdery. ” John said drily. “Yes! The best kind of holiday!” Sherlock beamed. “So we won’t get bored!” (152k, E)

Magical Realism/Major Character Death Left by LifeonMars. John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. (45k, M)

NSFW/Next Gen. Warzone by abundantlyqueer. Three smutty stories that pick up where the first two episodes left off. (13k, E)

Omegaverse/Only One Bed - Scars Don't Lie by CumberCurlyGirl. The prospect of going undercover as husbands to a couples retreat is just too enticing to refuse. (33k, M)

Parenthood/Platonic The Man With the Cartier Frames by JRow. Sherlock's top priority is The Work, just as it's always been ... in between trips to Putney to help with Rosie, collecting Rosie from school, and preparing for Rosie's sleepover at Baker Street. (32k, T)

Queer/Quest Dance With Me by TotallySilverGirl. Sherlock's queer quest for johnlock requires dancing, and some help from Sally Donovan. (28k, E)

Retirement/Road Trip - The Winter Garden by Callie4180. As Sherlock nears the end of his career, he's given the gift of a cottage in Sussex. The honey from the beehives out back is amazing. Almost...magical. (31k, T)

Soulmates/Slow Burn Soul Mate by Mottlemoth. Mystrade. The words appeared on Mycroft's arm aged fourteen. He's now lived with the unfortunate words all his life, not certain that he even wishes to meet his soul mate if that's how the man talks. (4k, T)

Teen AU/Time Travel - The Curious Adventure of the Drs Watson by ShinySherlock. What if ACD Watson and BBC Watson switched places? (40k, M)

Undercover/Unrequited - Last Call at the Homesick Pub by Chryse. During the hiatus, Sherlock is both undercover and suffering from unrequited love. (3k, T)

Vampires/Villain POV - Nine Tenths of the Law by bendingsignpost. John knows what's his - of course he'll kill for it. (Modern vampire AU) (18k, M)

Whump/Werewolves When Your Belly’s in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart. The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side. (4k, T)

Xenomorphism/Xmas - Ghost Stories by SwissMiss. Sherlock's parents think he and John are a couple. They might be onto something. (22k, M)

Zombies/Zoomorphism - Aim for the Head by Breath4Soul. Sometimes you don't really find yourself until everything has ended.A fic about finding love, healing, and purpose after everything has gone to hell. Still a WIP, but worth it. (44k, M)

[khorazir]

Ink and watercolour art inspired by the masterful character study What It Can Be by @naefelldaurk (amaruuk). I loved Molly and especially Sally Donovan in this fic, as well as the depiction of the other characters.

[iheardyou]

Fic Rec

The Dead Detective by @discordantwords

I don't know if this copy/paste from AO3 will work or not (sorry if not, I don't know how to do it otherwise)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14400681

Chapters: 9/9

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Sarah Sawyer, Jim Moriarty, Mary Morstan, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Lady Smallwood (Sherlock), Mycroft Holmes, Vivian Norbury, Sally Donovan, Molly Hooper

Additional Tags: Spies & Secret Agents, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Post-Reichenbach, BAMF John Watson, Jumpin Jack Flash Fusion, Fandom Trumps Hate, Don't copy to another site

Summary: John Watson has spent the last three years of his life simply going through the motions. A chance encounter with a man claiming to be a stranded spy changes everything.

Edit: yes right, the copy/paste didn't work

[blogstandbygo]

New fic!

If all goes well, I'll be posting this tomorrow:

Rache (German for Revenge)

How Sally Donovan stopped trusting Sherlock, and how she trusted him again.

Uploading to AO3 tomorrow! Let me know if you want to be tagged.

[meetinginsamarra]

The Curious Case of the Casablanca Killer

Deemed a three at best, the case of an invisible burglar in a historic cinema who stole nothing only caught Sherlock’s attention because he was bored. Also, he wanted to do John a favour. In the end, this proved to be a real stroke of luck. Otherwise, Sherlock would have missed an intriguing mystery that quickly ramped up in complexity.

The fic is complete and betaed.

Updates every Wednesday and Sunday.

chapter 7 is up on AO3 !

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“Here they come,” John called out, “the police car has just driven up at the curb.” He had been sent downstairs to the foyer and given the task to keep watching out for Lestrade’s arrival while Sherlock looked at the video footage with Peter.

