Puppy (Greg LestradeXReader)Puppy (Greg LestradeXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
You had just finished preparing dinner for yourself and Greg when you heard the front door to the flat open. As you were about to go greet Greg you heard a small bark.
“Greg did you just bark?” You asked.
“No” Greg replied hanging up his coat.
“Why did I hear a bark?” You questioned going out to him only to see him holding a Labrador pup.
“Greg sweetie remember the rabbits? I don’t think the landlord can stand anymore pets” You face-palmed.
“Ok the bunnies were a bad idea……So were the turtles…..And the glow in the dark bunny……And the guinea pigs….But it’s just one pup and I mainly got him for you since you said you wanted a dog so…..” Greg replied.
“Aww you’re so sweet……..Just if you bring home a rabbit again I will leave you” You awed.
“I learned my lesson no more bunnies” Greg nodded passing you the excited puppy.
Treat (MycroftXReader)You returned home early from work one day to the flat you share with your boyfriend Mycroft. When you opened the door you were met with dimmed lights. You closed the door behind you and set your bag down on the counter before going into the living room. You were about to go into the kitchen when you felt Mycroft wrap his arms around your waist.Treat (MycroftXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
“I was wondering when you’d get home” Mycroft murmured kissing your neck.
“What did you do?” You asked tilting your head to the side exposing more of your neck to him.
“I got bored so I made dinner” Mycroft replied. You went into the dining room and saw he had cooked lamb stew, lit a candle and had red wine set up.
“You seriously did all this?” You turned to face the British Government who nodded.
“How did you learn to cook?” You asked curiously as you and Mycroft sat down opposite each other.
“I learned a few things over the years” Mycroft replied.
Chocolate (MycroftXReader)Mycroft came home early from work only to find you, Mary and Molly sitting on the couch crying why eating ice-cream.Chocolate (MycroftXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
“Ehh (Y/n)? What’s wrong?” Mycroft asked concern lacing his voice.
“FUCK OFF MYCROFT!” You, Molly and Mary barked at him. Mycroft jumped slightly from surprise and slowly backed out of the room before running to the safety of his study. 10 minutes later your brother and assassin Sebastian came over to visit you.
“Hey (Y/n)….” Sebastian started before a knife embedded itself in the door inches away from his face.
“Leave or die” You growled death glaring him. Sebastian saw the three of your glares focused on him so he quickly fled the house not wanting to get caught up in whatever was going on. Mycroft tried to enter the living room an hour later only to get a stick thrown at him. Eventually he resorted to calling Sherlock.
“Hello?” Sherlock answered the phone as John made tea.
Sherlock Chatroom 10 (Slight MycroftXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 10 (Slight MycroftXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has started a chatroom.
Greg has logged on.
Molly has logged on.
‘OMG GREG! MOLLY! IT’S BEEN FOREVER! – YN’
‘You saw me yesterday – Greg’
‘Yeah – Molly’
‘I still missed you – YN’
‘Ok then – Greg’
Jim has logged on.
‘HEY (Y/N) – Jim’
‘Hi Jim – YN’
‘Why are you using all caps? – Molly’
‘MY CAP’S LOCK BUTTON IS BROKEN :C – Jim’
‘Lol – Greg’
‘SHUT UP LESTRADE – Jim’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly – Molly’
‘Don’t – Sherlock’
‘LOL – Jim’
‘Hahahaha – YN’
‘ARE YOU LAUGHING AT HIM OR ME? – Jim’
‘You – YN’
‘:C – Jim’
‘Stop with the face – Greg’
Sherlock Chatroom 12 (SebastianXReader)Sherlock Chatroom 12 (SebastianXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
(Y/n) has logged on.
Mary has logged on.
Molly has logged on.
‘Yay girls only chatroom! – Mary’
Sebastian has logged on.
‘And I spoke to soon :C – Mary’
‘What’d I do? – Sebastian’
‘Nothin Tiger – YN’
‘^_^ - Sebastian’
‘Tiger? – Molly’
‘Yes? – Sebastian’
‘Why Tiger? – Mary’
‘Cause…… - YN’
‘You don’t know do you? – Molly’
‘Because I’m an animal ;D – Sebastian’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly Werly – YN’
‘AWW – Mary’
‘I am so using that – Molly’
‘I hate you all – Sherlock’
John has logged on.
‘Hey bro – YN’
‘Hi – John’
‘Hello love – Mary’
‘Aww you two make me sick – YN’
‘Then why’d you aw? – Sebastian’
Bitches and Tea (Sherlock Chatroom)Bitches and Tea (Sherlock Chatroom) in Short Stories More Like This
Lizz has started a chatroom.
Dixon has logged on.
Alex has logged on.
Bee has logged on.
‘Ok which one of you removed the picture of Mycroft I posted? – Dixon’
‘*Innocent whistle* - Alex’
‘TRAITOR! – Dixon’
‘Speaking of bitches where are they? – Lizz’
‘I don’t know – Bee’
‘Tiger’s in the next room watching Fair city so he may have problems I’m not sure yet – Dixon’
‘He has problems for watching Fair City? – Lizz’
‘Yes – Dixon’
‘I agree with Dixon we should get him tested – Alex’
‘Agreed – Bee’
‘Has anyone seen Jim I can’t find him and he won’t answer his phone? – Lizz’
‘Me and Bee locked him in a closet for letting Gargamel drink again – Alex’
‘SMURFS – Dixon’
‘GREG! – Bee’
‘Touchy, touchy – Lizz’
Sherlock chatroom (another not reader insert)Sherlock chatroom (another not reader insert) in Short Stories More Like This
Dixon has started a chatroom.
