Wholock: A Good Ol Fashion VillainWholock: A good ol' fashion villainWholock: A Good Ol Fashion Villain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Once is an accident.
Twice is a mistake.
Three times is a habit.
Jim splashed the cold water on his face; he didn't look in the mirror. Then he did. He would need a better lie this time to explain this piece of work. He was getting better at lying.
He briefly wondered if this was what life was like for the other kids at school, then he realized he didn't care. They were not him, and they would be of no help at all. He was eight years old, old enough to know what was going on, and what would happen if he told the truth.
Jim took the washcloth off the side of the sink and dried his face slowly. Every day he found he cared a little less.
He wondered if this was normal. Then he didn't.
He even stopped caring about his mum. He used to rush in and defend her during the quarrels, but she always, always defended Fathers behavior. It was getting dull and repetitive.
It was the repetition he hated. The cycle was so predictable he wondered why it even shocked h
SuperWhoLock Head CanonSuperWhoLock Head Canon Made By My Sister and I (This will get updated if we think of more, which we probably will.)SuperWhoLock Head Canon3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock and Dean hate each otherDean is jealous of Jack because Jack can get all of the hot girls that reject DeanCas and The Doctor are BFFsSam and John are the research departmentJack will not give up until he successfully seduces DeanSam thinks the above is hilariousCas finds Jack’s immortality fascinatingSherlock will never believe in demons, ghosts, or monsters, no matter how much proof he is shown.Dean has gotten lost in the TARDIS many timesDean refuses to stop hitting on Amy, no matter how many times she tells him that she is married and won’t cheat on RoryThe Master, Moriarty, and Lucifer are BFFsThe Doctor and Sam are BFFsAmy and Rose are BFFsRose, Molly, and Jo like to go to the movies together and hang
Sherlock Chatroom 7 (MoriartyXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 7 (MoriartyXReader)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jim has started a chatroom.
(Y/n) has logged on.
John has logged on.
‘Hello darling – Jim’
‘Hey Jim – YN’
‘Why am I in your chatroom? – John’
‘Bored – Jim’
Sherlock has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
‘Go occupy yourself if your bored – YN’
‘I would but you’re not here so I can’t – Jim’
‘Eww – Sherlock’
‘I didn’t mean like that!! – Jim’
‘What were you going to do play scrabble *sarcasm* - Mycroft’
Mycroft has changed his name to Government Hooker.
‘Aww – YN’
‘MORIARTY! – Government Hooker’
‘Yeeeeeeeeees? – Jim’
‘I knew you were a hooker! – John’
‘………………. – Government Hooker’
‘I’m still bored – Jim’
Jim has changed his name to Mr Sex.
‘Who changed his nam
Sherlock in the Tardis FanficSherlock in the Tardis Fanfic4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sherlock in the Tardis
John almost walked straight into it. A blue box. Right there in the middle of the street. No one seemed to find it odd and John didn't even seem to have been aware of it, before he crashed his nose into it. Even now, when he finally saw it, he didn't seem all that interested. He scowled at the box for having stood in his way and then walked over to the edge of the street, planning to get a cab.
Sherlock however had lost all interest in the case Lestrade had brought to their attention. Certainly, a severed foot sounded intriguing enough, but there was something about this blue box that was even more interesting than detached limbs.
Sherlock circled it. A police box, as he'd expected. He recognised the old design, though he wasn't sure where his mind had collected that particular piece of useless data. He blamed John, since meeting him, Sherlock's mind was being force fed useless information every day. He had no desire to know who the contestants of
Ridiculous221b. I need your help, now. -SHRidiculous3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock, no. I'm on a date! -JW
This is more important. -SH
What is it? -JW
I've deleted forks. -SH
This afternoon while researching for the Whitfield case I apparently deleted the deceptively simple but necessary motor skills required in handling a fork.
draft: How the
draft: I'm not
So eat something with your hands! -JW
John this is important. Aren't you always saying I need to eat? -SH
And now I'm trying and you won't assist me. -SH
What a shame, guess I'll just have to go hungry. -SH
John sighed, pocketing his phone just as Katherine returned from the bathroom. She smiled at him. "Miss me?"
