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.
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.
Achieving the Together-Coloured Instant by teahigh [20K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). Established. Canon. Character focus. TRF aftermath.
John wonders if this is how it’s going to be: A life speaking in code, because they’re both too stupid to figure out how to say, “I love you.”
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.
A City on the Head of a Pin by Mad_Maudlin [5K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Partial AU. Magic realism. Wings.
John concluded a couple of things over the next few days. One was that the wings weren’t an hallucination—he had no other neurological problems and pretty much the same psychological problems he’d always had. Another was that they weren’t going away, no matter how his medications changed. A third: not everyone had them.
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 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.
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.
Ethereal Dances by songlin [2K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship. Partial AU. Ghost!John. Alternative meeting.
The skull was a gift from Mike Stamford.
“He was a soldier,” he said, standing too close to Sherlock. “An army doctor. Knew him at school, as a matter of fact. Donated his body to medicine. Strictly speaking, I don’t think this is what he had in mind, but who’s to know, right?” He winked.
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.
Seven Ways to Fall Asleep by tartanfics [4K]
Sherlock + John. Friendship/pre-slash. Canon. Hurt/comfort. Asexuality. Sleep.
The first time they fall asleep together, Sherlock is lying in bed in a private hospital room, drowsy and drugged and in pain. It is mid-afternoon, but the pale pink curtains are mostly closed and the sunlight is merely a warm glow over the room. John sits at his side, hunched over in an uncomfortable plastic chair, his right arm cradled against his chest in a sling.
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.