peanitbear said: So I don't think I ever sent you a link for my johnlock fic, first one! where they are literally an otter and hedgehog. Here it is if you wouldn't mind posting about it as you are the Goddess of Johnlock fics. Thank you and have a beautiful day. https://archiveofourown.org/works/43582425
Animal Magnetism by Peanitbear (G, 4,601 w., 1 Ch. || Animal AU || Hedgehog John, Otter Sherlock, Anthropomorphism, Crack Fic) – Otter Sherlock and Hedgehog John find each other. Will Hawk Jim keep them apart?
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Hi Lovely!!
AHHH Sorry for the delay in posting this, but I hope you don’t mind being the first boosted fic of 2023 instead! <3
Thank you so much for sharing, and everyone please go give this one some love!
Prompt - the circumstances of the first time Jaskier rubbed chamoline onto Geralt's lovely bottom. I'm all about Geraskier but however you'd like to cover it, if you are so inclined. Thank you.
Thank you for this prompt, it is right up my alley! <3 I hope you like the fic!
read on ao3
CW: There is a naked butt that get's rubbed with chamomile oil but in a none-sexual situation, mention of minor injuries
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“You cannot expect me to wear this ridiculous outfit,” Geralt said, nodding at the colourful ensemble of clothes Jaskier had laid out for him. It was a whole outfit - doublet, shirt, trousers and boots. He wouldn’t be surprised if he would find silken smallclothes in the pile.
“Hush now,” Jaskier swatted at Geralt’s accusatory pointing finger.
“If you want to join me at the banquet...”
“I don’t want to join you…” Geralt grumbled, but there was no real heat to it. Jaskier had asked him to play bodyguard. The banquet he had been hired to perform at would be frequented by a handful of people holding unjustified grudges against the bard, as Jaskier had put it.
“You will look splendid in these, my dear,” the bard said, ignoring Geralt’s protest. He lifted the sky blue doublet and held it to Geralt’s chest. “I think this color suits you.”
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“If I would have worn my armor, like I wanted to, I wouldn’t have thorns sticking in my ass,” Geralt grumbled.
Jaskier huffed, “how was I supposed to know that you planned to place your ass in one of the Duchesses famous and - might I add - exceptionally expensive rose bushes.”
Geralt’s growl would have been more intimidating, if he wasn’t lying face down on the bed and Jaskier sitting next to him, painstakingly removing rose thorns from the silken fabric of the trousers and his subjacent butt.
“I was pushed in the rose bush…” Geralt interrupted his protest with a wince as Jaskier removed a particularly big thorn, “by the very man who wanted to beat your nose in, because you couldn’t keep your dick in your pants around his wife.”
Jaskier snorted and yanked the next thorn out with more force.
“His poor wife wanted and needed a good shag,” he said, “he was clearly not satisfying her.”
Geralt was glad that his face was hidden because he blushed as he suddenly felt not the twinge of the tweezers but Jaskier’s hand on his butt.
“What are you…” he began, his voice a bit too high.
“I think you should remove the trousers now,” said the bard.
“What?” Geralt asked indignantly. His blush deepened as Jaskier let his hand carefully wander over Geralt’s bottom.
“I think there are still some smaller thorns that went right through the fabric.”
Jaskier said it as if it was the most normal thing in the world to ask someone to strip naked so he could examine their buttocks.
Geralt coughed and stood up. He turned his back to Jaskier and started to remove the silken trousers. He had to admit that they had been more comfortable than he had expected and was a bit sad to give them back to the bard.
“Your smallclothes too,” Jaskier said from behind him. Geralt had been sure it wasn’t possible but his face grew even hotter, but he did as he was asked.
When he was naked from the waist down, he laid down on the bed once more, hiding his face in his arms. He felt the bed sag when Jaskier sat down next to him and stiffened when he felt his long fingers carefully stroking over his butt.
“So, my dear witcher,” Jaskier said in his melodic voice, “did you enjoy the evening?”
When Geralt started to growl, he interjected, “I mean prior to your unfortunate encounter with the rose bush.”
