1. Absolutely all of these fics have happy endings. I can’t read hardcore angst or I’ll die. I mean it. 
  2. If there are any other relationships in these fics then it’ll be minor but Johnlock is def front and center and endgame for all of them.
  3. I’ve avoided reccing the really famous Johnlock fics. I love them but all these fics need more love cause they’re all so amazing! 
  4. 99% of these fics are bottomlock but since I don’t care who bottoms or who tops (as long as they fuck and as long as they are in character) (that means no DFP Sherlock) (or Baby Princess John) so if you have a problem with toplock in general, tread carefully.
  5. All of these fics are from AO3. 
  6. Also please excuse my crappy summaries.
  7. Be sure to read all the tags before reading!


  • The Dialogue of John and Sherlock Series by cwb - Sherlock decides that he and John are in a romantic relationship. John tries to educate Sherlock on what that actually means. (this is the cutest, Sherlock is literally hopeless)
  • The Bachelors’ Handfasting by jurgbury - 1800s Scotland where younger Sherlock and older John are in an arranged marriage. (John is so fucking hot in this I want to die)
  • Thirteen Dances (Or, The Doctor Dances) by Knackorcraft - John can dance!!!
  • Hellfire by testosterone_tea - Magical Realism! John is a Berserker (powerful fire monster thing that’s supposed to be extinct) and is believed to be a threat to the country and Mycroft wants him held captive so of course Mage Sherlock is like NO.
  • Bury the Bells by unknownsister - Parade’s End AU. 
  • The Kepler Problem by kinklock - Alienlock and space-explorer/worker/maintainer/something John! (all of Kinklock’s fics are awesome af really)
  • The High Tide Series by stardust_made - A rich arse of a bloke tries to woo a clueless John and Sherlock just about loses his mind I LOVE JEALOUS SHERLOCK (The first story is rated T but the other two are E so…) (my fave)
  • The Haunting of Sherlock Holmes by MapleleafCameo - Sherlock investigates a 60 year old disappearance in the countryside and gets a shock along the way. (Not angsty, don’t worry)
  • The Life that is Waiting For by Youameliakaleigh - Sherlock is the son of a Goddess (so basically a demigod) and John is his trusty guardian/teacher/person/Sun sentinel okay just read!
  • Neighbours by thelookyouredoingthelookagain - John moves into 22IC and Sherlock is very silly, as he always is. 
  • Irrational and Sentimental Series by apliddell - Post S3 lovely Johnlock sweetness.
  • Intimacy Series by sussexbound (SamanthaLenore) - Love confessions and then smut! (First story is T later story is E) 
  • Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (huddersandhiddles) - The boys play Never Have I Ever with some of the Met and they get together cause John and Sherlock are so dumb that it takes alcohol and a truth game for them to realize that their feelings are REQUITED DAMN IT okay okay I’m sorry canon stresses me out.
  • First and Only by crimsonwinter - Babylock to Kidlock to Teenlock to Unilock, growing up with John. WIP
  • A Study in Movement by Supernova12 - Teen rugby John is working on an art project and needs to improve drawing movement so he draws teen ballet Sherlock. 
  • A Hard Day’s Night by 221Btls - John the Knight and Sherlock the peasant. WIP
  • To the Sticking Place by blueink3 - John and Sherlock as theatre actors, both acting as the main roles in a Hamlet production! WIP (I don’t know why this doesn’t get more love, this is the theatre version of Performance In A Leading Role!) (my fave) 
  • How Do You Know? by LaurieRoar - John having sex with Virgin Sherlock to see whether or not his claim that he doesn’t like sex is true. (my fave) (but I hardly ever see this recced) (super fucking hot)
  • Well Begun Is Half Done by Avice - Sherlock tryna seduce John but John’s like “Fuck that, let’s get down to it”. (Avice’s fics are severely underrated, they are all awesome)
  • Angel Hair Series by justacookieofacumberbatch (buffyholic) - Successful surgeon John and waiter Sherlock get it on wohoho. WIP
  • A Study in Sex Series by Castiel_For_King - John teaching Sherlock The Ways of Sex.
  • The City of Dreams Series by bittergreens - Lots of sex? Lol.
  • Spinning by Tispy-the-Minx (ComeAlongPond14) - Seventeen-year-old John is assigned to Sherlock’s care.
  • For you, there’s only me by shock_blanket - So much pining the boys are idiots I swear to God.
  • Six Degrees of Separation by testosterone_tea - Sherlock highkey wants to meet John but treats it all like a ridiculous experiment to stay cool, I could kill him, he’s so ridiculous. (testosterone_tea is awesome, their fics need more love)
  • Lovesick by distantstarlight - Sherlock getting sick and John taking care of him and also sex.
  • The Republic of Heaven by Blind_Author - His Dark Materials AU. WIP (okay so this is my fave out of all my faves but it hasn’t been updated in forever but I refuse to believe it’s been abandoned or else I’ll perish) (the fave)
  • Imaginary Pictures by crossroads - Teenlock falling in love with John. Loads of pining. (this needs more love)
  • In Care Of by quietasasleepingarmy -  John writes instructions for Sherlock’s ‘lover’ on how to care for him aka I hate them PLEASE DIE.
  • In A Changing Age by allonsys_girl -  Sherlock wakes up in the 19th century, with no idea how he got there aka I love them I’M GONNA DIE.
  • Pretending to Be by 221BJen (jcoz1701) - John is hired to track down Sherlock, who is an asset to The Centre, a secret agency.
  • The Wrong Wagon by DancingGrimm - Molly starts crushing on John instead of Sherlock when the doctor saved her life. Sherlock (aka the gay baby loser that I hate) notices and just about goes insane.
  • Angel With A Fiddle by Remy_Writes5 - Young soldier John meets violinist Sherlock at a carnival the day before he is to be deployed to Germany to serve in World War 1.
  • The Boffin and the Bachelor by starrysummernights - Uh… John and Sherlock getting together and there’s some fluff and some smut and a bit of angst? (Idk how to summarize this. Really good, though)
  • Fool For You by sheerrloockk - Poor clueless Sherlock proposes to John on April Fools’ Day by accident.
  • Operation Inked by QuinnAnderson - John has a tattoo and Sherlock makes it his mission to see it cause he dumb.
  • Discerning Tastes by Irrevocably_Sherlocked - Sherlock tries to get some good Scotch for Mycroft’s birthday but is faced with a hot, kilt-wearing John and practically loses all his genius because of it. (Irrevocably_Sherlocked’s fics need more attention cause they are the bombdotcom)
  • Lightning and Sea Glass by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for - Frankenlock AU. (This is a bit angsty so watch out)
  • In Nomine by Atiki - Sherlock can only manage to say John’s name when they have sex. (Sherlock is too cute, I will perish)
  • See Recipe for Details by pandoras_chaos - John makes a list of things Sherlock likes to eat. (Reading this made me hungry. For food. Obvs)


