imjohnlocked:

valeria2067:

The night John came home well and truly drunk after an old Army buddy’s stag do was a reamarkable night for Sherlock Holmes.

It was the first night he had the opportunity to see John naked from the waist down.

“Shhhhrrrlock,” John slurred, “my zip…

sherlock-in-heels:

They were bejeweled. Accented with gold. They even had a caged-parrot heel for heaven’s sake.

But as Sherlock strutted round the flat in nothing but those four-inch fancies, John did not shout “Ahoy!” He did not growl “Avast!” He made not one grab for precious booty (to the exasperation of the man with the booty).

No, no matter what thematic enticement Sherlock presented to his lover, John remained completely ignorant of the great importance of the day.

Then, just before midnight, as Sherlock gazed out over Baker Street, John ghosted up behind him, silent as a ship on still seas.

Pressing his small front against that bare back, John whispered, ”Come, me hearty, I’d dearly love ye to walk me plank.”

Sherlock turned in his lover’s arms. “Aye, Cap’n,” he murmured, “I’ve been waitin’ all day to…blow ye down.”

(Yeah. It’s September 19. “Talk Like a Pirate” Day. You know Sherlock would care about that.)

                — Fic: Atlin Merrick; Shoe: Charlotte Olympia

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megg33k:

Synopsis: AU in which John Watson’s life has not gone as planned, and it’s about to get even stranger…

Written for suprise329

Complete: Pt 3 of 3

Read Pt 1 here and  Pt 2 here  or keep up with all of my fic on AO3

Word Count: ~4,640

Inspiration: ‘One Tiny Thing’ by 8in8

Warnings: Heavy angst, suicide

My name is John Watson, and this is the story of how I lost my faith in the arms of an angel. That story, however, cannot be told until you understand who I am and how I became the man standing before you. My story is long, often sad, and almost always impossible to believe. Right now, I will make you three promises… no more, no less: I speak the absolute truth, for no one of sound mind would ever dream to create the events thrust upon me. I wouldn’t change a single moment of my tale. And, I am truly happy.

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fuckyeahjohnlockfanfic:

Sherlock is injured badly whilst on a case for Mycroft and his life is changed forever.

THIS IS THE EXACT REASON I TRY NOT TO READ WIPS. But God am I glad I read this. You might want to wait until it’s done to read it but since it’s so long it might be a good…

jupitereyed:

I’m in LOVE with this piece and its sequel!

(And I WILL fanart for it <3 )

This is one of my absolute favorite non-smutty Johnlock pieces. It’s breathtakingly gorgeous.

prettyarbitrary:

youcantsaymylastname:

fuckyeahjohnlockfanfic:

First, he is shot in Afghanistan. Second, he wakes to a phone call in Chelmsford, Essex. Third is pain, fourth is normalcy, fifth is agony and sixth is confusion. By the eighth, he’s lost track. (John-centric AU)

This is a fantastic fic in which John wakes up in four separate lives each time he goes to sleep! It’s amazing because of the writing and because of the concept. John has two London lives, one in Afghanistan, and one in Chelmsford. I was totally surprised—in one of his lives he had never even been a solider, but John was still John. The story’s really emotional and crazy (as you would expect!) and John has a hard time keeping track at first, but he gets the hang of it. I think the most heart-wrenching thing in the fic is when John realizes he has six months left of his tour in Afghanistan, and it will take him two years to complete it. There’s also a sequel, which is just as good, where John has Sherlock help him outsmart…Sherlock. Hahaha.

Guest review by trivia-goddess.

Just wanted to add a bit to this one because I’ve been meaning to review it myself. I loved it, it was very interesting and really draws you into the story. At first it was a little hard to keep track of his different lives and how his days work but it was written well enough so that when John gets a hang of things so did I. It was a really clever and unique idea! There’s a lot of little things that broke my heart in this, John having to literally re-live Afghanistan was hard and , without spoiling anything, his Chelmsford life was heartbreaking when John finds out what happens when he isn’t there to save a life. When John does find out that he can save people in his other London I was impressed with how the author managed to handle the other possibilities. It had a good butterfly effect undertone. Make sure to read the second part because there’s a lot of really good parts in it. Some amazing parts for you shippers too! I really love the fact that John gives Sherlock the chance to figure out his secret before he tells Sherlock. It was clever and I enjoyed getting to watch Sherlock figure it out. Overall it’s one of my favorite AUs. Very well written and really clever! -Devin

Word Count: 31623

My Rating: A

Read it here, fic by bendingsignpost.

