Duvet (green) - Mazarin221b - Sherlock (TV. “I need to reorganize,” Sherlock says. John drops the edge of the paper, eyes him speculatively. “Sorry, what?” “Well, not reorganize as much as move. Then reorganize.” “Yeah, still not following.” “My mind palace, John.” There’s a jumble, a scattering of information he’s not pleased with. A Study of the Second Law of Thermodynamics and the Evolution of Living Systems Second Law of Thermodynamics Heat Cold Chemistry Shift reference Cooking Kitchen “How’s the moving coming along?” “Tedious. John’s mouth twitches in a frown. The Military History of the United Kingdom of Great Britain and Northern Ireland War Soldiers Blood Medical treatment Shift John’s bag Loo There are a few things that aren’t making the transition as he would like, not as clean a cut these days as it was before. For instance, the reference to a book he had to read at school, all the boys did, and they hated it. Except John’s room, really. It wouldn’t hurt to have a place to find those things he rarely uses, has a need for.
Of Mice and Men. Presence - LostGirl - BBC's Sherlock. Just a Kiss - Chapter 7 - emmagrant01 - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. This work could have adult content. If you proceed you have agreed that you are willing to see such content. If you accept cookies from our site and you choose "Proceed", you will not be asked again during this session (that is, until you close your browser). If you log in you can store your preference and never be asked again. Tags Summary Five times John and Sherlock kissed because of a case and one time they kissed for real. Words: 19,695 Chapters: 7/7 Comments: 412 Kudos: 2410 Bookmarks: 693 Hits: 66107. How It All Started - round_robin - Sherlock (TV. Life's a long headache in a noisy street - fennishjournal (Shimi) - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms.
You are a paradigm - 1electricpirate - Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV), Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling. All That's Made - hitlikehammers - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. As they walk into the cafe, she eyes him up in passing. Glasses, square frames, wire rims; the dark blonde of his hair mildly ruffled—it’s early, she wonders if he even combed it after rolling out of bed; the stubble a few days old at least, peppered with grey, distinguished—she likes her men with a bit of scruff.
He’s got a tee on, under an unbuttoned oxford shirt; white, but with the discolouration of age and ill-use—well-loved, and she thinks the stain by the second button looks a bit like honey—though she can’t be sure, from a distance. He’s got his lips pursed as his eyes flicker over the page of a book, the lenses of his glasses catching the light and hiding the colour of his eyes, but she thinks they’re brown, probably, given the darkness of his tousled mop. “Sally.” She jerks at her name, meets Greg’s expectant gaze. “Medium,” she says without thinking, her mind oddly hazy. She could use the caffeine, really. Like they are now. Too late. Oh, so. “Tosser.” She doesn’t turn away. “Mmm.” To see you shift - 1electricpirate - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling.
He’s Not Paid Enough to Deal with This Shit - janonny - Sherlock (TV. Part 1 It wasn’t enough that John was shot in the line of duty and rewarded with mandatory therapy. It wasn’t enough that he limped about London with no purpose and no job; he had to be kidnapped as well, kidnapped and brought to an underground car park. He didn’t even rate a motel. A man with an umbrella was posing in the deserted car park, standing with his legs crossed in front of a lone chair. He looked like he would be irritating, John could just tell. “Have a seat, John,” said the man, who had presumably given the orders for John to be stalked by CCTV cameras and public payphones before being shoved into a black, chauffeur-driven car. John limped up to him, glaring all the way. “Our conversation is much too important to be conducted over the phone.” It sounded less like an invitation and more like a command. The man eyed him for a second.
“You don’t seem very frightening.” He earned a laugh for that. John’s patience was rapidly eroding. “The position I’m about to offer you.” “What?” Say That Again, But In English This Time - janonny - Sherlock (TV. Sherlock Fics - Fic: Christopher Robin has sodded off home. Перевод: Лондонский Триптих: Правительство, Детектив, Доктор — Mycroft x John Community. The Dreamer God and the Inbetweener - Chapter 1 - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV. Chapter Text 1. in an infinite multiverse Subconsciously, Sherlock realises who (what) the man is the moment he steps into the lab.
On a conscious level, it takes two appallingly long seconds for the knowledge to sink in. Then Sherlock has to call on every last drop of his admittedly not very impressive self-control (including hidden reserves he hadn’t even known he possessed) to stop himself from jumping for joy and pulling the cause into an impromptu dance. Because Sherlock has finally – amazingly, unbelievably – found (been found by?