  • Tell it Like it is by testosterone_tea -  Sherlock and John go out to the pub with some of the officers from Scotland Yard and played some games while they’re at it. (This is fucking hilarious) 
  • The Semantics of Crop Circle Formation: a case study by Sherlock Holmes [unpublished] by canolacrush - John and Sherlock are investigating a weird extraterrestrial-like case but for once, John knows more about it than Sherlock does wink wink read it! (my fave) (this needs heaps more love wtf!!!)
  • My Life Had Stood A Loaded Gun by HeartOfTheMirror - Magical Realism! John is a Healer. (I hate Mycroft in this)
  • Aparecium by 1electricpirate - Potterlock! Sherlock is a Muggle but John isn’t. WIP
  • Enigma by khorazir - The Imitation Game-esque fic. WIP
  • Splatter Patterns by beezee - John is an artist and Sherlock is an art critic.
  • Apprehension by BashfulBunny (Aequoreavictoria) - John is hired to kidnap Sherlock but things go awry obvs. WIP
  • Captains of Industry series by 221b_hound - John is a hot barista and Sherlock is, of course, a fumbling mess. (This series is awesome, the whole gang is here, working close by.)
  • where the good things grow by anchors - Sherlock has a magic garden he uses to brew tea and John has a tea shop. (This fic is so sweettttt and deserves more love)
  • Down with this Ship by FrostedFlame (PinkOrchid) - Sherlock takes John to a gay bar expecting him to be uncomfortable but BAM John the Raging Bisexual comes out to play and shocks the fuck out of the detective.
  • The Thin Line by Odamaki - Sherlock and John in a super snug closet  and John gets a raging boner lolllllllll.
  • The Frost Child by twistedthicket1 - Everyone have gifts and John keeps his a secret but Sherlock finds out. (my fave)
  • Dawn Before the Rest of the World Series by PoppyAlexander - 1920s England, butler Sherlock and gardener John. (John is so romantic in this, I want to cry)
  • Dreamer by MagdaTheMagpie - After Afghanistan, John keeps dreaming about Sherlock dying and does everything he can to stop it. (my fave)
  • ROT-13 by berlynn_wohl -  John the spaceman crashes his pod in Sherlock the alien’s planet where he meets Sherlock and fuck it’s hilarious just read.
  • Don’t Underestimate John Watson by BakerTumblings - John is offered the role of Lester Nygaard in Fargo and basically never underestimate him, for reals.
  • Brother Mine by annabagnell - Parentlock and MPreg! Sherlock gives birth to a baby much to the impatience and delight of excited big sister Michaela (This is so sweet)
  • Care of Magical Creatures by stillaseeker - Some Potterlock domestic cuteness and hilarity. 
  • Ink and Honour Series by moonblossom - 1800s. Mrs. Hudson takes in young Captain John Watson who was injured in the Napoleonic wars alongside her young ward Sherlock. (first story is M but the ratings after that are all over the place so read tags) 


  • Love or What You Will by miss_frankenstein - John is an English professor and Sherlock is a PhD student assigned to be his TA. (I just… I love this one so much… I will die) (my fave) (this fic introduced me to my favourite poem, Sylvia Plath’s Mad Girl’s Love Song)
  • Bookshop Series by alivingfire - John meets Sherlock at a bookshop.
  • The Master of Latham Hall by Kryptaria - John and Sherlock investigates murders at Latham Hall and is in for a bit of a shock. (A bit of angst but not in regards to John and Sherlock) (I love you. I will always love you. God, I die every time)
  • A Haunted House series by cassyl - Major Character Deaths but not angsty. (Can’t say anything more cause spoilers but seriously, don’t worry, just read)
  • Once Upon a Beast Becoming by antietamfalls - Sherlock is an ancient being cursed by a Druid and John is the only person who can rid him of it. (loveeeeeeeee)
  • between each beat are words unsaid by darcylindbergh, hudders-and-hiddles (huddersandhiddles) -  On their wedding night, John and Sherlock gift each other with a collection of writings they wrote about the other. (Sweet af)  
  • Deleted Files Series by oh_my_stars_and_sky - Every time Sherlock deletes something from his Mind Palace it shows up in John’s mind. WIP
  • Four Shots Series by Opy3332 - John works at a Starbucks at SIS Headquarters and meets Sherlock.
  • Quality of Life Series by cleflink - John has great healing powers! WIP
  • Truth or Consequences Series by Majela - John gives Sherlock a taste of his own medicine in regards to drugging people without their consent.
  • Witness Protection by missilemuse -  John used to be Jim’s fiance but he finds out about him being super evil and all and testifies against him. He meets Sherlock and ya know: lurve. (my fave)
  • The Red Dianthus by kinklock -  The boys investigate a mysterious disappearance in a supposedly haunted house, and get much more than they bargained for.  
  • Watch What They Photograph Series by Itsallfine - “If you want to learn what someone fears losing, watch what they photograph.” (First two stories are rated T the last is E)
  • A Different Kind of Complication by Atisenia - John, living alone in 221B, started getting letters addressed to Sherlock.
  • Without a Doubt by prettysailorsoldier - 1950s Teenlock.
  • The Strait of Juan de Fuca by mightypog - Post Reichenbach. John is distant from Sherlock even though he has forgiven him and Sherlock tries hard to fix their friendship.
  • Turbulence in the Sky by esplanade - Sherlock wants to tell John how he feels about him but he keeps spouting bullshit instead oh my poor child…
  • Affectionate Investment by MillieTheFreak - Sherlock and John feeding each other like it’s the most natural thing in the world I LOVE THEM
  • What Would Sherlock Do? Series by EinahSirro - John uses his deductive powers to find out if Sherlock reciprocates his romantic feelings and to seduce him! 


  • The Contingency Plan by mightypog -  When Sally and Greg prevent Sherlock from committing suicide when he thinks John has been killed, Sherlock and Sally reconsider each other. (bit of angst, nothing heavy) (this is so real like this is exactly how canon Sherlock will react if anything happens to John) (my fave)
  • Evidence by JezebelGoldstone - Angry papa Lestrade comes bounding up to 221B demanding the return of all the evidence Sherlock stole so the detective tells the DI about some of the evidence so he’ll let him keep it. (Sherlock is amazingly sentimental in this, I love him)
  • And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley -  A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially. (I will bawl my eyes out, this is so… just so! So much) (This isn’t rated so I’ll just put it under here) 

If I’ve mentioned your fic here and you want me to credit you or add a link to your Tumblr or anything like that, let me know! 

I’ll be updating this post regularly as more great fics will inevitably come along. And I’ll always be happy to rec specific fics to anyone and everyone! Just ask. I read Johnlock fanfic 24/7 every single day so might as well utilize it somehow. 

for-the-shipping  asked:

Hey! Do you have any fic-rec lists? I'm looking for some john-centric angst, and I feel like I've already read all of it haha

Hi Lovely!

I’m ACTUALLY currently working on my Angst Fic Rec list (I’ve a lot of requests for it), but I’ve plenty of lists I’ve put up. I need to put them on a separate page here, honestly. ANYWAY, here’s an updated masterpost of the lists I have so far.  My “Pining Sherlock” list will probably have some of what you’re looking for; look under “HEART-DESTROYING PINING THAT TEARS YOU A NEW ONE”. Lots of good stuff under there ;D

I-J’s Fic Rec Lists (As of Oct. 24, 2017)







  • John : *Enters in the lab at Bart's*
  • Sherlock : ( Calmly ) Afghanistan or Iraq?
  • John : *OMFG so smart*
  • Sherlock : *MINE*
The Chauffeur and The Consultant - eragon19 - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Invalided home from Afghanistan, John Watson takes a job as a chauffeur with Stamford’s Limo Service to make ends meet. The work is mundane, with his clients usually ignoring him for the most part, until he drives his first run-away-groom; Sherlock Holmes.

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anonymous asked:

Hi Steph! I'm new to the fandom, could you please share with me the best Johnlock fanfics (in your opinion)? There is so much of them I'm lost... and I don't know which are the 'legendary' and 'must read' ones. Thank you so much! <3

Hi Nonny!

First of all, WELCOME!! I hope you are enjoying your time here!! OH GOSH, okay so funny thing, I’m actually currently making a list of ALL of my favourite fics ever, because someone else asked me ages ago, and now I have 5 other people asking me LOL.

