Fanfic Rec | Dangerous Girls, by zemph147

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Title: Dangerous Girls
Author: zemph147
Pairing: fem!Sherlock Holmes/Mary Morstan/John Watson
Length: 9676 words
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: n/a
Verse: Sherlock BBC
Author's summary: Sherlock is a girl. John likes Sherlock. Sherlock likes girls. Sherlock likes Mary. They work something out.

Reccer's comments: Series 3 didn't bring the influx of threesome fics one might have hoped for (well, understandably so.) I've never considered the idea of Sherlock and Mary as a pairing if John were to be taken out of the equation – it might be because I can't quite see Sherlock as straight, since it turns out I can definitely see the appeal with a genderbent Sherlock Holmes.

I had never read a fic in which John was attracted to Sherlock while Sherlock was solely attracted to Mary, and it is a fascinating dynamic (probably because I still like the "ops, I'm in love with my best friend's wife" trope, overused as it might be). Regardless of what you think of Mary it's obvious that Sherlock liked her almost right away and really cared about her, so Sherlock's attraction to her doesn't feel far-fetched here – in fact I'd go as far as to say that the fact Sherlock didn't notice something was off about Mary is proof of how much he had come to trust her. In this fic, Mary is intriguing and still John and Sherlock's blind spot – she isn't simply written as a "nice" character but nor is she gratuitously turned into a villain. Also, I've always liked the idea of a female Sherlock and a male John still being best friends (or the other way around, I don't particularly care which) and I think it's interesting to see how one of them being a woman might put a different spin on their relationship.

Much of this fic is explicit scenes, but the characters have depth and the prose is beautiful, and it was a very satisfying read.

Excerpt:

Sherlock knows she is blind when it comes to Mary. She knows it, and she still stumbles along, feeling the curve of Mary's neck and the bumps of her spine like the walls of a labyrinth, hoping there is not a monster waiting in the center. And there shouldn't be, because John is there, holding her hand, checking the moral compass and then confirming their righteous path in the stars. Attraction poisons Sherlock's mind, but John is a doctor. John would never love something toxic.