Sebastian has logged on.
DJ has logged on.
‘Hey Tiger, DJ – Dixon’
‘Hiiiiiiiiii – Sebastian’
‘Hello – DJ’
‘Tiger are you drunk? – Dixon’
‘No why? – Sebastian’
‘No reason – Dixon’
Kat has logged on.
Jim has logged on.
Lizz has logged on.
‘Oh god not you again! – Jim’
‘Helloooooooooooo Jim – Lizz’
‘Stop texting me! How did you even get my number?! – Jim’
‘*Innocent whistle* - Sebastian’
‘*Awkward shuffle* - Dixon’
‘TRAITORS! – Jim’
‘Wtf? – Kat’
‘No idea – DJ’
‘Oh come on Jim! – Lizz’
‘No – Jim’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly Werly – DJ’
‘Please don’t call me that – Sherlock’
‘Aww is Sherly Werly mad? – Kat’
Sherlock chatroom continuationSherlock chatroom continuation in Short Stories More Like This
Dixon has started a chatroom.
Lizz has logged on.
Greg has logged on.
‘Hey guys – Greg’
‘Hey Greg – Lizz’
‘Gregory – Dixon’
‘Who died?! You never call me Gregory! – Greg’
‘What? No one died. Mycroft said he’d give me 100 quid if I use proper grammar – Dixon’
‘Aww I want 100 quid! – Lizz’
‘Talk to Mycroft – Dixon’
Jim has logged on.
‘Hey Jim ^_^ - Lizz’
‘Who…….Changed…….My…….Ringtone?! – Jim’
‘*Innocent whistle here* - Lizz’
Sherlock has logged on.
‘Hey Sherly Werly – Dixon’
‘Does that even count as proper grammar? – Greg’
‘Mycroft said he’d pay me extra – Dixon’
‘I need to find Mycroft! – Lizz’
‘He’s at his house – Dixon’
‘What did I miss? – Sherlock’
Not a freak (Young!SherlockXReader)Not a freak (Young!SherlockXReader) in Short Stories More Like This
You sat outside your university with your best friend Sherlock Holmes. Glancing at him you noticed a faint frown on his face.
“You ok Sherlock?” You asked nudging his arm with yours. Sherlock snapped out of his thinking and looked back at you.
“Sorry?” Sherlock said not having of heard you.
“Are you ok you seem pretty out of it?” You repeated.
“I’m fine” Sherlock replied.
“I know when you’re lying Sherlock” You rolled your eyes.
“It’s nothing” Sherlock insisted.
“Is it because they keep calling you a freak?” You asked gently. Sherlock shrugged and lay back on the ground with you close behind him. You turned your head to look at him and saw him looking back at you.
“You shouldn’t listen to them Sherlock you’re not a freak you’re the smartest guy I know” You said honestly.
“You’re my friend you have to say that it doesn’t necessarily mean y
Drunk (Sherlock fic)Sebastian growled when he was woken up by the sound of yelling and stormed out of his room before pausing at what he saw. Cake and Mycroft were clinging to John, Lizz was on Sherlock’s lap, Jim was crying behind the sofa, Bee was trying to call Greg and Dixon was clinging to Mycroft.Drunk (Sherlock fic) in Short Stories More Like This
“WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE?!” Sebastian yelled making everyone pause and look at him.
“LIZZ DOESN’T LOVE ME!” Jim cried before he jumped on Sebastian clinging to him.
“AHH WHY IS HE NAKED?!” Sebastian shrieked.
“WE DON’T KNOW!” Dixon replied.
“OK WHO HERE IS NOT DRUNK?!” Sherlock yelled.
“Me, John, Cake, Bee, you, Tiger and Dixon I’m not sure of” Lizz listed looking around.
“I AM THE BUNNY OVERLORD BOW DOWN BEFORE ME AND SARAH CONNOR!” Everyone heard Greg scream from outside. Bee looked out the window and saw a naked Greg run by holding his 3 bunnies and turtle.
“Should someone get him?
BBC SH - Medic DayJohn Watson sat back in his armchair, feeling a strange giddy sensation of excited pride.BBC SH - Medic Day in General Fiction More Like This
This was a momentous day.
The first time ever that his parents had visited him at 221B.
Mr. And Mrs Watson were sat on the sofa, looking around with approving curiosity as they sipped at the cups of tea their son had just handed to them.
"Is he ever going to move?" Mrs Watson asked, inquisitively nodding towards Sherlock who was sat in his armchair.
"No, probably not for another couple of hours. He's currently shifting through old cases in his head to try and find a link." John admitted, looking at his flatmate who was staring into the middle-distance with a deceptively vacant expression. "Don't take it personally that he hasn't greeted you. When he gets like this he doesn't notice anything."
"Doesn't this get a bit boring for you, when he's like this?" Mr. Watson said, scooping Gladstone off the floor and fussing over the delighted bulldog.
"I used to, but now I just like the quiet." John admitte
BBC Sherlock - StudentsDr. John Watson shook his head in bemusement as he entered the flat.BBC Sherlock - Students in Fan Fiction More Like This
He could smell food, Carbonara if he wasn't mistaken. This could only mean one thing.