Geralt didn’t say anything for a while, too distracted by the fingers roaming over his buttcheeks. But he tried to think back. The wine had been good - Est Est, and the food had been decent.
But he hadn’t been able to really enjoy the evening, because he had to watch Jaskier flirt with every beautiful woman and handsome man in the vicinity. He wasn’t jealous of course, just irritated.
“Ouch,” he bellowed as Jaskier found another tiny thorne and drew it out.
“I think that’s it,” Jaskier said after a final soft stroke over Geralt’s ass, “but now your poor bottom looks like it has seen a good beating.” Lost in thought he stroked over Geralt’s butt a bit more and Geralt wasn’t sure if he should say something but this felt kind of...
“One moment, I have an idea,” Jaskier said and interrupted Geralt’s thought process.
“Jaskier,” Geralt growled, as he remembered that he should probably protest whatever Jaskier had in mind, “what are you…”
But he stayed still as he could feel Jaskier moving and reaching for something. A second later he heard the unmistakable sound of a vial being uncorked and the soothing scent of chamomile filled the air.
“This might be a bit cold,” said the bard and Geralt felt something liquid dribble on his butt.
“What the…”
“It’s chamomile oil, Geralt, good for irritated skin.”
When he felt not only Jaskier’s fingers, but both of his hands on his butt, he growled, “what exactly are you doing?”
“Do you want to be able to sit in the saddle tomorrow or not?” Jaskier said as he drew his hands away.
Geralt’s butt suddenly felt cold and he had to admit that it had felt kind of nice to have Jaskier’s hands there.
So he mumbled “okay” and could practically feel Jaskier grin.
“That’s what I thought.”
Jaskier laid his hands back on Geralt’s butt and started to gently rub the oil into his skin. He took his time, taking care to cover every inch, gently massaging the sore skin and humming softly.
When the initial embarrassment and uncertainty about what Jaskier was doing with him was overcome, the soothing scent of chamomile, Jaskier’s warm and gentle hands and his humming, helped Geralt to relax. His shoulders sagged down and the muscles in his jaw loosened, and as he was drifting off to sleep, he more felt than heard a low soothing rumble.
Jaskier smiled down at his witcher, who had been such an angry kitten just half an hour ago and was now purring himself to sleep with Jaskier’s hands on his butt.
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I need this, is there a fic or what and where can I find it
OH YES,I found several (and am def gonna write one too)
I haven’t read all of these, but most, and I included my faves at the bottom. There’s probably more I just haven't found yet
John is Sherlock’s secret husband
Homecoming - dreadpiratewatson
“Greg Lestrade always knows when there's something wrong with Sherlock Holmes. When the detective stops talking, stops eating, doesn't come to crime scenes, and barely moves from the red chair in 221B, Greg starts to worry that he's using again, and this time, he's in too deep to be helped. That is, until a certain soldier shows up at a crime scene.”
Can't Be His Boyfriend - sorrowsofyore
“In which Sherlock has himself a doctor and Lestrade is just befuddled by it all.”
Waiting for John - LadyNyxRavus
“Sherlock has worked with NSY for a year and not once has he given any indication that he can even have a friend - let alone a significant other. So when he mentions someone named John, what kind of freakish alien creature must this person be to have an actual RELATIONSHIP with the man?”
The Dangerous Edge of Things aka Sherlock Holmes has a Boyfriend who lives in Canada - dreamingrain
“Inspired by a prompt from the kinkmeme - Sherlock Holmes has a boyfriend who lives in Canada.”
Simple Understanding - iMusicalMinji
“At first, Sally couldn't believe the freak was married, but it was just another situation in which she missed all the key evidence.”
The Internet Is Not Just For Porn - cyerus
“John is Sherlock's internet boyfriend - from CANADA.”
A Surprise in 221B - lancesface
“Lestrade entered the flat prepared to find a consulting detective sulking on the couch due to the lack of cases but instead found a short blond man, wearing an oatmeal jumper, who was limping down the hallway towards the door.”
