for the one and only @safedistancefrombeingsmart <3
“Fuck! I mean- shite! Oh, bloody hell!” John watched as that asshole run away, clutching the knife wound he had left on him. “Jesus Christ. I hate you.”
“John! Why are you- Did you get hurt?”, Sherlock came running towards him.
“No, I am cursing because it is fucking funny. Of course, I am hurt, you bloody-“, John bit his tongue. “He barely missed my scar.”, he added, more quietly.
There was actual concern shining in Sherlock’s eyes. “How bad is it? Let me loo-“
“I am fine!”, John turned his body away in a quick movement. It hurt. He gritted his teeth and pushed air out through them. It made a funny noise, almost like a whistle. “Let’s just get home.” John already walked back out on the brighter lit main street.
“Don’t you think we should call a doctor-“
“I am a fucking doctor!”
“But John-“
“I am goddamn fine fucking enough, okay. Now just do your-”, John let go of his wound to wave vaguely with his good arm in the air. “Thing and get us a bloody cab.” John talked- yelled too loudly, too aggressively. But he didn’t care right now. He was pretty sure he wasn’t even cut that badly. But he was pissed as hell and the asshole stabbing him got away and there was no one else around to yell at. So his flatmate would just have to endure it. John had gone through worse with him.
When Sherlock stared a bit too long at him, John grunted. Immediately Sherlock moved to get them a cab.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
title: Let Me Fix You
fandom: Sherlock (TV)
words: 1,932
summary: John gets injured during a case. He is pissed as hell. And determined he will stitch himself up. It's not his fault he forgot that Sherlock actually cares about him.
additional tags:
Whump, John Whump, John Watson Whump, POV Third Person, Hurt John Watson, Sherlock Holmes Loves John Watson, and takes care of him, Angry John Watson, Worried Sherlock, Angst, okay probably not actually angst lol, Hurt/Comfort, maybe?, bro idk, doctors are the worst patients, John is a living example for that, Developing Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, I take no responsibility for medical accuarcy, You Have Been Warned, DO NOT COPY TO ANOTHER SITE OR APP, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones
A/N: happy birthday @safedistancefrombeingsmart!! 🥳🥳🥳 originally wanted to finish chapter 2 of missing (which is based on smartin''s edit) for you but life is too busy for me lately. however i wanted to prove i am actually (kinda) working on chapter 2 surprise you a tiny bit so here is the shortened version of the beginning of chapter two!! i hope you enjoy it. guess i'm kinda glad to know you 😜😘 hope you are having a wonderful day!
please keep in mind, that this is a draft! "[…]" signals that this is a part that i am not yet publishing. the word document got about 2100w so, i am really not that bad at writing ch2! (if we ignore that i didn't even get to the important part yet…)
WARNING: MAJOR SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER ONE! read first chapter on ao3!
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Even before Sherlock had left the hospital building, he called Lestrade. He started talking before Lestrade could start an unnecessary greeting phrase, “Tell me every little detail you know about this case. And I mean everything.”
“Sherlock?!”, Greg asked. “Where the heck are you?! One minute you were here looking at the-“
“Charing Cross Hospital. John is hurt. Badly. In fact, he is-“, Sherlock’s breath caught in his throat.
He exhaled, seeing John unconsciously laying in the hospital bed, the bloody arm- arm stump. It wasn’t the blood that bothered him so much. It was the bones, the veins, the tendons - everything that was supposed to be attached to John’s hand for god’s sake – that made him feel sick, angry, and terrified. What if John was never gonna have his hand back? Never be able to cook, read, tie his shoes again? Sherlock knew for a fact it would make John miserable, absolutely heartbreakingly miser-
He had to focus. Find the hand. To find the hand, he had to know more about the case. He finally finished his sentence. “John is missing a hand. The doctor said she can reattach it, but it has to be quick. Give me everything you know. I am not going into details.”
“Shit, Sherlock. That is horrible- holy shit. Are you sure you are okay searching-”
“Greg.”, the consulting detective’s voice was sharp, intolerant. He could not lose any more time. “This is not the time for compassion towards me. This is about John. Finding his hand is my first and foremost priority. Tell me everything about this case. Now.”
Lestrade finally seemed to overcome his temporary attack of compassion and started to lay out the case to Sherlock.
[…]
"That’s it! That’s their connection!”, Sherlock concluded after their conversation.
“You- That’s true. Thank you, Sherlo-“
The consulting detective hung up on him. He raised a hand to call a cab. He got one immediately. “Just over Hammersmith Bridge. Drive fast, I’ll double the fare.”
"In a hurry, mate?”