One of Sherlock's lesser known but more endearing habits was his tendency, when a case had been solved, to make up for his lack of eating and sleeping during his investigation. Running on the glee and adrenaline high of being proved right, he would go whipping around the kitchen like a whirlwind as he ate half his body-weight in food before crashing on the sofa and sleeping for about twenty hours solid. As the detective found the depression and boredom of inactivity began to sink in soon after, John had learned to savour the time while it lasted as soon after he knew Sherlock would be shooting holes in the walls again.
As John entered their front room, his eyes were automatically drawn to the sofa.
Sherlock was curled up on the sofa in an angular tangle of elbows, knees and lanky legs. He was snoring quietly, one hand resting on Glad
BBC SH - Valentine's ExplanationsTwo men were sat on a train, slumped comfortably into their chairs with the contented knowledge of a job well done.BBC SH - Valentine's Explanations in General Fiction More Like This
The sun was setting and the cool February sky was bathing them with a warm pink glow. The cool blast of air from the open train door as passengers got on and off the stationary train was a mild irritant but only drew more attention to the soft, drowsy aura of warmth surrounding the seated passengers.
The satisfaction of the completed case had made Sherlock unusually relaxed, and he slouched into the soft woollen cocoon of his coat, eyes scanning the other passengers in a lazily observant manner.
"Alright John," He murmured. "The two men over there. Which one of them is the teacher? Go."
John smiled slightly as they continued their 'game'. "Right . . . they're both reading the children's exercise books . . . but the dark-haired one is actually marking them. He's the teacher."
"Excellent. And what subject are the books on?"
"Maths. No other exercise books come wi
BBC Sherlock - CakeJohn stood in the kitchen doorway and stared.BBC Sherlock - Cake in General Fiction More Like This
Sherlock Holmes was baking. The tall, slim figure had his back to John, a bowl cradled in his arm with all the ease of a master patisserie chef.
"You're staring John." Sherlock said, not turning round.
"And you're baking."
"And we have both just established that we have a firm grasp of the obvious." Sherlock said, amused, as he carefully sifted flour into the bowl and proceeded to mix it thoroughly.
"Are Tristan, Isolde and Persephone coming round then?" John asked, remembering the only other time he had seen Sherlock baking, that time for his little nieces and nephews in an attempt to spite Mycroft by violating the sugar embargo he had placed upon his offspring.
"No." Sherlock said, spooning the mixture into two cake tins.
"Can I not do something simply because I enjoy it?"
"Yes but you're not just doing it for giggles, are you?"
Sherlock smiled at John's accurate deduction. "No. Not this time no. But the point still stands. I
BBC SH - Reunion - Mrs HudsonThe door clicked closed with a barely audible noise.BBC SH - Reunion - Mrs Hudson in General Fiction More Like This
Mrs Hudson let her shopping bags drop to the floor, sighing as her tired arms gained relief for the first time since she'd left the shop.
Above her 221B felt shadowy and cold.
It always did.
Oh well, she was old. She had lost many. She knew better than to dwell upon the past.
But it would be dishonest to deny that she still felt the painful little tugs on her heart whenever she thought of her boys.
Her poor lovely boys.
She sighed. She was being maudlin again.
Her joints were aching with the damp of the persistent January rain which numbed her toes and chilled her to her bones so she reluctantly hauled her bags up again and waddled awkwardly through to 221C.
She needed a cup of tea.
She paused as she reached her door.
It was partly ajar.
She bit down a moment of panic, shaking her head miserably. She could have sworn she had closed it.
Must be going senile. Oh dear, oh dear . . . It was all downhill from here. Next thing she'd
BBC SH- Great Wall of PillowsJohn Watson knew for a fact he was a boring sleeper.BBC SH- Great Wall of Pillows in General Fiction More Like This
Despite Sherlock's many quips about his snoring shaking plaster dust off the ceiling, John still was certain that his flatmate was joking and that in fact he was a placid, uneventful snoozer.
Sherlock however slept only sporadically. And when he did he would wriggle and mumble to himself in his sleep, as well as clutching onto anything within the reach of his sleepy arms and cuddling into it contentedly. But, even with John's firm guidance Sherlock could only be coaxed into a semi-regular sleep pattern and even then only when there was no case to be had.
John got the feeling however that this was not to be one of those nights.
They had spent the entire day chasing around Manchester in the course of a case and they had only resolved the matter after a tense chase through the city that had involved Sherlock misjudging a rugby tackle which sent him and the suspect flying into the River Mersey.
It was December. It was freezing. It
BBC Sherlock - A Good ManLestrade lived on his phone. He'd be the first one to admit it.BBC Sherlock - A Good Man in General Fiction More Like This
He was always reluctant to lend his phone to people. Partially because of his phone's practical value. But mostly because of one number in his contact list.
Most of them he was fine with. But this one made him unaccountably nervous.
He knew he was being irrational, his motives for having the number in his phone really were completely pure.
However, his line of work made him automatically distrustful of the kind of man who had the number of a thirteen year old girl in his phone who wasn't family.
Originally, after he had had to scrape Sherlock off the floor and take him to hospital, he had attempted to contact Sherlock's big brother. He knew Sherlock had one and that he was some bigwig in the government.
Imagine his surprise when a slender, dark-haired girl of thirteen with curiously familiar eyes turned up in his office.
Upon opening the door and finding her in there he had frozen in shock.
" . . . Can I help you?"