Through the door entered Sally Donovan with a grumpy looking Phillip Anderson in tow.

Sherlock pulled a face upon seeing them. However, he had expected their presence. What he had not expected though was Lestrade’s absence. To Sherlock’s immense disappointment and frustration, he realized that he would have to deal with these two without the DI who tolerated and respected Sherlock much more.

The dislike of each other’s presence was palpable and mutual. While Sally just stared for a moment, Anderson immediately began to rail at Sherlock.

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John x reader - do I make you nervous?

A/N: so I decided on John for this fic because there’s not enough of my little hedgehog man!💜

Slamming the door to your car, you walked over to the crime scene only to be stopped by your least favourite detective who held his hand up, stopping you in your tracks.

“Absolutely not, not dressed like that. Get away from my crime scene.”

Rolling your eyes, you leant back a little, crossing your arms over your chest as you titled your head up a little, keeping eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong with the way I’m dressed Bitcherson?”

“It’s Anderson! Jesus Christ how can a police officer be so childish?” He hissed.

You smirked just a little.

“Uhm.. Lestrade… who’s that?” John asked softly.

Lestrade turned to where John was pointed and cursed under his breath.

“Sally get them away from each other!”

“Why, lest them put Anderson in his place, he’s hardly worth the air he breaths.” Sherlock said.

They all began to make their way over, hoping the scene wouldn’t escalate any further than it already was.

“Why call you that? You are the embodiment of a bitch, so I’m not really lying am I?”

“Get out of my crime scene.” He warned.

“Or what? What’re you gonna do? Lay a hand on me I dare you, I’m just itching to punch your stupid little face.”

Before Anderson could reply he was pulled away by Donovan, and Lestrade pushed you back a few steps by your shoulder.

“Come on, I was just play!” You smirked.

“No you weren’t, last you said that you sent him to the hospital!”

You shrugged a little.

“Not my fault he’s got a punchable face Greg.”

“(Y/N)!” Lestrade snapped.

You smirked and raised your hands as you took a few steps back towards the tape.

“Seriously, he looks like a rat. Sherlock back me up, doesn’t he look like a rat?”

“They’re right.” Sherlock nodded.

“Sherlock!” John scolded.

You laughed a little, stuffing your hands into the pockets of your jeans as you rocked back and forth on your feet.

Humming a little you looked up at the street sign before pointing at it.

“Hey moron, what does that street sign say?” You called.

Anderson looked over at it.

“Oh no, you’re not.. you can’t be serious! Lestrade!”

Lestrade also look at the sign and so did John looked a little confused.

“I don’t understand, what’s wrong with this street?” He asked.

“(Y/N) and Anderson don’t work well together, so since (Y/N) is a good detective.. though their methods are… questionable… they get point on anything they want on this part of the city.” Lestrade sighed.

You turned to John, a little smirk on your face as you offered him a knock bow before holding your hand out.

“Detective inspector (Y/N) (L/N), pleasure to meet you.”

“Uhm.. j..John Watson…”

He nervously shook your hand and you smiled a little at him before you pulled your hand away from him and held your hand in the air, gesturing for a small group of officers behind you to move forward.

“Lestrade get the rat and his girlfriend out of my crime scene thanks.”

You heard the two protesting but they couldn’t argue and they just stormed away.

“So does this mean case over?” John asked.

“No, (Y/N) couldn’t care less we’re here. Actually they involve me in all of their cases, keeps me busy and gives them time to get on everyone’s nerves.”

“Yup!” You grinned.

Sherlock went back to what he was doing and you waited for him to finish before you began working on the investigation.

John wasn’t sure what to do, so he just stood back and out of the way, slightly scared of you.

After the first meeting he saw you a lot, and he realised how different you really were compared to everyone.

Even after knowing you for a few months he was still scared of you, and it was something everyone could easily pick up on.

While they were at the station talking to Lestrade John watched as you walked past, swinging something between your fingers.

“Hey Watson.”

“Oh.. Uhm.. hi…” he mumbled nervously.

Donovan smirked at that and walked over, standing next to him.

“You’re really scared of them? You, the big, bad soldier?”

“What? No!”

