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One year after "it'll pass" and it hasn't, for either of them.
A what-if fic that starts a year after the finale of Season 2 of Fleabag.
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08 Oct 2025
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While on a hunt for a one-night stand (and some other business), Fleabag finds an unexpected company.
※Or, an AU where she meets the priest before the beginning of season two and they become best buddies.Bookmarked by rosieBen
06 Oct 2025
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A Study in Quiet by capricious__capricorn
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
15 Aug 2025
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The letter had been nothing but grief wrapped in barbed wire. Every word a deflection, every sentence tipped with venom he didn’t mean. And Sherlock—bloody Sherlock—had taken it. Just taken it. Because he cared. Because, in that maddening, twisted way that was his alone, he loved John.
Loved him in the way that said, I can take it, hit me again. In the way that said, I’ll put a gun to my own brother’s head if it means you walk out of here alive.
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t healthy. John knew that. But knowing didn’t stop the part of him that… relished it. The part that was selfish enough to find comfort in it.
And now, to think that it might all be about to end—this strange, fragile life they’d built—it made something raw twist in his chest. It made him want to slam a fist into the nearest wall, shout until his voice broke.
Because despite every protest, every denial, every stubborn piece of posturing, John had finally understood something in the past year.
He loved him.
He loved Sherlock Holmes in every way a man could love another man.Bookmarked by rosieBen
17 Aug 2025
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A few weeks after Sherlock's return, he drags John to his childhood home in Yorkshire. There's just something about the place.
/It says a lot about how Sherlock views their relationship, he supposes, that he’s brought him here—or it would, if it were anyone else.
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10 Jul 2022
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He’s in his typical spot on the sofa, but curled on his side, facing the sitting room. His arms are wrapped protectively around his torso—a defensive position. Or perhaps an attempt at comforting himself. He looks oddly boyish, unsettlingly harmless like this, and John does not like it.
He doesn’t like it at all.
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05 Jul 2022