BBC SH - Reunion - OpheliaThe sterile tunnels of the London Underground were familiar territory for Ophelia. She had trod the paths to Oxford Circus and Liverpool Street and Mornington Crescent so often that frequently she did not even open her eyes. Just let her feet guide her.BBC SH - Reunion - Ophelia in General Fiction More Like This
She knew every crack in every tile, every dot of gum on the floor, the optimum places for the musicians who performed in the winding passageways to stand to achieve the best harmonics.
And today, with the January rain streaming off her purple hair to run in rivulets down her clothes, Ophelia Holmes trod those tunnels for the last time.
In her damp hand- protectively wrapped in a clear, plastic bag- she had a plane ticket to Canada.
The flight was due to leave at 03:45 tomorrow morning.
She'd never really thought about her country much. In her heart she knew that no matter where she ended up she would always be English. The same way that Anya, despite her Ontario accent, would always be the girl from Archangelsk. Despite the million char
BBC SH - A Study In Starlight IIIt was the insistent sort of rain.BBC SH - A Study In Starlight II in General Fiction More Like This
Not heavy per say. Just . . . There. Inside, it was nothing worse than a comforting sort of background noise. Outside, it was a persistent chilling percussion on your body which led to a pervasive sense of discomfort.
John wiped a drip off the screen of his phone, pondering. He was sat at a bus-shelter, trying to summon the courage to ring someone.
Then, before he could talk himself out of it, he pressed dial.
It took a few rings before the person at the other end picked up.
"Hi Mum, it's me."
~Oh, hi John! Give me a moment; I'll put you on speaker.
-Is that John?
"Yeah, hi Dad."
-Are you alright?
John blew out a breath. "Not really."
"Just . . . I . . . Mum, Dad . . . How's Harry doing?" This last was asked with a slight tone of pleading in his voice.
There was a long, awkward silence.
"You still there?"
He heard his Dad sigh.
-She's in hospital again. We were just about to pick up the phone and r
BBC Sherlock - UndercoverSince he had started living with Sherlock Holmes, Dr. John Watson had gotten used to coming home to strange sights.BBC Sherlock - Undercover in Humor More Like This
However, he had to admit to himself as he stood in the doorway, this one took first prize for out-and-out weirdness.
Okay, this one even beats the time I came home to find him systematically nailing himself to the floor by his clothes. And the time I found him re-enacting a black magic ritual to get inside the mind of a murderer. Come to think of it, you can still see the chalk from that pentagram on the floor. I'm surprised Mrs Hudson never said anything about that . . . Oh, and then there was that time with the dead octopus . . .
John was well aware he was doing a lot of mental babbling, but the alternative was that he consciously took in the fact that Sherlock Holmes, the world's only consulting detective, was currently being laced into a corset by his eldest niece and her friends.
Sherlock wheezed out an expletive. "Chr-ist! Gently Squid!"
"Sorry Mr. Ho
Choice - Husband!John x Wife!Holmes!ReaderPiercing cries filled the hair as they walked down the street. Neither of them were entirely sure where it was coming from or who was making the sounds, but their curiosity pricked when it grew louder as they passed the alleyway. (Y/N) released her husbands hand and shuffled into the alleyway to investigate the sound. John followed his wife cautiously.Choice - Husband!John x Wife!Holmes!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
There was no way that he was allowing her to venture into a darkened alley on her own. If he did he knew that her older brother would kill her. Both of them would.
"John, John, come here," She calls to her.
He walks over to her. A small bundle was set in her arms. Small arms reached up and created such a fuss. She cooed over the bundle. John stood beside her to find her holding a small baby in her arms. It was dirty and wrapped in a filthy blanket.
"Who would just abandon a little baby in an alleyway?" She asked, running her finger along the child's face.
It seemed to have calmed down once it was being held by her, it's hazel eyes starin
Target Practice - Moran x ReaderI stared at myself in the mirror.Target Practice - Moran x Reader in Romance More Like This
Should I wear this outfit? It's just a simple date, I shouldn't wear anything too fancy.
Currently, I was wearing a simple jumper with a shirt underneath and a pair of jeans. They fitted me well and suited me perfectly. I shouldn't try so hard. It wasn't like I had a major crush on the guy for years on end when my father introduced him to me or anything.
I suck in a deep breath. I shouldn't be nervous. Nope, I shouldn't be nervous about going on a date with an assassin. There is no reason to be nervous.
I fix my hair and conceal my face in a light layer of make up. The knock at the door causes me to jump. I turn around and spot him already entering the room. Sebastian.
"Ready?" He asks with a smile. The scar on the right side of his face fading with his smile.
I nod. "Yeah."
I walk across the room to him. I slip my hand into his. It's rough but warm, I like it. I love the feeling of his hand in mine. It makes me feel safe, secure.
He drags me out of th
Body Parts - Sherlock x ReaderBody Parts - Sherlock x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
I was awoken by the sound of a violin in the living room. I reached over to the empty space in my bed, although, I am not quite sure why. It's still a little warm. I push myself out of bed and quickly get dressed before making my way through the apartment.
Sherlock stood in his usual spot in front of the window. Perfect posture as he played his violin, watching the street outside. I pad my way through the living room and into the kitchen. I head straight for the fridge, strangely craving French toast. When I open the fridge, however, I am met with a horrible smell as well as a dead-man's face staring right back at me.
I cover my mouth to stop a scream from erupting through the apartment. I take in deep breaths through my nose. I release a small groan before shutting the fridge once again and storming through the living room. Sherlock was now sitting in his usual chair.