“Oh you so are, you’re really scared of them!” Donovan laughed.

She began to make fun of John for being scared of you. Saying how he shouldn’t be scared since he was a soldier and had faced much worth.

Anderson started to join in and Sherlock looked over.

“Oh shut up you two.” Sherlock snapped.

“Or what freak? What’ll you do?” Donovan said.

“Guys enough!”

Everyone started bickered and you walked over, standing next to john as you carried on twirling whatever it was you had in your hands.

He looked at you then at what you were messing with and it clicked.

“Is that a knife?!” He shouted.

“Pocket knife, for cases and emergencies.”

You turned to the other bickering.

“Oi idiots.”

They all stopped.

“Who the hell keeps giving them the knife back?!” Donovan yelled.

You smirked and took a daring step forward and Lestrade quickly stepped in front of you, but you didn’t even look at him, your eyes were glued to Donovan and Anderson.

“How have you not been fired your unstable freak?!”Anderson yelled.

“Because I’m hot obviously. Now, what were you lot saying about Watson? Huh?”

The two shared a look and you narrowed your eyes.

“You think it’s funny to mock a soldier? A man who risked his life of this people? Huh? You think that’s funny? C’mere and let’s see how funny it is.”

Anderson scoffed.

“You won’t do anything. Especially not here, especially not with that.”

“Wanna find out?”

Anderson quickly hid behind Donovan and you laughed loudly, step away from Lestrade and he held his hand out to you so you handed over the little knife.

He put it in his pocket.

“We’re talking about this, my office in an hour.” He said sternly.

“Bitch you’re not my boss.”

“(Y/N)!”

You raised your hands and backed away with a smile on your face and turned to John who was grinning a little.

“You’re the embodiment of trouble (Y/N) they’re going to fire you one day.” Sherlock said.

“Would they Sherlock? Would they really? Lestrade is my handler and I’m yours so in a way they really can’t otherwise nothing would get done here.”

“That’s true.” He shrugged.

He went back to finish his conversation and you turned back to John.

“Did they bother you? I can punch Anderson if you want?”

“By the looks of it you don’t need a reason to punch him.” John chuckled.

“You’re right, I don’t.”

You spun around and started to walk away and John realised where you were going.

“(Y/N) don’t!” He yelled.

Lestrade whipped his head up and watched as you jumped over a desk, tapping Anderson on shoulder, you waited for him to turn around before taking a swing.

You hit him in the face, watching as he went stumbling to the ground.

“(Y/N)!” Lestrade yelled.

He went to run after you but you easily dodged him.

“Fuck around and find out bitch! Don’t fuck with soldiers!” You yelled.

You grabbed your jacket and bag and walked back over to John, patting him on the cheek.

“I’m not that scary.” You smirked.

With that you waltzed away and John just watched your form leave.

John didn’t see or hear anything about you for a few days until there was a knock on the flat door, and when he opened it you were stood there.

You had a split lip, the remains of a bloodied nose and a small cut on your cheek.

“Bloody hell what did you do?”

John took your arm and led you in, sitting you in his chair he went to grab everything he needed and brought it over.

He grabbed a table over and sat on it as he started to clean up your face.

“I had to have a meeting this morning about punching that idiot in the face.”

“And you punched yourself in the face?” He asked.

You laughed a little and shook your head, looking around the flat.

“(Y/N) keep your head still.”

John tried to carry on cleaning your wounds but you wouldn’t sit still, so he reached out and grasped your jaw between his fingers forcing you to look at him.

“No, he kept running his mouth, so I punched him. He punched me back. Jokes on him, he has a broken nose.”

“You can’t just go around punching people.” He sighed.

He cleaned the cut on your cheek and set everything down and looked at you.

Then he realised that he was still holding your jaw between his fingers and quickly let go.

“Do I scare you Watson?” You mused.

“N…no…”

He quickly got up and started to clean everything and you titled your head back to look at him as he tossed everything in the bin and put the small medical kit away.

“Are you sure?” You hummed.

“I.. i.. I’m sure…” he stuttered.

You stood up, and he walked over, quickly walking past you to stand in the doorway to the hallway and you looked at him.

He did anything to looked at you and you walked over, standing in front of him and he moved away pressing his back to the wall.