As I explained in this post here, many people have already made great lists of “the best fanfics” in the fandom… But of course I’m stupidly picky about my fics.

Anyway, since I’m already working on an entire list of my biggest most fave fics ever in every place everywhere, how about for now, since I’m due for it, I give you my last bookmarked fics since I last did a list last month? I hope these will tide you over Lovely! In the meantime, you can also check out my ‘my fic recs’ blog tag, and I’ve a tonne of lists, some of which you can see here

I-J’s Last Bookmarked Fics (July 2017)

Upon Reflection, Tenable Frippery by emmagrant01 (T, 1,299 w. || John’s Beard, First Kiss, Fluff) – John was, inexplicably, growing a beard.

Gigantic by BubbleGumLizard (E, 2,135 w. || Size Kink, PWP) – John seems to avoid Sherlock seeing him naked. Sherlock wants to fix that.This is porn. Part 19 of Mystrade NaNoWriMo 2015

What He’s Like by magikspell (E, 2,919 w. || Love Confessions, Fluff, First Time, Inexperienced Sherlock) – Realistic first time. They love each other so much.

Straight Shooter by nefariosity (E, 3,249 w. || Est. Rel., Light Dom/Sub, Military Kink, PWP, Bottomlock) – Sherlock has a military kink. John indulges him.

The Prize We Sought Is Won by deathfrisbees (E, 4,610 w. || First Time, Mild D/S, Oral, Military Kink, Bottomlock) – Sherlock’s in love, or in lust, or both–unfortunately, the object of his affections is not only his completely oblivious flatmate, but said flatmate would probably run screaming into the hills should he find out. John’s been invited to a wedding–unfortunately, the groom used to serve under him back in Afghanistan, and requests that John wear a uniform he’s honestly not sure he fits into. Unfortunately for both flatmates, Sherlock’s got a military kink the size of Kandahar and John wants to know if he actually can fit into this uniform or if his eyes are deceiving him. It goes from there.

Facade by distantstarlight (M, 4,715 w. || Fluff, John’s Beard, No-Shave November, Grumpy Sherlock, Clueless Sherlock) – Sherlock is highly irritated with a challenge John has agreed to undertake. Why does he need to grow a beard anyway?

Telling the Bees by siennna (G, 5,174 w. || Fluff, Beekeeping, POV Sherlock, Love Confessions) – It took a beat of silence for the words to settle in, before both of them realized what John said. “You—” Sherlock started. “I—” John said at the same time. “Love me? You love me?” Sherlock asked faintly. Part 3 of sienna’s favorites

The Death of Doubt by Gingerhermit (E, 6,584 w. || Alternate Canon, BAMF John, POV Sherlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Hurt/Comfort, Angst/Drama, Meddling Mycroft) – Mycroft asks for John’s help in rescuing Sherlock from his Serbian captors.

Illogical, even. by magikspell (E, 9,119 w. || Grey-Ace Sherlock, Character Study, Growing Up, Victor Trevor, Romance, First Time/Kiss, Sherlock-centric) – Five reasons Sherlock never believed in love and one reason he does now.

With This Ring by Quesarasara (E, 9,121 w. || Est. Rel., Marriage Proposal, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Embarrassing Hospital Visits) – Sometimes even the best of plans go wrong. And sometimes wrong turns out to be exactly right.

The Painted Man by jinglebell (E, 9,894 w. || Tattoos, Scent / Tattoo Kink, Rough & Tender Sex, Fluff and Smut, Obsessive / Jealous Sherlock, Touch Starvation) – Here stood John Watson – middle name, Hamish, ex-RAMC captain and field medic, favourite brand of jam: Duerr’s, preferred toothpaste: Mentadent. Loyal, steadfast, interesting John had just done the most unpredictable thing merely by being.John’s body was covered, neck-to-waistband, shoulder-to-elbow, in tattoos.

Confidential by sussexbound (M, 10,654 w. || Epistolary, John’s Journal, First Kiss / Time, Fluff, Self-Acceptance/Discovery, John’s Sexuality) – When John accidentally stumbles upon the Confidential file Sherlock’s been keeping on him he is both angry and curious. What he learns about himself, though–well, that changes everything.

At the Edge of Desire by philalethia (E, 16,375 w. || Post S3, Pining, Arse Worship, Humour, First Kiss / TIme, Sexual Fantasy, Awkwardness) – While helping John move back in to the flat, Sherlock discovers a strap-on among John’s things. He finds the discovery considerably difficult to move past.

Tomorrow’s Song by agirlsname (M, 24,645 w. || Post-TRF, POV Sherlock, Angst with a Happy Ending, Virgin / Repressed Sherlock, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Pining) – How can he think a relationship with me would be a good idea? I am the sort of person to take a break from my life and when I come back after two years, I expect to find it exactly as I left it. In reality I find it shattered to pieces. (I actually equate you with my life. When did I start doing that?)

Where Else Would I Be? by cwb (E, 34,910 w. || Retirementlock, Domestic Fluff, Falling in Love, Parentlock, Fluff and Smut, Reminiscing) – John and Sherlock’s five-year-old granddaughter spends the weekend with them in Sussex. Sherlock happily indulges her whims, and John takes care of them while quietly revisiting the past thirty years of their lives together.

Left by lifeonmars (M, 45,153 w. || Magical Realism) – John Watson is left-handed. He’s tried not to let it affect his life, but as any Lefty knows, that’s almost impossible. {{for some reason this wasn’t bookmarked??? I’ve loved this story for years and apparently I didn’t bookmark it??? News to me.}}}

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror (E, 58,883 w. || Post S4, Couple For a Case, Bed-Sharing, First Times, Confessions, Awkwardness, Sex Trafficking) – Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

June/July recs

Since I haven’t been around much, I thought I’d post fics that I’ve loved lately. Commuting to work takes hours and hours, so lots of reading time!

😍  So Bloody Good 😍

The Burning of the Leaves by blueink3

After the events of series 4, Major Sholto invites John and Sherlock to lunch one day. It nearly proves to be too much for their tenuous relationship as the past haunts the present, putting the future that Sherlock so desperately wants at risk.

💗  Super Great 💗 

Before I Come Home by TooSelin

Post S4 Fix it. Sometimes you need to reopen old wounds before they can heal. Sometimes you need to get away before you can come home.

The Lights Are On by AmandaBDone

The first time John kissed Sherlock, he had no idea what he’d set in motion.

Stay for Me by Itsallfine

Post tab. 221B was packed into boxes and bins, and that was when John knew, really knew—Sherlock had planned to be gone forever. (Great fic for those who want the romance without the smut)

Guilty Secrets by Ellipsical

John has a prostate exam and discovers something surprising about himself. Experimentation follows.

To Express The Inexpressible by apliddell

After Moriarty nearly blows John and Sherlock up at the pool, Sherlock realises he’s been holding some important things back, and he knows he needs to speak up before it’s too late.

Courting Sherlock Holmes by A_Candle_For_Sherlock

Victorianlock/ACD. It was, in all probability, the fault of the flowers.

Bridging the Ravine by SilentAuror

Sherlock and John go undercover at Ravine Valley, a therapy centre for same-sex male couples in an investigation into a possible human trafficking ring. As they pose as a couple and fake their way through the therapy sessions for the sake of the case, it quickly becomes difficult to avoid discussing their very real issues. Set roughly six nine months after series 4.

👍  Lovely 👍

Human Nature by delightful_fear

Rich and spoiled Sherlock makes a wager with his older brother that he can take a penniless man and make him presentable in high society. An AU set in Regency London (1819).

