Based on Waterhouse’s Ophelia.
Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.
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Hold on to your hats, tumblr. It’s past midnight EST, and shit’s about to get kinky all up in this blog. Sorry this is so long and full of porn, and also you’re welcome.
“John, sex is a key motivator in crime. Do you really think I’d let myself be ignorant in an area that important?”
That gave John pause. He studied Sherlock for a moment, thinking. “Reading a book about how to drive a car doesn’t make you a good driver.”
Sherlock raised a haughty eyebrow. “And swallowing up every glass of wine placed on a bar does not make you a vintner – or even a connoisseur.”
The Great Sex Olympics of 221B, by XistentialAngst
(John/OMC, John/OFC, Sherlock/OMC, Sherlock/OFC, Sherlock/John, explicit, 58,614 words)
Okay, I know what you’re thinking. The title sounds cracky, the plot sounds flimsy…you’re not thinking very highly of this fic right now. BUT I BEG YOU TO GIVE IT A CHANCE. I didn’t expect much going into it, and it started off a bit slow for me, but oh my god it was completely worth it.
Okay, so Sherlock thinks he’s better at sex than John. John thinks he’s better at sex than Sherlock. Sherlock devises an experiment to find out who is right: they will choose two people, a man and a woman, who will have sex with each of them, and rate them afterwards. And to collect as much data as possible, while one is having sex, the other one will be in the room, watching. You know, for science.
Are you convinced yet? No? Well then just imagine this scenario: it’s Sherlock’s turn to have sex with stranger #1. He’s faltering, losing interest. John is watching in the corner of the room and decides to give Sherlock some…visual stimulation. Yes? No? How about this: this fic is kind of like a less intense “Cure for Boredom.” ….Ah, now I see I’ve convinced you.
Sherlock has stood at John’s door a total of nine times now, creeping upstairs silently and listening as John hisses, gasps, moans. It makes the hair on the back of Sherlock’s neck stand up, hearing such wanton noises coming from his friend.
(This is How) You Make My Heart a Hunter, by consultingdepressive
(John/OFC, Sherlock/John, explicit, 3,735 words)
Oh. Okay, if you have a dirty talk kink, then just go read this fic and be completely satisfied for the rest of your life. If you hate dirty talk, then just skip this one and go on to the next.
I guess “voyeurism” implies watching people, but this fic focuses more on listening. Sherlock likes the way John sounds. The noises he makes, like humming to himself or singing in the shower…oh, and also the sounds he makes while masturbating. Yeah.
So Sherlock begins following John when John picks up women. And eventually Sherlock gets caught listening. And then dirty talk and alley sex and fantasizing and basically everything I love and it is all perfect and flawless for the rest of my life forever the end (if you come to this blog looking for well-written reviews, then I am very sorry). Yes, you should read this. The ending makes me happy, too. I mean, the sex is incredibly satisfying, but the ending just makes me all warm and fuzzy.
“You want me to…” John wasn’t sure he could find the words. “You want me to watch you perform oral sex on random women?”
A Taste of Murder, by pennydreadful
(Sherlock/OFC, Sherlock/Anthea, John/OFC, Sherlock/John, explicit, 10,949 words)
I was thinking of doing a rec list called “ridiculous reasons for them to have sex,” and this was going to be on it, but…yeah.
Okay, so as evidenced by the above quote, Sherlock has to perform oral sex on a bunch of women while John watches…John finds it rather arousing, but is it because of the women or because of Sherlock? Yes, this fic sounds absolutely ridiculous, but who really cares? It’s by pennydreadful and I will read just about anything by pennydreadful. Also, did I mention that there’s art for this fic? Check out the last chapter, you guys.
Anyway. I have to admit, it’s a little weird for me to read Sherlock having sex with women. My preferred headcanon!Sherlock is gay, though I can read him as pretty much any sexuality. But it’s just harder for me to see him with women. Does that make sense? I don’t know. What am I saying. Why is it 2am.
BONUS: If you like voyeurism and haven’t read the aforementioned A Cure for Boredom, then you are missing out on everything that has ever been worthwhile in life. Don’t let the tags scare you away. I put off reading it for ages because I thought the tags were a little too kinky for me, but. Oh. Oh my god. This fic. This. Fic. Oh, and reapersun just posted art of it. So. I have been freaking out about that for the past hour or so. Welcome to my life.