You placed your arm on the wall, resting your head on it as you smirked to yourself.

You loved pissing off Anderson sure.

But making John all flustered and Embarrassed? That was a whole fun new game for you.

You loved flirting with him, watching as he got all embarrassed and refused to look at you and stuttered, you found it cute.

“I don’t bite Watson.”

“Maybe not, but you punch, and apparently you’re willing to stab?”

“Nah that’s more for fun, but I do punch. But… I wouldn’t punch you.”

“Have you punched Sherlock?”

“Yeah, but it’s Sherlock. Everyone’s punched him at least once.”

John laughed and turned around, leaning against the wall as he looked at you, a shy smile on his face and you smiled back.

“Still scared of me?” You said softly.

“I.. I wasn’t scared of you…” he whispered.

“Then what are you?”

He shrugged a little and you walked over, placing your finger under his chin, you made him look at you and he swallowed nervously.

“Okay… maybe a little scared…” he whispered.

“Do I make you nervous John…?”

John nodded his head and you hummed, leaning in, you softly kissed his cheek and pulled away as the door opened and you looked at him.

“You’re cute John, if you want a different kind of kind then the boring bar or dinner dates let me know.”

You let him go and walked away, saying hit to Sherlock before you left the flat and John stood there for s minute before walking over to his chair and slowly sitting down.

“So they finally asked you out?” Sherlock said.

“W.. what…?”

“(Y/N) finally asked you out. What did you say?”

“I Uhm.. I didn’t have a chance to reply.”

“They slipped their number in your pocket, they’ve been hitting in your for weeks John seriously how did you not notice?”

“I.. what..?”

Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes as he turned to his friend.

“Seriously? Are you that blind you couldn’t tell they were hitting on you? Just agree to the date I know you want to.”

“I hardly know anything about them!”

“Isn’t that what dates are for? Getting to know people?”

John rolled his eyes this time.

“They said they punched you before.”

“They’re a little unhinged, absolutely unpredictable, everything about them and what they do and how they work is unorthodox. It’s what makes them so entertaining to work with, it’s never a straight line when you’re with them, they’ll leave you second guessing everything.”

John nodded along as Sherlock told him some more about you.

“Just call them already, I know you’re going to do it. May as well do it now.”

“I need to think about it.”

John got up and walked it his room, closing the door he rummaged through his pockets to find the little slip of paper that you slipped in there and he stared at your number.

You made him nervous, and in a way scared him, but yet when he looked at you he felt a rush of adrenaline go through his body, like he was about to risk his life for a stunt.

You were so different from all the people he had dated before, he was used to calm, predictable.

Maybe a new thing was good for him? Maybe that’s what he needed in his life?

Sure, he had Sherlock and that was an adventure enough, but John was just drawn to you.

He thought for a moment before nodding to himself.

He wanted something new, he wanted to experience something new, add a little bit of fun to his life and he felt like you could help him with that.

So he dialled your number and held the phone to his ear waiting anxiously as it rang

[watsons-busted-kneecap]

✨️Monstrorum AU Masterpost✨️

A Sherlock AU in 2024? More possible than you think. (2016 me has broken out of the mental cage like a rapid dog lmao)

Hello! Welcome to this absolute mess. Got a fic idea that quickly spiraled, you know how it be.

As you've likely guessed, this AU is in a world where Supernatural/Mythical creatures walk out in the daylight alongside humans! This means the world's a whole lot different in some ways, and in others, not at all.

Any info or lore about creatures in this au are either inspired by something, have actual history that's been utilized, or I pulled whatever is going on completely out of my ass as I went about my merry way worldbuilding. Take anything that happens with an entire salt mine! Don't be afraid to ask questions or make suggestions! I'm just having a good time man, none of this is terribly serious lmao.

If you're curious about anything, have suggestions, etc don't be afraid to holler in my Asks. They're always open o7

Now onto the lists aye? Always keep an eye on this post if you want to stay updated on the au, new things will be added randomly as time goes on.

