16 Recent Deviations
Logic (SherlockXReader)"Sherlock Holmes, if you jump..!"Logic (SherlockXReader) by LowBattery00
You tried to give that authoritative tone he had once or twice complimented you on, tried to make him stop just by the sound of your voice. There was only one problem: What could you say? What could be said? If he did jump, he'd be gone and retaliating would be impossible. You could hear John yelling on the phone and across the street the detective's name. He had his back to you, soft heaves coming from him and showing in the way his back rose and fell. You'd ran flights of stairs, surpassed so many doors when you realized what he was about to do. All this because he was considered a fraud? You clutched your chest, catching your breath and slowly starting towards him. He turned halfway. "Stay back!" he snarled, phone still pressed to his ear. He was speaking to both of you and John.
Tears threatened to spill, burning your eyes and blurring your vision. You wiped them away and took steps anyway, "Sherlock, please don't do this..." He didn't respond, tur
Sherlock/Reader: NicotineWith a sigh, you leaned over the edge of the building, arms resting on the ledge. You heard footsteps approaching, but you didn't bother to turn to see who it was; you had a pretty good guess.Sherlock/Reader: Nicotine by TheA115
The pale, curly-haired man you knew oh-so-well approached your side. Saying nothing, he, too, rested against the building ledge.
"Mister Holmes," you greeted him.
He said nothing, instead studying you. You turned your head slightly, looking him over.
"Oh, I see," you say after a moment, "You're deducing me." You smirk, "No point in that, Sherlock, I've nothing to hide."
"You come here to get away from the world," he finally states.
You turned back to look out at the city again, taking a drag of your cigarette as you did so.
"The world...Fuck the world...It's such a drag."
You exhale the remaining smoke into the air, watching it as it slowly disappeared.
"You smoke, don't you, Mister Holmes?"
"How do you know?"
"Oh," you laugh, "I know a lot about you."
"Who are you?"
Married to My Work, Chapter 5Chapter 5: Jealousy, My Dear WatsonMarried to My Work, Chapter 5 by DragonHaven42
John woke up to a silent house. A chilly, silent house. Pulling on a bath robe he wandered from his room down to the kitchen. It was still weird for him to walk for minutes to get to his kitchen when before he had lived in one room. As he was thinking this he almost tripped over a taut wire spread across the kitchen’s door frame.
Swearing he stumbled but remained on his feet before glaring at the wire he was sure Sherlock would claim was another bloody experiment about harmonics or something, but what John was sure the violinist left around to intentionally trip him. At least this one was not at the top of the stairs.
He knelt down and removed the wire from the door and then put the kettle onto boil. John sat down in one of the heavy wooden chairs and was immediately plagued with the thoughts he was making an effort to ignore. He looked at the kettle, the dust whirling in the light of the open window, anything for a distraction. Hating the kett
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