Carry On by Mazarin221b [4K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Injured!John.
“Christ, Mike, I think he’s in love with me,” John says, then drops his forehead on the bar.
Mike takes a long swallow of beer, then eyes John a bit more closely. “What the hell makes you think that? He’s not … I mean, not that I don’t like the bloke, I mean, I do, but really. Sherlock? You sure you don’t still have concussion issues?”
(Five times John didn’t want to be carried, and one time he did.)
The Sea Rolls On by eight_demands [15K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. AU. Pirates. Action/adventure.
John knew he was being reckless. They’d all heard stories about sailors who’d been taken by pirates on the border islands, how beautiful young men or women were used to lure the unwary into deserted back alleys, where they’d be robbed and killed – if they were lucky. John wasn’t lucky. He knew that even before the sharp blow against his skull dropped him into darkness.
With a Cup in One Hand and a Sword in the Other by goddessdster [15K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Partial AU. Magic realism. Tarot. Casefic.
John’s true self expresses as a Wand and Sherlock’s as a Sword, so whatever they are, they’re perfectly matched. Except maybe Sherlock isn’t entirely a Sword. This would bear examining, if it weren’t for the murderer stalking Deaths.
The Moment Pleasantly Frightful by teahigh [17K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. TRF aftermath.
Sherlock disregards social cues and oversteps boundaries all the time, every day. During interviews with clients, during working with the Yard. Hell, even going for a walk through the park or going out for dinner. John has long since become used to it, but that still doesn’t mean he wants to think about what kind of damage Sherlock would be capable of inflicting in the privacy of his bedroom. Mostly because John can’t imagine there being anything Sherlock wouldn’t do.
If I had a boat I would sail to you by Sunnyrea [20K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. AU. Action/adventure. Historical. Titanic fusion.
“Why are you going to jump?” He asks and Sherlock sees he genuinely wants to know.
Sherlock looks back at the water. “I’m bored.” Sherlock sighs heavily. “Bored of everything in this ridiculous life.”
“Would it be less boring if I jumped too?”
Electric Pink Hand Grenade by BeautifulFiction [67K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Sick!Sherlock.
“If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.” Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine.
Follow You Into The Trenches by twisting_vine_x [13K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Torture. Hurt/comfort. TRF aftermath.
When Sherlock goes underground to track down the gunmen, he doesn’t do it alone. Unfortunately, Moriarty’s operatives aren’t exactly helpless, and when John ends up in the line of fire – again – the ensuing events turn Sherlock’s world inside out in ways he might not ever be able to come back from.
The Carpathian Affair by songlin [5K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). Established. Partial AU. 1940s. Casefic. Injured!John.
“So, are you going to leave me to guess blind at the whole thing, or are you passing up a chance to show off for once?”
Sherlock smiles. “I’ll tell you this much: Vera Spaulding hasn’t been to the police. Take a moment then, and think. Why would she possibly report her employer’s disappearance to a private detective rather than the Yard?”
A Break In Routine by IamShadow21 [2K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Humour. Injured!John. (Warning: S/J dub-con.)
“It wouldn’t hurt you to pull your load for once, you know,” John snipes. He’s grumpy, and he knows that it’s his arm that’s making him so grumpy, which serves to compound his grumpiness enough to turn him into a nagging spouse, apparently.
Sherlock doesn’t condescend to even answer. He probably thinks that kitchens clean themselves if you leave them long enough.
Quintessential by thisprettywren [49K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Partial AU. Science fiction. Casefic. Hurt/comfort.
How could Sherlock have been so stupid, so idiotically self-destructive? He knows the dangers of toying with his remaining senses—hell, he knows them better than most people; he’d been on the case out in Brighton after that distracted chef accidentally used the wrong emulsifier and nearly deadened the noses of an entire restaurant full of ageusic patrons. And that wasn’t even deliberate, while this—
England’s Most Wanted by shinkonokokoro [10K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. AU. Humour. Action/adventure. Criminal!Sherlock.
Sherlock Holmes is England’s Most Wanted. DI Moriarty has been chasing him for a while now, but with no evidence? No arrest.
Displacement by roane [7K]
+ Sublimation by roane [5K]
+ Denial by roane [6K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Character focus.
defence mechanism: (psychiatry) an unconscious process that tries to reduce the anxiety associated with instinctive desires.
Like Leaves & Kings (All Things Must Fall) by gyzym [5K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Humour.
Sherlock is the worst roommate in the world. John suffers him less gladly than he could, but better than most.
Across the Sky by mazarin221b [21K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. AU. Action. Military. Pilot!John. Instructor!Sherlock.
Top Gun AU. After an accident that nearly cost the life of his previous RIO, Lieutenant John Watson (Call sign Doc) has grown reckless and arrogant, but an even better pilot than he was before. A heroic maneuver and complete chance sends him and his new RIO (call sign Copper) to Miramar, home of Top Gun. Problem is, the ghosts of John’s past could cost them more than just the Top Gun trophy—it could also cost John a chance at happiness.
Incredibly Simple and Very Destructive by htebazytook [7K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Canon. Character focus. Humor.
Sherlock knows he’s attracted to John. It’s just chemistry. Doesn’t mean anything, though—it’s a simple reaction. It has to do with the way John carries himself and the speed at which he blinks and the timbre of his tiny little mm’s of amusement. His face in profile and the fit of his slacks.