Hi Steph! Do you know any fics where they meet through the Internet first?
Hi Nonny!
Ahhhh, my brain is escaping me; I can give you some that are sort of related that I found with tag searches and one that involves letters instead of the internet! Hope that’s alright!
FIRST MEETING VIA INTERNET / PHONE / LETTERS
Pen Pals by WerewolfDoctor (K, 2,797+ w. || Epistolary, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship, Post-TRF) – Most people don't become pen pals by one of them writing a not-suicide note. Then again, Sherlock Holmes and John Watson have never exactly been normal, have they?
Idle Hands by kinklock (E, 7,226 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Phone Sex, Alternate First Meeting, Dirty Sign Language) – While working as a video sign language interpreter for the deaf, John’s last client of the day asks him to interpret a highly unusual call. (aka deaf Sherlock wants to call a phone sex hotline AU) (TO READ)
Signed in Love by Jberry (E, 8,850 w. || Deaf Sherlock, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Time Jumps, Alternate First Meeting) – Three Continents Watson meets Deaf Sign Language Interpreter Sherlock Holmes at a medical conference. They clash, mostly due to John being trash. (TO READ)
Uncharted Territory by J_Baillier (T, 19,603 w. || Dystopian Future / Black Mirror AU || Alternate First Meeting, Angst, Drama, Homophobia, Bisexuality, Technology, Humour, Romance, Near Future, Happy Ending) – The System puts people through a series of assigned relationships in order to determine who their Perfect Match is. John believes that it works; Sherlock really, really doesn’t. One of them is probably going to be wrong.
Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John
Don’t Leave Anything Out by lookupkate (E, 27,422 w. || Letters / Epistolary, Misunderstandings, Angst, Happy Ending, Alternate Meeting, Sherlock in Love, Pining Sherlock) – The first letter John writes home from Afghanistan is meant to go to a woman he went on only one date with. How it ends up in Sherlock’s hands is completely innocent. What happens next is not. What do you do when you find out the person you’re in love with has been lying about something as monumental as who they are? What do you do when you’re the one who lied?How on earth do you put the pieces back together?
Classified(s) by blueink3 (E, 36,153 w. || Wedding Date AU || Fake Relationship, Jealous, PIning, H/C, Idiots in Love, Happy Ending, Mary is not Nice, Escort Service) – Clara’s American father is the ambassador to some such territory that Great Britain probably used to own, but she (and Harry’s undying love for her) is the reason John is getting on a flight at 12:30pm, flying across the second largest ocean in the world, and pretending to be in a perfectly happy, healthy relationship with an undoubtedly perfectly coiffed stranger. See, Clara is not only American (and wealthy to boot), she’s also best friends with John’s ex-fiancée. Whom she’s placed in the wedding party. As Maid of Honor. And John just happens to be Best Man. Bloody brilliant.
If anyone has some I most definitely missed, please add them!
Hello Steph, I hope your day is being wonderful, and I don't even know if you liked but I just remembered an AU that is being forgotten but is a classic of the Fandom imo: cock!lock (Sherlock is a huge dick, literally).
Hi Nonny!
Wow, okay I initially read that as “Sherlock HAS a huge dick” and I was like... I don’t remember that era of Fandom, LOL... there was tiny dick Sherlock, but I don’t think there was ever the big dicklock, LOL.
But yeah, Sherlock is a huge dick, that was prevalent for a while, I think it was more known as “dark fuck prince”/ DFP Sherlock. I don’t really like that Sherlock, LOL, BUT I do love Sherlock being a cockblocker for John because he’s stupidly jealous, of which I do have some fics here for here... I do have other fics I can add to that list, but since this ask isn’t asking for those, I won’t post them here, since you’re just making a commentary, LOL
But yes, DFP Sherlock, not around much anymore, but I can appreciate those who like the AU. Like I said, I like my Sherlock being a soft sad pining idiot, so there we are, LOL.
If it hasn’t been done already, I propose a Sherlock au where moriarty’s plan worked right off the bat, Sherlock is dead, Jim is alive, and now Moriarty is getting increasingly bored as a fake actor and storyteller.