Creature Info

Monstrum List • Naga/Nagini • Vampires • Werewolves • Harpies • Sirens • Poltergeists • Spirits • Ghosts • Fae (List) •

Character Info

Dr. John Watson • Sherlock Holmes • Mycroft Holmes • DI Greg Lestrade • Ms. Hudson • DS Sally Donovan • Philip Anderson •

World Info

New Scotland Yard Monstrum Homicide Division • Monstrorum/Monstrum, Monstrum Descent, Monstrum Renatus, & Humans • How Does Monstrum Inheritance Work? • Wizards, Sorcerers, Warlocks, Oh My •

Monstrorum AU Art Posts

Grumpy Sherlock •

Monstrorum AU Fic Links

Memento Vivere • Memento Mori • Memento Homo

[trivalentlinks]

thinking again about this one bbc sherlock comment-fic i read once from the comments section of a livejournal post that i can't find anymore, but i think about basically all the time

so in the first episode of bbc sherlock, when these two cops sally donovan and philip anderson are introduced, sherlock has an exchange to this effect with anderson:

sherlock: I see your wife's out of town anderson: how'd you know? sherlock: your deodorant told me. it's for men. anderson: of course it's for men--I'm wearing it sherlock: so is sergeant donovan. and i'm guessing she scrubbed your floors going by the state of her knees.

anyway the fic was set the previous night, and the premise was that anderson had severe ocd that only the presence of his wife could really soothe for him, so since his wife was out of town, it was flaring up really bad.

thus donovan had come over to help him settle his ocd, but she couldn't, because she's not the kind of person who knows what to say in that situation, so instead she just helped him scrub his already clean floors, and hoped that it really helped and he wasn't just saying it helped to make her feel better

and i don't know, i think about this fic all the time. donovan on her knees next to anderson, not knowing the right words to say, just being there and scrubbing those already pristine floors, and hoping that it helps at least a little,

gosh, i'm tearing up again thinking about it

my own bbc sherlock fic has more than 10,000 kudos, but it's empty candy, and honestly kind of silly if you think about it, not to mention way ooc (it's crack fic, so this is mostly intentional)

but this little comment-fic someone probably wrote in a few minutes that i read on an LJ comment section once has stuck with me for more than a decade

[inevitably-johnlocked]

how about some general sherlock taking care of john fics? (am scrolling through your list of ready to post lists for stuff that catches my eye)

Hi Lovely!

AHHHH I'm so glad you picked something from my list because it makes my weekends so much easier, hahah. I absolutely am happy to share this next part with you!! Enjoy!!

JOHN WHUMP / SHERLOCK TAKES CARE OF JOHN Pt 4

See also:

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John Pt. 2

John Whump / Sherlock Takes Care of John Pt. 3

John Whump with Guilty Sherlock

Three Garridebs Moment

John Has Cancer

Colds, Fevers, and Flus

The Four Incidents by TheGirlWithRedHair22 (K+, 1,064 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, John Whump, Accident, John POV, Hand Holding, Worried Sherlock, Sherlock’s Self Esteem) – The first time John was present when someone insulted Sherlock, he brushed it off as a strange coincidence.

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by  Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun.

Here to Stay by MockJayPhoenix12 (K, 1,574 w., 1 Ch. || Post Reunion, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, Headache, Bed Sharing, Care Taker Sherlock, Hand Holding, Fluff) – On Sherlock's first day home, John wakes with a migraine.

The 3x John Carried Sherlock, and Once ViceVersa by  ShinkonoKokoro (K+, 1,673 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friendship, Three and One, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Worried Sherlock, John Gets Shot) – It happens more than he suspects.

Study in John by chappysmom (K+, 2,158 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiP, POV John, Introspection, Friendship, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, John’s Limp) – After the events of "A Study in Pink," John lies on the couch in Baker Street and thinks about the whirlwind events of the day. What is he getting himself into?

A Room of One's Own by whitchry9 (K+, 2,174 w., 5 Ch. || S2 Timeline, Hurt/Comfort, Supernatural, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Coma, John Whump, Worried Sherlock, POV John, Angst, Friendship/Bromance, Hospital) – When a severe head injury lands John in a coma, somehow he ends up in Sherlock's mind palace. It's actually pretty nice there, and John is entertaining the notion of staying there, rather than returning to his broken body. But Sherlock isn't taking it as well, and John can feel him breaking around him.

