Hey everyone! Just posting this to say that I’m still alive and that this blog isn’t dead. I’ve just been a bit busy due to holidays and work. I’ll try and update within the upcoming weeks (I figure more fics will appear due to the new episodes!). Hope everyone had and is having a good holiday. -K
fuckyeahsherlockfics: Five Things John Watson Will Never Tell Anyone Author: Raina Rating: R Genre: 5 Things/Angst Word count: 2,843 Summary: There are things about himself that John Watson will never, ever, tell anyone. Not even consulting detectives who might already know. Why read it: What is John Watson? A kitten in a jumper? A BAMF ex-army doctor? A long-suffering milk-fetcher? Yes,...
Greetings! I stumbled across this fic, and it was too strange and surprisingly angsty to pass up. After Sherlock Holmes’ death, John Watson keeps his brain in a jar: http://shkinkmeme.livejournal.com/4996.html?thread=9772932#t9772932 Warnings: character death (pre-fic), brain in a jar
John comes back from the war broken in more ways than one. Warnings: Mild gore, character death Crossover: Fullmetal Alchemist
The mediwizards tell him that it was a close call. That he nearly died. That he narrowly avoided the Avada Kedavra. But that he’s fine or rather will be fine. That he’s alive. And John believes them. He doesn’t know any better. Warnings: Near death experiences, death related dreams Crossover: Harry Potter universe
“Hello and, again, welcome to the Aperture Science Research Facility,” blares a voice from nowhere. It’s British and male and young and manically cheerful. “We hope your brief detention in the relaxation vault has been a pleasant one. Your specimen has been processed and you are now ready to begin the test proper. Before we start, however, keep in mind that although...
He detected early the tragedy that the human brain, with all its capacity, gets clouded with a never ending flood of bodily needs and emotions. How perfect it could be if one was able to overcome those. Warnings: Character death
John groans at his side and Sherlock presses him closer to him in an attempt to hush him. John’s fingers dig into his shoulder - Sherlock knows it’s meant to be a lot tighter than it feels. It also is not as strong as it had been a moment ago. He feels his stomach start to shoot toward his toes but sheer will and fury keeps it firmly where it is. They need to get somewhere safe and they need to...
“So what is this then?” A sick feeling was settling in John’s stomach. “A much more elaborate game for Sherlock?” Moriarty wiped his lips and a sickening smile spread over his face. It reminded John of the Grinch, how the longer the smile got, the more distorted the features became. “A game, yes. But this has nothing to do with Sherlock.” “Then who? Mycroft?” “No silly. You.” Warnings:...
Children are supposed to be the most important things in the world, but Harriet Watson’s parents have always made it clear to her where their priorities lie. So when baby John comes along, it’s easy for her to prioritise her own wants and needs over his. After all, her parents have. Warnings: Neglect, drinking (by both parents and minors), drug use
The worst part though was the way John had both his hands clamped firmly over his mouth, and had them that way for a while if the white bloodlessness of the appendages were anything to go by. Warnings: Psychological trauma, kidnapping (pre-fic),
Day turned to night, but John didn’t have any real sense of the time passing. Moriarty was at times angry and at other times gleeful. Occasionally both. He praised John for being a good, if uncooperative, subject as he ran his hands through Jorrun’s fur and yelled, slapping John in the face when John’s mind wandered. Asnneth was always there, just out of John’s peripheral...
He doesn’t have a headache, but his head feels hollow, buzzing with an emptiness that indicates that he recently may have suffered from a very large one. Sherlock reaches out his hand, palm up, and waits. Warnings: Memory deletion
He gets so tired sometimes that it’s like being seasick. Everything rolls out under his feet in exhausted waves and god, his head - his stomach - he’s uncomfortably light like he’s half-full of helium, his legs are solid metal. He feels like a harlequin, or a patchwork, all cobbled together haphazardly from mismatched pieces and materials. He’s been put together all wrong. It’s all the effort in...
When Sherlock first met John it was on the front door step of his shared, tiny house, in the rain. About two words into John’s explanation as to why he was huddling against the wall in an attempt to remain dry (“sorry, I think I’m staying here with my boyfriend, but I guess I’m a bit early and he has the key…”), and Sherlock couldn’t and didn’t particularly want to stop the surge of irritation as...
Sherlock’s world, at that moment, was quite small indeed: a small, white hospital room, a small bed, a small screen that held the rest of it. Warnings: Violence, psychological triggers, character death.
Ridiculous, but it was there nevertheless, and was in fact John’s only clear thought as conciousness drifted away like smoke on the wind. Warnings: Rape/Non-con
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afrogeekgoddess: Fugitive!Sherlock, post-Reichenbach, pre-return. A chronicle of his life on the run with his grief and guilt. Angst, loneliness, dark, disturbing moments. Read on FF.net or AO3 (thanks for reading!). Snippet: There are days After when he can’t remember his own name. He has been so, so…
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Waking You Up
“John dies and Sherlock blames himself, so much so that the guilt begins to affect his life. However, he keeps getting dreams of John talking to him and assuring him that he’s not dead.”
In the three years since Moriarty's death in the... →
Warnings: excessive torture
From a bridge, John takes in the view of life... →
John still gets nightmares about Afghanistan.... →