Well, I don't usually post Sherlock fanfic here. Not to mention this is an old fic, but I'm really excited to say I'm going to be writing for this verse again, so I decided to post here.
Hoping you enjoy!
Summary: John Watson dies on the battlefield in Afghanistan. [Reaper!lock]
Watson, H John
COD: Exsanguination
Simple.
Destructive, deadly.
Boring.
He watched the carnage of bloodshed expressionlessly, seeing but unseen. The rift between worlds kept him hidden. The atmosphere was cool despite the humid, arid landscape of Afghanistan's terrain.
He breathed in, breathed out. The metallic rippling through the air meant that a new soul had entered the rift. This was his bounty. He stepped away from his post and strode forward purposefully. The landscape changed into nothing; a blank, wide open space reminiscent of Afghanistan itself, but devoid of the life and lives taken on the desert battlefield.
The man was short, with dusty blonde hair and indecipherable eyes. He thought that he ought to call them blue in this vast wasteland of bright nothingness. Blue, for detail's sake. Details were important, when he had so little to occupy himself in the first place.
The man was clearly a soldier: tan lines, but not above the wrists. He held himself like a soldier: shoulders back, spine straight, chin raised. The uniform did bring it together, though.
The identification tags around the man's neck glittered in the light.
He stepped forward, pulling his hood more firmly around his face. "You have entered the rift between worlds. Your time amongst the living realm has come to a close." His statement was flat. He felt nothing. He was here for John Watson, and John Watson was here because he was dead.
Simple as that.
John spun around, reaching for the weapon that he no longer had on his person. His eyes fell on his companion, and he hesitated. His hands fell back to his sides slowly, his gaze now analysing. He was very keen, that much could be deciphered. He was very dedicated.
Dediction meant nothing to the one waiting between worlds.
He reached forward, fingering John's glittering dog tags. "John Hamish Watson. Your time has arrived. Come." He removed his fingers from the cool metal, and held out his hand instead.
John stared at his hand, and then looked up at him. There was no way that he could see his face, he was shrouded in shadows beneath the heavy flowing fabric of his cloak, but there was something intense in John's eyes.
"My time has come," John repeated.
"Yes," he said flatly.
John squared his shoulders. "You're saying I died."
"Yes," he repeated.
"So this is..."
"The rift between worlds," he said.
"Between Life and Death."
"Yes."
"No."
He felt his eyebrows raise before he could process the reaction. "No?" he repeated. "You cannot argue with a harbringer of death. It's too late, John. It's time to go."
"No," John repeated, just as stubbornly.
He paused. Usually arguments regarding passing onto the next realm were filled with tears or frantic pleading. Bargaining was common. So was denial. Arguments weren't uncommon, but not with solid self-assurance.
"Yes," he said slowly, folding his fingers into his palm and letting his hand drop. "You were the recipient of ballistic trauma resulting in exsanguination." Sparing death details was not suggested, but helpful in some circumstances. "It's time to move on."
"To where?"
This was usual. The questions were never-ending, even if John had broken ideals regarding accepting death.
"Am I going to Heaven?" John continued determinedly.
"That's not for me to decide."
"Why are you here, then?"
"To assist you from your realm to the realm beyond."
"To take me to Heaven? Hell? Where exactly does this go?"
This was the bravery of the soldier. Some would call it stupidity. It almost elicited human emotion from him, the way John's determination was coming across in this conversation. Nonetheless, he did think it was admirable, and yet entirely useless to him.
"I take you to where you are to be judged," he said bluntly.
"So there is a Heaven or Hell," John replied.
The cloaked one remained stoically silent. The afterlife and where souls went once they had departed was not his place to discuss.
"Okay, you won't answer my questions, you're frankly an awful... thing to have to meet once you apparently die, and I don't care if you do say that I bled out, until I either see Heaven or Hell, I'm not buying it." John nodded to himself and turned on his heel, striding away from him.