Unbreakable by Nymeria578

Sherlock lives in a changed world where Omegas has been declared extinct. Only a few survived, living hidden and keeping the governments in the dark about their existence. Sherlock is one of them, always looking out to not reveal his true gender when suddenly ghosts of his past catch up with him. Also club, dancing, nightclub, jealous John, sensual shaving of one another

Postcards by okapi

Established relationship. Victorianlock/ACD. After a series of domestic calamities, Watson & Mrs. Hudson flee on holiday. Holmes writes postcards to Watson. Fluffy smut.

Britain’s Favourite Summer Cup by weeesi

John spots Sherlock with an erection at a crime scene. Sexual frustration follows until Sherlock walks in on John in the bath.

Return by sans_patronymic

Holmes has returned from the dead eager to pick up life where they left off. Watson does not find this easy. Victorianlock/ACD

A Place on Earth by ManicMoose

In a seaside town in 1987, a shy young man and an outgoing party boy strike up a powerful bond that seems to defy the laws of space and time. San Junipero AU.

Cakes And Ale by mydogwatson

John goes drinking with Lestrade and Sherlock brings home fairy cakes. Romance occurs.

The Chauffeur and The Consultant by eragon19

Invalided home from Afghanistan, John Watson takes a job as a chauffeur with Stamford’s Limo Service to make ends meet. The work is mundane, with his clients usually ignoring him for the most part, until he drives his first run-away-groom; Sherlock Holmes.

Storm Front by StillTheAddict

Post S3. Sherlock is counting the days until the next “Mrs Watson” takes John away from him. Sally Donovan thinks that John isn’t going anywhere.

Strange Introductions (Sherlock x Reader)

WEDIM -Day Six

Sherlock x Reader

Word Count: 1404

Warnings: None 

Summary: After months of living in 221B you finally decide to introduce yourself to the consulting detective and his blogger upstairs. 


For a girl my age, I knew an awful amount of stuff about everything. I was clever than everyone my age, could read people in an instant and could tell you within fifteen seconds who the father was on Jeremy Kyle. It wasn’t hard.

Most of my family thought I was a freak, they’d told me multiple times. I’d been to multiple psychiatry wards, been tested for every mental disorder under the sun but none of them were right. Psychosis, Schizophrenic, Bipolar, sociopathic, I could carry on, the list was nearly endless.

I was moved from school to school from age four to eighteen. Never fitting in, always outsmarting the teachers. It’s not my fault they can’t do their jobs correctly! I never had friends, only distracted me from what I liked doing best. Solving crime.

I was good at it, it helped people, I was happy. But apparently taking delight in serial murders is not something normal fourteen-year-olds do. No, I should be fawning over stupid boys, singing along to pop songs with my group of tweenage girlfriends and talking about how much I want to snog each member of One Direction.

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Rubber Soul Mates

1.  Hide Your Head in the Sand

Sherlock didn’t believe in soul mates. The notion that there was someone out there who would magically complete him was, frankly, ludicrous. Only a half-wit would need to find his other half. So when, at the age of seven, Sherlock ran into a boy at the British Museum who claimed to ‘recognise’ Sherlock as his soul mate, Sherlock, of course, called him an idiot.

The boy — John, he’d said his name was — snapped back, “Oh yeah? Well, I’m rubber, you’re glue; whatever you say bounces off me and sticks to you.”

Though John was a couple of years older than Sherlock himself, Sherlock thought this comeback was terribly childish. Not willing to waste any more time on the boy, he whirled around and hurried away.

Somewhere in the background, The Beatles were singing “Run for Your Life.”

2.  Why Did You Not Treat Me Right?

John had always believed in soul mates. For as long as he could remember, he’d been waiting to meet his own. So when, at the age of nine, he’d finally met a boy at the British Museum and felt that electric tingle that everyone was always talking about, he’d been elated.

But the boy — Sherlock, he’d said his name was — laughed in John’s face when he’d explained that they were soul mates. Then he called John an idiot.

John had snapped back angrily, but inside he was heartbroken. How could Sherlock not see that they were meant for each other?

Somewhere in the background, The Beatles were singing “I’m Looking Through You.”

3.  After All This Time I Don’t Know Why

For the next twenty years, John did his best to convince himself that Sherlock wasn’t really his soul mate. Or, if he was, maybe he wasn’t John’s only soul mate. Maybe John, being bisexual, had two soul mates, one male and one female.

But no matter how many women John dated, he never again felt that telltale electric tingle he’d experienced when he’d met Sherlock. One night and three continents later, he finally gave up. Maybe he’d never understand why Sherlock hadn’t felt it too, but John was done trying to find it with someone else.

Somewhere in the background, The Beatles were singing “Girl.”

4.  I Don’t Have Much to Say

After being invalided home from Afghanistan, John found himself back in London, at loose ends. A chance encounter with an old friend brought him to Bart’s, where he was introduced to a most peculiar man. John felt an immediate electric tingle.  

The man seemed to know a great deal about John, which he rattled off in an impressive but also somewhat alarming manner.  Then he said, “I play the violin when I’m thinking. I don’t believe in soul mates. Sometimes I don’t talk for days on end. Would that bother you? Potential flatmates should know the worst about each other.”

“Potential flatmates?” John echoed.

“I’ve got my eye on a nice little place in central London. Together we could afford it. We’ll meet there tomorrow evening — seven o’clock.”

“I don’t know your name; I don’t even know where we’re meeting.”

“The name’s Sherlock Holmes and the address is 221B Baker Street,” the man said, and with a wink he was gone.

Sherlock. John should have known. Then again, Sherlock himself, who’d somehow deduced everything else about John’s life, had failed to realise they’d already met.

Somewhere in the background, The Beatles were singing “You Won’t See Me.”

5.  When I Awoke I was Alone

It wasn’t long before John had moved into Baker Street, lost his psychosomatic limp, and shot a serial killer. Giddy with the success of the case, and pleasantly full of Chinese food, he joyfully tumbled into bed with Sherlock.

Sex with his soul mate was everything he had dreamed it would be, but maybe John should have kept that revelation to himself. In the morning, Sherlock was gone.

Somewhere in the background, The Beatles were singing “Norwegian Wood (This Bird Has Flown).”

+1.  There is No One Compares with You

On his sixty-fourth birthday, John awoke alone.

He’d barely opened his eyes, though, before Sherlock appeared, carrying a tray laden with a full English breakfast and a vase of wildflowers. Sitting up in bed, John allowed Sherlock to arrange the tray across his lap. Then he plucked up the handmade card he found propped against the vase and read the brief message:

I’m so glad I was wrong about soul mates.

Somewhere in the background, The Beatles were singing “In My Life.”

In perfect harmony, John and Sherlock began to sing along.

Written for the @hiatustory November prompt: Soul Mates.

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anonymous asked:

Do you know which military kink fics are the best?? Thanks xx

*giggles* TEE HEE HEE I DO.

Here’s what I’ve read and bookmarked… SO FAR! I’m actually in the process of sorting all my bookmarks, so I’m sure I have more. :D

Sherlock’s soldier!John Kink is Getting Out of Hand bywendymarlowe  (E, 1,247 w. || Secret Crush, Military Kink, Masturbation) – Sherlock’s got a secret kink. And a secret box where he hides his pictures of John in uniform. And a very, very secret crush on his flatmate.

Straight Shooter by nefariosity (E, 3,249 w. || Est. Rel., Light Dom/Sub, Military Kink, PWP) – Sherlock has a military kink. John indulges him.

Spoils of War by sweetcupncakes (E, 3,563 w. || Bottomlock, Military Kink, Comeplay, Anal) – John brushes his thumb over the gun’s slide, over the rear sight. Sherlock’s mouth feels too wet. He could lick John’s fingers, suck on them, bite down softly on that callus that is a direct result of John’s frequent need to handle the gun at all. Sherlock could do that, John might like it, really. Sherlock has been told his mouth is absolutely lovely.

