Sherlockian Modern Classics Part 1
if I wish hard enough can these just magically appear as books on my shelf or
brb going to start my own publishing house and will print all of these books
Why didn’t I know about the fanfics thing dammit.
I can’t believe that anybody recommended A city without walls. It’s the “Alone on the water” for the Sherlock/Lestrade paring and, even if I don’t ship them, it broke my hearth. So yeah, you don’t need to add it, but I wanted to let you know :3
Whoah, I never expected to get that many! In case you don’t know, this lovely anon pointed out that if I asked my followers to send me their favourite fanfictions we might end up with a pretty neat list. And neat indeed it is. I didn’t read all of these myself just now, but I’m working my way through! :) Thank you all so much, and I hope you have fun with all these recs!
All of these (except the kinkmeme fills) have info on rating, pairing and length, many have a more detailed description. I took the liberty to comment on some :)
||| SHERLOCK/JOHN - JOHN/SHERLOCK
Quiet Love Song by stickstockstone (Rated: PG, Fluff, Sherlock/John, Words: 636)
A short drabble, based on this gif:
The Assembled Madness by pennin_ink (Rated: NC-17/Hard R, Sherlock/John)
Arranged marriage AU. Long.
as you consume the longitudes by wreathsandbells (Rated: NC-17, Sherlock/John
Words: 4000)
Written for this kinkmeme prompt, requesting Sherlock/John where they’re only together when John and Sarah are on the outs.
Seven Hours in the Sun by hyacinth_sky747 (Rated: NC-17, First Time, Slash, John/Sherlock, Words: 7211)
Traffic Lights for the Colour Blind by lavvyan (Rated: PG-13, John/Sherlock, Words: ~9,400)
Summary: In which it’s not the war John is missing, Sherlock needs to find new ways to hang on to his flatmate, and Moriarty tries to get himself a pet of his own. Features also: guns, tea, the reason Sherlock Holmes won’t take the tube, cell phones, a budgie, and one obnoxious older brother.
Major Pieces by Lindentreeisle (Captainblue) (Rated: Gen, case!fic [from what I gather], entire word count: 31 858)
Burning Up Through Your Veins by verasteine (Rated: PG, Fluff, John/Sherlock, Words: ~5,579)
Summary: Even Sherlock has feelings, no matter how hard he’s learned to deny himself.
Chameleon by velvet_mace (Rated: R, AU, eventual Sherlock/John, long)
The Perils of Urban Warfare by phantomjam (Rated: PG-13, John/Sherlock, Words: 7,300)
Personal rec as well!
Stranger at the Gate by endingsignpost (Rated: NC-17, Sherlock/John, I take it?, entire word count: 81k)
Summary: As far as initiation rites go, kidnapping a human doctor from a defended town ought to seem extreme. When James Moriarty offers him the challenge, Sherlock never considers saying no.
Fantasy vampire AU
Let’s Make A Bed Out In The Rain by theimprobable1 (Rating: R, Sherlock/John, Words: ~18,000)
Summary: John is devastated after his long-term girlfriend leaves him. Sherlock helps him through it.
Personal all-time favourite ♥
A Life Well-Lived on the kinkmeme (Sherlock/John, Words: ~5700)
Prompt: John got scared off men by an abusive past relationship. Sherlock has to try and woo him while not scaring him off with protective posessive rage.
cucumberbatchin seal of approval, dear lord, I love this fic to pieces
26 Pieces by Lanning (Rated: Explicit, case!fic, perfect combination of torture, survival and the resulting schmoop, ♥, Sherlock/John, Words: 28 235)
Consultation by nszypher (child!fic, Words: 3584)
221B Queens School by Cumberbitch99 (Rated: M, Romance/Angst, highschool!AU, long)
Untitled Fill on the kinkmeme ( Sherlock/John, Words: 3268)
Aside from all the obvious reasons, I love this fandom for starting a fic by referring to the Ramayana.
Here Goes by mesmiranda (girl!John, Words: 2775)
the only way we know by youaremyscience (Rated: Teen and Up Audiences, Sherlock/John, Words: 7286)
Inspired by this “prompt” : All the beds two people have shared and their relationship waxing and waning through all the times they’ve slept together, in any context.
YES.
A Love with No Name Series by aceofhearts61 (Rated: gen, asexual!Sherlock/straight!John, entire word count: 49,955)
In which Asexual!Sherlock and Straight!John are platonically in love life partners.
Personal all-time favourite ♥
Pod!fic for the first two (out of 20) chapters available!
Too Much To Hold bySparkle_Free60 142)
A Dangerous Disadvantage by The Lady Of Purpletown (Rated: T, Sherlock/John, Drama/Romance, long-ish)
Changing The Rules by xelectrogirlx (Rated: M, Drama/Angst, Sherlock/John, long)
We Go Anywhere But The Ground by geordielover (Rated: M, Angst/Romance, John/Sherlock, Words: 24 678)
The Sensation Of Falling As You Just Hit Sleep by greywash (Rated: explicit, Sherlock/John, Words: 82 816)
Oh god yes.