He blew out a deep breath slowly. He closed his eyes momentarily, and spoke again. "Walk as far as you'd like, John Watson. Death delivers us all to the same end."
The words seemed to irk John. He spun around again, eyes blazing. "And you're Death?"
"I am Death's servant."
"Well, until Death comes to retrieve me personally, you can tell him I said "piss off"," John retorted, and turned back around to march away.
Expressionless aside, he laughed out loud. The sound was foreign, rarely used. Humour was a concept only distantly familiar. But John Watson was making him laugh. Curious.
He didn't move away from the spot he was in. Despite the world of Afghanistan that he had been viewing only moments ago, there was no escape from the void. Once John realised that, perhaps then he would go with him more willingly. He did not need to follow him, because John would not be leaving.
Theoretically, the rift was unbroken and unending. One could walk until the end of time and there would be nothing. He didn't need to move to keep his eye on John; he would never outwalk him, and he couldn't outrun him. Like a bird in a cage.
Something tingled at the back of his head, on the inside of his brain. He cocked his head, eyebrows furrowing. The dark fabric of his hood brushed against his eyelashes. John was still wandering in the distance.
And then he wasn't.
The cloaked one's head snapped up, eyes darting around the void. There was nothing except bright light and cool air, the usual ticking of a clock and his own breathing. He turned in a circle, something akin to adrenalin in his veins, and let his eyes sweep across the blank nothingness.
"John..." he growled, waving his hand for the scenary to melt back into that of Afghanistan. His being was now in tune with John Watson's soul; he found him without resistance. The medical tent, under the hands of army doctors similar to the one he had just been talking to, and-
"He's breathing, get that over here now!"
He stared at the scene before him, jaw clenched. He hadn't had a soul escape from him before. It didn't happen often in his realm, and it had never happened to him. John Watson was the exception.
He was almost as irritated as much as he was intrigued by it.
He swept the scene away, jerking the hood away from his face. The luminosity of the rift between worlds cast shadows onto his face, accentuating prominent cheekbones and ice chip eyes. Dark curls fell down around his ears, framing his pale face, set upon with the most grim of scowls.
SPOOKY CROSSOVERS & AUs (2015 Halloween Fic Rec Pt. 6)
[other halloween rec lists here]]
And the seventh one has drowned thee / gayalondiel (BBC & Bluebeard & Lady Isabel and the Elf Knight // Johnlock)
Everyone warned John about getting too close to Sherlock. Maybe they were right to do so.
Aphelion / marlowe_tops (BBC & Cthulu Mythos // Johnlock, Mormor, Sherstrade, Morstrade)
Inspired by the world of Neil Gaiman's "A Study in Emerald". Lovecraftian romance in which John finds out that some of Sherlock's strange behavior was actually intended as courting rituals, and that his acceptance of the behavior was taken as consent. Meanwhile, bored prince Sebastian's choice of a new mate ends up being far messier than he expected.
Bad Islington Blood / SolitaryEndeavor [[WIP]] (BBC & X-Files // Johnlock)
“Freaky” Holmes and his partner Dr Watson are the Met’s best resource in solving the unsolvable. But even Sherlock Holmes can’t be right all the time, and when a murder investigation crosses paths with a private case, Holmes will realize there is still a mystery or two to be solved when it comes to John Watson.
Belief / Bishopsbird (BBC & Misery // Gen)
There are three types of fans. Catch me before I kill again. Type A. Your bedroom’s just a taxi ride away. Type B.
Annie Wilkes is Type C.
Breathe With The Soul / i_ship_an_armada (BBC & Se7en // Johnlock)
“John…” Sherlock’s voice trailed off. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. John stepped up next to him and they brushed shoulders.
“Jesus Christ, Sherlock. Why exactly are we here?”
Murder, John,” Sherlock breathed.
Caprice / OssaCordis (BBC & The Red Violin // Anderlock)
Nothing good ever comes from playing a violin varnished in blood.
