Johnlock: It's Three A.MIt's three A.M,
And I don't know,
Where you are.
I stare at the ceiling,
So blank, so endless,
And I cry.
It seeps into my mind,
Like a vice.
I want to take a hold of it,
And never let it go.
I dream that you are still here,
Speaking to me in that rough voice,
That I have come to love,
It's three A.M,
And I don't know what to do.
The bottle in my hand,
It keeps returning to my lips,
I go get a new bottle.
The silence is breaking me,
The ticking of the clock,
I choke on my own fear,
My pain, knowing you are here,
But still so far away.
Alive, you are, Sherlock?
But I don't know why.
I want you to come home.
I don't know where you are.
I want you
Johnlock Renaissance Fair“Sherlock, are you ready to go yet?” John asked, leaning against the door frame. When his mad flatmate had suggested the idea, John had been confused and wary. Why would Sherlock want to go to a renaissance fair? The sound of heavy boots approaching pulled John from his thoughts as Sherlock approached. Black leather pants tucked into worn fold over boots. His blue scarf hung from his hips where John could see a sword, pistol, compass, and small pouch that John would bet held Sherlock’s gloves and spyglass. Sherlock’s shirt was loose and purple and hung open halfway down his chest. He had two rings on his right hand and three rings in his left ear. His unruly curls also stuck out from under his hat much to John’s amusement. Quicksilver eyes appraised him as well as Sherlock came to a stop in front of John, quicksilver eyes lined in black.Johnlock Renaissance Fair2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“What do you think?” Sherlock asked a small smirk tugging at his lips. Like he didn’t already know. Jo
Welcome Home, DearWelcome Home, Dear1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Sherlock: "Welcome home, Dear. Looks like you had a rough day, poor thing. Come in, the kettle's just boiled. Have some tea with me and tell me all about it. Work was murder for me as well, but then again work is ALWAYS murder for me There's a girl, I made you laugh didn't I? Don't I get a kiss for that? Oh yes, much better. Oooh and a cigarette? You spoil me, Darling. Let me rub that back of yours. No, that's John's chair, Dear, better sit on my lap. I love you. Don't think or worry about anything, just let it all disappear with my soothing touch. You melt every time I touch you, I quite like that. Lay your head right here on my shoulder, yes just like that, as I run my fingers through that pretty hair of yours. Whenever you don't feel like anyone special, remember I've fallen for you....... that makes you special. Of course it's okay to fall asleep on my shoulder, you're quite welcome. One more kiss before you fall asleep? Mmmm I could certainly get used to that. I'll smoke this l
A Whole New Level of FreakSherlock’s phone beeped with a text from Lestrade, “Don’t go in without back up!”A Whole New Level of Freak1 year ago in Drama More Like This
The consulting detective shoved the phone back into his pocket and crept towards an old moon lit mill. There was a rumor that Jacquelyn Hart, an infamous murder who’s signature was to keep the limbs of her victims, was living in the abandoned building with her guard dog. The dog itself was a rumor, but where ever she went locals claimed to hear monstrous howls.
Sherlock smirked to himself when he reached the door, Lestrade seemed to think he needed a baby sitter. Absently wondering about the best way to get his stash back from the DI he picked the rusty lock. As the door swung open Sherlock pulled a flashlight from his pocket and stepped over the threshold.
It was clear that a woman had been in the first room hours before, and Sherlock continued further into the mill. The area containing machinery was surrounded by a perimeter of floor to ceiling silver bars, an expensive mat
Johnlock - Reunion NightSherlock Holmes. Is alive.Johnlock - Reunion Night1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Sherlock Holmes is alive.
Sherlock is alive.
John Watson retires to his old bedroom in 221B Baker Street. He sinks onto his mattress, looking around at the ugly wallpaper. Normally John feels quite comfortable here but tonight his mind is reeling with the shock of his very best friend being alive. His hands rest in his lap, his eyes drop to his feet in their black stockings. His mind circles one sentence, one thought: Sherlock is alive.