The Adventure Of The Six Painted Virgins by saathi1013 (Rated: NC-17, case!fic, John/Sherlock, first-time, Words: ~14.5k)
Summary: Sherlock dons an unusual disguise for a case. John is…conflicted. Character study, casefic, & smut (in that order).
A Brief Account Of Life With Zombies by Silver Pard (Rated: T, Humor, Zombie-Apocalypse)
Like A Bad Wallpaper by flawedamythyst (Rated: PG-13, Sherlock/John, Words: 6,350)
Summary: In which John discovers that family weddings really are the worst way to spend an evening, and Sherlock solves a mystery.
We’re quoting Nietzsche now. Tell my why exactly you can’t marry fandoms?
||| OTHER PAIRINGS
The Distance Getting Close by Morgan Stuart (Rated: K+, Angst/Friendship, Lestrade/Sherlock, Words: 2566)
Sustain (or Concerto for the Famished in D Minor) by MaybeAmanda (Rated: NC-17, Sherlock/Molly, fic quoted Ovid, resulting cucumberbatchin seal of approval, long)
Summary: “So now you’re behaving like a six year old ‘cause he didn’t
take you along on his honeymoon?” Lestrade said. “Grow the hell up.”
Now directly quoting esendoran’s submit, there’s no way I can possibly track down all of these:
“Impact” by elfbert (Mystrade, slightly pre-sherlock!bbc)
“A City on the Head of a Pin” by mad_maudlin (John-centric, wing!fic) [cucumberbatchin seal of approval, I don’t normally read wing!fic but sdhfaksdjhskdjh]
“Ain’t Seen the Sunshine” series by emungere (John/Lestrade, kid!Sherlock, kid!Mycroft)
“An Avalanche of Detour Signs” by gyzym (Molly/Lestrade)
“The Physics of Present Tense” by paxlux (Holmescest)
“A Strange and Abundant Love” by aceofhearts61 (asexual!Sherlock/straight!John/straight!Lestrade)
“Sustain (or Concerto for the Famished in D Minor)” by maybe_amanda (Sherlock/Molly)
“At Least There’s the Football” series by sheffiesharpe (Mystrade, Johnlock)
“Lean to Wear Each Other Well” by sinuous_curve (Mystrade)
“Winter’s Child” series by canon_is_relative and impishtubist (asexual!Sherlock/John, paternal!Lestrade)
“Scotch” series by earlgreytea68 (Mystrade)
“The Breeze Deep on the Inside” by seren_ccd (Molly/Lestrade)
“The Least of All Possible Mistakes” by rageprufrock (Mystrade, fem!Lestrade)
“Legwork” by yonwords (BAMF!daddy!Lestrade, Lestrade/OFC)
Not A Whore by ladypokkadot (Rated: T, Drama/Angst, Donovan/Sherlock, long-ish)
I very much like this lovely anon’s idea, if you all submit me a link to your favourite fics, I’ll collect all of them and eventually make a huge ficrec post! Will you send me some? :)
NC17
5 913 words / 3 chapters / Complete
Summary: Sherlock has come back from the “dead” after three years, and John must deal with emotions and desires he thought he’d buried with his friend.
Sherlock shifts his head on the pillow and turns to look at John. His eyes are liquid smoke, his mouth drawn into a thin line. “What’s wrong?” he asks, voice sleep-deep and rough.
John swallows. Wrong? It’s all wrong, and it’s all right. “I think I—” He nervously swipes his tongue along his bottom lip and curls his hands into fists to keep from reaching out. “I need some time, Sherlock. We sh-should take things slow from here on out.”
What was this angsty perfection? Can the BBC!Sherlock reunion look like this, pretty please? Devastated John, trying to come to terms with the fact that Sherlock is very alive. Post-Reichenbach, 3 years apart, no Mary, just Johnlock. Very good.
Okay first off the idea is based off this post. Also this story will contain a lot of swearing. You have been warned.
I love how every country has his own version now. BAVARIA!LOCK!
Pairing: Sherlock/John (gen/romantic)
Alternate ending to “The Reichenbach Fall,” in which Sherlock shows up behind John in the graveyard to explain and ask for forgiveness. What John gives him in addition is something far better.
DEAR GOD PLEASE JUST READ IT I THINK I’M DEAD NOW AM I DEAD YET
Sherlock is dead. John is grieving.
I know, you get it. I write fanfiction. But I just had to, because this is my first Sherlock fic, and I love it to bits. I was so sure I would never be able to write Sherlock fics, and then The Reichenbach Fall happened, and I broke, and as a result, this happened.
“Sherlock, wait!”
John reached through the bars of the fence and grabbed Sherlock by the lapels of his coat. “We’re going to need to coordinate.”
He only hoped he could slow the man down long enough to prevent one or both of them from getting a shoulder wrenched out of its socket.