The Chiding Autumn / Taz (ACD & Ripper Street & Lovecraft // H/W)
It's a slice of classic Sherlock Holmes and a bit of Ripper Street, salted with the merest soupçon of Lovecraft. A word to the wise—Jack the Ripper—if you can’t do the crimes, don’t do the time.
The Cost of a Wish / slashscribe (BBC & xxxHOLiC // Johnlock)
John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.
Ftaghn / besina (BBC & Lovecraft // Molly/Cthulu)
Molly's due for a holiday - she chooses the most remote and out-of-the-way place possible, hoping not to have to interact with humanity. She doesn't, but she does end up talking with something else…
Molly always could pick 'em.
The Haunting / peevee (BBC & Lovecraft & The Haunting of Alaizabel Cray // H/W)
In an alternate, war-torn London in 1895, there are things stalking the streets after dark. A serial killer called Stitch-Face, known for the brutal, bloody slaughter of prostitutes; dark, faceless organisations whose members are rumoured to consist of the most powerful and influential; and most deadly of all, monsters known as Witch-kin.
A spate of unsolved murders, a mysterious young man with a dark secret, and at the centre of it all, Sherlock Holmes.
Lightning and Sea Glass / 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for [[WIP]] (BBC & Frankenstein // Johnlock)
The mad Professor Moriarty and his reluctant assistant John Watson have reanimated the dead -- and the results are beautiful. At least John thinks so. When Moriarty rejects his creation, John disappears with the creature to protect it, sealing their fates together.
Shine / tripodion [[WIP]] (BBC & The Shining // Johnlock)
Sherlock's sanity dissolves as he and John investigate a hotel in Colorado. A man killed his wife and son there. He said Moriarty made him do it.
Twisting and Turning The Colours in Rows / leopardwrites (BBC & Let The Right One In // Johnlock)
“I’m conscious,” Sherlock says with a small shrug of one shoulder. “I move, respire, react to my environment… I miss a few of the basic life processes, but I think I qualify as ‘alive’. And I’m thirteen, like I told you.” A rueful smile, and his hand drops to his side. “But I have been thirteen for longer than is naturally possible.”
Underland / crimson_adder (ACD & Neverwhere // H/W)
All around us exists the impossible; anything you or anyone could conceivably imagine is not only possible, but probable. Legends and myths are as common beneath the city as drops of water in the Thames.
John Watson loses a bet to the wrong man, and finds himself in a world unlike anything he has ever seen before; except for the many ways that it's the same.
So, Teenlock is already an AU, but have some AUs within our AU:
Mer!creature AU where John is arsing about with some mates after lecture one day on the old bridge by the school. He slips and falls into the river, and something with icy, pale eyes and even paler skin grabs him and throws him onto the riverbed. John is confused, of course, but what really bothers him is the inexplicable feeling that whatever grabbed him wasn’t interested in saving his life so much as getting him out of the way.
AU where Sherlock’s only 16 but he’s in the same year as John, and John is ridiculously jealous of how brilliant he is. Then Sherlock gets a growth spurt and becomes both smarter and taller than him. John really can’t stand him after that and thinks that’s why his face turns red every time he catches sight of his thick curls and sharp cheekbones between lectures.
1990s AU where John wears flannel shirts to school every day and thinks Nirvana is the greatest band ever, and Sherlock wears baggy jeans that nearly fall off his skinny hips and blasts Garbage in his room every night.
Potterlock AU where Sherlock is the brilliant, fast-as-lightning Slytherin Chaser, and John is the solid, dependable, stubborn Gryffindor Keeper, and the two duke it out on the Quidditch pitch for hours, with Sherlock lobbing Quaffles at John’s head so fast even the Seekers can’t spot them and John refusing to let him score a single point, and they both spend entire matches acting like they’re the only two people on the pitch, staring with burning intensity and silently challenging each other to give it all they’ve got.
Music School AU where Sherlock is the first chair violinist known for his impeccable technical prowess and John is the untrained, imperfect, impromptu clarinetist who plays with no technical skill at all but such raw emotion that everyone stops to listen when he plays. And the two have just been assigned to play a duet together at the next school recital.
