“Squirt-bottle,” says Harry’s voice firmly in the earpiece of the mobile. “It’s the only way.”

John can’t have heard her right. “Beg pardon?”

“Squirt-bottle,” she repeats. “Worked perfectly with Georgie.”

John presses his back to the wall outside 221 Baker Street and stuffs his free hand into his coat pocket to slow the process of his fingers turning to ice. “Georgie was a cat.”

There's a case at a secondary school/University, some series of threats or string of bizarre murders that has the entire campus shaken. In the course of the investigation, Sherlock and John meet two students. One is well liked if not popular, athletic, intelligent without showing off, involved only because they were close to a victim or witnessed something important. The other is a loner with no regard for social norms, an insufferable genius, always in the chem lab, and involved because everyone, including teachers/professors, think they're behind everything.

Sherlock and John are responsible for these two meeting. And, because they both want to help with the investigation, they get to watch them become friends and fall a little in love. And that makes them feel things about themselves that they've been working very hard to not feel, thank you.

beware of puns

"Sherlock," Lestrade said carefully, "exactly how did you meet, uh, John?"

"Over the internet."

The poignant silence from before was back, along with its friends Awkward and Holy Fuck.

"Oh god," Donovan moaned. "Why couldn't you have found yourself a nice serial killer?"

“Mycroft could have taken care of that lot without even leaving his car.” He feels Sherlock following close behind, so he turns and leans back on the counter. “But you still did it.”

Sherlock and John find a seven-year old in need of help

John's Last Letter, in case of his death, continually updated. Funny-sad, with a great, smile-making ending.

Christmas fic, written for the prompt 'hot chocolate'.

"You've written love letters," Sherlock asserted.

Sherlock Holmes is an Oscar winner in the midst of a career slump. John Watson is an Everyman actor trapped in the rom-com ghetto. When they are cast as a gay couple in a new independent drama, will they surprise each other? Will their on-screen romance make its way into the real world?

In which John meets old friends for a pint and Sherlock reads too much.

Mycroft gives Sherlock the apparently simple task of solving a puzzle box containing a stolen microchip. It isn't simple.

John and Sherlock meet in prison. John becomes Sherlock's prison-wife.

Sherlock proposes. John thinks the whole idea is ludicrous.

"Look," Sherlock began again, "you keep saving my life. And touching me," and hm, that wasn’t as conclusive as it had seemed in his head.

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I can so easily imagine Sally trying to get everyone to boycott Sherlock's art because of all the wank, but no one does because it's so good. And Mycroft as the mod of a popular community, constantly trying to control Sherlock's antics

Jim is the creeper who digs through the actors' bins and stalks them.

In which John isn't quite living in a war zone, Sherlock experiments, and Bill Murray (not the actor) wants to get laid. Features also: pins, sponges, the question of whether or not Sherlock Holmes likes to cuddle, nightmares, a case, and seventeen steps.

A strangely romantic gesture, coming from Sherlock: a marriage of science and symbolism.

A series of 'firsts' in Sherlock's life.

It's as if he's got a loaded gun lying about.

John, we need to get married.

Sherlock/John -- NC-17 -- 6,000 words
You certainly never forgot who you were kissing with Sherlock.

Sherlock is asexual. John is not. Possibly, Sherlock should have told him this before they had sex.

"Still, John, a ghost story at Halloween, during a power cut, in a thunderstorm. The terribly predictable cliche of it all." Sherlock slides down in the chair until his chin touches his chest.

Summary: John really should learn to pay attention during conversations with Sherlock.

In which John discovers that family weddings really are the worst way to spend an evening, and Sherlock solves a mystery.

Mycroft must approve of John's new position in Sherlock's life, because the next day he receives a text message from the man that doesn't seem to be addressed to or about Sherlock. His Dark Materials fusionfic. Follows Asteroidea and is a direct sequel to Highly Intelligent, Observant, and Destructive When Bored.

Eames looks past the clear psychological trauma and familial issues and sees an awkward boy whose only meaningful relationships are with the cigarettes he burns through like a champion and the books he devours in hours.

And then he has Eames.

The poor bastard's going to end up a serial killer.

Sherlock paused in his playing as he heard the front door open, but it was only John. He resumed, the fugue from Bach’s Sonata No. 3 in in C major.

John opened his eyes underwater and looked at Sherlock, who was looking back at him. Sherlock’s skin took on the pale aqua of the pool walls. Bubbles flew up from his parted lips. He held John’s shoulders tightly. Above them and around them, the world roared.

"Anyway. Enough of my embarrassing sibling brothel stories. Tell me yours."

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. Sherlock does the unimaginable for bizarre reasons, but behind it, there's always logic and curiosity. Sometimes, it just takes him a while to explain it to John.

Sherlock is being a sociopath and not willing to share, and John plays with fire. Miraculously, it all works out.

"Happy Christmas, etc. etc."

John understands Sherlock.

The problems of acclimatising to civilian life a.k.a the travails of John, his therapist and Sherlock.

John loves sex. Sherlock doesn't.

Scenes from the unlikely yet inevitable union of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson (the Baron and Baroness Chesterford).

"So how was your sister?"

"Hmmm? Oh, fine. Annoying. Sends her best." She suppresses a smirk at the shudder John tries to hide; his fear of Myra is always amusing, if misguided. It's not like Myra is likely to harm the person she thinks she can con into making an honest woman of Sheridan.

John came to realise rather quickly that Sherlock had absolutely zero interest in their household affairs.

"The likelihood of finding a cab on Christmas Eve is fast approaching nil." "So was the likelihood of you kissing me in the middle of the pavement, and yet."

"The thing that's confusing John is the look on Sherlock's face—it's the expression John's privately taken to calling his 'detecting face', but it's been a while since Sherlock's turned it on him."

Five times someone warned John about Sherlock, and one time someone warned Sherlock about John.

Whenever Holmes told the story later, he always paused at this point and said, “and that’s when everything descended into farce,” with a dry chuckle. At the time, however, it had not seemed a laughing matter.

It isn't that I mind seeing Sherlock Holmes in my office doorway, precisely.

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So, [info]wanttobeatree wanted a modern-day Sherlock Holmes AU where they were Supernatural fanboys and Holmes spent a lot of time trolling and being dumb.

Lestrade makes a badly timed visit to Baker Street.

Holmes discovers he possesses a curious power over Watson, and that Watson is a man who still has a few secrets.

They never spoke of it.

movie-verse, FtM Holmes.

A reworking of DEVI and WIST that includs warnings for off screen non-con, violence and injustices involving minor canon characters. 16,300 words. Adult.

Intertwined with "The Naval Treaty". 10,700 words. Adult.

A Christmasy spin on MILV with a heart-warming dose of H/W. 14, 500 words. Mature.

Watson gets out his old uniform. Or, as [personal profile] thingswithwings put it, "Watson, Hesitant Dom, as companion to Holmes, Awkward Military Fetishist". That is an entirely true summary. But I should note that this is actually quite fluffy.

An alternative take on "Dying Detective". 9200 words. Adult.

On the anniversary of Mary's death, Holmes reflects on his relationship with Watson.

Faithful readers of these accounts of my adventures with Holmes will not be surprised, I dare say, to learn that it was not often that I was able to gain the better of my friend.

"By the Lord, it is as well for you. If you had killed Watson, you would not have got out of this room alive."