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"Watson," Holmes said to me once, in that bed, "I believe that affection cannot be allowed into the workings of a logical mind. It causes a man to wholly lose sight of his aims. But you are my colleague and friend; you make no demands I would not answer. I now understand that affection for you does not impair my reason. It improves it."

"You often observe me," I answered. "What do you find?"

"I deduce nothing you are unaware of."

"I give you leave to act on your deductions."

He kissed me, broken as I was, and tightened his arm around me.

The Rational Mind - Sam_Storyteller

Fic rec: History, Repeating Itself by gyzym

If you have not read History, Repeating Itself by  then you are seriously not living life to its full potential. I just emerged after a binge session, just about gasping for air. IT’S AMAZING. I think someone at the con told me to read it - I wish I could remember the context. Anyway -

45,500 words, 10 chapters. John and Sherlock as you’ve never seen them before. The best fucking narrator I’ve just about ever met. And their chemistry is delicious. 

I don’t know if authors want to hear this or not - is it a compliment? But this story could 100% be name-swapped and repackaged as original fiction and be a fucking hit. (The only downside being that then we’d lose the delightful ‘everyone matches the ACD canon and it’s all one big delightful coincidence’ injoke that carries through, and that really is a gem and a half.)


He looked me over. There’s something about Holmes’ stare—I noticed it even then—that makes a man slightly uncomfortable. How can I properly…okay. Imagine you’re in class, right? And you get that creepy feeling at the back of your neck, like someone’s watching you. So you turn around and look, but no one’s there, and you feel crazy but the sensation doesn’t go away, and you start wondering where this little fucker is hiding, because obviously someone is staring at you? You’re there with me? Okay, now multiply it by six and then add the idea that someone is dissecting your brain from the inside out, and then you’ve got what it’s like when Holmes starts with the scrutiny.

I coughed. He looked away.

"Right," he said, "time for a drink."

"It’s two in the afternoon."

"Well, you can’t expect me to move in with a guy without knowing what he’s like after a couple of beers," Holmes said. "I’d ask you to buy me dinner first, but I get the impression you might hit me."

"Astute," I murmured, and he laughed.

Started the day with a lovely bit of Victorian Holmes/Watson PWP (Still, I Shiver, by tweedisgood, a favorite), and now I just want to sit at home and write porn. Instead have to go to work… most inconvenient. 

Cracks in the Wall ›



Author: Sweetcupncakes

Summary: ”The day of the funeral is cruel in its ordinariness. The sun hides behind bleached wisps of clouds, the air is lukewarm on his skin, the ground stubbornly refuses to consume John from the feet up.” After losing his mother to illness, John’s family must figure out how to move on with life. John finds comfort in a place he never expected.

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Minor character death, grief themes after loss of a parent, bullying, an attempted assault, sexual activity between stepbrothers

Word Count: 83,015


From the submitter, sherlockdoesajumpkiss: I had to create a Tumblr just so I could submit this fic.  I really can’t express enough how touching and wholesome and realistically this story is written.  I was admittedly wary when I saw the basic plot by three sentences in, I was sold no matter what happened.  This is unlike any teenlock I’ve read.  The way John struggles throughout the story with his grief that arrives in bright flares of vivid imagery, it’s poetic and convincing.  It’s grief exactly how we all know it, and it’s written so beautifully. Sherlock and John are absolutely recognizable as the characters we know them to be.  Even though the story (minus the epilogue) is written exclusively in John’s POV, you have a perfect sense of Sherlock and how he feels/thinks/acts. I love this teenlock because john and Sherlock are treated with maturity, they’re not made simple because they’re young, and the writer gives true respect to those strong strong strong feelings we experience in our teen years.

All in all…Amazing. I was truly stunned when I finished reading it. It belongs on the shelf next to fandom classics like PiaLR and 221 Bravo Baker. Emotionally fufilling, complex, hot (did I mention socklock??) and does not skirt hard topics such as loss, bullying, and the scary reality of assault.  Can we just talk about it forever? 

ithinkthereforeisherlock: I’ve been reading this fic since the first chapter was posted, so this is a review that went pretty quickly from submission to being posted on the blog! Like I’ve said numerous times on the blog before, sweetcupncakes (vaginal-diabetus on Tumblr) is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors in the Sherlock fandom. Her stories are heartfelt, touching, sweet without being sickly fluffy, and just so wonderfully well-characterized. Cracks in the Wall is no exception - I’m not usually into teenlock, but I’m subscribed to sweetcupncakes and decided to give it a try anyway - this one just grabbed me and wouldn’t let go. 

Like the submitter said, the premise of this story seems immediately OOC and unbelievable: John’s father marries Sherlock’s mother after John’s mother dies, and Sherlock/Mycroft/John/Harry become step-siblings. (What?!) I got to that bit of the story and my reaction was definitely one of confusion and trepidation as to where the story was going, but oh man, did the author deliver!