Uniform by kirakira_nanoda (E, 4,050 w. || Military Kink, Horny Sherlock, PWP) –  John indulges in Sherlock’s military kink. Part 2 of Sherlock’s military kinks

Private Rituals by justacookieofacumberbatch (buffyholic) (E, 4,377 w. || Mastrubation, Anal, Light BDSM, Military Kink) – Sherlock has a very specific masturbation ritual, but what would John think of it?

The Prize We Sought Is Won by deathfrisbees (E, 4,610 w. || First Time, Mild D/S, Oral, Military Kink, Bottomlock) – Sherlock’s in love, or in lust, or both–unfortunately, the object of his affections is not only his completely oblivious flatmate, but said flatmate would probably run screaming into the hills should he find out. John’s been invited to a wedding–unfortunately, the groom used to serve under him back in Afghanistan, and requests that John wear a uniform he’s honestly not sure he fits into. Unfortunately for both flatmates, Sherlock’s got a military kink the size of Kandahar and John wants to know if he actually can fit into this uniform or if his eyes are deceiving him. It goes from there.

All the Girls Love a Soldier by Book7BrokeMyBrain (E, 12,951 w. || Military Kink, Frottage, Domesticity, Post S3, Pining Sherlock, Kilt John, Wedding, Dancing) – John is invited to a stag party and a wedding. The related accoutrement suit Sherlock to a T.

Bedroom Tales by Junejuly15 (M, 49,950 w. || Friends to Lovers, Through the Years, H/C, Military Kink, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Insecure Sherlock, Voyeurism, Post-TRF, Ficlets, Fluff and Angst, Fix-It Fics) – Bedroom Tales is a collection of John and Sherlock ficletsThey are set at various stages of their relationship and are in no particular order. Some are fluffy, some sexy, some angsty, there is hurt and comfort, romance and love. What unites them is that they all play in a bedroom, but not necessarily the one in 221B.

Upon returning home from Afghanistan, John takes a job as a wealthy businessman’s personal and private doctor. The man is healthy so it’s really not difficult, but he’s also very cautious, so John ends up having to travel with him just in case.

All seems to be going well, John gets to travel all around the world and is free to do as he pleases while his boss is in meetings (he has to keep his phone on him at all times in case he’s needed). John couldn’t imagine a better set up until about two months into his employment, he meets his bosses not-yet-fiance, one Sherlock Holmes (boss says they’re practically engaged, Sherlock says they’re just dating and he has no intentions to ever marry). Sherlock had just completed an in depth case for Scotland Yard that required him to be undercover for several months, but with that all sorted, John’s boss wants him to stick around for a while. 

Now John is not only traveling the world, but he’s doing it with a brilliant, engaging, darkly funny, gorgeous, consulting detective. Aside from the occasional dinners and parties Sherlock ends up attending as the bosses date, John spends pretty much all his time with him. He even finds himself tagging along and helping Sherlock solve cases for local police departments, and slowly but surely John starts to fall hard for the one man who is definitely off limits. Another problem, it appears the feeling is very much mutual.

allroadsleadbacktobakerstreet-d  asked:

Angsty Sherlock headcanon coming your way: After the events of TFP Sherlock keeps on gaining more deleted memories from his childhood and starts to suffer from nightmares. Maybe one night John hears him screaming and goes to comfort him?

Er…so personally I think this is very bad, but I feel like you’ve waited long enough for your fill. 

In the Dark of the Night

Initially, John thought it was Rosie. A nightmare, maybe, or an earache - she’d had an infection the week before and her sobbing had kept him up all night, it was awful. But when he staggered over to Rosie’s cot she was asleep, her rosebud mouth curved in a tiny smile.

The sobbing doesn’t stop, though, and now that he thought about it, it didn’t sound like the unabashed wailing of a child. This was a shameful, muffled sobbing, the sound of someone who was trying their very best not to be heard.

John debated whether to make his way downstairs, but to his credit he didn’t actually debate very long before he found his way as quietly as possible down the creaky old stairs of 221B. The sobbing grew louder as he descended, occasionally interspersed with low whines like an animal caught in a trap.

“Oh, Sherlock,” he murmured as he took in the scene. Sherlock was scrunched into a ball on the couch, his face jammed into a pillow, his entire body shaking. He jerked when John spoke, and immediately sat up, trying to surreptitiously wipe his face on the sleeve of the dressing gown.

“John!” he said, pasting a smile on his face. From where John was standing, it mostly looked sick, and Sherlock’s mouth kept twitching. John had never seen Sherlock’s face so out of his control before. “Sorry, did I wake you?” he asked, and jerked to his feet. “I’ll just…” he waved his hand vaguely in the direction of his room. John did not miss that his other arm kept the pillow clutched across his midriff like a shield.

“No, it’s fine,” John said, and planted himself on the sofa. “Had a nightmare, won’t be getting back to sleep anyway.” It was a brazen lie, of course, but now Sherlock would feel compelled to offer comfort - it wasn’t as though John didn’t know how Sherlock’s brain worked by now. Sherlock sat down next to him, and they spent some time staring into the shadows of the living room.

“I used to dream of Afghanistan,” John says, and Sherlock looks at him from the corner of his eye, his fingers still digging into the couch pillow like it’s an anchor, or a lifeline.  “Before I met you. I’d wake up and I’d be crying, and I couldn’t stop. Not for hours. Some nights I was afraid to go to sleep.” He takes a breath, sighs it out. Sherlock doesn’t move. “Some nights I’d sit on my bed with my gun in my hand, and I’d…wonder. I’m still not sure if I would ever have gone through with it, but I wondered, sometimes. If…all this-” his gesture took in the world, his life, everything, “was really worth it.”

Sherlock sucks in a deep breath.

“What-” he stops, licks his lips. “What do you dream about now?”

John shrugs.

“It varies. Mary, Culverton Smith. Moriarty. Sometimes I dream about that damn cabby, even,” John says. “I’m always just too late. I dreamed of the morgue two weeks ago. Dreamed that nobody came in and stopped me.”

“You’d have stopped yourself,” Sherlock murmurs.

“Yeah maybe,” John says, but he’s not so sure.

They sit in silence for a while, watching the play of streetlights and headlights on the walls. It’s central London, there are always passing cars casting patterns into the flat. Even at fuck-off-o’clock on a Sunday.

They are quiet for so long that John almost jumps when Sherlock speaks.

“I killed a man in Tokyo,” he says. “He was one of Moriarty’s and he had information I needed. I…I had forgotten, until now. Well, until Eurus.”

John wants to ask how, wants to ask why, but he bites his lip and says nothing.

“I sliced off his eyelids,” Sherlock says in an eerie, distant voice. “I thought, if he could tell me what I needed to know, I could…he was strong, though. I could have admired him, if he hadn’t made it so much harder.” He holds out his hands in front of him and stares at them. They’re shaking like leaves. He clenches them into the pillow again. “I thought…I thought I could do it. I thought I could do it all and then come back, and there would be you, and-but. But now every time I close my eyes I see his face. He didn’t look human by the end. Just an animal in pain. I told myself it was mercy when I cut his throat.” The laugh sounds painful, jagged, a thing of edges and pain and bitterness. “I knew it was, in Serbia. In Serbia, god. I’d forgotten Serbia, too. Deleted it, locked it away. I’d have kissed the knife, then, if I’d thought it would free me. Just an animal in pain.”

John watches as Sherlock tilts his head back and swallows, but the tears are flowing free now, even though Sherlock’s face is completely blank.