Sherlock’s gaze flicked up to their handcuffed wrists, moved quickly, taking in the height of the bars, then shifted back again to John.
There was something … different… in the pale eyes.
“John, you said you knew me. Knew me for real, were your exact words. Tell me how. How can you be sure of that, John?”
Was that..a hint of panic in his voice? Fear, again? Doubt? God, not now.
“Sherlock, I know you one hundred percent, or as close to that as any two people can know each other, now come ON; we’ve got minutes before they..”
He didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. It took half a second for Sherlock’s exquisite lips to plant themselves on John’s. Another second for Sherlock’s free right hand to reach through the bars and grasp the back of John’s neck. Two seconds for John to stop instinctively pulling away.
And barely four seconds for John to forget what he’d even been saying in the first place.
“Now,” Sherlock said, breaking the kiss abruptly, “You tell me. What was that? Hmmm? You know me for real, do you? One hundred percent? Then what just happened?”
“Sherlock, for Christ’s sake, this is -“
Again, John’s sentence was cut off, but the kiss was hungrier this time. He could taste the desperation.
“TELL me, John. Tell me you know without a single doubt what my motives truly are right this moment…”
John squeezed his eyes shut. No. This was not happening. “Stop it, Sherlock. Just stop it.”
The long fingers loosened their grip but did not let go of John’s neck.
“Why? Are you worried, now? Starting to doubt your answers? ’Has Sherlock been in love with me all this time? Is this his last chance to tell me? Is he trying to make me more attached to him, so he’ll have someone to believe his story? Or is he trying to frighten me, to drive me AWAY, so I won’t find out who he really is? Is he possibly just a maniac who finds imminent death sexually appealing?”
John pulled harder at Sherlock’s coat, pushing their faces close together again.
“You want to know exactly what I’m thinking? Okay; here it is: Sherlock Holmes is a bloody idiot who’s damned lucky I can’t get at him to properly kick his arse through this fence!”
Sherlock pulled his head back, and let out a huff of breath.
He didn’t even try to suppress a smile.
“You’re right.” he said softly.
“Huh?”
“Go to your right.”
John’s hands moved against Sherlock’s wrist they taller man worked the handcuffs over the top bar of the fence.
In moments, they were back on the same side again.
As always.
—
His bed caved underneath him as he threw himself on it, too tired to cry anymore, but everything still hurt so badly.
He put himself on his back, put his arm under his head, and felt cold and alone.
—
On those rare nights when Sherlock decided to let his body succumb to sleep, he would crawl into bed at around midnight and lay himself, basically, on top of John.
His head would tuck onto John’s shoulder and his arm would wrap around his weight, pulling them as close together as he could.
John had been surprised when Sherlock first started sleeping in his bed how much of a cuddler he really was, but the shared warmth and comfort against the cooling flat was nice, and John couldn’t complain.
He kissed the top of Sherlock’s head and whispered “Goodnight.”
—
Sherlock hadn’t come to bed last night.
—
John stared long and hard at the ceiling, screaming internally at it to give him answers.
Why, why would you do that Sherlock? Why would you go by yourself? Why would you… John couldn’t hold out any longer and felt dry sobs sitting in his throat.
John felt cold.
—
One time after a particularly grueling case, Sherlock climbed into bed and started mumbling gibberish as he clung himself, like an octopus, to John.
“John..afgafd…you’re…agdf….I…” Sherlock mumbled, and John laughed softly.
“Lift your head a little you git, you’re mumbling into my t-shirt, I can’t hear you.”
“…love you,” Sherlock whispered, and fell asleep.
John was stunned, but after a few moments of complete and utter shock, he kissed Sherlock’s head and clung onto him tighter as he fell into a deep sleep.
—
John doesn’t remember if he falls asleep anymore.
For the past three years of his life, all he’s ever felt at night in his bed is complete and solid cold.
Tonight, he’s sticking with the couch, and wraps himself tighter in his blanket when he hears a knock at the flat door.
“Mrs. Hudson?”
John could’ve fainted.
Sherlock stood at the door ghostly pale, figure diminished, eyes rimmed with black circles, and all in all tired looking.
“Sherlock…” John whispered.
He unwrapped himself from his blanket and walked over to Sherlock, and before he could even think of what he was doing, punched him square in the jaw.
John waved his hand up and down because fuck that hurt, and looked back to see Sherlock rubbing his jaw, looking at John with eyes that just screamed please god please forgive me John.
—
It took two weeks, but at some point, Sherlock crawled into John’s bed again, but didn’t lay himself directly on top of John, just next to him.
“Sorry, experiment, ruined my bed,” Sherlock said quietly.
“Mmm,” John replied, not believing him.
John felt Sherlock shuffle and move onto his back, and John, in a stroke of i’m done being angry, laid himself on top of Sherlock and snuggled into his chest.
Sherlock could’ve left bruises, he clung on so tightly. He refused to ever let go again.