"You can't just go around leaving severed body parts around the house!" I scold.
The man frowns, plucking at the strin
One of Those Days - Sherlock x ReaderThe past few hours have been dragging by. This entire day is beginning to drag by. Every thought in my head is bringing me down. No matter what I think about, no matter what I do, it always takes a turn for the worse. I feel exhausted despite getting a good enough amount of sleep the previous night. I feel full despite hardly eating anything. The most I've had is some instant noodles, a couple of biscuits and a cup of tea.One of Those Days - Sherlock x Reader in Romance More Like This
These days are not uncommon. Sherlock knew about them long before we had decided that I should move in. He used to come round to my old apartment because I refused to answer my phone during these days. Texting was fine, I could handle a few texts, but when it came to phone calls or talking face to face: I would prefer to ignore the world and remain in my own bubble. My bubble was safe. I was lonely in it, but it was safe. It was secure even if sometimes all I wanted, and needed, was a hug.
Sherlock was sitting in the kitchen when I dragged myself out of bed. I was st
Essays - Father!Sherlock x Teen!ReaderShe closed her notebook and textbook with a sigh of relief. After writing for almost two hours she had finally finished writing the essays that she needed for her course. The rain was thudding against the large windows of the living room which made her more than thankful that she had no plans for today, unless someone texted or called her - which was rare. Her pen was placed neatly beside her notebook. She opened and closed her hand several times to remove the stiffness that it was currently enduring.Essays - Father!Sherlock x Teen!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
She would never have been able to get these done if she wasn't home alone. Her father, Sherlock, had to deal with a case in another part of the country - which he had dragged her Uncle John with him too. She always enjoyed being home alone, but if it wasn't for Mrs Hudson downstairs she knew that she would become rather lonely especially when they went away from the amount of time that they did. It was also horrible when she was stuck and simply couldn't ask him for help - sometimes when
Existential Crisis - Sherlock x ReaderExistential Crisis - Sherlock x Reader in General Fiction More Like This
The woman lay face down on the couch in her apartment. She whined to herself with a pillow pressed against her face. Her laptop lay open on the floor. A single word document was opened up on the screen. The single line flashed at her, taunting her, as she lay on the couch.
Chapter one had already been done for almost a month now. She had wrote a small paragraph for the beginning of the second chapter but that is as far as she had gotten. Every other idea that she spewed onto the page just sounded horrible. Nothing sounded right. Nothing was perfect for her. And now, after being left alone for the entire day and being trapped with her thoughts, she felt a heavy pressure squeeze her chest tightly.
John and Sherlock had left the apartment for a case but, with a slam of the front door, it was safe to say that they were home again. Or, from the lack of voices, Sherlock was the one returning home. When he was met with the scene at hand he couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at the woman.
Don't Let Go - Sherlock x ReaderThe second that it had been announced that we had to travel by plane to investigate a case my entire stomach flipped. Flying is one of those things that I attempt to avoid at all costs. I have ventured on a boat just to avoid it. It took me two days to reach my destination but at least I wasn't in a can with wings. I even mentioned to Sherlock that I wasn't happy about it, however, he simply stated that 'Now is not the time to worry about such mediocre things' and continued to fold various shirts, trousers and other items into his suitcase. I mumbled a remark before returning to my house to pack my own suitcase.Don't Let Go - Sherlock x Reader in Romance More Like This
Thanks to John being in Dublin for the duration of the case I was the only person available - and the only person willing to tolerate Sherlock on the plane. I had also managed to book our seats before going aboard the flight. I didn't want to left alone on the plane and I also did not want to leave some poor stranger on their own with Sherlock who would most likely state someth
Pengwings - Sherlock x ReaderPengwings - Sherlock x Reader in Romance More Like This
Of all places that she wanted to visit on their day off she had decided to pick a place where animals were trapped in cages everyday and some of them were treated terribly. He wasn't going to deny that he had enjoyed visiting the menagerie when he was younger but now, when he understood the disgusting treatment that some animals went through, he had been put off.
He could see the same thing in her eyes when they passed the panther sanctuary. The poor big cat was alone and only had a small patch of land to walk on due to the over-forestation of its reserve. It wandered back and forth continuously. She practically pressed herself against the glass to see it. She was sad, now. After watching it wander back and forth, alone and depressed, her heart was breaking.
Sherlock, in atypical style, took her hand into his and dragged her away from the glass. "Let's go. You like pengwings, don't you?"
"What was that, darling?" She asks, smiling.
"Pengwings," He mutters. He rolls his eyes as
What's Wrong With Me?- Teen!Sherlock x Teen!ReaderI pulled my jacket closer to my body as I trailed up the steps towards the library. He had to be here, there was no other place I could think of.What's Wrong With Me?- Teen!Sherlock x Teen!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
Well, his mother had informed me that he was here. He hasn't been home in around two days. I bet he's starving. He'll state that he isn't but I can see through the veil of his lies. He can't lie to me. He never can and never will.
I fix the bag on my shoulder before pushing the door open. It creaked. I wish it hadn't. The place was almost silent - with the exception of people breathing, pages turning and the occasional cough.
I walk up to the reception desk. A frail woman sat behind it, her grey hair pulled into a bun and her glasses sat on the bridge of her nose.
I cough. "Excuse me?"
She looks up at me. She smiles faintly. "How can I help you?"