It doesn’t matter. What does matter is that he is here) the local God. A Dreamer God! In an infinite multiverse teeming with spontaneous universes, and with universes programmed by hyper-evolved beings from other worlds, Dreamer Gods are the stuff of legends. Presently, the man speaks (“Bit different from my day”), and Mike responds (“You’ve no idea”), and the incongruously mundane exchange serves to break the spell that had fallen over him. Oh. Still. End. Rise Up Above It - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV.
John understands why his potential flatmate is having trouble finding someone to share the rent with the moment he sees him. The man is mutant. His overall physique is basically human, as far as John can tell, but his skin is green and appears to be covered in scales, his fingernails look more like claws, and there is something vaguely alien about the shape of his face. None of which is nearly as unsettling as his pitch black eyes. It’s a ridiculous detail to fixate on, John muses. People talk about seeing others’ emotions in their eyes all the time, true, but what they really mean are the surrounding structures – the eyebrows and the eyelids and the muscles.
“Mike, can I borrow your phone? “What’s wrong with the land line?” “I prefer to text.” Mike pats at his pockets as he moves further into the room. “Here,” John offers. The man finally lifts his head, surprise written clearly on his face. John can’t say he blames him. “How do you feel about the violin?” “Sorry?” “Well,” John says. End. To the Limits of Your Choice - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV. Sherlock was four years old when Mummy explained to him what the picture on his left wrist – a large spider web with a tiny spider in the centre – meant.
“It’s the symbol of your soulmate, Sherlock,” she told him, running an elegant finger over the wristband he used to cover it. “The person who in all the world is the best match for you, the one who will make you happier than anyone else could. It’s something that represents who they are. You can’t tell what it means now, but don’t worry, that’s only because you haven’t met them yet. When you do, you’ll know.” “What if I never meet them?” Sherlock asked. “You will,” Mummy said. Sherlock frowned as he thought about it. “I don't like that,” he decided. The corners of Mummy's lips twitched upwards. “I’m not going to let a picture decide my life for me. Mummy laughed, running her fingers through his curls. Sherlock was thirty-four years old when his resolution was finally put to the test. Impressive as it was, however, it changed nothing. “Yes. The Detective and the Demon - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV. The room looks very cosy.
Filled with books, rugs, pictures, various knick-knacks, comfortable-looking furniture and earthy colours, it’s the perfect depiction of warm domesticity. A bit messy, maybe, but really that only makes it seem more lived in, more like a home. The thing is, the room shouldn’t be a room at all. Not this kind of room, anyway. It should be a chamber, or a basement, or possibly a laboratory; it should not be a place normally used for napping and watching telly. Who’s ever heard of anyone performing a demon summoning in their lounge, the demon wonders as he absently glances down at the summoning circle that brought him here- -and has to bite his tongue almost hard enough to draw blood to stop himself from bursting out laughing.
“You are not what I was expecting.” “Sorry,” he says. An amused smile stretches Sherlock’s lips. The demon looks down at his jumper. “And you are neither.” “Of course not.” “Then what kind of demon are you?” The demon blinks. The man smirks. “Yes.” God of lunatic geniuses and bad choices - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV. John is sixteen years old when his Mum tells him that he’s a god. “A god of what?” John asks. “A god of strays and lost causes,” his Mum replies. She pushes a tray of biscuits towards him across the kitchen table. John snorts. “Really,” he says, automatically snatching a biscuit. “No,” she says. John chews. She raises her eyebrows. Well, John doesn’t say. “It’s a family thing,” she goes on. “Umm.” “Oh, don’t worry.” “Right.” “Against itself, of course. She looks at him expectantly. “Right,” John says again. John discovers that ‘god’ is more than just a pointless label a couple of months later.
Another injured bird brought home, and he can tell that this one won’t make it. What’s the point of being a god if he can’t even save a single life? The moment that thought finishes crossing his mind, his soul – a white, shimmering mass of smoky tendrils – falls out of his chest and onto the floor. He spends an hour pleading with it to come back out. It works. “Is that a good ‘huh’ or a bad ‘huh’?” Ah. Sofa Samba - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV. When Sherlock opens his eyes, there is a flustered-looking man levitating near his living room ceiling, a couple of feet away from an open window.
Sherlock knows he isn’t dreaming because he can always tell when he is. It’s possible that he’s been kidnapped and drugged, but as far as he can tell he hasn’t lost any time. So not likely. Sudden onset psychosis is always an option, of course. But there is a simpler and far less unpleasant explanation. “Umm,” says the man (below average height, stocky build, sandy blond hair, military haircut, plain but pleasant features, friendly demeanour, well-kept but unflattering clothes, Sherlock catalogues) as soon as he realises that Sherlock is awake.