Suddenly, he knows what to do. He turns sideways on the couch, reaches out, and pries Sherlock’s hand off the pillow to take it in both his own.

“You should go,” Sherlock says, but his long fingers are curling around John’s palm, giving the lie to his words. “You should take Rosie and…”

“No,” John says.

“I killed people,” Sherlock insists. “I’m a monster.”

“You’re an idiot,” John says, and yanks on Sherlock’s hand, hard, so that he falls over into his lap. He catches an elbow just left of his vulnerables for his trouble, but a moment later he has Sherlock - who has gone totally limp with surprise, tucked up against his chest, his curly head under John’s chin. “This man in Tokyo, you say he was one of Moriarty’s?”

Sherlock nods stiffly. His hands are moving restlessly, as though they’re not sure where to settle, but eventually one of them curls into the fabric of John’s t-shirt.

“He ran the Asian side of a human trafficking operation.”

“And did his information help you get home?” John asks, weaving one hand into Sherlock’s curly hair to stroke his scalp. Sherlock nods.

“Good,” John says. “Then I’m glad you killed him.”

Sherlock goes rigid in his arms.

“John, but-”

“No, I want you to listen to me for a moment, Sherlock,” John says quietly. “Will you do that for me?”

“Of course,” Sherlock says instantly, and John smiles into his hair.

"I’m glad that you killed him, Sherlock. I’m not happy that you had to do it, I know it cost you something, but I can’t say I’m sorry that you could. Because if killing that man was part of what brought you home, then I can’t say I’m sorry he’s dead.”

Sherlock tries to twist to look up at him and John lets him.

“You really mean that,” Sherlock says, quietly amazed.

“Of course I do, you idiot. Losing you is my worst nightmare, of course I’m glad you could come back, even if it took killing someone, even if it took killing a hundred someones.” Sherlock looks stunned, but John presses on. “And if, you know, we ever come across whoever put those scars on you…just say the word, Sherlock. I learned a thing or two in Afghanistan that I bet you don’t know.”

Sherlock huffs a strangled laugh and hides his face in John’s neck.

“No need,” he says. “Mycroft took care of them. I’m told the person who found the bodies is still in counselling.”

“Good,” John says, and strokes Sherlock’s hair softly. It feels as though they’ve crossed some kind of Rubicon here, like they’re finally moving again in the direction everyone in the world thought they were. He has his hand in Sherlock’s hair, and Sherlock is holding on to his shirt with both clenched fists. “That’s good. Now let’s try to get some sleep before Her Ladyship decides its time for breakfast.”

And they continue to lay there in the dark, the two of them. Silent but not alone, twisted but not broken, until dawn starts to light the sky over London.

Personal Fic Recs (aka: Stories I’ve read lately which definitely deserve more love <3)

221b Secrets by MorganeUK

This is a series of 221ficlets about secrets. Some are sad, some are funny - they’re all very beautifully written and it’s a great idea!

In The Name Of The Lord by Philomena85

I read the German version of this, and I promise you: this story is amazing! A very unusal, interesting idea. Beautifully written: After returning from Afghanistan, John goes to a monastery in hope to find a meaning in his life. There, he meets a certain “brother William” …

I never read something like this before!

Back To The Shadows by MissLee

Ouch. That one hurts. But there’s Mycroft being a very good brother :) (Sherlock after TSOT)

England Would Fall by ecrichard

I will never understand, why this fic has so few kudos and comments … it’s amazing. It hurts in all the right ways, the characters are amazingly written and the relationship between Mrs. Hudson and the Holmes Brothers is just beautiful in this. It made me cry. A Must Read!!!

Summary: Mrs. Hudson is attacked. Sherlock is a suspect. As he sits in the cell, paralyzed with fear and regret, he remembers how the woman he calls landlady was more of a mother than his own.
The Assistant - delightful_fear - Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 15/15
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Harry Watson, Sebastian Wilkes, Mycroft Holmes, Sherlock Holmes’ Mother, Sherlock Holmes’ Father, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Molly Hooper, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Alternate Universe - Never Met, Los Angeles, Fake/Pretend Relationship, London, New York

Back from Afghanistan, John is not doing well. He takes the job of the live-in assistant to a famous author, Sherlock Holmes, while he writes his latest book. He can handle six months with a moody author while he figures out what the next chapter of his life will be, can’t he?

Lovely AU with John and Sherlock meeting in LA rather than London.  John is not a doctor, but still affected by his time in Afghanistan.  I enjoyed all the shout-outs to local events, charities, and venues in all three major story locations (LA, NYC, and London), and John wanting to find a way to help fellow vets was very in character.

John paused in his typing to look up at his flatmate across the sitting room. The telly was on, but the volume was turned down, so it was more of an ambient noise. Neither of them had been watching anyway. John had been typing up their latest case, while Sherlock had been sprawled in their armchair with his fingers steepled together underneath his chin.

It was disconcerting how quiet Sherlock had been since they had returned from Scotland Yard. He seemed to be staring at nothing, and the bluish-white glow coming from the telly danced eerily across his pale features. Even as John had been struggling with the right words to put on his blog, he had also been bracing himself for another of Sherlock’s dark moods following the close of another case. And even though John should’ve already been used to it, the way Sherlock had been watching him closely for the past several minutes still gave John an uneasy feeling, like he was another one of those organisms being placed on a glass slide and examined under Sherlock’s microscope.

He wondered what was occupying Sherlock’s mind at the moment for him to be so deep in thought. And he wondered what Sherlock was deducing about him now. As he ducked his head to return to his writing, however, it was then that Sherlock finally decided to break his silence.

“Why do you always follow me?”

John’s fingers froze over the keyboard. Slowly, he raised his head to meet Sherlock’s piercing eyes. “Would you care to be more specific than that?” John frowned as his gaze settled on the bandages circling Sherlock’s left hand. “How’s your wrist?”

“The swelling has reduced considerably. I’ve been keeping it elevated above my heart like you’ve said. Why do you always follow me? Why do you always go where I go, even when I don’t ask you to?”

Of course Sherlock would be as direct and blunt in this as he was in everything else. John rubbed his eyebrows tiredly. He carefully saved his blog entry for him to edit later and closed his laptop to give Sherlock his full attention. “What brought this on, Sherlock?” he asked gently. “Why are you suddenly asking me this?”

“You don’t answer a question with another question.” Sherlock narrowed his eyes. “You’re deflecting.”

“And you’re being irrational.” John pursed his lips. “Is this about last night? Did you not want me to be there?”

“What I want is irrelevant,” Sherlock said curtly. “You could’ve been shot. Again.

“And you could’ve broken something worse than your wrist,” John snapped. “You jumped out of a window, for Christ’s sake!”

“I wouldn’t have needed to if you hadn’t been there to be an easy target!” Sherlock shot back.

John inhaled sharply, and Sherlock clamped his mouth shut.

“I’m not even going to dignify that with an answer,” John said quietly, his voice suddenly made of steel.

Sherlock glared at him for a few more seconds before he resolutely turned his head to stare broodingly out the window. John pressed his lips together indignantly before he reached for the remote and turned off the television. Dimly he noted that his left hand was steady as it slowly replaced the remote on the table. Then with a deep breath, he turned his attention back to Sherlock and silently waited for the storm to pass.

He didn’t have long to wait. “Did it ever occur to you, John,” said Sherlock, “That it might be wrong for you to follow me?”

John narrowed his eyes in apprehension. The anger and the hurt were still simmering low in his gut, but he could feel his pulse quickening with worry. “Why are you saying this, Sherlock?”

“Because I don’t always know.”

And it was this simple, quiet admission that stole the breath out of John. “What?