"I'm, um, looking for someone. He's been here since Monday and I'm assuming he hasn't left," I look over my shoulder. A few people are staring at me. "He's got crazy curly hair, he's a little taller
Making Friends - Child!Sherlock x Child!Reader"He's weird."Making Friends - Child!Sherlock x Child!Reader in General Fiction More Like This
"He's a freak that's what he is. My mum says his whole family is a bunch of freaks."
"I like him." The young girl said in the middle of her friends.
Her (h/l) (h/c) was tied into two separate pigtails with (f/c) ties. She wore her uniform neatly with her school tie pushed up to her neck, however, she had the first button of her shirt undone and her cardigan hung open. Her socks pulled up to her knees and her shoes only had a few scuffs on the toes.
"What?" Her friend Jake turned to her, his brown hair irritating his eyes. He furrowed his small brows at her, his brown eyes flashing with confusion. His shoes had been scuffed severely while his shirt hung out from his trousers and his tie hung loosely around his neck.
"How can you like him? He's so mean." Her other friend Tamsin spoke up. Her long brown hair had been pulled back into a high ponytail. Her uniform was roughly the same as hers, expect her cardigan had been buttoned up.
"He doesn't have that many friends-"
The Detective and His Blogger12:00The Detective and His Blogger in Short Stories More Like This
I'm at work Sherlock.
I'm aware of your location.
I mean I'm busy.....
No you're on break.
That's beside the point. I could be busy.
But you're not. And I'm bored.
So do an experiment or something.
So drop by Bart's and ask Molly for something. I'm sure she would love to see you.
Yes. But I'd rather not see her.
That's not nice Sherlock.
No it isn't. But why is that relevant?
Why do I bother?
Bother with what?
Nothing. Never mind.
John have you ever thought about us in a romantic sense?
Where the hell did that come from?!
Ms. Hudson just came up. Made a comment about the two of us being so sweet together when she saw I was texting you at the clinic. Everyone else seems to think of us as more than friends.Just curious.
Oh. Well yeah. I suppose.
And I think it sounds
The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To HoldThey break off a few moments before the cab pulls up to the large brick building.The Wedding Part 2 - To Have and To Hold in Short Stories More Like This
John attempts to flatten his hair back into place from where Sherlock had enthusiastically carded his hands through it, tugging it in all different directions.
Sherlock snorts at his attempts "I don't care what your hair looks like."
"Well I do. I'd like to look respectable in the pictures. The last thing I want is for Harry to say 'Got yourself some action before the wedding, didn't you Johnny?' when I show her the pictures."
Sherlock's mouth twists into a smirk "If you call that action John..." he started, drawling his voice slightly, knowing it speaks to an entirely different piece of John's anatomy than those related to audio reception.
"Don't start." John warns, doing his best to picture something off-putting as he feels himself already heating up beneath Sherlock's mischievous gaze. Recalling his drinking and Mycroft's embarrassing escort home the night before does the trick.
By the time they exit t
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Sherlock are you busy?
No. Aren't you?
No. Light day.
So you can text me while you're working, but I can't text you?
You do text me.
Yes, but it bothers you.
You act like it does.
That's because it should bother me.
I don't follow.
I have question for you.
I know what you meant.
Good. What's your question?
What should we call ourselves now that we're together?
John and Sherlock.
Or perhaps Johnlock. If you're the sort for couple names. Frankly I think they're ridiculous.
I mean with other people. How should I introduce you?
As a genius.
Right. Sorry. As your boyfriend then.
But that's so common. Everyone has a boyfriend.
You know what I mean. It just doesn't fit us. To pedestrian.
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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-human hearing!
Would you just ask me again?
You know I dislike repeating myself.
Well I can't answer if you don't ask.
But I've already asked.
Keep this up and I'll just answer "No" to end the conversation.
That's unfortunate. It makes perfectly logical sense.
What makes logical sense?
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You should have come with us!
You know I don't enjoy noise, crowds and idiotic behavior. Pubs are prolific in all three.
Your no fun.
Don't you mean "You're"?
You're intoxicated aren't you?
Nop. Well maybe a tadd.
Tad only has one D. And I'm assuming you meant 'Nope'? Obviously incorrect.
You've mentioned that before.
Ive just noticed that its true in boht meanings of the wrod. You act like a smart-arse and you've got a smatr lloking arse.
Was that supposed to be a compliment? Because it lost its charm amidst the third spelling error.
Whats smoeothing I've ever done?
Whats somthing I h
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Are you awake?
Sherlock? What's wrong? Where are you?
In my room.
Oh. Is something wrong?
Yes. I'm cold.
Well it is snowing outside
You texted me at 3:30 to tell me you're cold?
3:27. And yes.
Get a blanket!
Won't work. I need another source of heat generation.
Do you expect me buy you a heater?
Don't be ridiculous. I want you to be my heater.
You want me to sleep with you?
No. I want you to come stand in the room so that the heat generated from you body helps to raise the overall temperature.
Are you serious?!
It's called sarcasm John.
Oh. Right. Well it's too early for sarcasm and I'm too tired.
Too tired to sleep with me? I wasn't implying anything.
Too tired for sarcasm.
Oh. Right. Sorry
Are you coming?
Why should I?
I just told you - I'm cold!