And Sherlock can’t wait to hear it, but first things first. “Can I borrow your phone?” “Sorry?” “Can I borrow your phone,” Sherlock enunciates more carefully. “Oh,” says the man. Sherlock types out his message and hands the phone back. “Afghanistan or Iraq?” The man startles. “What?” Not at the time, that is. The Cat Who Wasn't - oreganotea - Sherlock (TV. The first time John sees the cat is his first morning in his new flat. The sun is just starting to rise when he comes yawning into the sitting room. It’s still dark, and he’s still half asleep, and the large shadow that leaps from the couch onto the windowsill almost gives him a heart attack. He hits the light switch, knocking over several books and a surprisingly durable table lamp in his haste to reach it, and stares. The cat, if the monster can be called that, stares back. It is sleek and pitch black and has the most eerily pale eyes John has ever seen. It is also huge. “Hello,” says John as his heart rate returns to normal.
It has no collar, but it looks far too clean to be a stray. There is a tentative knock on his open door, and John turns to find Mrs. “Is everything alright, dear? “Fine. “Oh!” “He’s yours, then?” “Oh, no, dear. John hums in acknowledgement as he moves closer to the window. The warning growl and flexing claws make him jerk his hand back long before he makes contact.
“So. Let You Kiss Me (So Sweet and So Soft) - out_there - Sherlock. The first time, John's in the middle of making a sandwich. There are four slices of bread, which he commandeers as his own -- if Sherlock wants a sandwich then Sherlock, for once, can be the one to go out and buy bread -- sitting next to a small block of cheddar and one bright red, perfectly ripe tomato. He slices the cheese thin and the tomato thick, and he's in the middle of sprinkling salt on it when the door opens. John glances over his shoulder, fast and from old habit, but it's only Sherlock. He closes the sandwiches with the last two bread slices, and cuts them in half before he turns around. Sherlock is pushing aside the small collection of post -- catalogues and assorted junk mail, mostly; the occasional utility bill that John doesn't want to know about -- and lifting a familiar white, blue and red plastic bag onto the table.
"You went to Tesco? " Like Sherlock shopping. "I needed raspberry cordial. John nods, and takes the bread. It should be alarming. Mostly, he's curious. "You? Archive of Our Own » list works » Sherlock Holmes/John Watson. Enough To Go Around - sabinelagrande - The Avengers (2012. On the courting behaviour of the British Sherlock - Bold_as_Brass - Sherlock (TV. Dear Sirs My establishment is fortunate enough to hold one of the largest primate collections in Western Europe.
Recently I was able to witness some previously undocumented behaviours from one of our most unusual occupants… “And last but not least,” said Poppy, “this is our Sherlock.” The Sherlock was standing on the top of an outcrop of rocks to one side of his enclosure, staring out over the zoo in a dramatic fashion. Posing, thought Poppy privately. Despite the lack of breeze his coat and scarf swirled around him as though caught up in a storm. No one had been able to work out how he did it. “Oh I’ve heard about him,” said Emma. Emma was a summer intern from the local University, she was keen and enthusiastic and shiny in a way Poppy supposed they must all have been once.
“As far as we know he’s the only one ever,” said Poppy. Emma shaded her eyes and squinted upwards. Poppy nodded. There was a commotion to the far side of the enclosure as four men carried in a large crate. “No?” The Cinnamon Peeler - coloredink - Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms. And stand there at the edge of my affection - coloredink - Sherlock (TV. "John. " "Mmm? " John paused in his shaving ritual.
It never did to have sharp objects close to his own throat when Sherlock was hovering in the doorway to the bath like that. "What? " "You've written love letters," Sherlock asserted. "Not since secondary school," said John. Finally, Sherlock came up with, "I require your assistance. " John ran his fingertips over his jaw. "A love letter, of course. " John tapped his razor against the edge of the sink and rinsed it. "No. " John met Sherlock's eyes in the mirror. Sherlock rolled his eyes. "If you want my help, it'd do you good to be nice," John warned. "You've done this before," Sherlock pointed out. John wiped his face with a towel and tried to picture Sherlock asking Lestrade or, God help them all, Mycroft to help him compose a love letter.
Sherlock stood up straight, shoulders back. "No," John said, hastily. John was aware that Sherlock was, in fact, a very attractive man. But John had had enough of lost causes in Afghanistan. "All right. " John,