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I love, love, love the 5+1 format. I don’t know what it is…I guess I like seeing short snippets of scenes? It seems to me like scenes are always so compact and concentrated in 5+1s. When they’re well done, each part really packs a punch. And I like the progression they show. …I don’t know. Here, have some.
“Would you stop using ‘you’re a doctor’ as a get out of an awkward situation free card?”
Five Times Sherlock and John Had Realistic Sex, And One Time They Didn’t, by pennydreadful
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 1,811 words)
I. Love. This fic. I can’t even tell you how many times I’ve read it. The whole concept is great. Because I do deeply enjoy fantastic, perfect, fanfic sex, but awkward and realistic fanfic sex can be like a breath of fresh air.
You will laugh. You might get grossed out. But you really need to read this one.
He’d demanded, begged, to know why and then Sherlock had stared at him, his voice as icy as space.
I am bored.
Five Ways it Ended, and One Way it Didn’t, by nox_candida
(Sherlock/John, brief Mycroft/John, mature, 8,376 words)
Ouch. John finds out that Sherlock has cheated on him, and…again: ouch. He goes to Mycroft for help, and each of the five parts describe different ways in which Mycroft responds. Or fails to. Obviously, included in the title is “one way it didn’t.” But don’t expect too happy of an ending. It’ll still sting.
This fic contains a lot of things that I tend to avoid (angst, drugs, character death…) but I really enjoyed it. It feels real to me, if a little dramatic in parts.
“Well, my husband was such a charmer too you see. He had those twinkling eyes just like John’s. I’ll always remember those eyes. They twinkled as they put the lethal injection right into his arm.”
(Sherlock/John, John/OFCs, PG?, 4,300 words)
This fic is hilarious, and so much fun! It’s a great pick-me-up when you’re feeling down. …I’ve said this about fics before. I may have to do a pick-me-up rec list. Anyway, I love quietly-moping Sherlock and meddling Mrs. Hudson. I need more meddling Mrs. Hudson fics (send me some?). Felt a bit bad for John, but really. He was just looking for love in all the wrong places. Sorry, man.
It’s been two years since this was posted, but I would still give anything to get the details on that final night.
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The whole being-with-one-person-while-thinking-of-someone-else thing is my all-time favorite angst trope. And when I say “being with,” I am referring to pretty much any level of intimacy, though the most common is, of course, sex. Having sex with one person while longing for another. And god, when they say the wrong name in bed…that is the cherry on top of the angst sundae.
John lifts a hand to his face and rubs at his eyes but doesn’t open them. “When you showered earlier, you…”
Irene nods and runs her fingers through her hair. John breathes deeply, his nostrils flaring as he takes in the familiar scents.
“Sherlock’s shampoo, his soap, everything. And I’ve been wearing this dressing gown all day.”
What He Likes, by suchanadorer
(John/Irene, sort-of John/Sherlock, explicit, 4,676 words)
This takes place during Scandal. The summary is pretty perfect, so you should probably read that. But basically, Irene seduces John by…I don’t know, manipulating his senses? Does that make sense? There’s a big focus here on senses. Smells and sounds as well as textures. It’s really quite fabulous. I love it when senses other than touch are elaborated on during sex scenes.
I like that, while reading this, I kind of felt as dazed and confused as John. I was in that same fuzzy-brained state of Sherlock-Irene-Sherlock-Irene. I didn’t know who to think about. …I think this fic got to me.
“But I wasn’t thinking about her,” John said. It wasn’t true, but that didn’t matter. “She was sucking my prick, and I was thinking — thinking of — “
A Matter of Degrees, by sophiahelix
(John/OFC, Sherlock/John, explicit, 32,360 words)
Oh. Oh god. Okay, so only the first two parts are really relevant to this list, but this whole series is so. Fucking. Fantastic. I read the latest installment earlier today, and I was pretty much dying all day at work because I only got through half of it on my lunch break and had to wait four hours to read the rest.
ANYWAY. In this fic, John and Sherlock have a little…agreement that John will bring women back to the flat for a one-night stand, and Sherlock will listen from the other room. While wanking. ohgoddsfhlskjdghlskfj. Sherlock is getting off on hearing John have sex, and John is getting off on knowing that Sherlock is getting off… It’s just…I can’t even. I melted.
She knows that when he kisses her, he’s thinking of someone else.
Blind, by aelangreenleaf
(Sherlock/Molly, sort-of Sherlock/John, mature, 554 words)
A short post-Reichenbach drabble, in which Sherlock stays with Molly for a bit and they wind up having sex…a few times. The emotion in this one is pretty intense, in only 550~ words. It makes my heart ache for both of them.
