31 Recent Deviations
BBC Sherlock : Murder in Liverpool"JOHN."BBC Sherlock : Murder in Liverpool by lVlariie
Sherlock and I recently just finished a case in Liver-
John paused for a moment, and resumed typing.
-pool, where we successfully-
John stopped typing, grumbling.
"You're just writing in your blog," Sherlock replied, " I can hear your fingers clicking the keyboard, you know."
John made a mental note to type more quietly, if that was possible.
"I am coming, Sherlock!"
John closed his laptop, pushed his chair back by standing up and with a sour face, went to where Sherlock's voice was. It was in the bathroom.
What? Does he need help with figuring out which shampoo would be best to use? He'd probably ask for my opinion and choose the other, showing how wrong I was.
He walked through the hallway and opened the door to the bathroom; Sherlock only had a towel on his lower region.
"My God," John began, closing his eyes and breathed out deeply from his nose, " Can you please..?"
He pointed at the limp clothing near the still ful
My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 18“I… um… he…” is all you could muster, fidgeting uncomfortably underneath Sherlock’s intense glare.My Weakness- Moriarty x Reader Chpt. 18 by Mauling-Savage-Sith
“Sherlock, leave her alone…” John began, moving to stand between the two of you.
“I would not do that if I was you,” Mycroft hummed, using his umbrella as a hook to trap his arm, preventing him to take a step closer. “As good as your intentions are; it is better not to get involved. Personal experience has taught me this; it would be wise to adhere to it.”
John gave you an apologetic look, but did as he was bid; the thought of getting caught in the crossfire of Holmes’ argument wasn’t exactly appealing. There was a dreadful silence as you stared at the floor, Sherlock stared at you, John and Mycroft stared at each other and Jim stared at everyone staring at each other.
“Uhhhh, maybe I should go…” Jim murmured, his soft voice incredibly loud in the dead silence that now clung to
Stay with Me- Sherlock x ReaderThe last thing Sherlock had expected in his return was that you would welcome him with a smile and open arms, especially after how John had reacted. He’d walked up the steps to 221B and hesitantly knocked on the door, sure that he was going to get slapped or worse, but you’d pulled the door open and after the initial moment of shock gave a soft chuckle, “Welcome home, Sherlock Holmes.”Stay with Me- Sherlock x Reader by TheBeethatHums
In all the time he’d known you, there had never been anything between you beyond a friendship that for some reason worked better than most and was stronger than he ever could have anticipated. It was something that had happened without him ever realizing, that friendship, but right now, sitting in his chair watching you making tea, he wished there had been more- not really for the love but to have a deeper connection, to escape from the loneliness he’d discovered in his heart.
He gave a fleeting smile at the skull still on the mantle before observing the rest of the fl
What A Pair- Moriarty x Reader Oneshot“Jim! Hey, Jiiiiiim!” you call, skipping down the extravagant corridors of your psychotic boyfriend’s apartment, humming ‘Skip to my Lou’ as you did so. “When’s my next contract?”What A Pair- Moriarty x Reader Oneshot by Mauling-Savage-Sith
You rounded a corner, almost bumping into a corpse dangling by its neck from the ceiling. Instead of screaming like most people would, you grinned and nudged the body, giving it a little wink. “Hey buddy! How’s it hangin’?” When the corpse didn’t answer you, you huffed in annoyance and returned to your skipping. “Maybe later then.”
You, (F/n) (L/n), were the personal assassin of James Moriarty, one of the most influential and deadly men in the country, perhaps even the world. At first you were just a simple assassin-for-hire, and quite a good one to because people would have to book you weeks in advance to even have a chance of hiring you. Then, one fateful afternoon you stumbled in the consulting criminal, Moriarty, who
(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]For the remaining nights of the full moon, John and Vistha camped in the witches’ cave, while Sherlock and Aela spent their nights in the mountains. They believed it would be the safest thing to do.(10) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover] by Darkshine97
John kicked what appeared to be rat bones against the cave wall.
“This place is disgusting.” He said.
“The Glenmoril witches don’t care much for hygiene.” Vistha remarked, clearing a space for him to sit by the fire.
They’d prepared a fire after collecting firewood from outside. The small, flickering fire gave the dank cave an orange glow.
“How did you and Sherlock meet?” Vistha asked.
“We met in prison.” John poked a stick in fire, shifting one of the logs. “We escaped together. I think he’d known exactly how to escape for a long time, but he just didn’t know what he’d do on the outside.”
“So you escaped and came to the college?” Vistha inquired.
“Yes. I saw him transform not l
(8) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover]The Arcanaeum was a large circular room. The floor was lowered in the middle with a desk and bookcases on each side, and another desk at the far end, piled with books, with what must have been the librarian behind it. Vistha approached the librarian and spoke to him quietly. He nodded and proceeded to take several books of the shelves and place them on one of the central desks. The librarian retreated back to his own desk. Vistha looked up at Sherlock and John and gestured for them to come to him.(8) A Study in Skyrim [Sherlock/Skyrim Crossover] by Darkshine97
“The cure for lycanthropy is not common knowledge.” He started. “It may take some time to find out the way to do it.”
Sherlock and John shared a look.
“Don’t worry,” Vistha added. “We will find a way.”
The three men all sat around a single desk which was littered with open books; some with grotesque drawings, some with very small font, and even some in different languages. John skimmed through the books, trying to spot anything to do with
Sherlock-CaringSherlock held the phone in his hand. Standing on the edge of the rooftop. Cool wind blew his coat around him.Sherlock-Caring by Bbburn
John shook his head in disbelief.
He was doing it all for them. For John, for Mrs. Hudson, for Lestrade. They couldn't even know it. Couldn't know why he was doing this, why he was doing it to them. Lestrade an Mrs. Hudson might even believe that he was a fraud. But John still believed. Believed in him. John wouldn't let himself believe he had been tricked, that someone could act as his friend all along.
Sherlock ended the call and threw the phone on the rooftop behind him. He could still see everything. He could see the moment they met, and everything he had first deduced about John. A military man with a limp and night terrors. John showed him something though, he showed him that people could be so much more.
The first case they solved John killed a man for him. For him. Sherlock never expected anyone to do anything like that for him.
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