Completed Johnlock Fics (So far)
A typical case out of town (post-Mary) leads to reflection, secrets shared and misunderstandings. Thinking he is going to lose John for good, Sherlock decides to try to take as much as he can before his companion is gone forever... But he always misses something and John never fails to surprise him.
Lots of feels, some smut and a happy ending - in more ways than one (ಠ‿↼)
What began with a drugged and vulnerable Sherlock confessing some things about his sexual history and feelings towards John (after Irene Adler injected him and escaped), becomes a sweet, humorous and awkward journey of Sherlock overcoming his past to flirt with the idea of something more with his companion. Misinterpretations and misunderstandings plague the two, as the good-natured, compassionate and sometimes BAMF ex-army doctor, is seduced by-proxy by the mad-genius detective trying to work through what he wants and if he is capable of providing it.
Ex-soldier John Watson knew from the very first moment he met the tall, dark haired stranger that this could be dangerous. He soon finds himself drawn into the enigmatic man's gravitational pull as the threat and mystery keeps increasing.
A story in which both John and Sherlock are true BAMFs, and everything that happened in BBC S1Ep1 still happens it is just reinterpreted in this new BAMF context.
After all their wars have been fought and the criminal masterminds defeated John and Sherlock are only left with their own demons and ghosts to defeat. Can they at last find their peace, and each other, without the war?
An AU ficlet: Rugby Captain John Watson and science-minded photographer Sherlock are classmates at uni. Sherlock has a class project where he needs a nude model. He asks the only boy that intrigues him, John Watson, to be his model. The more time they spend together the more they realize there is a perfect attraction between them.
Slow, sexy, sweet burn to eventual smut.
Hiraeth: a combination of homesickness, longing, nostalgia, and yearning, for a home that you cannot return to, no longer exists, or maybe never was.
John faces the reasons he hasn't come home to 221B post S3 and finds the courage to make the leap.
One day John finds a photo of a young man in a medical encyclopedia. Carrying that photo carries him through war until he at last meets the man that carried him through hell and back.
“Have you ever kissed a man, John?” Sherlock’s voice is even and slightly disinterested.
John’s eyes widen. “Sorry, what?”
“You heard me perfectly well. A simple yes or no will suffice,” Sherlock’s voice is a sigh of impatience.
A chase through the woods at night triggers some dark memories for John. Sherlock helps him find his way back.
Just a bit of fluff I dug out of my old writings and dusted off, because who can't use a little Johnlock fluff right now?
Down in the well, with the water rising, John faces the truth which he had been hiding from for so long. When Sherlock finally comes down to hold him up until the police can arrive, he has the chance to say all the things he never could say
Inspired by fan art created by @sturfadurf
Their moment comes... Finally.<br />
Confessions are made and everything changes.<br />
Sherlock finds a new name for John that embodies how he truly feels for the man. It takes John a bit to catch on, but then Sherlock finally puts his feelings on the table.
Something is wrong with John Watson.
As hard as Sherlock tries to focus on his experiments, the cases and his immense relief that his world has returned to some semblance of ‘right’ the thought keeps bubbling to the surface like a nagging suspicion that he is missing something important.
John Watson is acting all wrong.
“It’s a simple construct, John. There is nothing I value more than data. Facts, John.” Sherlock flourishes a long, thin hand, then steeples his fingers together over his lap. He scans John with steel blue eyes. “In place of some appalling or imbecilic gift inflicted upon me in the name of tradition on Christmas day, I propose that you provide me with one previously unknown fact about you for each day leading up to Christmas.12 in total, John.”
“Sherlock Holmes!” Mrs. Hudson rounds on Sherlock. Her fists are on her hips again. John thinks he sees Sherlock duck his head in a small cringe, though he continues to refuse to look up at her. “You should be ashamed of yourself. It’s not decent.”
