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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

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John comes back from the war broken in more ways than one.

Warnings: Mild gore, character death

Crossover: Fullmetal Alchemist

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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

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“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 fun—and learning—are the primary goals of our research, serious injuries may occur. For your own safety, and the safety of others, please refrain from—who—whr—brzt—”

Warnings: crazy maniacal computer system


Crossover:
Portal

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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

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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 get there soon.

Warnings: Character injury (stomach).

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“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: Kidnapping, Moriarty being a creeper

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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

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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),

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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 vision, laughing. Always laughing.

Warnings: Capture, (daemon) separation, non-consensual daemon touching

Crossover: His Dark Materials/Golden Compass