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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
Treat (MycroftXReader)You returned home early from work one day to the flat you share with your boyfriend Mycroft. When you opened the door you were met with dimmed lights. You closed the door behind you and set your bag down on the counter before going into the living room. You were about to go into the kitchen when you felt Mycroft wrap his arms around your waist.Treat (MycroftXReader) by DixonVixon
“I was wondering when you’d get home” Mycroft murmured kissing your neck.
“What did you do?” You asked tilting your head to the side exposing more of your neck to him.
“I got bored so I made dinner” Mycroft replied. You went into the dining room and saw he had cooked lamb stew, lite a candle and had red wine set up.
“You seriously did all this?” You turned to face the British Government who nodded.
“How did you learn to cook?” You asked curiously as you and Mycroft sat down opposite each other.
“I learned a few things over the years” Mycroft replied.
Drunk (Sherlock fic)Sebastian growled when he was woken up by the sound of yelling and stormed out of his room before pausing at what he saw. Cake and Mycroft were clinging to John, Lizz was on Sherlock’s lap, Jim was crying behind the sofa, Bee was trying to call Greg and Dixon was clinging to Mycroft.Drunk (Sherlock fic) by DixonVixon
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” Sebastian yelled making everyone pause and look at him.
“LIZZ DOESN’T LOVE ME!” Jim cried before he jumped on Sebastian clinging to him.
“AHH WHY IS HE NAKED?!” Sebastian shrieked.
“WE DON’T KNOW!” Dixon replied.
“OK WHO HERE IS NOT DRUNK?!” Sherlock yelled.
“Me, John, Cake, Bee, you, Tiger and Dixon I’m not sure of” Lizz listed looking around.
“I AM THE BUNNY OVERLORD BOW DOWN BEFORE ME AND SARAH CONNOR!” Everyone heard Greg scream from outside. Bee looked out the window and saw a naked Greg run by holding his 3 bunnies and turtle.
“Should someone get him?
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Tiger (SebastianXReader)Tiger (SebastianXReader) by DixonVixon
You lay back on your boyfriend’s bed watching him change for bed. He had his back turned to you and when he pulled his grey shirt over his head you noticed something on the back of his shoulder.
“I didn’t know you had a tattoo Seb” You commented. Sebastian looked at you over his shoulder and glanced at his tattoo.
“Got it a few years back” Sebastian shrugged pulling on a fresh shirt.
“No take it off again I want to get a good look at it!” You whined pulling him onto the bed. Sebastian rolled his eyes and let you remove his shirt before you sat behind him. You traced the outline of the tiger tattoo and felt him shiver under your touch.
“Why a tiger?” You asked curiously.
“Cause it was my nickname” Sebastian replied. You nodded and continued tracing over his tattoo.
“Tiger……Suits you” You said. Sebastian closed his eyes as you wrapped your arms around his waist resting your head on his shoul
(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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