My favorite part of this story is probably that we can see the younger versions of exactly the same characters we see in canon, but with rougher edges - that’s not always easy for an author to portray! I think teenlock fics pose a special challenge for authors in that they have to realistically deviate from canon characterization, because it’s actually more unrealistic that Sherlock was, well, always the Sherlock we see on the show. Sweetcupncakes is a master at this - in CitW, you can see the beginnings of Sherlock-and-John-as-we-know-them, but the story itself is wonderfully unique. This is a special one, for sure. Highly recommended and tagged under favorite fics.

That was the fastest fic-to-review I’ve ever gotten, and now I’m rolling in the feels.  Let’s do a jump kiss guys.

this fic is delicious and I highly recommend it!

Fic recs - Reunion fics

(note: I just found this buried in my drafts folder - now that we’re post S3, I’m not sure if anyone’s back to reading reunion fic, but hey, I did all this work so they must be worth a look, right? )


So, The Reunion. Kiss? Hug? Punch? Crying? Fainting? Lots of yelling? What’s your favorite treatment? Here are a few approaches that touched me, for various reasons.

A Thousand Apologies by Anonymous (kink meme fill)

His reunion with John was possibly the most dramatic thing either of them had ever experienced. And through absolutely no fault of Sherlock’s, it happened at a crime scene, in the middle of the street, in front of about twenty police officers.

“I tried to call you,” Sherlock said numbly, because he had to say something, because John was just staring at him. “Your mobile was dead. It went straight to voicemail.”

John continued to stare at him.

Seventeen by consultingcenturion

“I love you,” he said, louder now, with more resolve. He’d find a way to tell John as many times as he could before the doctor fled; he’d find his way to hell with those words on his tongue. “I did all I could to fully protect you, because I love you.

Bedtime Stories by liketheriver

I unwrap the skull from its packaging and place it back on its regular spot on the mantel. Just the skull. The skull and the ash tray and the dressing gown are all I need. An hour later, I slip the pack of cigarettes underneath the skull. By the time Mrs. Hudson brings up tea, I’m standing in a dressing gown a few inches too long for more, ankle deep in a pile of crumbled pages from The Guardian next to an empty cardboard box, and surrounded by a collection of treasures that make me want to weep as much as they make me feel completely at home.

[The post-RF doesn’t start until about halfway though, but trust me, the rest is fantastic as well and worth it for the set up.]

Exactly What He Wants to See by

The final surprise comes when John is just beginning to recover from the last. He is at the police station, because Lestrade has called him in to look at a body. In his kind, slightly awkward way, Lestrade is trying to throw John a lifeline. He wants to distract John from his thoughts with danger, and John is more than willing to try it. However, the case is a straightforward crime of passion, and John cannot help hearing echoes of Sherlock in his head. “Dull. Why isn’t anything ever interesting?”

It was interesting when you were here, John thinks.

All This Longing by belovedmuerto

It’s been nearly three months since the day Sherlock knocked on his door. Since Sherlock stood in his not-really-a-lounge in his tiny flat, too alive to be there, too vibrant for this drab flat, for John’s ugly furniture, for the space in his head, since Sherlock stood and fidgeted with his phone and tried, stammering in a way John hadn’t thought possible, to explain why.

Nearly three months since Sherlock said, desperately, voice shaking, “I’m sorry, John.”

Since John had walked him to the door (herded him, really) and said, very sensibly, “Fuck you, Sherlock,” before shutting it on him.

Some nights, John dreams of the surprised look on Sherlock’s face. He wakes up somewhere between laughter and tears.

Taghairm by dogpoet

Longing for a landscape as desolate as he feels, he returns to the home of his ancestors, a cold, foggy, gorse-ridden, rocky, hummocky land. A land where people wear jumpers as thick as armour, jumpers felted with water and lanolin until the wool stands up on its own.

There is a legend in the Highlands: taghairm. Sometimes used to raise the dead.

He inquires in Kylesku, and he finds a man, Dougal Keairn, who will help him.

“Are you certain?”

“Yes,” John says, needful.

“Hope you’re not afraid of the devil,” Keairn cautions. “We’re about to call him.”

The Deepest Secret Nobody Knows (Anon Holmestice fill)

John sees him the moment he steps out of the door, and for a fleeting moment, Sherlock can see conflicting emotions play on his face. Joy, pain, weariness. Finally, weariness seems to win out and when he walks towards Sherlock, he only looks tired.

He’s also wearing glasses. Thin, horn-rimmed glasses. Somehow, that little, insignificant detail hits Sherlock like a sledgehammer. Sherlock has never seen these glasses before. He’s been observing John’s deteriorating eyesight since the moment they met, but he’d estimated that it would take at least two more years for it to become so bad that John would stoop to actually seeing an ophthalmologist. But apparently, sometime during the year Sherlock was gone, John’s eyesight deteriorated enough for him to get glasses. Of course Sherlock immediately wants to pluck them from John’s nose and examine them in detail, and a whole catalogue of questions develops in Sherlock’s brain. How strong are they? Does he have contacts? Does he need them to read? To work? To drive?