Sherlock Holmes stands outside the door of his very best friend. His bare feet are chilled even with the threadbare rug between his skin and the floor. Sherlock finds himself hesitating, rising on his tiptoes, hand hovering above the knob. This new hesitation is something that irritates Sherlock; he never used to have a problem with barging into John's room.
This is rubbish, He scolds himself. Then his hand is turning the doorknob. Sherlock's legs move him into the dark room of their own acc
A Dream of 221 B.A Dream of 221 B.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My eyes open, seemingly from having just blinked, already adjusted to the quiet darkness of the wondrously familiar room. I'm lying on the couch in that glorious flat I know and love, my back resting comfortably against the cushions, arms wrapped tightly around the one and only Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who's facing me, back towards the rest of the room. I don't remember how we got there, and I don't even question it, because NOTHING in my life has ever felt so right and natural as this very moment. Sherlock's wearing his grey pajama shirt, blue striped pajama bottoms, and of course his dark blue silk dressing gown. I feel his arms pull me tighter to him, hands flat on my back, and I'm nuzzling the crook of his neck, feeling his heart's steady beat against mine, and quiet breath atop my head. Sherlock glances down at my legs, and frowns, wrinkling his nose, looking quickly to me and then back down, in a double take. He looks back up at me suspiciously, and whispers.
"Are those MY boxers tha
The Infatuated Fall: Chapter 1 (Johnlock)It hadn't taken very long for John to make his decision. The flash drive had burned in his pocket and even hotter in his hand as he had prepared to view its contents. Everything inside him was torn and when he had finally viewed what the flash drive contained, he was justified in his decision. He couldn't stay at their house, where he thought they had built a home. It was a lie; everything about his relationship and his marriage was false. So, he had to return to the only place where he felt remotely safe and normal; the only other place where he had felt a warm sense of home: 221B Baker Street. John did not give his former flatmate much notice, but was almost certain that Sherlock understood the reasoning behind his move.The Infatuated Fall: Chapter 1 (Johnlock)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
About a week passed and John’s belongings were finally settled back into the place he had called home a little more than two years ago, before everything that had happened. It felt a bit nostalgic, to be honest, and that helped him cope a little. John didn't fi
RedJohn hadn’t seen Sherlock for three days, the boy was not in his room and he didn’t show up to classes; John was starting to get worried. He started staying out late, checking clubs and various other haunts for his friend. When he came back that night his dorm room was open. Sherlock’s scarf was on his bed. Sherlock appeared back in class the next day with a note for the flu, he also avoided John for the rest of the day disappearing into the crowd the second class got out. John tried again and again finally trapping the young genius when he snuck out of study hall for a cigarette.Red1 year ago in Drama More Like This
"Sherlock, where have you been I've been worried sick about you." The dark haired boy took a drag of his cig and shrugged,
"Out." John sighed.
"Out where?" Sherlock shrugged again blowing out a lungful of smoke. When Sherlock lifted his arm to take another drag John noticed the red marks on Sherlock's wrist.
"My god, Sherlock! What happened to you?" He reached for the sleeve of Sherlock's ja
Mistletoe and Wine (Johnlock)Twasn't the night before Christmas,Mistletoe and Wine (Johnlock)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
And snow didn't fall,
The only thing stirring
Was a man both handsome and tall...
Sherlock didn't see the point in Christmas-themed food, or in fact the concept of eating at all. The fact that John partook in such an activity, or even relished in the joy of such an occasion, confused Sherlock, but it had come to Sherlock's attention how the 'ordinary' human being would like to eat nice foods.
It had also come to Sherlock's attention how he had neither skill or interest when it came to preparing food. However, if it was for John...
