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.
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.
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.
Northwest Passage by Kryptaria [95K]
Sherlock/John (explicit). First time. Partial AU. Hurt/comfort. Rural living. Light D/s (Dom!Sherlock). Alternative meeting.
Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.
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.