And in counterpoint, another voice inside his head just whispers, God he looks good.

Code Z (Bondlock) (1/8) ›



Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Series: Part 1 of Code Z
Summary: A peaceful evening at 221b is abruptly interrupted by an unexpected emergency: a security breach at a secret government lab. As a first responder, Sherlock Holmes is called to join the entry team to investigate the situation — and John Watson discovers the terrible truth of what lies beneath a quiet island in the Bristol Channel.

Sherlock still looked terrified, though he was trying to hide it. John had seen that same look too many times before in young men who knew that at the end of the flight, someone would be shooting at them, and the years fell away from Captain John Watson, RAMC. With his old, quick grin back in place, he said, “If we’re overthrowing the government because Mycroft’s irritated you, we will have words about this, Sherlock.”

The mindless fear in Sherlock’s eyes slipped away, replaced first by shock, and then by a desperate sort of black humour as he barked out a laugh. “If we did, I’d at least let you have the army.”

“What do I want with a bloody army? I have my hands full dealing with you.”

Morning reblog! Because oops, I launched a new story at oh-shit-a.m. for most of my readers. :)

And unless something disastrous happens, I’ll be posting a new chapter every day or two.

It’s a grand start- can’t wait for the rest!


Uphill, 5/?
Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Olympics AU
4950 words (18900 total)

Sherlock Holmes is striving for gold in this, his fourth and final Olympics as a downhill Alpine racer. John Watson is a doctor with Team Great Britain.
Chapter summary: “Maybe it’s that you’ve been training for so long that your body is on autopilot. Maybe it’s the course itself, maybe it’s a lot of things but, yeah. Just, I can’t believe I don’t have any real critiques for you at the moment.” Lestrade chuckled and they climbed into the tram that would take them to the Village. “I don’t know - you almost look like you’re having fun, that it’s not just work, but that you’re enjoying it. Can’t quite say I’ve seen that look on you before.”

This fic makes me so happyyyy


"weren’t you lucky you found me?"

A heartbreaking and gorgeous story, that was.

Spoils of War - sweetcupncakes - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own] ›


John brushes his thumb over the gun’s slide, over the rear sight. Sherlock’s mouth feels too wet. He could lick John’s fingers, suck on them, bite down softly on that callus that is a direct result of John’s frequent need to handle the gun at all. Sherlock could do that, John might like it, really. Sherlock has been told his mouth is absolutely lovely”


Okay, this is a cleaner format, I was able to get ao3 to cooperate.  I apologise for this thing I have made, here.  Take it.

Proud to say this was at least partly my fault. Kink me, baby, kink me hard. So good.

Sherlock Fic Rec Day 500


Luminosity by what_alchemy

John and his daughter come to live at 221B.

My vote- I melted in a puddle on the floor. This story made me so helplessly happy. No matter what happens next, this is what my fanon heart wants to have happened and I’m glad it did, if only in this fic. Five stars!

this was lovely!

Fic: When the Time is Right ›





Morning reblob.

Gotta love retirement sex!


MMM s’good!

Update! Again.


Cracks in the Wall has been updated as of this morning!  

As I mentioned in the notes on said update, it might simply be a single chapter this week, whereas I had been going two at a time.  Still might get a double dose before the week is out, depends on how much of my soul I manage to not vomit up.  STOMACH FLU AHOY!  It’s gross.  I have so much lysol.

Here, take this:

Chapter 7: Just a Taste

“Dutch imported,” the utensil is removed with a quiet sound, “Hm, not bad,” and back into the little pot of honey goes the spoon.

John’s cheeks burn in an unaccountable way. He watches another helping disappear behind Sherlock’s teeth. Sherlock sucks on his bottom lip.


Headed back to my docs, wanna see if my brain does anything useful with this.

I am super into this glorious teenlock fic.



pride and prejudice!lock


The cutest thing EVER!

Just read this and it was an utter delight! ishipanarmada is a magician. <3

Manual Dexterity (a.k.a. The Hand Porn Fic) ›



Rating: Explicit
Relationship: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Word Count: 1847
Addtional Tags: PWP, smut, oral sex, fingering, dirty talk, hand porn, slight food porn

Summary: Sherlock’s got really nice hands, actually.

this is the filthiest thing i have ever written goodbye

Yep. It’s good. It’s great. IT’S GREAT. READ IT!

Hold on to your panties.

New Fic: where the good things grow


"I have a magic garden."

As come-ons go, John’s heard worse.

(FF.NET) (AO3)

For anneincolor! <3

This is magical and sweet and soft and makes me long for the blooming spring so badly it hurts. And tea! 

(via wntrs)