Sherlock’s Who? - freakypet
“John has been away for Sherlock's entire career and suddenly returns to London unexpectedly from Afghanistan. Injured and tired and in pain, all he wants is to surprise Sherlock and kiss his husband. His search to find and surprise his wayward partner takes him across London and meets him up with those in Sherlock's world he has only heard about until now.”
Out - Awkward_bean_sky
“After over six years, Sherlock's friends finally ask him about his love life.”
Sherlock’s Secret - Superwholocked_25
“Sherlock had a secret, one that he told no one. But people were becoming suspicious.”
Captain John H Watson, MBBS - anthonyedwardstark
“Sherlock has not been seen or heard from for more than a week. Lestrade decides to begin his search for the man at 221B Baker Street. When Scotland Yard's finest arrive at the flat, what (or rather who) they find is certain to surprise them.”
A Long Time Coming - thestanceyg
“Sherlock's been acting strangely, and Lestrade isn't sure why. One day he finds a shirtless soldier in Sherlock's flat and things start to make a lot more sense.”
5687 (Approximately) - prettysailorsoldier
“When John's leave request for Christmas is denied, Sherlock is nothing short of devastated, not that he's letting it show. The holiday season now something he's just waiting to end, Sherlock doesn't think anything can possibly make it worse. That is, until he realizes no one in his life believes his army "boyfriend" is even real, but, luckily, everyone is in for a surprise.”
“I’ll Greet You With a Smile” - sevvyboy1fangirl
“When John comes home from the war, Sherlock is there to greet his husband at the airport. How will others react to the news of Sherlock having a husband? And how will John react to meeting those that are in his husbands life? And how will Sherlock and John's life continue now that John is home?”
(this one is incomplete)
and my favourites:
The Bee Charmer - dreadpiratewatson
“Greg goes to 221B to check up on Sherlock after a strange phone call pulls him away from an important case, and is stunned to find himself in front of a gun brandishing soldier with a sleeping Sherlock on his chest. John Watson is a doctor, a war hero, a husband, and the only one in the world who can soften Sherlock's heart.”
Illusory Correlation and Confirmation Bias - VanillaBroomstick
“Looking back, there were a few things that should’ve tipped Greg off long before that night at the pub. A few things Sherlock left fairly obvious, that on reflection, made Greg question how he’d gotten his job in the first place.”
“Surprise! I’m gay!” - Awkward_bean_sky
“Sherlock suddenly doesn't answer any of Greg's calls anymore and he's worried to say the least. In the end, things aren't nearly as bad as he'd suspected.”
Missing in Action - Alphinss
“Lestrade is worried about Sherlock. He hasn't seen the man in a week. What else is a man to do but break into the man's house under the pretence of a drugs bust. But who is the man that almost shoots one of his officers and why is he in Sherlock's flat?”
•Cas opens up a bakery •Dean becomes one of his most loyal customers •Soon he's coming in and ordering just one thing to make an excuse to talk to Cas •Dean staying for hours talking to him, taking ages to even finish his one slice of pie •One day Dean comes in and they're out of pie •Cas offers to show Dean something a little sweeter than the pie •Dean doesn't hesitate
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Why do you think Alexander is standing with his hands behind his back like a soldier standing at ease?
I think it’s just such a typical posture for Alec. I dunno. Like, he is so used to stand like this when people talk to him, he probably has adapted this from a very very early age on, that he can’t get rid of it that easily. He was trained to act and be a soldier, you can’t ignore that.
@peanitbear yep I got your dm, I just haven’t clicked on it yet because I don’t want to forget to add it :) <3 I’ve been a bit overwhelmed lately so I’ve been putting off my DM’s and I need to spend an evening going through all the playlist submissions in my DMs. I’m the worst, I’m sorry. :(
I finally watched You are not Your Own. I want to know what was going on with Magnus and Alec in the cell while Imogen was listening to Valentine threaten Jace. You don't see what's going on in that cell. I need to know.
You and me both, Anon. A perfect scene for a “missing scene” fic.
