The Haunting by peevee [21K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. AU. Historical fantasy. Lovecraftian horror.
In an alternate, war-torn London in 1895, there are things stalking the streets after dark. A serial killer called Stitch-Face, known for the brutal, bloody slaughter of prostitutes; dark, faceless organisations whose members are rumoured to consist of the most powerful and influential; and most deadly of all, monsters known as Witch-kin.
A spate of unsolved murders, a mysterious young man with a dark secret, and at the centre of it all, Sherlock Holmes.
Backup Copies by etothepii [13K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Partial AU. Science fiction. Hurt/comfort. Dollhouse crossover. (Warning: sort of but not exactly a deathfic.)
When John dies, Sherlock doesn’t know what to do. But Mycroft does.
The Master of Latham Hall by Kryptaria [47K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Partial AU. Ghostfic. Casefic. Hurt/comfort.
Ten years after meeting Sherlock Holmes, John Watson has successfully kept only one secret from the world’s only consulting detective: the most important secret he’s ever had.
Now, drawn into an impossible web of murders at Latham Hall, John learns the terrible price a man must pay for keeping certain things secret.
Buthal by JessamyGriffith [21K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Partial AU. Urban fantasy. Celtic mythology. Kidfic. Favorite.
Just as every story requires a villain, it also needs a hero. Every fairy tale ought to have magical curses. And every good legend must have a man fighting a monster.
But monsters, like men, come in many shapes and many sizes, and it is not always easy to tell which is which.
A twisted fairy tale. Here be giants.
By Arthur Doyle by agiddything [4K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. AU. Meta. Writer!John.
His neighbor, whose name John doesn’t actually know (but it does start with an S, and it could be Sherlock because that’s what the well-dressed man sometimes shouted when he was knocking, but surely Sherlock isn’t a real name, so maybe he was shouting, “Shit’s locked!” but that isn’t likely either), isn’t very neighborly at all.
A New Kind of Communication by tartanfics [10K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Injured!Sherlock.
Sherlock texts, Sherlock leaves notes, Sherlock phones John, and he never really says anything.
Andante by uraneia [12K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Injured!Sherlock. TRF aftermath.
He should probably move out of the flat. Make a clean break. Start afresh across the city, where there weren’t reminders everywhere. But he knew it wouldn’t make a difference. The first time he heard “Behind Blue Eyes” left him a trembling mess of nerveless limbs and wet skin.
Besides, there was a homeless person on his doorstep.
Follow My Voice by flawedamythyst [9K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Coma. Hurt/comfort.
John loses count of how often the voice comes and goes. Sometimes he finds it hard to concentrate on it, hearing it as if through a long tube, muffled and distorted. Other times, he can clearly make out every time it says his name.
The voice says his name a lot. He hopes that means that he’s important to it, and so it will keep returning.
A Good Man by proxydialogue [9K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Character focus. Hurt/comfort. Deviance.
I cannot recall the beginning. Every time I think back I find my memory begins with the breaking point, with the downward turn of events, the catastrophe. Every time, I think of Sherlock’s long fingers gripping tight in my hair. I think of the back of the pen knife tracing up my trachea, his voice like black silk in my ear. “Bored with you, actually.” It begins with my moment of disbelief. With fifteen seconds of doubt.
The Sum of His Parts by CommonNonsense [4K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Character focus. Anatomy.
There are eleven major organ systems in the human body. Sherlock knows about all of them to some degree, but none fascinate him as much as the ones that make up John Watson.
A Bit Backwards by p.r. fox [3K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Marriage of convenience. Humour.
Love, John muses, is sort of like a Quentin Tarantino film. Except not really.
Rule Seventy-two Thousand by Trill [11K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Partial AU. Urban fantasy. Multiple realities. Homeward Bounders fusion.
When Sherlock Holmes was 26, he came across a game in a back alley. It was not the kind of game you wanted to stumble into. It was the great game, played by Them. They’d declared him a discard, and tossed him off the board.
Love and Other Deaths by lotherington [1K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). Established. Canon. Character focus.
‘I don’t love you,’ Sherlock whispers against John’s shoulder, his dark hair curling around the white, stretched skin of John’s scar, the top of his arm. He kisses John’s chest.
The Road that Stretches Out Ahead by shinychimera and Yeomanrand [3K]
Sherlock/John (non-explicit). First time. Canon. Character focus. THoB aftermath.
Sherlock and I didn’t stop arguing the ethics of human experimentation on our way home from Dartmoor. Burnt umber intransigence in the Land Rover. Stony discretion in the train. Intermittent flares of gray and ochre, around other people’s attention, from the station to the cab; quiet, in the cab, and picking up again from the street door to the landing at 221B. I started for the upper stairs to my room, shaking my head, only to be stilled when Sherlock crowded me against the kitchen door.