Getting Tedious"You boys enjoy yourself here." The older woman behind the counter says as John pays for his order of coffee. "We will. I mean we're not - We're just friends." John falters with his answer. "Oh. Of course." she responds with a coy smile that tells him she doesn't believe a word of his protest. Nobody ever does.Getting Tedious in Short Stories More Like This
They're on a case for Mycroft in small town just outside of London; investigating attacks on government employees who vacation there. There have been four killings thus far. They're staying at an inn up the road from the cafe where the employees and their families usually stay. Apparently the inn is linked to the attacks; according to Sherlock anyway. Something about fibers from a maid's uniform.
Her husband, a short balding man, who is working the other end of the counter pipe in
"You should stop by Lana's for dinner. Its a diner just up the road. Elegant little place; great for some quiet time together."
John's mouth twitches in irritation as he says "Thanks. But really we're
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Are you going to make it to the wedding?
You're really getting married? I thought it was a gag.
Why is everyone so surprised?
Well it's you and Sherlock how can we not be?
You guys weren't like this when you found out we got together.
We thought you were together long before though.
Yes I remember.
Looking back it's rather funny; don't you think?
I suppose it is.
I think under the word Denial in the dictionary there is a picture of you two.
Hey it wasn't denial!
Really? Cause I seem to recall hearing nothing but "I'm not gay." from you.
... I've missed something apparently.
I love Sherlock and I'm attracted to him but only him no other men. So not gay.
Guess that makes sense.
Glad we've cleared that up.
Yeah Guess I should cancel the male-strip dancer I hired for your Stag part
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 Sleeps 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 been on a particularly brutal case for over a week; a string of child murders made to look like suicides. The killers knew what they were doing and were painstakingly thorough in covering their tracks. Even managed to feed them a few false leads. Not thorough enough to trump Sherlock though. It had taken 9 days and a 3 hour foot chase across London, but
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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 bring it up?
My brother however is.
Don't play the fool Lestrade. I know all about you two.
And what do you "know" about us?
That you've been dancing around a romantic relationship for three months and when your wife finally announces that she's leaving you for the librarian you will make it an official arrangement.
I thought you told me she
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Sherlock didn't have to wait long, as London was a center for criminal activity and the police needed his help far too often. Scotland Yard sent him case files home, so that he could look into them and solve the case for them as soon as possible.
Sherlock lay on the couch, deep in thoughts, but they were not about the case. He had solved it almost instantly, it had been an far too easy, boring case. Sherlock thought about his next move. Should he just wait, until John would get the sweets on his own? Should he put on an act, so that he wouldn't have to wait too long, until John would think that the case was difficult for Sherlock? No, he would wait, even if he wasn't the most patient person. It was highly probable that John would look through it if Sherlock put on an act. John did most of the time. Waiting would be the best solution. His hands moved up to his chin, resting on his chest. This was so boring. A small smile played on Sherloc
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A week passed without one of them talking about what happened. Sherlock was surprised that John wanted him to admit defeat. He had expected that John would want to talk about their kiss. That he would be mat at Sherlock for kissing him. That he would just buy him the patches, but not that John would strike back. Sherlock had of course noticed right away what John wanted to do, but he didn't mind, no. Quite the opposite was the case.
Truth was, Sherlock didn't want the patches anymore; he wanted to kiss his good doctor again. It had felt so good. It had felt like nothing he had felt before. He had kissed a few people, back in his college days, but he had always felt disgusted by their saliva mingling with his own.
John was different, his exception. Sherlock had found himself touching John whenever he could without being too obvious. John had been more observant than he usually was, catching Sherlock staring at him out of the corner of his e
Missing Piece Chapter 15The television had proved itself unworthy a distraction to Sherlock. There were enough things to point out, but nothing challenging enough to keep his mind focused on for a longer period of time. It wasn’t beneficial for keeping his thoughts away from John when the good doctor was sitting between Sherlock and his distraction of choice.Missing Piece Chapter 15 in Romance More Like This
Soon Sherlock’s gaze clung to John’s figure on the armchair and he fell silent. Keeping his mind focused on the vacant babbling on the soap while the cause of his disturbed feelings was there, almost right in front of him was impossible. John seemed content watching that stuff and the pain killers obviously worked, so it couldn’t hurt to engulf himself in figuring out what exactly it was that had made him fall in love.
There had to be at least some valid reasons. John was special and unique in Sherlock’s life, so much he knew. He was his only friend, the only person that bore his moods and one of the few people
Missing Piece Chapter 3 - JohnlockThe streetlight flickered as John walked by. The street was empty. Not a single soul had passed crossed his way for the past ten minutes or so. Muttering curses under his breath, John vented his anger on a stone, sending it flying ten meters ahead of him.Missing Piece Chapter 3 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
What did Sherlock think? Probably nothing, like he did so often. The oh so great consulting detective. Using his only tea pot for Christ's sake! Sure, John could still use it. Even if it had a human liver pickled in alcohol in it. He shivered in disgust. No. There was no way he would brew tea in it ever again. He didn't want to imagine what his beloved tea would taste like. He sighed in frustration. He shouldn't have reacted like that, but he had just snapped and couldn't stop himself.
Sherlock probably didn't even care. His sodding flat mate surely wasn't thinking too much of it and thought that John was overreacting.
