a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc 

In this universe, Sherlock stops playing violin at four in the morning because there’s no thrill of footsteps coming down the stairs. There’s no John to pace the kitchen in effort to banish the war from his subconscious. There’s no John to settle on the sofa with a mug of lukewarm water as Sherlock closes his eyes and coaxes slow sweet notes from the strings. 
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In another universe, perhaps: Sherlock curled along John’s back, lips touching the nape of his neck. His hand on John’s chest, heartbeat under his palm. Sherlock will wake as John stirs and he’ll hold John tight, drag fingers through his hair and recite the periodic table against John’s skin while John’s mind shakes itself to pieces. 
And perhaps also: golden sunlight in stripes across John’s chest, catching on hair. Sherlock will wake to a smile and John never says I love you and Sherlock never has to say it back.
(walk through ghosts, augustbird)

a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc

In this universe, Sherlock stops playing violin at four in the morning because there’s no thrill of footsteps coming down the stairs. There’s no John to pace the kitchen in effort to banish the war from his subconscious. There’s no John to settle on the sofa with a mug of lukewarm water as Sherlock closes his eyes and coaxes slow sweet notes from the strings.

___

In another universe, perhaps: Sherlock curled along John’s back, lips touching the nape of his neck. His hand on John’s chest, heartbeat under his palm. Sherlock will wake as John stirs and he’ll hold John tight, drag fingers through his hair and recite the periodic table against John’s skin while John’s mind shakes itself to pieces.

And perhaps also: golden sunlight in stripes across John’s chest, catching on hair. Sherlock will wake to a smile and John never says I love you and Sherlock never has to say it back.

(walk through ghosts, augustbird)

a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc

John Watson owns two watches. One is analogue, the band leather. The other is digital, a circle of metal around his wrist. Except to shower, he never removes them. There is a system to his watches, to the tan lines at the ends of his sleeves, but a careful observer would say he only wears the one.

A careful observer would be wrong.

(the world on his wrist & elsewhere come morning, bendingsignpost)

 a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc 

“I know you’ll want to go back to the crime scene,” John says, and sighs. He shifts a little on the bed, his hands still pressed against me, his warm hands. His fingers; they pull triggers and kill, they are so gentle on me. “I’ll have to tape that up first, though.”
 Oh, my John. My blogger, my helpmeet. Tape me up and take me out. I love you. I love you. I love you. 
(the progress of sherlock holmes, ivyblossom)

a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc

“I know you’ll want to go back to the crime scene,” John says, and sighs. He shifts a little on the bed, his hands still pressed against me, his warm hands. His fingers; they pull triggers and kill, they are so gentle on me. “I’ll have to tape that up first, though.”

Oh, my John. My blogger, my helpmeet. Tape me up and take me out. I love you. I love you. I love you.

(the progress of sherlock holmes, ivyblossom)

a fic rec in four panels - bbc sherlock

“But he doesn’t love you,” she finished.
“He might. In a way. He’d die for me, so at least there’s that.” He frowned. “Does it matter?”
“Does it matter if the man you’re in love with doesn’t love you back,” Molly said. Statement of disbelief.
(Behavioural Modification, bendingsignpost)

a fic rec in four panels - bbc sherlock

“But he doesn’t love you,” she finished.

“He might. In a way. He’d die for me, so at least there’s that.” He frowned. “Does it matter?”

Does it matter if the man you’re in love with doesn’t love you back,” Molly said. Statement of disbelief.

(Behavioural Modification, bendingsignpost)

a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc

John rubs at his eyebrow. “You’re the love of my life,” he says, very quietly. “I already told you that. Were you not paying attention?”

Sherlock swallows. He says, “I want to be able to ask you to marry me.”

"I want you to stop acting like that is a one-time, single-answer question," John says, voice tense.

Sherlock turns and looks out the window.

“You can’t be married to me on your own,” John says. “It—that isn’t how it works. It is—it has to be mutual, that’s what it means.”

(in deed accomplish our designs, greywash)

a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc 

"I may be concussed," Sherlock says abruptly. John’s taken aback for a moment, but then Sherlock continues. "So you have to stay with me." 
"Think we just established that I’ll stay with you always," John says gently, and he watches Sherlock’s jaw do something complicated. John’s usual blend of affection and fascination crests and breaks and settles. 
He’s done quite a number of inadvisable and insane things in his life; this is just another one for the list. It’s a pretty long list. He’s rather fond of most items on it. 
(spaces between, aubkae)

a fic rec in four panels - sherlock bbc

"I may be concussed," Sherlock says abruptly. John’s taken aback for a moment, but then Sherlock continues. "So you have to stay with me."

"Think we just established that I’ll stay with you always," John says gently, and he watches Sherlock’s jaw do something complicated. John’s usual blend of affection and fascination crests and breaks and settles.

He’s done quite a number of inadvisable and insane things in his life; this is just another one for the list. It’s a pretty long list. He’s rather fond of most items on it.

(spaces between, aubkae)


There are times, Sherlock knows, when he is amazing. When he is a supercomputer, when he is a bloodhound, when he is a marauder and the prize in his sights is an Army doctor with a sweet, gentle face and a deadly trigger finger. And there are other times when Sherlock is a torment, to himself as much as to anyone else. But just now, as happens every few months when he is lucky and the world around him allows it, he isn’t Sherlock Holmes at all.

Wider Than A Mile, wordstrings

There are times, Sherlock knows, when he is amazing. When he is a supercomputer, when he is a bloodhound, when he is a marauder and the prize in his sights is an Army doctor with a sweet, gentle face and a deadly trigger finger. And there are other times when Sherlock is a torment, to himself as much as to anyone else. But just now, as happens every few months when he is lucky and the world around him allows it, he isn’t Sherlock Holmes at all.

Wider Than A Mile, wordstrings


And John is speaking his language. How John learned it Sherlock doesn’t know, because he never taught it to him. John is like Babelfish, English to Sherlock, without ever having been programmed. It’s magical, what the doctor does, like being able to speak to jungle creatures, or communicate with the weather. 

A Thousand Threads of Might-Have-Beens by wordstrings

And John is speaking his language. How John learned it Sherlock doesn’t know, because he never taught it to him. John is like Babelfish, English to Sherlock, without ever having been programmed. It’s magical, what the doctor does, like being able to speak to jungle creatures, or communicate with the weather. 

A Thousand Threads of Might-Have-Beens by wordstrings

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