He tried not to make eye contact. "Erm, not exactly...there's a bit of an emergency at the flat."
She raised her eyebrows.
"I, um, I have to go...help Sherlock. He accidentally...well." He grimaced. "Look, I'm really sorry. I know you were looking forward- I mean, you could just come with me. To the flat. Get...take-out or something?"
Sherlock chickensWhy did the chicken cross the road?Sherlock chickens3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John: Chickens don't cross roads. In real life, chickens don't cross roads.
Moriarty: That's what chickens DO!
Sally Donovan: It's not paid or anything. It must get off on it.
Lestrade: And exactly how many times DID it cross the road?
Anderson: Now, look. Whatever that chicken is implying-
Sherlock: That's not a chicken, Anderson, it's a thoroughbred domesticated duck. Do your research!
Sherlock BBC - Like a VirginAs John was staggering up the stairs to their shared flat on 221B Baker Street and struggling to keep his balance in a really pathetic and futile impression of a walk, he thought that spending the whole evening in "Red Lion", drinking pint after pint, maybe wasn't such a good idea.Sherlock BBC - Like a Virgin3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all Sherlock's fault, as usual. A few hours ago he announced fervently that he was bored out of his mind, and, since there wasn't any interesting case available, it could be fruitful to go to a pub and try spying on people. After all, drunk clientele are more prone to spill the beans and reveal some juicy secrets. At least that's what Sherlock claimed using more sophisticated vocabulary and making those puppy eyes, which you couldn't simply refuse. The truth was, John didn't really want to oppose this time, because an evening in a pub sounded fantastic. He envisioned that a bit of unwinding will be a nicer pastime than chasing criminals all around London as they normally do. So John was quite glad whe
Sherlock and Moriarty watch crap TellySherlock and Moriarty watch crap Telly2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Sherlock and Moriarty watch crap telly
"Stockholm syndrome, that's why" stated Moriarty flatly. He let his legs dangle over the couch arm and leaned into Sherlock, who was sitting with his knees up to his chin and hands wrapped around his legs. "She didn't know she was kidnapped, so that doesn't apply." Sherlock rolled his eyes and huffed.
"It's textbook Sherlock, whether she knows she was kidnapped or not is irrelevant, she has all the symptoms. Don't be boring." Moriarty leaned back and let the back of his head rest on Sherlock's boney shoulder.
"You just won't admit you're wrong, name calling will get you nowhere."
"Johns home." Moriarty stated without taking his eyes off the telly.
John came stomping up the stairs and flung open the door. "Sherlock I swear this better be an emergency you can't keep-" John stumbled back at the sight in front of him. Sherlock and Moriarty were on the sofa (neither bothered to even look up as John entered) with the telly moved to the c
What... - Sherlock, JohnNo one had any idea Sherlock and John were up in their shared flat, but then again, why would anyone care Mrs. Hudson was gone to visit a friend, Sherlock wasn't in a mad dash to investigate anything, and John, well John had played hooky from work. It was a Friday, and he'd just wanted a three day weekend for once. Maybe be able to relax, read a good book. He slept in late, got up, had all intentions of making tea, and then couldn't make up his mind on which tea he'd like. So, he gave up on the whole thing altogether, and sat on the couch. He was reading an article in a magazine he'd picked up at the market earlier in the week when Sherlock walked in.What... - Sherlock, John3 years ago in Settings More Like This
John looked him over from the top of his magazine and then continued reading. Sherlock, wearing his light blue pajamas and robe looked at John, stretched, and walked into the kitchen. John heard the rattling of spoons and clinking of glasses. She
Wholock Part 2Molly's car entered the center of London. The streets were empty of normal people and cars. Instead, military vehicles were driving past, and helicopters were flying up above. Molly's eyes widened with every passing car, but Sherlock just looked bored. News vans were also driving past.Wholock Part 22 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Brilliant. Everyone will know that I'm alive, there goes months of work staying dead."
