31 Recent Deviations
Sherlock/Reader: Home "Oh, no you don't," you heard Sherlock say when you attempted to get up.Sherlock/Reader: Home  by TheA115
"Sherlock, I'm pregnant, not old," you glare st him.
"And yet you are just as fragile. Now sit down."
You sigh, realizing it would be dumb to disagree, and return to the chair.
"I don't want to stay cooped up in this house for another week. Please, let me come with you. Just this once!"
"You've been doing it for nine months, I don't see why one more week would do you ill."
"You're going to the store, Sherlock. You act like I'm asking to accompany you on a case," you lock eyes with him as he stands by the door, ready to leave.
"It's only one week, ____," he says calmly, "Just one more week."
"Yes, and that's seven days too long."
He closes his eyes for a moment, debating, before he answers, "Fine. But let me help you."
You don't argue this time, and let him put your coat and shoes on for you.
"Think about it, it's not long until you'll be doing this for our daughter," you smile.
Though he tried to hid
Sherlock/Reader: HomeThe sense of joy that overwhelmed you only made you run faster, throwing the flat's door open.Sherlock/Reader: Home by TheA115
"Sherlock!" you cried, bounding up the steps. You were out of breath by the time you reached your destination.
"Sherly, I've...I'm..." you trailed off, the sight before you silencing you.
Sherlock, your Sherlock, with someone else...?
The gasp that escaped your own mouth was barely audible over the moans of the other two.
They both parted from their make-out session, staring lovingly into each others eyes, just before the detective noticed you in the doorway, barely holding back tears.
"I-I'm sorry. I should have knocked...I...I just..."
The woman finally got off of his lap, turning to look at you, too.
You didn't take the time to figure out who it was before you retreated with an unseen speed down to the door.
You faintly heard Sherlock calling after you, but you ignored him as you exited the building, and into the rain.
The weather matched your mood, and it was a perfect opportunity
Predators - Incubus!LokixReaderxVampire!Sherlock“You are in need of a flock and I of a harem; I do not see why we cannot share.” The incubus’s deep, smooth voice was calm and reasoning as his sea coloured eyes observed his pacing companion.Predators - Incubus!LokixReaderxVampire!Sherlock by SuperQatarGirl
“Because I have a hard time imagining that those willing to have intercourse with you will also be willing to let me feed off them.” The slightly deeper and gruffer voice of the vampire was cold and unrelenting, his stormy grey eyes sharp and focussed as he stared straight ahead.
“Come now; I am not picky.” A charming smile spread across the incubus’s pristine, ivory face, revealing straight pearly-whites. “You pick out the ones you wish and I shall have my fun regardless; I know you will choose well.”
“There has to be a catch to this deal,” the vampire nearly sneered in reply, showing off his own reflective, pointy incisors. He strode over quickly to sit in the chair opposite the one his partner in conversation occupied in h
Just Haven't Met You Yet! Ch1Ever since John Watson went into high school he kept his wrist covered, be it with an ace bandage or long sleeves. Once he reached the age of 12, kids started to make fun of him for the scrawly penmanship that was printed there. But it wasn't that messy script that was the problem. It was the name that was written there. But then again it wasn't the name either. William was a perfectly good name for a young bloke. The problem was that the name was in fact a name for a male.aJust Haven't Met You Yet! Ch1 by SherlockItsOnlyLogic
Now, John had always fancied women. It's not that the thought of being gay bothered him; so much as he had never been attracted to guys. However, being called out on his “soul-mate scratch” made him uncomfortable. So in the long run it was just easier to keep it covered then to get shoved into lockers by some of his rugby mates.
Sherlock Holmes was not ashamed of the chickens scratch on his wrist, he was infuriated by it. He wasn't so much upset that he got made fun of because it was a male name. In f
(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
A New Sherlock Part 1Elizabeth Jane Watson sat at her computer, scrolling through various cases. Only a couple caught her eye. She had found a murder, but she could solve that one without leaving the apartment. The wife obviously took a shovel to her husbands head, because he had been sleeping with other women. Case closed.A New Sherlock Part 1 by PewdieCry-MoMoTigger
Elizabeth continued scrolling. In the comfort of her flat she could work in peace. She read a case about a little girl's cat that was stuck in a tree and a man who lost his glasses. Suddenly her mobile buzzed. She prayed it was someone calling her about a case, but it was only a text.
Come outside. -S
Who was S? How did S get Elizabeth Watson's number? She didn't give her number out often, but this number she didn't recognize. She slowly rose and looked out the curtains. No one was there.
She paced across the room and went to the vanity, retrieving her .45 U.S. Army Caliber. She walked down the steps and went to the door. A quiet voice broke the silence, causing Eliza
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