I’ve recc’d this one before, in Fics That Make My Heart Hurt (naturally). Because it is just so good, you guys. How on earth does it only have 500 hits? GO FORTH AND READ THIS, TUMBLR.
What was more frightening? That he knew all the intimate proofs that this could not be Sherlock, or that he wanted so desperately to pretend that it was?
The Violet Hour, by breathedout
(John/OMC, Sherlock/John, explicit, 58,450 words)
Okay, I guess this one doesn’t really count. Because the thinking-of-someone-else bit only happens in chapter five. This is mostly a 1920’s AU and casefic. But god, the chapter five bit…I’m about to spoil it for you, so stop reading if you care, but in chapter five, John gets a handjob from an OC whose hands closely resemble Sherlock’s. And god, it’s kind of heartbreaking.
I’ve already recc’d this one in Two Long AUs, and Two Shorter Ones, so. I’m repeating myself here…Sorry?
Okay, bonus: if you haven’t read A Cure for Boredom, you need to. It is chock-full of this trope. And then you’ll understand all the “cinnamon” references that the fandom makes. Just…trust me on this one.
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A collection of fics containing rather awkward situations. Not painfully awkward, just hilariously awkward. Will probably make you lol and/or grin. All are quick reads, perfect for a pick-me-up when you’re feeling down.
‘And then when your partner is having an orgasm you pull them out. Not roughly, you understand, it’s not like starting a lawnmower–’
Untitled Fill, by anonymous
(Sherlock/John, mature, 2,413 words)
Written for a prompt on the kinkmeme asking for Lestrade et al going into the flat for a drugs bust and finding Sherlock and John’s sex toys. And then Sherlock proceeds to explain the uses for each one while John dies of embarrassment and has some coffee with copious amounts of brandy.
So this fic is hilarious and I am loling everywhere, but it also satisfies my desire for fluff, because oh gosh you guys, their relationship…they are so sweet I am probably dying here. I love love love smug, proud-of-being-with-John Sherlock.
Wish you were here. No one to talk to and nothing else to do with my mouth without you here to occupy it. SH
I’m saying I’d like to fellate you right now, if that wasn’t clear. SH
Awwwwkward, by anonymous
(Sherlock/John, PG-13, 1,647 words)
In which Sherlock accidentally sexts Anderson. Woops.
Anderson’s texts are kind of hilarious. I can totally see him using the abbreviation ”fml.” …Actually, the entire text conversation between him and Sherlock is hilarious. And oh gosh, the fact that Sherlock’s contact list is basically a list of childish nicknames…heh. Let me love you, oh consulting five-year old.
“John, I’ve decided that in the interest of gaining a more complete knowledge of human interaction, I need to seduce you.”
That Awkward Moment When…, by trashyfiction
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 4,404 words)
A first-time fic in which sex is awkward. But it’s mostly Sherlock’s fault.
Once it is agreed that they will be having sex, Sherlock reveals that he had kind of assumed he would be topping, and then explains his reasoning. Cue irritation from John, and a whole bunch of negotiation. Negotiation is nice and all, but in the heat of the moment, they find that they have changed their minds. And that is totally a-okay.
Sherlock is sprawled on the sofa, looking more unkempt than Lestrade has ever seen him. He’s wearing his usual black tailored trousers, but they’re not buttoned up, although (thank goodness) his fly is up. Only one of his shirt buttons is done up, halfway up his chest. He somehow manages to look more thoroughly indecent than if he were fully naked.
Sherlock’s Sex Hair Minifill, by anonymous
(Sherlock/John, PG-13, 1,067 words)
Poor Lestrade. He walks into 221b to find a very debauched, post-coital Sherlock. And then half-naked John. I would not mind walking in on this myself, but Lestrade apparently finds it rather awkward.
I really love can’t-keep-their-hands-off-each-other Sherlock and John. This fic delivers. So thank you, anon.
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Just in case anyone thought that my blog was quality…Do I really need to explain the title of this rec list? I don’t think so.
“Good heavens, John.” Sherlock sounded faintly stunned. “You never said.”
Full, by thirdbird
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 4,949 words
Size kink. In which John has an enormous cock and Sherlock wants it in him. Even though he’s a virgin. Yeah, I’m pretty sure this is impossible, but whatever. That guy is determined. The sex is a little awkward and, despite physical impossibilities, realistic, which is great. And the description of Sherlock’s orgasm is pretty fabulous. You know. In case you were hesitating.