They finally reached the 'scene of the crime'. A military block had been set up, all around, but the top of a black, smoking sphere was still visible over it. They were expected, and ushered through without a moments notice. Once past the wall, Sherlock could see the entire sphere. It was massive, and looked centuries ahead of current technology. There was massive damage on all the surrounding buildings, as if it had fallen out of the sky, destroying everything as it fell. Sherlock stared at it, eyes wide. Molly didn't know what surprised her more, the craft or the fact that Sherlock was showing emotion. Tearing his e
Wholock Part 3Sherlock stared at the man, trying to get a read off of him. He was getting a read alright, but nothing that made sense. He dressed like an old professor, but was young, no more than 28. His hands showed that he worked with machinery, but he certainly didn't dress like it. He had obviously made his way through a large amount of military personnel, but didn't have a weapon. Sherlock could see an imprint in his jacket, but it wasn't shaped like any weapon he knew of. And his eyes, they were much older than the man himself. He looked worried, but not irrationally so. Whatever was happening, he knew all about it. And it scared him. Yet, behind the fear was a familiar look. An excitedness, despite, or possibly because of, the danger. That was the same way Sherlock always felt. He leaned back. This might actually be interesting.Wholock Part 32 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Everybody needs to leave, NOW!"
Mycroft stood up.
"And who are you, exactly?"
"I'm the person who's telling you to LEAVE! NOW! Unless, of course, you all want to di
SuperWhoLock Chatroom (MoriartyXReader)SuperWhoLock Chatroom (MoriartyXReader)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
Jim has logged on.
Dean has logged on.
‘Hey baby – YN’
‘Hello gorgeous – Dean’
‘Dude fuck off she was talking to me! – Jim’
‘Whoa my bad – Dean’
‘Yeah right – Jim’
‘Who the hell are you anyway? – YN’
‘Dean – Dean’
‘No shit we can see that – Jim’
‘Jim calm down or no sex – YN’
‘Aw man – Jim’
‘Whipped – Dean’
‘I will hunt you down – Jim’
‘Yeah, yeah I’ve heard it all before – Dean’
Sherlock has logged on.
The Doctor has logged on.
Lucifer has logged on.
‘LUCIFER?! – Dean’
‘Hello Dean – Lucifer’
‘Hey Luci – YN’
‘Oh (Y/n) hey – Lucifer’
‘You know him? – Dean’
‘Course she knows me I tried to kill her twice – Lucifer’
Time Has Come TodayHe didn't expect the insistent hammering at the front door, and it wasn't much appreciated right after he'd just sat himself down. Greg Lestrade, former Detective Inspector, set aside the tumbler of whiskey with an irritated sigh and walked through the modest flat, calling out when the pounding continued, "All right, knock it off! I'm coming. Ass," he added in a grumble, just before flipping the latch and opening the door as far as the chain allowed.Time Has Come Today3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Surprise lifted his eyebrows and voice. "John? What are you-- is Sherlock in trouble?"
Dr. Watson's forehead was wrinkled in worry, but he shook his head. "No, it isn't Greg, I need you to come with me, right now." He was so serious, instantly bringing to Greg's mind the last time they had tangled with Moriarty and how John was purely soldier, working frenetically against the madman's machinations, trying to find his friend.
Slipping the chain off, he gestured John inside the small entryway. "I can't really do that. I mean," he corre
Sherlock X Cabin Pressure crossJohn adjusted the strap of his duffle bag on his shoulder as he stood in the line to board his plane. A 7-4-7, full of many people with so many different backstories, yet John knew that the whole trip to California in the United States, he would be completely and depressingly alone.Sherlock X Cabin Pressure cross3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His doctor had ordered him on a vacation, a type of medicine. Something a simple pill wouldn't service. He had to get away from everything that connected him to Sherlock, but John knew this wouldn't help. In order to get him away from everything to do with Sherlock, they would have to cut out his heart. If it was up to John, he wouldn't be going on this stupid trip in the first place.
He glanced around at the speckled gray walls of the London airport one last time before stepping into the terminal and slowly making his way to the open doors of the aircraft. Lining against the cabin doors stood the crew of the craft, including the captain.