Spilt Milk by Erin Giles(K+, 2,222 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Hurt/Comfort) – John comes back from a trip to the supermarket only to take a trip up the stairs. Both shopping and blood are spilled leaving Sherlock to play the role of Doctor.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Established Relationship, Sherlock/Sally Friendship, Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Study in Sherlock by chappysmom (K+, 3,790 w., 1 Ch. || ASiP, Friendship, Introspection, Anxious Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Caring Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock) – Sherlock's thoughts and feelings during A Study in Pink. What DID he think of John, and why was he being so NICE?

When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart (T, 4,743 w., 1 Ch. || PTSD, Character Study, Rescue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Torture, Trauma, Danger, Drama, Kidnapping/Captivity) – The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

A Study in Linguistics by rizandace (T, 12,425 w., 1 Ch. || S1 Canon Compliant/S2 Divergence, Friendship, Slices of Life, Communication, Cranky Sherlock, Hospitals, Sherlock Whump, Pet Cat, Jealous John, Sherlock’s Violin, Anxious Sherlock, John Whump) – Sherlock Holmes and John Watson had their own language. It was a language of few words and minute facial expressions, and John had learned that it was nearly the only way to have an honest conversation with his eccentric flat mate.

Rupert Street by WritingOutLoud (M, 27,262 w., 9 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting || Case Fic, Sexuality, Demisexual Sherlock, Drugging, Smart John, Sherlock Has Internalized Biphobia, Fluff, Angst with Happy Ending, Gay Bar, Flirting, John Manipulates Sherlock to Eat, John Deduces, Arguments, Kidnapping/Torture, Hospitalization, John Whump) – Discharged from the war with nothing but the clothes on his back and a realisation of his bisexuality, John Watson has to learn who he’s become. He can’t afford London on an army pension, but the city is the only friend he has. In an effort to understand his newfound queer identity, he heads to a bar one night, where he stumbles across a mysterious stranger who turns his life upside down. ‘I dug around inside myself, and I'm not quite sure what I found, but it was beautiful and terrifying all at the same time.’

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

Breakable by MissDavis (E, 117,627 w., 34 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE, WiP || Established Relationship, Major Character Injury, Fluff/Angst, Depression, Paralysis/Disabilities, Hurt/Comfort, POV Sherlock, Mental Health Issues, Drug Use, 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

[amyreadsandstresses]

AMY'S DAILY FIC REC

BBC Sherlock fics, here we go:

*Easier With You - finlinesatllite

3k, 1/1, Johnlock, PTSD, Post Reich, Hurt/Comfort

In the weeks after he was discharged, Sherlock was still different. He trembled more, he winced more, and every time there was a loud noise he flinched and braced himself against whatever furniture he was standing near. And during the slow, mournful melodies played on the violin, sometimes John was forced to stop whatever he was doing, his heart sinking in his chest as Sherlock's emotional and physical agony filtered out into the air.

*Ideal Father - Honeybeebatch (reread now on ao3, previously FF.NET)

195k, 66/100, feels complete, Johnlock, Mystrade, Parentlock, Dysfunctional Holmes Family, Paternal Greg Lestrade, Holmes Brothers Feels

Sherlock's life is turned upside down when he finds a baby on the doorstep to 221B; his baby. He surprises everybody and himself with his natural abilities as a single parents but raising a child always has it's challenges. Luckily enough he's not alone.

*Just Our Hands Clasped So Tight - MythAnd

11k, 1/1, Johnlock, Fluff and Smut, Minor Violence

In which John Watson makes a brilliant discovery - namely, if you pet Sherlock's hair, he shuts up.

*Minutia - thesignsofserbia (locked to ao3)

24k, 4/4, Victor Trevor/Sherlock Holmes, Ambiguously Happy Ending, Post Reich, Sherlock centric

He remembers night after night spent shivering in the dark, trying desperately to hold the pieces of his flesh together, terrified to utter a single word in case they heard him. He’d sworn to himself then that they’d never make him talk, not for anything.

So no, he doesn’t have to speak. Sherlock doesn’t have to do anything. He’s done.

*Floaters In My Eyes (or Five Times Sherlock Woke Up Alone And One Time He Didn't) - MythAnd

8k, 1/1, R/NC, Johnlock, Angst, Happy Ending, Neuroatypical Sherlock

When Sherlock wakes up, he's always alone. Until he isn't.