It’s gotten really problematic, actually, how much John likes to think about coming on Sherlock’s face.
Those Cheekbones, by hauntologie
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 1,630 words)
That quote pretty much explains the entire plot. So…um…yeah. Sherlock deduces what John wants. Sex is had. With John naked and Sherlock clothed, which I kind of dig. I don’t know. I just like it when Sherlock is on his knees. I will make no apologies.
John unfolded the small scrap of paper.
“Next week. Same time, same booth.”
It was signed with an elegant “SH.”
I’m Not Actually a Pervert, by dorothydonne
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 7,217 words)
I suppose you could call this an alternate meeting fic. In which John and Sherlock have anonymous sex through a porn shop’s glory hole.
Ahahahaha, what has my life become? Anyway, the point where it switches from oral to anal sex (I’m thinking this isn’t a spoiler, because those are both tags) kind of…squicked me a bit? Because it just kind of happens without communication, and consent is murky. I mean, it turns out enjoyable and desired by both parties, but it made me pause and make the following facial expression: :/
[sometimes I write quality reviews. this is not one of those times. but you should still take a look at my master post]
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As promised, here are four fics that focus on kissing. And yes, they will give you feels. Either happy light-as-a-feather feels or frustrated-and-angsty feels. Or maybe even both.
“Sherlock, that kiss was…it was. Well, it was very different from all the…other…kisses.” He trailed off. It suddenly struck him how ludicrous this entire conversation was, how ludicrous it would sound to an outside party. He rubbed at the bridge of his nose. He resisted a very strong urge to touch his lips. “What was it?” he asked quietly.
A Quiet Murmuration, by cathedral_carver
(Sherlock/John, teen+, 4,684 words)
Sherlock has done something reckless, and John is not happy about it. Sherlock owes him one. …So Sherlock will pay him back with 1,000 kisses. Okay, maybe a silly premise, especially because it is not established relationship, but just go with it, because it is totally worth it. I absolutely adore all the different types of kisses. And day 116…oh. I LOVE day 116.
This fic is pretty much guaranteed to make you feel warm and fuzzy inside. The ending is great and will make you grin, but man, I want to read more so badly.
Sherlock kisses him, soft tiny presses of lips, barely long enough each to count as a kiss. He whispers John’s name over and over between kisses, voice broken and anguished.
Subtleties That We Are Not Aware Of, by belovedmuerto
(Sherlock/John, teen+, 1,657 words)
Ooo, the emotions in this one, you guys. It’s kind of angsty, but then there’s hurt/comfort, and…man. It’s actually a pretty brilliant balance of fluff and angst, which is rare.
The beginning describes the first time that Sherlock kissed John, and it’s super intense. He’s so desperate and conflicted and…he’s on the brink of despair. Sherlock is like the roiling tides and John is just so steady and solid. I want a John Watson of my very own. Can somebody get me one?
He was probably categorizing everything John did in some sort of mental database. Kissing, taxonomy of.
Amenable, by Resonant
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 6,120 words)
UGH, YOU STUPID BOYS AND YOUR STUPID COMMUNICATION ISSUES. I was actually thinking of doing a “stupid boys and their stupid communication issues” rec list, but then I realized that it would include almost every fic ever. Why are these two so often shit at talking to each other?
Anyway, this fic starts out with a whole ton of making out. I am a big fan of that. And then it tips over into explicit territory, and…well, that doesn’t exactly have the desired outcome. Expect a bit of angst due to lack of communication. I applaud this fic for being pretty perfectly in-character, and for having some really clever writing. I may have to steal some of Sherlock’s one-liners for use in everyday life.
Sherlock’s entire brain was on fire, overstimulated from an entire lifetime without touch and without affection, but in it all, all he could do was mirror what he knew and the only thing he truly truly knew in this world was John.
A Mirror Image, by IntoTheSkyUntil
(Sherlock/John, teen+, 2,995 words)
Here, tumblr. Have some nice fluff after those two angsty fics.
Okay, so John teaches Sherlock how to kiss in this fic. On the sofa, after watching a movie and having some whiskey. And oh man, this this is just so soft and sweet and lovely. It’s like a tasty slice of cheesecake or something. It might be too sweet for some people, but…not me. I want to hold this fic really close. And then make out with it. …Not that I’ve ever made out with a slice of cheesecake before. But I wouldn’t be adverse to it.
Bonus: I was going to include Kissing John Watson on this list, but then I realized that I’ve already rec’d and reviewed it in my “It’s Okay If You Want to Wait” rec list. You know…Just in case you’re interested.
