fav johnlock fics (will add on as I read more)

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Devil’s Calling 

John Watson took one step, until he was standing directly before me. He lifted his right hand, slid it beneath my jacket, and rested it on the left side of my chest. Then he looked at me, standing absolutely still.
(victorian!lock with much pining & mention of mary) 


Sink Like a Stone “It’ll get better,” John murmured. “Things will go back to normal. Right now we’re still raw from what happened. The way it all…” He paused, frowning thoughtfully.“Don’t talk about it,” Sherlock whispered. He reached up and touched John’s wrist, stilled his hand stroking his hair. “Leave it for now.”                                                     (post TG after the pool scene, this fic broke me)

This Is What It’s Like Living in Limbo “Ah, imagine finding the person with whom you would never, ever be bored. Not in a million years.” “Nonsense, John,” Sherlock brushes off the idea, his hand waving lazily in the air. Sherlock’s eyes are still fixed on the ceiling. “That is in fact the purpose you serve.”                                                                            (post TRF pain, multiple chapters that will make you cry. read it)


For a Case, of Course “I want to hear you…it’s part of the…thing,” he said, in between kissing parts of John’s upper body. “Thing?,” John said distractedly. “Experiment.” […] “Right.” (seduction via a fabricated case, nice. some great smut right there)


A is for Astronomy 

Someone tries to pry his hand off of John’s arm, and he snarls, an utterly inhuman noise, and tightens his fingers past the bruising point.

A voice speaks. It’s a friendly voice, one he knows. “It’s all right, Sherlock,” it says–Lestrade, supplies his mind at last. “You’re safe. You’re both safe. He’s breathing, but we need to take a look at him. You need to let him go, Sherlock.”                                                             (short post tgg ficlet that will rip your heart out. the explosion happened, they survived but the peek into sherlock’s thoughts – amazingly beautiful and poetic)

Sherlock’s Hard Drive 

And as he watches a silent image of himself topple chairs, rip books, throw down glassware, scream into the air, pull handfuls of hair into his own fists, he gets his answer.

Passion. Suffering. Loss. Significant loss.

He doesn’t recognize this Sherlock. He’s not sure he likes him.

Delete.                                                                                                (post Reichenbach with roles reversed, heart shattering as sherlock erases john. has a happy ending)

Below Zero He is lying on the sofa, the spring sunlight streaming in through the dirty windows, but real sunlight, warm and bright that makes every surface shine. He lies still, lets the sun warm his bare toes, listens to Mrs Hudson hoover, looks at John, looks and looks and looks.“Would you spend the rest of your life with me?” he asks.                                (the sweetest Johnlock fluff and a lovely visual of Sherlock’s mind palace)

Let You Kiss Me 

The first time Sherlock kisses him, John keeps his eyes open, and so does Sherlock, and mostly, he wonders what Sherlock could possibly be up to. There’ll be some logic to this. Some ridiculous experiment about body warmth or respiratory rates or testing a new way of picking pockets.                                                                        (featuring sherlock trying to understand how to make john stay with him always and stealing kisses)

Dance With Me “I am studying the movement of the dancers. It is a little known fact…” “Save it, Sherlock. I could see your face. What’s up with the ballroom dancing?” To his surprise, Sherlock began to blush and he cast his gaze downward. John could almost see him thinking furiously.  (in which john sees sherlock dancing secretly and vows to do something (sweet) about it)

If You Were Here 

John didn’t know if it was a blessing or a curse that the casket was closed. On the one hand, he didn’t think he could bear seeing a lifeless Sherlock a second time. On the other hand, he couldn’t help but imagine Sherlock climbing out of the casket, calling the lot of the mourners idiots for ever thinking he was dead, and barreling through the graveyard with his coat collar turned up against the wind.  (johns thoughts while writing sherlock’s eulogy. sometimes you just need a short grief fic with no happy ending – if so, this is THE one)


Once More, With Feeling “Oh, but just look at you! So tall! And you have such lovely bone structure and your eyes and your hair - all tousled, dark curls - and you’re very handsome, you understand, terribly so. Like some Byronic hero! As a matter of fact I’m reading this novel right now, ‘Ravishing of a Duchess’ and the male character the author describes looks very much like-”                                                                             (oh my god mummy watson is SO CUTE AND SWEET in this fake relationship fic. I know I have a thing for angst but this one doesn’t actually have any. lots of mutual pining)


Bagged and Tagged 

EVIDENCE
Subject: Marriage Proposal
Description of Evidence: Capt. (Dr.) John Watson’s RAMC dog tags.
Offense type: Loyalty and companionship, for as long as we both shall live.
Location: 221b Baker Street, London
Remarks: You can’t dissect my heart until I die, but it’s yours already. Hope these will tide you over in the meantime.  (john proposes to sherlock in a very John Watson kind of way and it’s creepy in the best of ways)

MANY MORE UNDER THE CUT 

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