He flicked through one of Mrs Hudson's recipe books he'd 'borrowed' from her, sighing distastefully at the selection of foods that flicked through his vision. It almost made him nauseous to see all the different types of food, and he tried to ignore focusing on the images and just on the titles of the dishes as he flicked through the book. However much he tried to focus, though, each Christmas dish looked as sickly as
The Chocolate Cake Incident (Sherlock Fanfic)Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes sat on the chairs of 221B Baker Street. Mycroft had decided to visit his little brother for a chat, however things weren't going as expected.The Chocolate Cake Incident (Sherlock Fanfic)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“How’s the diet, Mycroft?” Sherlock mused
“I don’t think so.”
“You have chocolate cake stains around your mouth and suit.” John tried to sustain a smile but failed. Mycroft’s jaw clenched “You’ve gone against your diet.”
“Oh Hush brother.” John looked between the two brothers in confusion
“What is happening here?” I mused
“Oh Nothing.” Sherlock stood up and walked to the kitchen, he emerged a few seconds later holding a huge chocolate cake. Mycroft eyed his brother suspiciously as he cut a slice of cake and handed it to Mycroft.
“No thank you”
“Are you sure?” Sherlock seemed to tease his elder brother and torment him.
“I am o
Sherlock-CaringSherlock held the phone in his hand. Standing on the edge of the rooftop. Cool wind blew his coat around him.Sherlock-Caring1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
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.
Family ties - Sherlock fanficChapter 1Family ties - Sherlock fanfic2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“Don’t be absurd, John!” Sherlock sulked at the backseat of the cab as they were driving towards the hospital.
“You’re the one being absurd, Sherlock, it’s your own brother!”
“Exactly! Can you really handle two of the Holmes brothers under the same roof?”
John smirked as he thought over this, indeed this was going to be very interesting and nerve-racking. Probably more nerve-racking than interesting actually. He shook these thoughts away as he replied:” He’s family and he had a heart attack. You can’t just leave him. Besides - It won’t be long.”
“He has plenty of people to take care of him! Why must it be us?” Sherlock wondered aloud.
“Because – Sherlock – family.” John sighed. True, he wasn’t all that happy about the prospect either, he knew how the two brothers got along and he wasn’t all that sure if it would in fact be good for Mycroft&
Slow Me Down“This way John!” The dark haired detective yells as he grabs his best friends sleeve, yanking him in the right direction. They run down the alley after their quarry, John has his gun thankfully. Sherlock’s map of London is illuminated in front of his eyes, paths the thief is likely to take highlighted. Next to it Sherlock’s file of deductions about the man scrolls over and over again. The man takes a wrong turn and Sherlock could have whooped with delight, finally this chase was almost over, John’s breathing was becoming labored. Their target takes another turn and runs right into the arms of Scotland Yard. There are cars everywhere, lights and sounds drawing every persons attention to the scene they are creating. John is leaning against the wall beside him coughing. The busy street overwhelms Sherlock’s senses, too many deductions, too much sensation. Sherlock turns back down the alley and jogs away, he leans against the wall hands over his ears asSlow Me Down1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock BBC Don'tJohn sat on the edge of the rooftop, the same rooftop. He buried his head in his hands, heart beating through his chest. His palms were sweaty. He didn't know if he could do it. He couldn't take it anymore. He was still at 221B, and he couldn't stand the emptiness, He could still hear him, running around the rooms. Doing experiments in the kitchen, But when he went to look, there was nothing. The table would be clean of any clutter, and there would be a thin layer of dust on all the counter tops. Because he was gone. Sherlock was gone, his best friend. After everything that happened. He jumped. All because everyone thought he was a fake, Donovan, Anderson, even Lestrade. It made him think he was a fraud himself. but he wasn't! He wasn't! John slammed him fist on the rough concrete, and tears came out. He stood up, slowly and shakily, almost losing his balance a few times. He took a deep, deep breath and prepared to step forward. He heard a phone behind him. "What?" He said aloud,Sherlock BBC Don't1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Getting Down"Sherlock, are you planning on getting down from there?"Getting Down1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
"In a moment, John."
"You can't, can you?"
"Don't be an idiot."
"All right then, do it."
"Shut up, I'm thinking."
"How did you get up there in the first place?"
“Don’t tell me you can’t remember!”