Sherlock glared at the cabbie through the rearview mirror. The cabbie’s smirk left his mouth, because he hurriedly shifted into first gear and drove away. He was fast but not as fast as Sherlock would have liked. Sherlock paid with a generous amount anyways. Thames Path, secluded somewhere between the trees. That’s where John was found. The nurse had given him coordinates and with his phone Sherlock found the place pretty quickly.
Branches were snapped, dirt was posched up, a pool of blood was in the middle of a clearing. Sherlock got close, knelt down, tried to find more clues.
Then he heard shouting, he looked up but his vision was blocked by darkness, a heavy smell stung his nose and then Sherlock hit the ground with his back.
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A/N: i hope you don't mind me tagging a few more people? and i hope the people don't mind either xD it's just that most comments on ao3 were like "OMG CONTINUE ASAP!" so i thought... that would maybe nice of me to tag other people? even though i did yet another cliffhanger with this teaser... whoops.
TW VERY SLIGHT DUBCON BLOWJOBS MENTIONS OF INJURIES AND A FIGHT
"Ow! OW! Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?", John whispers as he looks down at himself, his arm in a sling, bruises all over, lying in a bed.
He had been hospitalized after a fierce fight with a suspect, he had been about double John's weight and loomed over him, about what also felt like twice John's height. In the end Sherlock had shot him from behind, and John wasn't sure where he'd gotten the gun, but he was immensely grateful that he had found it and shot the attacker. Otherwise John might not look as alive as he did now, even though there were injuries and bruises all over. His left wrist had been broken, the right severely bruised when his attacker had slammed them against the concrete floor. Both his eyes were black, and his lip split, his midriff was sprinkled with all sizes of bruises, some of which were blue and black, others green and yellow. The brute who had John pinned had nearly also shattered John's right kneecap, the way he'd sat down on him, crashing his whole weight on top of him.
Now he was lying in the hospital bed, in the dark, and he was awoken by the feeling of his gown being pushed up to his navel, revealing some of his darkening bruises. Sherlock looked up at him from where he was kneeling between John's legs, mischief glimmering in his eye. "I want to make it up to you that I came late to the rescue." John gasped when he felt Sherlock's hot hand encircle his now quickly swelling cock. Languidly stroking Sherlock grinned at John, who was panting, lips parted. "You can't - fuck - we can't, we're in the bloody hospital Sherlo - OH FUCK!" His protest was cut off by Sherlock's lips sealing over the head of John's cock, and the feeling of how his clever tongue flicked against the slit. Wide eyed John was lying there, lolling his head from side to side, moaning. Normally he would tangle his fingers in Sherlock's hair, urging him to go faster, to take him deeper, but not tonight. With his left arm in the sling, his wrist in a cast and his right bandaged lying on his side, he had no way of helping Sherlock along. Even as he tried to lift his right hand, he gasped at the pain, and quickly lay it back on the mattress. "God damn you Sherlock -", Sherlock took him all the way into his mouth, and John writhed, and arched into the touch, inhaling sharply as much with pain as with pleasure, when Sherlock's hands pushed down on his bruised hips to keep him still.
Incoherent words spilled from John, as he closed his eyes, trying to get more of the delicious hot wet heat around him, and whenever he wanted to curse Sherlock for going torturously slow, he would lick a long stripe up the underside of John's throbbing length, silencing his protest and turning them into whimpers and moans instead.
The pain was a strange enhancement of the pleasure, and he was sure that no rope or cuff would have kept him in place as much as his injuries did. The feeling of pained helplessness made him whine as Sherlock bobbed his head quickly now, hollowing is cheeks.
John had no time to think about how mortified they both would be if a nurse or a doctor entered the room catching them at it.
He had long given up to ask Sherlock to either stop or go faster, his eyes were unfocused, as was his tongue unable to produce the right sounds to create actual words.
With a gentle tug and roll of John's balls he came, strangling a moan, trying to not to cry out and alert the whole hospital staff. He twitched and groaned as Sherlock kept him in his mouth, bobbing slowly, swallowing John's come, eradicating any evidence that could have told the truth of what had happened that night, in that hospital bed.
"And what about John Watson?" Sherlock had asked. He had expected a rather dull answer...after all, he had been away. He had not expected to hear that John had spent the past two years in prison. Series 3 AU.
Ok so I was looking for some whump!John, specifically one where John gets a nasty scar, and constantlyfreemaned rec'ed this one.
In addition to fulfilling the original requirement, this is a fantastically written, well-researched fic which accurately depicts life in the British prison system. There are two timelines which move forwards at the same time, one in 2011 post-Reichenbach and one in 2013 after Sherlock's return. I can't recommend it enough!! At the same time you feel just so awful for John (that's the point of whump!fic I guess) but as always, he is still a BAMF and has some truly epic, kickass moments. I also liked the little backstory with Mycroft, Sherlock and Redbeard.