*Dawn is Coming (Open Your Eyes) - MythAnd (reread)

4k, 1/1, Johnlock Post Reich, PTSD, Non Linear, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Sally Donovan, Reactive Mutism

John last heard Sherlock’s voice five hundred and fifty-six days ago.

*Thunderstruck - Mona_Lisa

5k, 1/1, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Hurt Sherlock, Hurt/Comfort, Childhood Trauma, Panic Attacks

A terrible thunderstorm hits London. John wakes up in the middle of the night and discovers that something is wrong with Sherlock.

*Caesura - emilycare

36k, 10/10, Johnlock, Rosie Watson, Parentlock, Past Mary, Gay Sherlock Holmes, Love Confession, Friends to Lovers, Past Angst, Soft Everything

The violin is a retreat that eases the quiet of Sherlock Holmes' solitude. It also speaks for him when he cannot bridge the gaps his defenses create. Moments when music helps Sherlock reach out or let others in, like his stalwart flatmate and, in time, the doctor's daughter.

*The Towel - MutedSilence

2k, 1/1, Johnlock, Domestic Fluff, Pride, Gay Sherlock, Bisexual John

John and Sherlock have been living together for just about a year in this. Sherlock is given a towel from Mycroft for his birthday.

*the curious case of the sleepwalking detective - simplyclockwork

1k, 1/1, Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Rosie Watson, Sleepwalking, Light Angst

Sherlock sleepwalks and his nightmares worsen the condition. Strangely enough, his nightmares bring him and John closer.

*An Addition of Love - Schattengestalt

11k, 1/1, Johnlock, Baby Watson, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

Sherlock and John spend Christmas Eve together at Baker Street. They both want this Christmas to be perfect, but they are still surprised when it turns out even better than they both have envisioned it.

*Indiosyncrasies - oleanderhoney

30k, 10/10, Johnlock, OCD, Pre and Post Reich, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Feels, Slash

John always knows what Sherlock needs. He is there to pick up the pieces when Sherlock kills a man in cold blood.

In the aftermath of Reichenbach, Sherlock comes back broken almost beyond repair. This is a story of how John and Sherlock fix each other.

*Behind closed Doors - Schattengestalt

8k, 2/2, Johnlock, Domestic Fluff, Post Reich, So Soft, Hurt/Comfort

Sherlock and John are finally together. Everything should be perfect for the new couple but John fears that Sherlock is hiding something from him. Something important.

*Paper Men - lurikko

13k, 9/9, Johnlock, Smut and Fluff

Sherlock knows John likes sex.

*Wait Till Victor Comes - J_Baillier

9k, 1/1, A MASTERPIECE, Ghosts, Post Eurus, Victor Trevor, Kid Sherlock, Kid Mycroft, Grief, Autism Spectrum, Family Drama

"Lots of children process grief the way Sherlock is now doing – by creating imaginary friends," the child psychiatrist tells them at a family meeting. "It's completely harmless."

Mycroft isn't sure at all about that.

[moodywritesmoody]

“There they are,” Ella said with a low laugh.

Cresting over a hill lined with beeches was the small van that converted into the camping set-up for mobile Casa del Stally - Sally hated when Janine called them Stally; Stella loved it, in part because it annoyed Sally - the van rolled to a gentle stop beside Ella’s larger and more professional camping van.

Sally hopped out of the driver’s side all smiles, her brown boots landing with a foop on the grass, outstretched arms saying everything she needed to say.

Stella, not to be out-done, leaped out of the passenger side and launched into a bold rendition of “Oh what a beautiful morning.”

“Good afternoon, Stella. Sally, how are you, love?” Ella embraced the two arrivals and they shuffled over to Janine; squeezing the last dregs of London out of her too.

With their arrival, their collective was complete and the midweek weekend could begin in earnest.

… ….. … ….. … ….. … ….. … ….. … ….. … ….. … ….. …

But first, Total silence; for one hour. That was the one and only recurring rule for their camping club.. It had to be done, if they didn’t want their two nights of peace to become a place to endlessly ruminate on the problems they tried to leave behind in London.