“I wasn’t going to say that!”
“Stay right where you are.”
"Sherlock, what the hell are you doing?!"
No more Treadmill (Johnlock)When exercising, you can do any activities and make yourself get fit and sweat. Any are to choose but when it came to John exercising, he decided to buy a treadmill. At first when he did buy one, sherlock was totally against the idea as he thought John may be a little chubby but not over chubby that slows him down.No more Treadmill (Johnlock)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
But through the protests John still bought one and did use it. Each day he used it, running, jogging even walking when he was to tired but each day he seemed fitter and happier but the only thing was he still felt over weight as when he went on diets and did the running. His weight seemed to be the same. 10 stone 2.
Months passed when finally he did lose weight as when he started he was 10 stone 2 and ended up being 8 stone 3. Immeditly he felt pleased as he finally felt like there was improvement. When sherlock heard he was pleased as he knew he'd be trying frequently. Both of them knew weight loss was hard but it was easy after you start, they both knew the risks but none
From the Beginning (teenlock fanfic) Part 1For the third time in the last two years, I had to go to a new school, I never understood why, and when I asked mum she had just snapped at me,From the Beginning (teenlock fanfic) Part 11 year ago in Romance More Like This
“Sherlock Holmes, you called your principal an idiot in front of the whole school!”
“I don’t understand why that’s such a big deal! He has absolutely no understanding of the British court system!”
“Well I don’t care what he does or doesn’t understand, you don’t insult your superiors!”
“How can he be my superior if I’m smarter than him?”
“He was your principal! Oh it doesn’t matter now, what’s done is done your changing schools and that’s final. And maybe if you could keep your mouth shut for fifteen minutes we wouldn’t have to go through this again!”
I sighed staring out of the bus window. Maybe if Mycroft where here things would be different, mum always listened to him, but he was off at boarding school,and he would ha
The Phantom of the Johnlock Ch. 1Paris, 1919The Phantom of the Johnlock Ch. 11 year ago in Drama More Like This
“Lot 663 then, ladies and gentlemen. A poster for this house’s production of ‘Hannibal’ by Chalumeau.” The Woman read off and the large piece was displayed. Sherlock stood off to the side, leaning against the wall, not really caring about props and production pieces. But if he could find anything of His, that would satisfy him. “Do I have ten francs?” The older man tuned out the bidding but inclined his head when he saw the opera house’s previous owner was in attendance. Another piece was auctioned off while Sherlock studied the Woman herself, she had been lovely many years ago but time had left it’s mark on her. Her wit was as sharp as ever though and she winked at Sherlock when she saw him looking.
“Lot 665 ladies and gentleman...” Irene continued to speak but Sherlock’s gaze had zeroed in on the music box in the presenters hands. “May I commence at fifteen francs?” Mike Stamford a man S
Fear of snakes. (Johnlock)Fear of snakes. (Johnlock)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
When it came to being scared of something, people can take it hard and can easily have breakdowns or can scream. But some can take it like a man/woman, not caring but being absolutely terrified, shaking or crying silently.
This is what it was like for John, lately he hadn't been at work, only work for sherlock, cases. It was fine but he did get tired, each day, was like a marathon but a marathon for enjoyment being with his lover, and best friend.
So when it came to fear, he hadst really cared, as he'd faced so much with him but when it came to a certain animal, he was absolutely terrified, absolutely shitting himself.
It only happened once but he wouldn't forget, as it happened.
When it happened, everything was normal, as it was a simple day.
So when the day started, both partners had found themselves on a case, searching for a missing file in the basement of Gregg's house. It was boring but they manage as each twenty minutes, Sherlock would smoke, so it was okay.
Gutiar (Johnlock)Gutiar (Johnlock)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
"Sherlock put that back, Now"
Sherlock smirked as he sat down with a guitar in his hands. The guitar had been found in John's old room, sat in the corner, like a loner. John sighed as he smiled and asked nicely "Sherlock love, could you put that back?."