"Hello," He started cheerfully as John entered the plane, "My name's
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.Sherlock BBC: Cinema date2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re
BBC Sherlock: NightmaresThe moment John woke up, he knew something was wrong. He was a light sleeper, courtesy of Afghanistan, so any sign of danger could instantly jolt him wide awake. And now he clearly sensed that his life was hanging by a thread. However, John decided to be cautious and not to make any unnecessary movements, which might provoke an assault. Instead he just opened his eyes slightly and carefully scanned the room shrouded in darkness. Yes, his instinct didn't fail him. There was someone standing at the door. The stranger was motionless, but John could hear him breathing irregularly, as if he just stopped running and tried to calm down. A shadowy, anonymous silhouette, like a monster from children's nightmares.BBC Sherlock: Nightmares3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
John felt fear rising in his chest, but years of being a soldier helped him to maintain his cool. His mind started racing, desperately trying to figure out what to do. He thought about the gun he kept in a bedside table's drawer, but he doubt he'd be quick enough to grab it before th
Senses"Sherlock what are you doing?" John asked as his flatmate pulled him out of his chair.Senses4 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I need your help with an experiment. Nothing dangerous I promise." Sherlock assured him, letting the doctor's arm drop to his side once he was on his feet.
John rolled his eyes. "Can't you experiment on yourself? I was reading."
"You can read later. I already did this experiment on myself and I need to know the results are consistent."
Sherlock shook his head. "Can't tell you or you'll think the same thing is happening to you when it really isn't. Power of suggestion and all that. Now, may I start?"
John rolled his eyes but nodded. How bad could it be if Sherlock had already undergone the mysterious experiment and was standing in front of him, as alive and energetic as ever. Sherlock grinned and quickly tied a blindfold over John's eyes.
"Sherlock! What the hell are you doing?" the doctor asked, crying out in surprise.
"Calm down John. I read a while ago that if you cut off one sense
Sherlock Chatroom 8 (Drunk!SherlockXDrunk!Reader)Sherlock Chatroom 8 (Drunk!SherlockXDrunk!Reader)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
John has logged on.
Sherlock has logged on.
Mycroft has logged on.
‘HEY JOHN! – YN’
‘What’s with the caps lock? – John’
‘I CAN’T FIND SHERLOCK! – YN’
‘YOU’LL NEVER FIND ME! – Sherlock’
‘Are they ok? – Mycroft’
‘I don’t know – John’
‘Hey John guess what? – Sherlock’
‘What? – John’
‘I broke down my door using my body – Sherlock’
‘……………… - John’
‘I’m concerned – Mycroft’
‘AWW YOU DO CARE! *virtual hug* - Sherlock’
‘AWW I SHIP IT! – YN’
‘I AM NOT A SIP! – Sherlock’
‘*SHIP*! – YN’
‘AH GRAMMAR NAZI! – Sherlock’
‘I’m scared – John’
‘Be afraid be very afraid – YN’
Greg has logged o
The LessonThe Lesson3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Honestly John, it's really quite simple."
"No, Sherlock! It's not 'quite simple!'"
"Of the two human beings in this room, which one is more able to make a well-informed and intelligent decision on the difficulty of a certain task?"
"I really think there's only one human being in this room: me. But in any case I should cause I'm normal."
Sherlock scoffed. "Ugh. Boring. Now try it again."
"Sherlock, my fingers are tired. I seriously can't play anymore. My fingers are going to start bleeding and I'm going to get an infection."
"Are you insinuating something about the cleanliness of my bow?"
"Actually, maybe I am." John set the violin down on the armchair. "You've come home soaked in blood before."
"Pig's blood." Sherlock murmured.
"As if that makes it alright!" John shouted, throwing his hands up in defeat. "How am I supposed to know what sort of rubbish gets on your bow?" He crossed the room, desperate to get away from the world's most aggravating flatmate, and let himself fall onto the
The Lonely Assassin?Sherlock had never expected to see fear on the face of James Moriarty, but right now he looked as scared as he could possibly be. The consulting criminal staggered backwards and fell, holding one hand in front of him in defense, his face full of dread and morbid realisation.The Lonely Assassin?3 years ago in Drama More Like This
His voice barely came out as a whisper. "It's you - you were behind everything, it's always been you!"