Their first camping trip together had proved it necessary. When you had a combination such as they were - Stella who vocalised her anxiety in every way short of expressing what actually worried her, Sally who withdrew so far within that she became completely absent, Ella who got testy in emotionally chaotic situations, and Janine herself who absorbed every other person's emotional spillover and concluded the two days more exhausted than rested - you needed some version of mental zoomies.

So for one hour they would sit, and wring all the most dribbly thoughts out. They could give especially tricky quandaries the attention they demanded and reckon with as many of the pent up feelings as they could manage.

After that: freedom. Any feelings that needed airing out could be expressed, or put away if they didn’t feel like talking about it; either way the pressure valve eased considerably for everyone in attendance. It was yet another brilliant idea from Ella, who as a therapist also tried to leave her work at home; but she still always knew just the thing to say or to do when situations got a bit tense. There was also the benefit of her age; more life experience. Janine tended to feel a bit like a fool around her, but considering Ella sought her out and kept her around willingly, she couldn’t be all that bad, right? If there was one thing Janine had learned about Ella so far, it was her commitment to not being where she didn’t have interest in being. A very very enviable strength that Janine imitated - when she remembered to.

Janine glanced around at the three other women sitting in camping chairs facing the sun, watching it sink farther behind the deep green of the hills, while the sky went from pale blue, to peachy pink, to ripe red; and finally the deepening blue of the night. Even under the same miraculous sky, she suspected they all saw it very differently. She was curious how their thoughts were playing out. Stella liked to listen to music with headphones during her hour of silence, saying it helped streamline her thinking, but everyone else sat listening to the sounds of the stream, and the crickets, and the distant town traffic. Sometimes Janine envied them their worries, she was sure they were more exciting than hers - afterall they’d all chosen such exciting lives. Janine had to manufacture her excitement.

Not that her life was completely dull, whenever she related bits of it she could tell that her experiences were unusual as far as experiences went; so it only mystified her more that she felt so grossly uninterested by her daily life.

Ever since she’d finally gathered her big girl panties and quit being a Corporate PA to focus on writing full time; it had felt like she was searching for the special something that would be the source of her creative fountain. She needed more than just creativity and wit, she needed inspiration.

She could tell because for the last year, she’d write a few odd characters and try to create wild and uncommon circumstances for them to be played in; but time after time, it all just felt cheap, and contrived – she was imitating writing, and not writing in a real way. Who the fuck would care about their silly situations, she’d think every time, she could barely get herself to care.

Now Janine was hardly an idiot, she had some idea about where the blockage might lay. While writers didn’t absolutely need twisted or mind bending lives to have interesting things to write about, they at least needed some kind of fire for their own life. A burning problem for which their own stories were just simulations. After-all, weren’t they just sharing all the things within them that were overflowing? Janine churned, sure, but she didn’t have any kind of flow at all.

All she knew for sure was that for as long as she could remember, there was nothing she enjoyed more than stories; whether it was her Grandmother’s old Iranian folk tales or whatever serialised TV show played after school, Janine latched onto them like they could give her life its meaning. Both then and now, she was clearly enchanted by something, she just wished she knew what it was.

Perhaps when their hour was over she might pick Ella’s brain… or she might not. Ella would probably just probe at her dating life again; and there was nothing there but a series of failures - the perfect fodder for trauma analysis probably.

But Janine didn’t want to talk about her love life anymore. She was afraid of what Ella would discover, because she knew her friend; even if she weren’t a trained therapist, she had an eerie knack for seeing to the heart of the matter and standing right next to it as the both of you looked at it - even if she didn’t point at or mention it. Ella made her honest, and sometimes honesty hurt her, and scared her.

Wow Janine, could this possibly be the mysterious thing blocking your creativity that you refuse to address? This door that says ‘Danger, do not Open,’ this couldn’t be important could it?

She knew, at least, that part of why she couldn’t understand was because she didn’t want to. Perhaps her self awareness was itself the problem. If she weren’t self aware, she at least had a chance of tripping into a solution in disguise: her true self under a trench coat. Accidental confrontation.

She glanced at their designated hourglass where it was perched on a camping table, it was almost completely poured out. But she wasn’t sure how to conclude a thought that she already turned in circles day in and day out. It never really had an end; only some compromise that gave her temporary peace.

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Chapter 2 Snippet: Fucking Silence