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An AU rec list, by request. Feel free to request things anytime, tumblr.
Somewhere in John’s mind he knew that this was the time for strenuous denials, but instead he felt something in his chest just — break. There was a cavernous pit in him; and at the bottom, current arced like electricity through steel wool. In love with Sherlock Holmes, then. Bloody hell, he thought, there will be no stopping it now.
The Violet Hour, by breathedout
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 58,450 words)
This is a rather long casefic taking place in 1920, and involving the Bloomsbury Group, which I ashamedly must say I knew nothing about before reading. This fic submerges you completely in its world, and uses a ton of OCs, many of which are based on actual people. I cannot even tell you how many Wikipedia articles I brought up because I wanted to learn more.
As for the Johnlock, beware the angst of chapter 5. Oh gosh, my heart broke for John. But never fear, anon. There is a happy ending on the horizon.
…Is that a spoiler? Anyway, there’s a whole ton of footnotes per chapter. Read them, and then impress your friends with your new-found historical knowledge.
Sherlock ran a website called The Science Of Seduction, on which he gave advice on the best ways to get laid, wrote blog entries detailing the results of his various sexual ‘experiments’ and generally contributed to the stereotype of ‘every gay man is a sex-mad playboy’. John avoided the thing like the plague.
The Art of Seduction, by flawedamythyst
(Sherlock/John, Sherlock/multiple OCs, 3 parts: 82,878 words total)
Oh man, I love this fic something fierce. It was inspired by Queer as Folk, and you can totally tell. Basically, every character is some flavor of queer, and they go out clubbing a lot, and Sherlock hooks up with everyone and anyone he wants….except John. To John’s disappointment.
This fic is huge amounts of fun, except for a bit of torture in part 2. Yeah. To be honest, that part threw me off a bit, because I was used to everything being lighthearted and slightly silly, and then BAM. ANGST. DRAMA. TORTURE. But torture aside, it is a splendid (and did I mention fun?) fic. And for all the talk about sex, it really isn’t that graphic. Anyway, I highly recommend this, if you haven’t read it already. I want to live in this world.
In the first weeks that John is Sherlock’s neighbor, Sherlock runs into John a few times when he goes to pick up mail or is forced to get groceries, and each time John just smiles kindly at Sherlock like they’ve known each other for years and Sherlock feels something go funny in his chest, something that has no logical reason to happen, because all that nonsense in romance novels about ‘fluttering hearts’ doesn’t actually happen in real life. And Sherlock knows this, of course he does, but it doesn’t stop the way he suddenly wants to know more and more about John, the way he lingers in the landing when John’s heading out and he’s just coming back in himself.
The Story of Ink, by ohmydarlingdear
(Sherlock/John, PG-13, 6,400 words)
This fic. Is so. Sweet. An AU in which Sherlock and John are neighbors, living across the hall from each other. And John is an artist. They get to know each other, and Sherlock starts spending a lot of time at John’s flat, and…oh gosh, I want this to be an adorable PG-13 romance movie.
I’m kind of in love with artist!John. But I wouldn’t want to take him away from Sherlock. So.
“Am I dead?” he asked, though he was unsure why the afterlife - if there were such a thing - would present him with John holding his hand, it was the only logical explanation.
Untitled Fill, by _doodle
(Sherlock/John, PG-13?, 10,000-ish words)
Multiple AUs in this one. When Sherlock jumps from St. Bart’s, he wakes up in an alternate universe in which he and John are a couple. When he goes to sleep, he wakes up in a different alternate universe. In which he and John are a couple. And this keeps happening, over and over. A dozen different realities, and in every one, he and John are together.
A couple of these alternate realities are heartbreaking. This fic will beat you up a little, but it will be worth it. I actually wish some of the alternate realities in this fic were expanded into fics of their own. Can we make that happen, tumblr? I know, I ask so much of you sometimes. But please?
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Military!John won my impromptu what-do-you-want-tumblr? poll, so here you go, lovelies:
“Wrong,” Sherlock says, very fierce. John starts a bit, which is probably bad, but Sherlock can’t help it. He is just too wrong. “It is the best thing. Nothing has ever been better than that scar right there. It is the bloody quintessence of Good Things, so don’t you ever say otherwise. Don’t you dare.”
