Wreak This JournalWhen you have grown accustomed to the general clutter that is practically attached to the younger Holmes, it is natural to assume that the older is also as untidy. Sherlock's flat is a mass of papers, case files, and, during one memorable drugs bust, body parts. I don't know how John can stand it sometimes.Wreak This Journal1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
So, when Mycroft finally asked me if I wanted to move in with him I was exited and slightly terrified. I had never seen his home before which is kind of weird when we have been dating for almost a year but I hadn't brought it up, fearing that it could be classified data and that he would have to kill me after telling me. Fortunately I sur
London to Edinburgh I"Yes!" Exclaimed the consulting detective, jumping over the coffee table, clutching the letter tightly.London to Edinburgh I2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Another case?" called John from the kitchen.
"Oh no John, this isn't just another case." Sherlock grinned, waving the letter in his flatmates face. "This is an exceptional case."
Deciding to indulge his curiosity, John abandoned his attempt to make tea and turned to face the taller man who was now re-reading his letter. "And what makes this case so much more interesting than the others?"
"It's in Scotland. Edinburgh to be precise."
John shifted his weight and tried to look uninterested. "Oh. Has someone been murdered?"
A Week Without John"Morning Sherlock." John said as he entered the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.A Week Without John1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Arms wrapped around John's waist as Sherlock's chin rested on his shoulder. John froze, hand half wrapped around the milk.
"Good morning." Sherlock smiled.
Sherlock's hand was wrapped around the belt that held John's robe closed. He pulled it slightly till the knot was threatening to fall apart, revealing John's body underneath.
"May I, John?" Sherlock asked biting John's ear.
John moaned and giggled, closing his eyes. Sherlock pulled the string a little more, almost having it fall apart.
Did Sherlock know?
The knot broke and the robe fell open,
21 Days - Halloween10:0221 Days - Halloween8 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
21 Days and 9 hours.
Should be obvious, even to you.
Need I remind you that I've only gotten seven hours sleep in the past three days thanks to your case?
Oh, my case is it? And I only got four.
They're all your cases. True but you don't have to work come Tuesday mornings.
Didn't know my cases were such a burden upon you. You always seem quite eager to assist.
You know what let's just take a breath. This could turn into a nasty fight very quickly.
Breathing is boring.
The Question12:13The Question11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
You still haven't given me an answer.
An answer to what?
Don't play the fool.
I'm not playing anything.
So you are a fool?
It's a fair question.
It is not, you tosser.
You can answer "No". I won't be offended.
Answer "No" to what?
Really John, we went over this yesterday afternoon.
I was at work yesterday afternoon!
Not my fault you weren't listening.
I don't have super
On JohnlockOn JohnlockOn Johnlock11 months ago in Editorial More Like This
Fiction, particularly fan fiction, is a common topic of discussion amongst my friends. In particular - because, honestly, we're all sex crazed - the topic of pairings comes up with startling regularity. And while I know that my friends teasing is harmless and meant in jest (and in the cases of the boys, meant to hide their discomfort), I always find myself just a bit defensive about the whole thing.
You see, I write slash. (Or yaoi, or male-male, or whatever you want to call it.) I write stories about guys being with other guys. Mostly those stories are just that stories. Genuine narratives, often, because this is me, one
When He WakesJohn stirs. Slowly his senses awaken and return as consciousness washes over him.When He Wakes1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The first thing he becomes aware of is the sound of muted voices and music coming from near by. His foggy mind slowly processes them; noting that he doesn't recognize them.
Then comes scent; the aroma of stale Chinese take-away. And another aroma delightfully sharp and crisp that he can't place but he knows is very familiar. He's rather fond of that scent; if he could just recall what it is. Then he becomes aware of the fact that his bed is longer and narrower than he recalls.
Wait - bed? He's not in bed.
Couch. In front of the TV. That makes sense.
A Songfic Request - JohnlockBarbie GirlA Songfic Request - Johnlock1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"I'm a barbie girl. In a barbie world!"
"Life in plastic, it's fantastic!"
"You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere!"
"Imagination, life is your creation!"
"Come on Barbie, let's go party!"
"John please stop that nonsense."
"But Sherly, it's the best song EVER!!!"
"John, you're drunk."
"No I'm not, even ask the pink elephant over there."
"You're drunk. Look you just threw up. Are you alright?"
"There's too much blood in my alcohol system."
"I can see that John. Come on let's get you to bed."
"Mine all yours baby."
"Our bed John."
"Oh yeah. Oh, hey Sherlock."
