31 Recent Deviations
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 40It turned out Timothy was staying in small house on the outskirts of London, the three of you looking up at it from the sidewalk where the cab had left you. The windows were dark but it was late and he was probably asleep, so you mounted the steps and pressed the bell but got no answer. You looked to Sherlock and he gave a nod so you tried the door and found it unlocked, Sherlock pushing past you so you were safely between him and John as you ventured forth.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 40 by TheBeethatHums
Every room was trashed as you moved through them to get a cursory overview of the first floor, going from the front living room to the kitchen, then to a spare bedroom, and finally a small office. Sherlock paused here, something catching his eye as he crouched to examine a few of the many papers scattered about the floor, and you and John exchanged a glance before slipping back into the main room to let him think. You took in the destruction of the room as John wandered into the kitchen and then had a thought- his studio.
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 37After John had thoroughly cooled off and started to feel bad for leaving you with what had to be the most irritating sick person he’d ever encountered, he decided it was time to go home. He was surprised to find the two of you on the asleep on the couch, Sherlock’s upper half completely exposed and the sheet hanging only loosely around his hips. He’d rolled face down in his sleep when you’d shifted to a slouch, burying his nose in your stomach, and one of your hands had found its way to his back and the other remained meshed in his hair.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 37 by TheBeethatHums
John took a long moment to process the scene before his mind managed to formulate a full thought, slowly repeating, ‘There’s a naked man sleeping on my sister,’ a few times in his head. He shook his head, reminding himself that you both needed your rest before he completely flew off the handle, and you stirred, obviously uncomfortable in your slouched position.
You hummed softly, rubbing at Sherlock’s sho
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 38After three days of you working while Sherlock and John were on the case, you found you missed seeing them everyday but that it was nice to be able to support yourself again. Sherlock was angry with you for refusing to come, you knew that since he was acting like a child and the only communication you had with them was the occasional text from your brother, but you didn’t have time to think about it.Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 38 by TheBeethatHums
As the rookie you’d gotten stuck with the morning shift and had to be at work before four thirty, your habit of getting up early working to your advantage for once, and today was no exception. It was a relatively nice day and you had just finished dealing with the morning rush, relaxing into the lull that always followed, when a familiar face walked through the door and settled into an armchair in your section.
You tilted your head before heading over to greet him, “Bonjour, Monsieur Holmes. How may I help you today?”
Mycroft looked up at you, lightly licking his lo
Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 36John literally jumped out of his chair when he heard you open the door downstairs, meeting you halfway up the stairs as he struggled to yank his jacket on, “Thank god you’re home. Why didn’t you answer your phone?”Observers- BBC Sherlock x Reader Chpt. 36 by TheBeethatHums
“I was busy. I turned it off after the fifth text,” you replied, stopping your ascent of the stairs to talk to him.
He let out an exasperated sigh, “I need to go… somewhere that’s not here. Anywhere. I’ll be back later.”
You just waved a hand and continued up the stairs, “Go. I’ve got it.”
“Thanks Squeak.” He called up the stairs and then bolted out of the flat.
You took a deep breath before swishing into the flat to sit on the coffee table, “Alright Sherlock. I’m home. What do you need?”
“Who said I needed anything?” he grumbled from his place facing the back of the couch in what looked to be only a sheet, which was tightly wound around him like a c
(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
Loki is Johnlocked Ch. 18Loki is Johnlocked Ch. 18 by Methuselah87
/ 'Daddy... Daddy, you can come now... I'm here, I'm waiting...' / That voice... he'd never heard the boy's voice before... A pale face, framed in dark hair, just like his. He was thin, all smiles, with his mother's eyes, and her glimmer. That shine she had while she was pregnant, the one that died the day she went mad. He giggled, and it was like chiming bells. Loki's heart broke. / 'Don't look at me like that, daddy. I know who you are. I want to meet you, daddy.' / There had never been a deeper gnash in his heart, and this boy was prodding it with his laughter. He worked his jaw, but no words came out. The boy was so... perfect. Innocent. Pale. Small. He looked almost exactly like he had when he was young. The boy held out a pale hand, his smile growing. / 'Don't cry daddy, don't be afraid. I love you, too.' /
Loki gasped and his eyes flew open. He blinked rapidly. That voice... how had he heard that voice? Why was it so... He struggled to sit up and rubbed his eyes dry, taking a sh
Strawberry Sherlock Ch 1John Watson wasn't sure what to make of Sherlock as they entered the large hotel building. Actually he wasn't really sure what to make of this entire situation at all.Strawberry Sherlock Ch 1 by FlyingLion76
"Sherlock, why are we here?" John asked. His curly haired friend remained standing still as they waited for an elevator.
"Client of course."
"A rich client?" John asked hopefully. Sherlock scratched a cheek.
"More or less. He's the head of a company."
More or less? John had to hold back a laugh. A car was personally sent for them at Baker Street and before a John could get a word in Sherlock dragged him along for the ride.
"The client is an old acquaintance of mine. He might be able to help with our rent."
Ah of course. Rent recently became a minor problem for the Baker Street duo as the last three cases Sherlock volunteered for with two without pay and the third with the client as the perpetrator (Which Sherlock saw through right away but took anyways just for the fun of exposing the cul
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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