The detective grinned and took a step forwards, waiting for the criminal to blink.
He didn't have to wait long.
As soon as he did, Sherlock felt the air move behind him as multiple stone angels appeared, reaching out. Jim crawled backwards towards the wall, terrified, but Sherlock stayed where he was. Because they both knew that they wouldn't hurt him.
"It's been you all along, you you're on their side!"
Sherlock's grin faded slightly. He began to walk slowly towards Jim, and he crouched down so that his mouth was centimetres away from his ear. He could hear the criminal's breathing - unsteady and thi
Wholock: Stranger Than Fiction 1"Doctor, I think something went horribly wrong this time!" Rory yelled across the open space of the Tardis. The doctor was only visible from the waist down; the rest of him was sticking out of the Tardis door, trying to gage where they were now. "I'm inclined to agree with you," the Doctor yelled back.Wholock: Stranger Than Fiction 13 years ago in Humor More Like This
Despite the Doctor's voice being calm and controlled, this statement did very little to reassure Rory. It might actually have made things a little bit worse. After all the Doctor was a man who, when confronted with life threatening situations, seemed to only be exited by the unknown and dangerous. So, if that man was agreeing with Rory that something was horribly wrong, something must be horribly, horribly. wrong
Rory walked over to the Tardis' open door, and leaned out his head as well. "So where are we?" he asked. What he saw was the kind of white houses that wouldn't look amiss in London, but Rory had travelled to enough alien worlds to know, they quite often looked like Earth,
I Held Your Name Inside My MouthI Held Your Name Inside My Mouth3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Sherlock couldn't breathe. He couldn't see. He couldn't deduce. He couldn't think.
He sat in the middle of the living room of 221b, breathing hard, shaking, loosing his mind. He'd heard it, the shattering of glass, the thump of a body as it hit the floor. John was dead. He was dead and Moriarty had killed him.
Earlier that morning Sherlock was riding in a taxi back from the Scotland Yard, after jailing one of Moriarty's assassins. The case had been simple, this assassin obviously not being one of the master criminal mind's best, or maybe thats what Moriarty had wanted. It was always a game with him.
He was almost to the flat when his phone beeped with a new message. It was from an unknown number
'Play with mine, I'll play with yours. A gun shoots faster than water pours.'
It made no sense to Sherlock, they never did. This was one of the few empty threats he received from Moriarty weekly so he shrugged it off, focusing instead on formulating an experiment on how many days it took for a
Live and Let Die: Chapter 3BBC Sherlock/ The Hunger Games crossoverLive and Let Die: Chapter 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
Chapter 3: If you want survival, kneel on my arrival
The rest of the allotted time Sherlock spent alone, trying to regain his calm. Meetings with Mycroft always got on his nerves. But he realised that this time his brother was right. It would be foolish to disregard the other Tributes before actually getting to know their strong and weak points. Sherlock needed to gather as much information as possible and then prepare a plan, which would lead him to victory. Even for a second he didn't dwell on the possibility that he might forfeit his life. Impossible.
The door opened again, but it wasn't his brother who was coming inside. One of the Peacekeepers ordered the boy brusquely to get out and go into the car. Sherlock went pass the guard slowly, giving him a supercilious look. He hated to be ordered around, even though he wanted nothing more than to finally leave District 3 behind.
There were only Sally and Irene inside the car when he entere
Too Little TimeToo Little Time - Doctor Who Short FicToo Little Time3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Don't touch it," said the Doctor as he placed the strange metal box down on the console of the TARDIS. He crouched and began to eye it suspiciously.
"Why? You're touching it," Amy answered with a hint of sarcasm. She watched his head bob back and forth slightly while he inspected the article they had picked up.
The Doctor brushed a hand through his dark hair while he continued staring at the box, studying every detail on the surface of it, trying to understand the meaning behind the carvings etched on its surface. It took a moment for him to answer his companion but he finally huffed and stated with slight irritation, "Well, I'm a Time Lord, I know what to do. This is what I do. I observe other worlds; the people and their various customs; I blend in. I'm the only one with the skill to figure out this little - gift. I get strange gifts all the time from races that appreciate