Sherlock grin expanded into a full grin as he said "No"
John groaned as he sat down in his chair and picked a book for reading. He knew there be questions but he couldn't be bothered, right now. He only got to the first two pages before Sherlock began to twig it.Immediately he placed the book down and said sternly "Don't, its mine, put it back or give."
Sherlock pretended to look guilty as he passed him it and asked cutely "Can I hear you play?"
John sighed as he said "No,"
Sherlock felt disappointed as he stood up and looked puppily, he wanted to win, he wanted to be strong, he wanted some fun. Slowly John noticed, he knew what he was doing, he'd done it before over cigarettes. Immediately he looked away and said a stern "No" whilst le
The Calm Before the StormSherlock sighed as a creak from the staircase leading up to 221b betrayed Mycroft’s arrival. Seconds later the elder Holmes brother strolled into the flat not trying to hide his disdain. Sherlock walked from his broken windows and grabbed his violin on the way to his chair. His brother clearly wanted him to take a case he was to lazy to take care of himself, and once he got unbearable Sherlock planed to drive him out with some Bach.The Calm Before the Storm1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Mycroft sat in the chair opposite him and Sherlock felt a twinge of annoyance. That was John’s chair.
“It seems like living with John Watson is doing you good.” Mycroft said looking his brother up and down.
Sherlock narrowed his eyes and waited for his brother to speak again, to reveal his attack of the day.
“You know that your safety is my highest priority.”
Sherlock rolled his eyes, “Can we skip your frankly alarming show affection and get to the part where you offer me a job, I decline, and you leave?”
A Genius, A Doctor, and a Little Girl: S2-Part 1 2 years laterA Genius, A Doctor, and a Little Girl: S2-Part 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It’s early November, and a chill has set in, the sky above London grey with dense clouds.
Being pulled along by his hand is a man with sandy blonde hair and a mustache that matched, dark blue eyes concentrated on the little girl ahead of him.
Her hair is a cluster of thick raven black curls, wearing a blue striped shirt, a pair of jean overalls and a long navy scarf flies out behind her like a banner. Fixed to her back is a black pack with PIRATE in white font and dozens of small plastic sk
We need sleep (Johnlock)We need sleep (Johnlock)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
The morning had started off hard for both Sherlock and John.
The night before both didst come home till 6am. It was difficult, Sherlock had another case to go to, as John had work to go to.
Both were silent as they got dressed and left without saying a word.
They both didn't mind, they knew that the quicker the day, goes, the quicker they get to sleep. The quicker they get to reunite.
It was early afternoon, when Sherlock had finished his case. He felt happy to be able to go home and sleep. He knew John was still suffering but he couldn't care as he was. Slowly he entered there room and immediately collapsed on the bed, he didn't even take his shoes off, only his coat and scarf. He didn't waste time, he immediately fell asleep, it was such a relief, to sleep. He couldn't care, all his worries and troubles disappeared as he slept.
John in the meantime was still at work. He wasn't to finish till 6. He knew he got his days wrong, he assumed at 3, that he was able
Sherlock: Halloween Gone Wrong (Halloween Special)Sherlock Holmes was visibly annoyed. Very annoyed. Lestrade had called him at 10 o’clock at night to investigate a strange house. Sherlock was in the middle of celebrating Halloween with John and Mrs Hudson; then dressing up as The Creature from Frankenstein and then scare all of the children who came knocking on his door. Instead, he and John had to be dragged to an abandoned building on the outskirts of London. And for further aggravation, Lestrade hadn’t been bothered to meet them there. In fact, none of the department had.Sherlock: Halloween Gone Wrong (Halloween Special)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The pair paid the cabbie and then left the car. John’s eyes set on the house and he breathed out, his breath left as smoke out of his mouth and then disappeared into the night air. He turned to Sherlock
“Is this it?”
“It would seem so” Sherlock replied, looking onto a piece of paper with a roughly scrawled address. They walked to the huge oak doors
“Uh… Should we knock?”
“Please, John. Do