"What is it John
(I was not) Asking you out09:02 We need to talk. -SH(I was not) Asking you out9 months ago in Sketches More Like This
09:02 Then come down, breakfast is ready. -JH
09:02 Rather text. -SH
09:03 Sulking again? Why don't you come down? -JW
09:04 I'm not leaving my bedroom today and I'm not sulking. -SH
09:05 Then why don't you come down? - JW
09:06 I've run out of clean underthings. Why didn't you go to the laundry yeasterday? - SH
09:06 Never mind I asked. -JW
09:08 Why should I mind? -SH
09:10 Drop it. What was that you wanted to talk about? -JW
09:11 That night at Angelo's. -SH
09:11 Which one? -JW
09:12 You're rather bad at pretending, then don't. -SH
09:14 Oh, THAT one. -JW
09:14 Precisely. -SH
09:15 Thought we wo
Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)Freaky and his little Johnny - Prologue (ITA)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Anche quella sera pioveva.
Grosse nuvole si erano addensate due giorni prima, verso mezzogiorno, e da allora lo scroscio d’acqua non aveva smesso di battere sulle case.
Le strade erano tristi e vuote, nessuno aveva voglia di uscire con quel tempaccio, erano tutti rinchiusi in casa o in un pub, per rallegrarsi e scaldarsi in compagnia.
Bé, non proprio tutti.
Nelle cantine di una delle case più antiche della città un’ombra si muoveva lentamente, sola e infreddolita, facendo tintinnare lievemente le catene che la tenevano legata.
Dopo molti giri a vuoto della cantina, l’ombra finalmente si sedette in u
Blood Fury - Part 1Blood Fury - Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I have grown a certain hatred for night time television. It was dull, boring, predictable. I had no idea what I was watching. Some new cooking show. It was elimination night. I had already figured out who was going too eliminated. Simple.
I was curled up on the sofa chair. I rested my head on my knees. John was behind me at the desk, typing his blog. I had distaste for his blog, but it had given me some new clients, which meant more interesting cases. I turned my head to the left ever so slightly, just enough to see him in my peripheral vision. I saw him smile. His dimples appeared. I couldn't see what he was so amused about.
Doctor's Orders12:04Doctor's Orders1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where are you?
At home. Resting.
Yes. Watching crappy telly on the couch. Just like the Dr ordered.
That's very interesting.
Yes. Because I'm home too.
Why are you there?!
A better question is why aren't you?
I got bored lying around.
You have the flu. You're supposed to lie around.
But I was bored.
I don't care. Where are you?
I could always send Mycroft to find you.
You wouldn't dare.
At St Bart's.
I never thought......I never thoughtI never thought......3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Never thought I'd fall in love
Now I stand corrected
I can't help but smile at the sight of John sleeping next to me. He looks so peaceful, so innocent. You wouldn't believe he'd been in a war. But it doesn't matter how happy he is now, there are still scars. And there always will be. John slowly opens his eyes and smiles. "Did you sleep well?" I whisper and he replies with a kiss. I don't want to get up; I want to stay in this bubble forever. But I know it can't last. It's Tuesday and there's been a triple murder that needs to be solved. But murders happen all the time and I really can't be bothered to resolve
The kiss of nights comfortThe kiss of nights comfort1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Another man down.
Another friend down.
"Noo. . ." John murmurs in his sleep, his head moving to the other side of his pillow.
Another gunshot, followed by a loud boom as dirt flies into the air and comrades fall.
"Noo. . . noo. . ." He says more urgently, like a quiet, desperate cry.
The image changes.
It's Sherlock, on the roof of the hospital again.
The scene replayed in his head.
Sherlock sending his 'note' and jumping.
"SHERLOCK!" John bolts upwards, wide awake and breathing hard. He looked around, making sure that he was still there in his bedroom of 221b Baker Street. His and Sherlock's flat.
"That was two years ag
Incantations and Deductions SHObviously it took years for them to ever get around to speaking to each other. Sherlock reasoned that it was natural: as well as being in different, some might even say rival, houses, there was also the social class divide and the fact that Sherlock always gave off the general air of someone who never wanted to talk to anyone, in his life, ever. As a general rule Sherlock felt that unless someone was directly benefitting him by being alive in his presence he would do his best to tolerate them, but if not they could bloody well bugger off and do their dull living /breathing /sleeping /eating /talking /having fun business somewhere eIncantations and Deductions SH2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cheating"I'm so bored!" Sherlock sighed and slumped into his armchair.Cheating1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
John has been gone for three days now and Sherlock hasn't even got a text from him. Should he text him? Would calling him be out of the question? Was he over thinking this?
Sherlock pulled out his cell phone and dialed John's number, placing it to his ear. It rang three times, and then John's voice picked up.
"Sherlock? Hi!" He was giggling.
"Oh, John! You're soooooo strong!" Some woman's voice purred faintly.
"Oh stop!" John giggled again, away from the phone.
"John?" Sherlock asked, his heart racing from anger and hurt.
