#quill-a

Word count: 7,685 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Friends With Benefits, sorta - Freeform, Pining, Angst, Jealousy, all of quill's favourite tropes in one place, Again, Love Confessions, Sherlock is oblivious, This is 7k of plotlessness and filth, Love Letters Summary: John will just wank to his flatmate’s hipbones like any self respecting, red blooded British male. He will not think about about having Sherlock over the dining table, fucking him so hard he scrabbles at the wood and knocks over all the chemistry equipment. He won’t think about what Sherlock sounds like when he’s coming. 

He certainly won’t think about kissing Sherlock’s eyelids when he falls asleep on the sofa, television still tuned in to some documentary about the Bubonic plague.

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Word count: 27,947 Chapters: 5/5 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: 5+1 Things, Season/Series 03, s4 fix it, of sorts, TFP doesn't happen, The author is ambivalent towards Mary, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Fluff, First Kiss, Explicit Sexual Content, briefest mention of rape, Hurt/Comfort, bed sharing, John/Mary is mentioned but I'm not adding it as a relationship tag, the author doesn't know much about babies, Forgive Me, this is so tropey, sherlock POV, Post-Season/Series 04, Pining, sherlock fantasises constantly, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, I promise you, brief description of suicidal thoughts, Don’t copy to another site Summary:

He’s never had someone in his bed before. For a few days John’s scent will cling to the pillows, and when Sherlock goes to sleep he’ll be able to smell it, and he won’t feel so alone. Not that he has felt alone in a while, not since John came into his life, with his military-tight bed corners and scrambled eggs on Sunday. Spy-novels littered around in the living room, awful jumpers in the laundry hampers. Bits and pieces of John all over 221B, finding a place for themselves, stomping their presence on a space that once was little more than a flat, and is now (sort of, kind of) a home.

 Five times they shared a bed platonically, and one time they didn't.

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Word count: 54,215 Chapters: 8/8 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes Additional Tags: Pining, Angst, Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 02, Sherlock Holmes and Feelings, Substance Abuse, Post-Reichenbach, do we need more of them?, Quill says we do, Friends to Lovers, Jealousy, there is some sad wanking, Declarations Of Love, Addiction, Recovery, Hurt/Comfort, Tropey as hell, they're both idiots, split POV, PTSD, Slow Burn, John Watson is tired, Protective John, brief Sherlock/OMC, Don’t copy to another site Summary:

Red wine always makes him tipsier than usual and he finds himself saying, the words slurring a bit. “You know, I’ve got to ask. Do you always shoot cabbies for people you barely you know?” John meets his gaze over the rim of his glass, and there’s something there that Sherlock can’t pin down. “Not for everyone,” he says, meaningfully, pointedly, his smile all teeth.

Sherlock feels faint. He’s flirting. Is he? Sherlock has to backpedal, get out of the hole he’s dug himself into.

“You should come home with me tonight,” Oh god no, that’s the exact opposite of what he should be doing.

John’s eyes widen and he blinks at him. “Er-“

“I mean, 221B’s closer, it’s late,” he scrambles for words.  “And you’ll be staying there anyway. I mean- well, I’m assuming. Ms Hudson’s already put up the bed-“ Christ, he’s not being clever and sexy at all, he’s blabbering like an idiot-

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Word count: 7610 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Christmas, Sad Idiots In Love, Pining, Sad violin playing, decorations, Drunken Love Confessions, the author still knows nothing about toddlers, parentlock if you squint, Ms Hudson ships them, Light Angst, Happy Ending, 7k of absolute plotlessness, Post-Season/Series 04, TFP?, What TFP?, there's just too much to unpack there guys, Kissing, Prompt: Lights, This is clearly not a ficlet, my hand slipped Summary:

Suddenly, Sherlock’s hand curls around his bicep. Warm and grounding, over the wool of his jumper. He fixes him with his impossible, multi-coloured gaze, and asks, “Are you happy?”

Is he-

Sherlock cocks his head, and his flushed cheeks glow in the darkness. (Sherlock always looks unfairly pretty when he’s drunk. Or maybe it’s the entire picture; the disheveled curls, the flushed face, how loose-lipped he becomes.) They should get back downstairs, where they’re not so close, where John can think past how familiar Sherlock smells- expensive shampoo, cologne, chemicals, cigarette smoke

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Word count: 15,164 Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: PWP, this is just absolute filth, I'm not even kidding, Break Up, Break up sex, Reunion, AH YES, the holy trinity, Rough Sex, face fucking, Anal Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Car Sex, hooo boi look at those tags go, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Teenlock, bottomlock, possibly mildly dubious consent, Just to be safe, Dysfunctional Relationship, but it gets better, Plotless, self indulgent, consider yourself warned, i am trash and so is this fic, I have no regrets, Well - Freeform, maybe some regrets Summary:

“Sherlock,” John murmurs, struggling to keep his voice level. Sherlock moves his lips down John’s chin, licks at the lobe of his ear before burying his face in the crook of John’s neck. “Oh, fuck, Sherlock, listen-“ Sherlock makes a vaguely interested noise, drags the length of his clothed erection over John’s.

“We can’t, not here. Someone will see-“ his voice hitches as Sherlock’s cold fingers slip under his shirt, rest over his abdomen. “Your parents, I don’t know.”

We shouldn’t be doing this anywhere, John thinks, but it’s kind of difficult to be logical when he has a lapful of Sherlock, with his slender legs on either side of his waist, his hands on his skin and his breath in his ear.

Sherlock hums, not taking him seriously at all. “Not if you’re quiet."

John may not be an expert, but he's pretty sure that shagging your ex is a bloody awful idea.

(Shame the sex is so good, though.)

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