Where the Poppies Blow, by songlin
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 2,101 words)
Ah, this fic, tumblr. This fic is a bit of a character study on John as a veteran. It explores how he got shot and why (because he is a splendid human being who saves people). Followed by tender and loving sex. SORRY BUT SEX SNUCK INTO EVERY ONE OF THESE RECS
I DON’T KNOW HOW THAT HAPPENED.
I think “tender” might be the key word here. This fic is tender and emotional without being over-the-top with sappiness. It’s just kind of quietly gorgeous.
‘It is my job to protect the civilians,’ John replies, staring straight at Sherlock. Sherlock visibly swallows and licks his lips, making a small sound John thinks is another, ‘Oh,’ before regaining his ability to speak.
Sherlock’s Military Kink: Uniform, by kirakira-nanoda
(Sherlock/John, NC-17, 4,000 words)
Okay, so this is actually a follow-up to another fic, in which John discovers that Sherlock has a military kink. In the follow-up, John decides to dress up in his old uniform and try a bit of roleplay. …There needs to be more roleplay fic in the world, tumblr. I’ve only read two, and that’s including this one.
What I love about this fic is how much fun they’re having. There’s no drama, and okay, maybe not much of a plot, but it’s just so lighthearted and fun, and FUNNY. And there’s a tender moment at the end that kind of melts my heart. I enjoy this quite a bit, and have read it more times than is probably healthy.
This leanly-muscular man, sun-gilded and bronzed, standing easy and loose, was his own flatmate, John Watson. The man in the photo did not look like the sort who wore jumpers, did not look like the sort who pinched his lips together and sighed heavily when he really wanted to snap ‘keep those cow eyes out of the bloody olive jar until we’ve finished all the olives!’, nor did he look the sort who would tolerate many of the other things Sherlock did that he knew annoyed John—whether or not John blatantly said so. However, he did look almost exactly like the sort who would shoot a murderous cabbie without a qualm.
Nostalgia, by random_nexus
(Sherlock/John, NC-17, 9,129 words)
This fic was written in response to a prompt wondering what Sherlock’s reaction would be to seeing soldier!John. Sherlock finds a collection of photos of John from when he was in the army, and…um. He likes what he sees.
The descriptions of the photos in this fic are amazing. I can see each one perfectly. I am dying for someone to draw them (and indeed, someone did draw one - check out the notes at the top of the fic). Fanartists of tumblr, can we make more fanart happen?
[Edit: Oh, I almost forgot. If you like military!John and haven’t read Two Two One Bravo Baker, then just…what are you doing. Go read it. Now.]
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My favorite type of fic! These are pretty much guaranteed to bring a smile to your face. Good for recovering from angst, healing your reichenfeels, and cheering up after a bad day.
‘You’re wonderful,’ Sherlock breathes. ‘God, you’re… you’re perfect.’
The Love Song of Doctor John H. Watson, by Kate Lear
(Sherlock/John, explicit, 11,160 words)
An established-relationship fic in which John takes Sherlock out on a crime-tour of London to celebrate
Valentine’s Day Lupercalia.
This is one of my favorite fics of all time. I cannot even tell you how many times I have re-read my favorite parts. John is the greatest, everything is sweet and perfect, and there is so much love, and alkjsfhlsjdgflsgdhlks.
If he was honest with himself, he had to admit he had a small crush on the only consulting detective in the world. If he was really honest with himself, he had to admit it was much more than that.
I Prefer to Text, by ellie_hell
(Sherlock/John, teen+, 8,578 words)
Sherlock and John grow closer via text messages, where they can write what they are afraid to say to each other’s face.
I really love confessions via texting. This fic is warm and comfortable, and pretty much total fluff-with-plot. But that is alright by me. I am also partial to fics involving gift-giving, and John’s thoughtfulness in choosing a gift for Sherlock is just…so adorable.
How he hated that meddling fool of a brother! John Watson was none of his business. And most certainly, Sherlock was not smitten.
He just wasn’t.
Mesh-Up, by s0mmerspr0ssen
(Sherlock/John, teen+, 9,726 words)
An AU in which John owns a knitwear shop. Sherlock stops by as part of a case (of course), and can’t seem to stay away.
This fic is as cozy as curling up in front of the fireplace during a snowstorm. Exactly what one would expect from a fic about a knitwear shop. I really like how-they-met AUs in which either one asks the other out on a date in a totally casual, drama-free way. …Or just any fic in which there is no sexual identity crisis or panic over destroying their friendship. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it can be nice to be drama-free sometimes.
Don’t like happiness? Prefer to angst? Check out this post’s sister post:
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