John laughed a little. "Emmmm Sherlock I
The Small GameJohn was beaming. "Donovan said you're a freak."The Small Game7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Damn!" Sherlock looked very put out. "I was being particularly civil to her."
"Exactly," said John. "Acting out of character. Completely unnerved her." Sherlock glared at him.
"Been quite a morning," John continued. "One witness asked where your hat was, another was a fan of my blog and that new DC assumed we were a couple."
Sherlock scoffed. "Don't look so smug. Before we left, I guessed your new password and Mrs Hudson reminded me she wasn't our housekeeper. When we got here, the officer standing guard said I looked taller in photographs and three deductions in, you automatically called
ReunionJohn sat at his laptop, staring at the empty space on his blog. It had been a while since he had sat down to type something intelligent and interesting, but today he felt he should write something. Anything. Today was the anniversary of Sherlock's - his old roomate and best-friend's death. John deemed today to be an appropriate day to pay homage in some small way. He began to type.Reunion10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Three years. Three years today. There is so much to say, but cannot be expressed in words. I used to wonder why he did what he did. I still don't know why. All I hope is he is somewhere better. I believe in Sherlock Holmes. I still continue to do so. He was my bes
Oneword: PatternOneword: Pattern1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John winced on behalf of Sherlock as they approached the crime scene; the smell of rot was ripe throughout the lobby, the voices of several panicked guests echoed around the giant aquarium centerpiece where the body had been dumped, and the walls and carpet were covered in clashing textures which would make even a mute sick. John reached out to steady Sherlock's mind, though the well-controlled Sentinal hardly needed it. He was already focusing in on the relevant details and assessing the situation. John was swept up in his excitement for something new and interesting, but what exactly it was, John would have to wait and see.
The guests were
Sherlock Fiction: What if Richard Brook was Real?Sherlock Fiction: What if Richard Brook was Real?1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: What if Richard Brook was Real?
Characters: John Watson, Kiyoshi Hebizumi (OC), Agnes the kitten (my cat, obviously)
Rating: PG to PG-13
Word count: 4,966
Summary: 8-9 months after Sherlock died and I begin to think about the man who called himself Moriarty. Not a happy thing to think about.
Timeline: Takes place in an alternate universe (AU) where I live in the apartment downstairs 221C but I still hang out with John. Post-Reichenbach Fall (Sherlock's death), so spoilers.
Warnings: Angst. Hurt/Comfort. British swearing/implied swearing.
Baker Street was calm and quiet. There were no reporters lingering on the stoop, no phot
CondomsJohn bent down to examine a box of tea when he felt a hand on his shoulder. A long, dramatic sigh sounded above him.Condoms10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Get bored of people watching out front, Sherlock?" John asked, giving Sherlock a glance up for a second before turning back to the tea.
"Yep. Everyone is so booooring!" Sherlock said dramatically, throwing his head back.
"I'm sorry we're all so boring to you," John mused, shooting him an angry glance.
John stood and sighed, rubbing his knee. He threw the tea in his basket and started down the aisle, listening to Sherlock follow him.
"Oh, don't be like that, John. You know you're not quiet as boring as everyone else," Sher
Blood Fury - Part 2Blood Fury - Part 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had no idea what time it was when I awoke. I was grateful it was my day off from work, but I knew Sherlock would be forcing me to do something. I opened my eyes and stared up at the wall. How strange Sherlock had acted the previous night. Then again, he was strange all round. I sat upright on the edge of my bed and yawned and stretched. I looked up at the clock. 9 am. Not too bad.
Sherlock was lying on the sofa when I wandered into the lounge room. Well, not exactly lying. He was upside down with his feet resting on the wall. His eyes were closed and his arms were crossed.
"Morning," I said.
"Morning John," Sherlock replied.
Dates and Debates2:30Dates and Debates1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
You and Molly
What are you talking about?
Didn't you take her out for coffee yesterday evening?
I don't even want know how you know that.
Simple - she told me.
Oh. I thought you might've deduced it from her perfume or something
What relevance does her perfume have?
I don't know, you're the genius.
I am indeed. But you brought it up.
It was a joke! Sarcasm
Ah - Not very amusing.
Why are you interested in who I take to coffee anyway?
So why b
When He SleepsSherlock detests sleep. Avoids it whenever possible. It's dull, pedestrian, unproductive and a waste of time. He only sleeps when it becomes absolutely necessary. When his body and mind are on the edge of collapse from over-exertion. Sleep was never a voluntary activity for him.When He Sleeps1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
At least that's how it used to be. Now he sleeps quite regularly. Even on cases.
But only in the back of a cab. This is because of a certain jumper-wearing doctor that shares the cabs with him. Because in the cabs he can pillow against the above-mentioned doctor and sleep quiet contently.
It started out by accident of course; this "pillowing arrangement." They'd b