The inimitable bendingsignpost, ladies and gentlemen!  If somehow you have missed this gem of a fic, this glorious mind-bending trip through alternate realities, this paragon of the writer’s craft, fortuitously scribed for us in the Sherlock fandom, WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU STILL READING ME GOING ON ABOUT IT.

The World on His Wrist, first installment of the Watches!verse, on Ben’s LJ.

The World on His Wrist on AO3.

shadowsdance:

“You need to talk to him,” John said firmly, crossing his arms and giving Sherlock a look, making sure the man knew how serious he was.

“You know I’m no good at these sorts of things,” Sherlock says, but John shakes his head.

“No. You’re the one he wants to talk to right now. Go.”

Frowning, Sherlock follows after his son’s steps up to the boy’s room.

-

“I don’t want to talk,” Hamish mumbles into his pillow when he hears his father at his door.

“You’re old enough to know better than to pout, Hamish.”

“‘M not pouting,” the boy mutters again, but he rolls over and sits up on his bed. “I don’t want them.”

Sherlock steps inside the room and nods. “But you need them.”

Hamish shakes his head. “I don’t. I’m fine.”

“You can’t see the board at school.” Hamish doesn’t answer. Sherlock’s frown deepens as he takes a careful seat next to his son. “Why don’t you want them?”

“…What if they laugh at me?”

It is then Sherlock understands why John sent him up here to talk. In hopes Sherlock will be able to give him advise on bullies.

He remembers Mycroft’s words to him as a child. Coming home after dealing with imbeciles all day. It is the price of genius, he supposes. No one else understands. And no one likes what they can’t understand. Mycroft always told him he was better than the rest of them, something he still generally believed. With a few obvious exceptions. Unfortunately, he doesn’t think this is the lesson John wants him to teach their son.

Hamish is like Sherlock enough to be the target of bullies, but not like him enough not to mind. Hamish wants to be friends with the other children at his school.

“Don’t listen to what others say about you, Hamish. Who are your friends?” Hamish is quiet for a long time.

“…There is one boy,” he whispers finally. He still hasn’t looked his father in the eye. “He told Carter off.”

Sherlock wonders, briefly, what it might have been like if he met John as a child. If he had a friend on his side. He dismisses this thought quickly.

“If he likes you, he won’t mind if you wear glasses. And people like Carter aren’t worth any worry you have for their opinion. They are worthless.”

Hamish manages a weak smile. “…Alright, I’ll try them.”

Sherlock pulls the glasses from his pocket and holds them out. Hesitantly, Hamish takes them from his father’s hand.

(Source: theolivedisciple, via mene-tekel)

ibelieveinmycroft:

I love the Holmes brothers fractured fraternal bond. It seems incredibly deep to me, and plucks on my heartstrings in the best and worst possible ways. It’s a tricky characterisation to get right; the bite and bile, a reticence tinged with respect, and the underlying current of fondness. But…

greencarnations:

Oh Sweet Agony!, a Sherlock/(&)John post-Reichenbach fanfic rec

Like the cliffhanger spawned dozens of escape theories from the pool, the fall has resulted in some pretty great fics, too. There are some really, really sweet stories of reuinion in this list, but you know what they say about seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. You first have to survive getting hit by a speeding train. Wait, what? It doesn’t go like that? Well.

Some are BBC-compliant, and others were written even before series 2 aired. Like the AU and smut rec, you’ve probably already read these if you virtually live in AO3, but I like putting things in lists so.. As always, be mindful of the ratings!

The Good Morrow by greywash (series)
The Quiet Man by ivyblossom (WIP)
Given In Evidence by verityburns (WIP)
We Go Anywhere But To The Ground by geordielover
Minds Like Ours Dream Up by BlackEyedGirl
(Life is) A Series of Risks by SkipandDi, MirrorSkippy
The Loss of Touch by Kaiseilin
1, 2, 3, 4, 5 *untitled* series of fics by areyoutryingtodeduceme
Spaces Between by aubkae
And the Cat Came Back by Ishmael
The Death Dealer by thefarofixer (WIP)
The First Time (was not at Barts) by wakeneve
In Love, in Faith Unbroken Dwell by coloredink
I Don’t Know What More to Ask For by halotolerant
Trimmed & Burning by achycarnations
Sine Qua Non by beyondinsane
Post-Reichenbach by M_Leigh (series)
Light in the Darkness by emmagrant01
The Sigerson Letters by h3rring, makokitten (WIP)
Hours Before Midnight by augustbird
Acceptable Risk by astolat
Out of Sight by Mazarin221b
Traces by Magnolia822
A Man of Letters by krabapple
Communication in The Absence by hanbunnotsuki
As We Are Defined by the_arc5

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