Slowly, Sherlock turned to face him again. Sadness, frustration, doubt, and self-pity were all warring within his grey gaze. “I don’t always know what I’m doing, John. Sometimes it seems like I do, but I don’t. I really don’t. I don’t know everything all the time.”

And underneath it all, John realized with a jolt of surprise, was guilt.

“Of course you don’t, Sherlock, that’s not why I—”

“I can’t always anticipate what will happen next. I can’t always accurately predict what the next move should be. I don’t always know where we should go or what we should do or who we should trust.” John’s eyes were widening at the almost hysterical note Sherlock’s words were escalating to. “I don’t always know what’s right or what’s true and if you follow me all the time I might lead you to a mistake, John. Because sometimes I’m wrong and—”

Sherlock abruptly stopped to catch his breath, and John unconsciously inhaled along with him. He hadn’t realized he had been holding his breath along with Sherlock.

“And it might cost you your life,” Sherlock finished softly.

And there it was: the crux of the matter, the source of this ridiculously convoluted misunderstanding. Sherlock’s eyes were oddly bright and he turned away, blinking furiously.

“Sherlock, you self-righteous twat,” John whispered. “I don’t follow you because you’re right all the time. I follow you because—”

He felt his throat suddenly constrict, and he swallowed, unable to continue speaking.

The chain felt heavy against his chest.

“Because what, John?” Sherlock quietly asked.

He turned at the sound of a clinking chain, unnaturally loud in the quiet that descended upon the room. Sherlock blinked as he realized that John had loosened his shirt at the collar and was clutching at the end of a chain that dangled from his neck. John caught his inquisitive gaze and smiled at him tentatively.

“Do you know what this is?” John asked.

“Yes,” answered Sherlock, before he hesitantly added, “It’s your dog tag from your days in Afghanistan.”

He watched as John stared at it with an unreadable expression on his face. “Did you know I was still wearing it?”

“I’ve… always suspected,” Sherlock began slowly, “but you always wore your shirts buttoned up to the collar, so I never really had proof.” He straightened in his seat and let his hands fold delicately onto his lap. “Until now.”

John’s gaze rose to steadily meet his. “Do you know what it’s for?”

Sherlock took his time in answering, suddenly wary of the direction the conversation was heading. “It’s worn by military personnel, required at all times especially while on the field,” he said. When John remained silent, and seemed to wait for him to continue, Sherlock took a deep breath before he elaborated. “It contains the bearer’s basic medical information, such as blood type and history of inoculations, as well as the bearer’s religious preferences. Its primary use is for identification of the dead or the wounded should they ever be left out in the battlefield.”

“And with these tags, the bodies can be properly treated or disposed,” John quietly added. He ran his fingers over the twin pendants. “If the bearer is killed, the second tag is collected for notification, and the first remains with the body for later identification. That is, if they even come back for it.”

Sherlock felt his chest suddenly tighten. “Why are you telling me this?”

John smiled at him, but there was no humor in his eyes. “You’re the genius, Sherlock. Why don’t you tell me the reason why I’m still wearing it?”

Sherlock frowned anxiously, but the intrigue of solving this puzzle – the enigmatic Dr. John Watson – proved too tempting to resist. He leaned forward in his seat and let his elbows rest on his knees as his steepled fingers touched his lips. He peered at John closely.

“It’s definitely not because of a fashion statement,” Sherlock declared. “It’s not exactly something you like putting on display for people to notice since you’ve been hiding it underneath your clothes all this time.”

The corners of John’s eyes crinkled in suppressed amusement, and he nodded for Sherlock to continue.

He cocked his head to one side, his eyes narrowed in deep thought. “And it’s not because of sentimental attachment either,” Sherlock said slowly. “You’ve been having nightmares about the war, and it’s not something you enjoy reliving.” This time, John’s eyes widened in surprise. “Some of these memories… are things you’d rather forget.”

Sherlock noted with satisfaction the way John’s jaw clenched and the way his fist tightened around the chain. He probably didn’t expect that Sherlock knew that much about him.

“But wearing that dog tag isn’t helping you forget these nightmares,” Sherlock mused. “So why not just discard it or put it away? Why hold on to it?”

John was silent. Sherlock watched him closely, determined to know the answer. Then his gaze flickered to the gun resting beside John’s laptop, and he breathed out, “Oh.”

John tilted his head. “Figured it out, then?”

Sherlock looked into John’s eyes. “It’s for security. Wearing it gives you a sense of comfort.” He glanced briefly at the silver pendants. “It somehow makes you feel… safer.”

John was looking at him as if he was expecting more. When it seemed that Sherlock was done speaking, John slowly let out the breath he had been holding and shook his head, a small smile on his lips.

“So close, Sherlock,” John murmured. “So very, very close… but not quite.”

Mesmerized, Sherlock watched as John rolled his neck and raised his fist above and around his head to remove the necklace. The chains clinked against each other as John dropped his arm, the tags clutched firmly in his left hand.

John’s eyes were a deep, dark blue as he opened his fingers and gazed at the engravings. Sherlock couldn’t help but notice that, under the dim light of their sitting room, John looked more tired and world-weary than ever.

“I was scared to be without this identification, Sherlock,” John finally admitted quietly. “That’s the simplest and most basic truth, summed up for your judgment. I was scared.”

Sherlock’s brows furrowed. “Why?”

“Because,” John said softly, “I was scared I might disappear.”

Sherlock swore he literally felt and heard his mind grind to a halt. “What?”

Desperately, he tried to catch John’s gaze, but already John was somewhere far away, caught between a desert sun and a rain of bullets, a place where Sherlock had no hope of following.

“I went to join the war in Afghanistan because I wanted to be somebody. Not in the sense that I wanted fame or recognition, but… I wanted to be useful in this world. I don’t want to waste my life just standing by and doing nothing. I wanted to matter.”

His right hand reached over to clutch his left shoulder. “And then this happened, and I was sent back to London before I was done fighting, like some discarded piece of broken weaponry and—”

The chains rattled as John’s left hand trembled of its own accord.

“And then I was a nobody again,” John whispered. “I was a limping, wretched waste of space, whose hard-earned medical degree had been useless in curing the pain that didn’t even exist.

“John,” Sherlock interjected, and he inwardly cursed himself for being truly at a loss for words. Helpless, he could only watch as John curled his right hand over his left in an effort to control the tremors. John let out a shaky breath as he dropped his gaze and stared at the floor as he spoke.

“Did you know, Sherlock,” John murmured. “I used to stare at the walls of my old flat and think, ‘I could die here, and no one would even know. No one would even remember who I am, or what I did in my short, pathetic life.’”

And then suddenly, the gears clicked together in Sherlock’s mind, and the reason became glaringly, horrifyingly clear.

John,” Sherlock whispered.

“I figured if I’m wearing these tags when I die,” John said softly, “At least they’d know my name.”

Sherlock’s breath caught in his throat when John suddenly raised his head to smile at him. “You know, I think your brother figured me out even before you did, Sherlock. Hell, I think he knew even before I did.”

Sherlock frowned. “What does Mycroft have to do with anything?”

“He told me the truth,” John said simply. “‘When you walk with Sherlock Holmes, you see the battlefield.’”

Sherlock’s brows creased. He had been watching John closely all this time, and after that strange pronouncement, he couldn’t understand why John looked so… at peace with it. “Because I always lead you to danger?” Sherlock asked tentatively. “Because I risk your life everyday when I ask you to follow me?”

John stared at him for a long moment. And then impossibly, against all reason, John’s smile widened. “You were right.”

“I was right.” Sherlock blinked. “Right about what?”

