Summary: When a news story about a hostage situation in Afghanistan breaks, details about John Watson’s military service come to light that the doctor had kept secret for a long time. Sherlock is intrigued and John manages to surprise the British government. What John needs in light of this story and the PTSD responses it flares up, is a friend. Can Sherlock Holmes step up to the job?
Comments: My favorite Sherlock fic, I go back and reread this one all the time. Also available on FF.net
Summary: "If Sherlock’s brain is a hard drive, then these attacks are an electro-magnetic pulse.“ Sherlock Holmes does not do anything by half, not even a migraine. It falls to John to witness one of the greatest minds he has ever known tear itself apart, and he must do his best to help Sherlock pick up the pieces.
Summary: A precog, a telepath, an empath, and a clairvoyant walk into a bar. That their names are Sally Donovan, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, and Sherlock Holmes may or may not be highly relevant.
Summary: “You want us to be some…what, psychic and potentially homoerotic Charlie’s Angels?”
John Watson’s observations aren’t too far off the mark: Afghanistan replaces London and our psychic quartet begins to learn the practical applications of their skills in a warzone. General badassery is just a side-effect.
Summary: After John cooks five dinners that slowly reveal their hunger for each other, Sherlock and John finally share a first kiss.
Coming home to find John busy in the kitchen, a strong wave of domesticity had washed over Sherlock, stirring up something unexpected, something he hadn’t quite known he craved until now. But it was more than companionship he was responding to, it was… what, exactly?
Intimacy. That was the word he was fumbling for. It felt intimate to walk into their home, water bubbling, spoon circling, fingers mounding, scooping, cradling food.
(Inspired by Sherlock’s line about John from The Sign of Three: “And he can cook… Does a thing … with peas…”)
Summary:It was a strange experience, waking up beside someone in bed. It had been a while since he had last done it and John found himself conscious, in his semi-conscious state, of all those old dilemmas of morning breath and pillow-creased cheeks and blood rushes to odd places.
Summary: Written for a prompt. Moriarty frames John and “Anthea” of betrayals which cause both of the Holmes brothers to cut them off. Cue BAMF!John and BAMF!“Anthea” doing their best to clear their names.
i am sitting on the couch, i hear tapping on the door behind me, i turn around and see this
what do i do
he is here….
i still lose it every time i see this post because someone let a fucking goose into their house just because tumblr said to and if that doesn’t perfectly define all of our experiences on this shitty excuse for a website i dont know what does
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