“You really don’t always know.” John was grinning now, and the change that overcame his previously solemn features was staggering. “So you better listen closely, because I’m going to tell you something I can’t believe you still don’t know.”

John stood up and walked to the center of the sitting room. “And I’m actually glad you asked, because I realized…”

And Sherlock could only gape in shock as John promptly dropped his dog tag in a carton box in the middle of the floor.

“I don’t need this anymore.”

Sherlock stared at the twin pieces of metal resting against his leather gloves. “Why?”

John straightened, his shoulders thrown back. His whole body felt suddenly, immeasurably lighter without the added weight around his neck. “Because your brother is right. I do see the battlefield in you. And you’re a war worth fighting for. Because regardless of what other people think of you, or what you think of yourself, you’re a good man, Sherlock Holmes. And I follow you,” John paused, reevaluated his words, and amended, “I choose to walk with you, beside you, because…”

He turned to face Sherlock fully.

“You’re my greatest victory. You’re the battle I’ve already won.”

Stormy grey eyes met a calm sea of blue as Sherlock swallowed and asked, “And what were you fighting against?”

And John’s weathered face broke into a gentle smile. “Being forgotten.”

The spell that had wrapped around them was suddenly broken by the jarring sound of a ringing phone. Both men stared at each other stupidly for a moment before John realized that the sound was coming from his own pocket. He reached inside his jacket and fumbled with his phone as he stared at the name flashing across the screen. “It’s one of my patients,” John muttered. “Hang on, Sherlock, I have to take this call, excuse me for a moment.” He stepped out into the hallway to answer.

Several minutes later, John hanged up, a worried frown creasing his forehead. “Sorry, Sherlock, but I think I have to head out tonight.” He replaced his phone back in his pocket and turned towards Sherlock.   “I have to go visit this patient of mine, he seems to be having complications with his… medication…”

John’s words trailed off. He stood in the hallway, transfixed, not trusting himself to speak, not even daring to breathe.

Sherlock was now standing in the middle of the sitting room, his body half-turned away from John. His head was bowed, and his unruly curls had fallen across his face, partially obscuring John’s view of his eyes. In his bandaged hand, he was clutching John’s dog tag.

And with agonizing slowness, Sherlock raised the twin pendants to his mouth and pressed his lips tenderly against them.

I’ll remember.” The words were murmured against the cold metal in an intimate caress, a solemn promise, a heartfelt truth. “I’ll remember.


After being wounded while serving in Afghanistan, Dr. John Watson returns to contemporary London. The battle worn soldier is plagued by his experiences and struggles to readjust. However, through a mutual acquaintance, becomes a flatmate with brilliant if eccentric private investigator, and Avian, Sherlock Holmes. 

Sherlock Holmes is one of the few free Avians to have a celebrity status. His arrogance and invulnerability lend him to quite a following of enemies and admirers alike. Yet, no one really knows the tale behind his enigma. 

When the truth comes out, both doctor and Avian are thrown into a more dangerous situation than anyone imagined. Between pressure from radical Anti-Avian groups and prejudice from their allies, John and Sherlock learn to fight each other’s demons. Whatever they may be. 

Aliferous by Succulents on AO3

Johniarty Fanfiction Rec

All fanfiction here is completely consensual Johniarty. They do not all end happily, but they feature Jim and John being with each other without any of the commonly associated factors of this ship, such as Stockholm syndrome or rape. None of these break up John and Jim in favour for another relationship. Remember to check the tags on each fic for warnings.

Organized from shortest to longest (because that’s how I like opening fanfiction recs :P)

Mark My Skin (Make It Permanent) - Jim hates covering Sebastian’s appointments. He runs the parlor, but he doesn’t enjoy getting his hands dirty. Until one of Sebastian’s old army buddies comes in for a touch up, that is.

Write Truth On These Scars (Cause They’re Only Lies) - The first time they meet, John has perfect skin and a flawless smile. The next time, there’s scars over his entire body and closed lips.

99 Problems - When John is doing his weekly trip to Tesco, he gets an unexpected shopping buddy in the form of he world’s only Consulting Criminal.

The Hangover - A trip to Las Vegas combined with a lot of alcohol? Yes, even the brightest minds will fall. Nothing beats the morning after the party. The hangover.

Come About - Pirate life seemed to suit John, and serving under Captain Moriarty had its boons.

Knight, Burning Knight - "Bloody hell, Watson,“ Moran rasps. "What are you doing here?" "Strangely enough, that was what I wanted to ask you too,” John replies wryly, stretching his left arm out cautiously and taking a closer look at the other man. “Punctured lung?" Kidnapped during a case, John rescues himself and comes across an injured Sebastian Moran. Afterwards, Jim Moriarty changes his mind and decides that one John Watson isn’t as boring as he first seemed.

What Gets The Blood Going - After being shot, John Watson is honourably discharged and forced to return to London. Upon his return, he finds that he is missing something in his life: the excitement. He decides to take a buddy’s advice and become a blood donor for vampires in hopes that it will help. When he is rejected because of the shrapnel in his shoulder, which "taints” his blood, he decides to just make the best of the night. He isn’t expecting for any vampire to take an interest in him. Especially not one as interesting as Jim Moriarty.

Five Steps To Freedom - After being bitten in Maiwand, Afghanistan, John Watson is honourably discharged after presenting as an Omega. He is sent to the Centre, a location that keeps Omegas in order to properly pair them with a compatible Alpha through a five step process. For John, this place has become a prison. However, that is soon to all change for John when an Alpha finally decides to go through the process with him.

Miles Of Stars - The author has no summary, and while I could try to describe this fic, there frankly is no right way to put what it is in any other words than what has been written. Just trust me and read it.

Never Again - Jim knew in that moment that there was something more to his neighbors’ relationship. That maybe his limp had nothing to do with an old war wound and everything to do with something a lot fresher. A lot more domestic. AU

Toxicology - "The boxes were damn heavy, and John was tired of hauling them down the rickety flight of stairs to the street. The living room was dead silent when he passed by, but then, what did he expect?“ Sherlock breaks John’s heart. Moriarty is there to pick up the pieces and introduce John to the London criminal underground.

Dr And Mr Moriarty - John is Jim Moriarty’s husband… …and he is a perfectly ordinary bloke. Criminal activities don’t touch their relationship. Absolutely. They have an ordinary relationship and marriage. They are both happy - for a given value of happy, between a secret criminal mastermind and an ex-Army surgeon. Right? Sherlock Holmes is confused. Dr Moriarty is a psychopath, who’s happily married to Jim Watson. From the outside looking in, Dr Moriarty is the most interesting, most beguiling entity to grace him. They should be playing their great game… and Dr Moriarty shouldn’t be tied down to someone as plebian as Jim from IT… right?

Fully Operational - Customizable androids usually take twelve months to create. Jim Moriarty was willing to pay for his customized android to be fast tracked to merely eight months. Upon awakening, John Watson can tell something’s not quite right with his owner, but he doesn’t know exactly what or how to find out.

On The Orbits Of Asteroids - Watson has a secret from his past that he’s kept from Holmes, but the past has a tendency to come back and haunt you.

Here Comes The Sun - John Watson, reaped for the 67th Hunger Games, vows to himself and his sister, that he’ll make it back to district eight alive, no distractions allowed. Only problem is, he didn’t count on meeting Sherlock Holmes or Jim Moriarty.

Things That Start With M - John is lost in the monotony of mundane life, visiting Sherlock’s grave every week. Imagine his surprise when he meets someone there… A dark-haired genius who’s supposed to be dead. Oh no, it’s not who you’re thinking. Don’t be OBVIOUS, nothing is as it seems, and madness is like gravity… Like falling down a rabbit hole. Post-Reichenbach AU.