To John this wasn't solely about the tea pot. He felt hurt and disappointed. It seemed as if Sherlock didn't care eno
Missing Piece Chapter 10 - JohnlockThe skin felt hot against Sherlock's cold hands. Possibly a fever. With this kind of injury and the not so wholesome environment they had kept him. His eyes moved to John's blood stained shirt and the wounds that were all too visible. An angry red, blood smeared stripe against his unusual pale skin.Missing Piece Chapter 10 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
John eyelids fluttered open and for a split second Sherlock wondered if he should withdraw his hand that was still grazing John's cheek, but he didn't want to. Sherlock didn't want to let go of what he had finally gotten a hold of. The idea of letting go of his doctor didn't seem right to Sherlock, it filled him with discomfort and uneasiness.
John's eyes were unfocused at first before widening in pleasant surprise, the corners of his mouth turning up into a glad but tired smile. With his free hand Sherlock pulled out the knife he had seen on his way down and put into his pocket. There was still some blood on it. Sherlock felt sick at the fact that he held a knife with John's blood on it in
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Sherlock gasped in surprise at John's unexpected reaction. The consulting detective knew that John had liked, no had found the kiss arousing. Not only because of the delicious noises he had made, but also because of his dilated pupils. John slid his tongue over Sherlock's teeth, trying to get the candy back. Sherlock moved his hand from John's cheek to his shoulder in order to steady himself, his knees threatening to give out under him. His heart raced at a rapid speed and he couldn't think clearly anymore, partly because of the lack of oxygen and partly because of his proximity to John.
The other mans tongue skimmed over his and Sherlock gasped, opening his mouth further. John pulled away slowly, leaving Sherlock panting and gasping for breath. A satisfied smirk appeared on Johns wet lips. Sherlock hadn't noticed in the passion of their kiss, that his doctor had taken his candy back.
"Let's call it a tie" Sherlock nodded weakly bef
Missing Piece Chapter 13 - JohnlockBlinking against the bright sunlight, Sherlock thought back to last night’s events. That had been rather unpleasant. In the future he had to make sure that his body wouldn’t disturb him with such malfunctions. More so at times when he could do nothing take care of them.Missing Piece Chapter 13 - Johnlock in Romance More Like This
Sometime he must have fallen asleep, obviously, which he was grateful for. If John had noticed he would surely feel awkward and uncomfortable around Sherlock.
The consulting detective turned his head sideways and bolded upright when he saw that the bed beside him was empty. Although it should be nothing to worry about, panic flared up inside him. The most logical explanation for that was that John had simply woken up before him and then proceeded to go downstairs. And out of kindness letting Sherlock remain asleep. But he still felt uncomfortable not seeing John, not knowing precisely where he was.
Maybe he had surmised it. Maybe it had been a dream. The thought hit him unexpectedly and Sherlock paled.
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The dark haired detective took a cab and told the driver to let him out in front of Scotland Yard. The traffic was not so terrific and they only moved forward slowly. Sherlock didn't mind, as he was in no hurry to get there. Right now he had to process his problem. It wasn't so much a problem, but more like a puzzle which he didn't know the correct solution to. Sherlock couldn't rely on his brain and his body had betrayed him. He looked out of the window, not really seeing the city pass by him. His train of thoughts always came back to the feeling of kissing John, his warm lips and ragged breath, his dilated pupils. Of course Sherlock had noticed all of this, even though his brain hadn't worked perfectly and hadn't been as fast as usual. He knew that John had liked the kiss and that he was attracted to Sherlock. Quite certainly did he want to kiss Sherlock again and for the consulting detective it wasn't any different. But he didn't know wh
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John had been attracted to his flat mate for quite a while now. He caught himself staring at Sherlock way too often, but until now there had always been the possibility that he was simply attracted to the other man's looks. That he wouldn't like Sherlock touching him - not that he had ever really considered that this could happen, but still. What he felt now was far from dislike. It felt so good, Sherlocks mouth pressed on his, their tongues moving against each other. Another small moan escaped him and he blushed slightly in embarrassment. His hands had moved to Sherlocks dark curls, pulling slightly on them. God, what was he doing?
Without any prior warning Sherlock pulled away from John, breathing heavily and a smirk plastered on his slightly swollen lips.
"You are brilliant, John!" Sherlock exclaimed, his hands still lingering on John's face, which wore a confused expression. "You were right; my brain just needed some sugar in order to work properly again.
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The case Sherlock was working on was far from being solved. Although he should have enough information to do so there was no progress. Sherlock couldn't think of the right conclusion that fitted all the facts. All possibilities he thought of left something that didn't fit the facts. So Sherlock's mood wasn't the best and John had gone out to buy something sweet to eat.
Sherlock noticed that he was out of nicotine patches, which was pretty bad in his current state, but he was too lazy to text John about this problem. He decided that he would wait until the doctor would come back and then ask him to buy him some.
An hour had passed when he heard John coming upstairs, and he bent his head a little when the door opened so that he could look at John.
"John could you get me some nicotine patches?" he saw John's mouth twitch. Maybe he should have texted him after all, but his mobile was in his coat. It never crossed his mind to go a
Sherlock x John Part 1Shaking with shock, but trying desperately to hide it from his keen eyed companion, John Watson glanced at Sherlock, his long stride easily putting distance between them before Sherlock would glance back and casually slow his pace to match John's shorter one. John clenched his jaw to stop it from trembling and clenched his hands into fists. His pace slowed as he remembered what had just occured not that long ago...Sherlock x John Part 1 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock x John Part 3John woke up in a good mood. Which was probably because of the one and only Sherlock Holmes in his bed. A smile stretched across his face. It was quite rare to see Sherlock sleeping. He was probably exhausted after his fight with the suspect...Sherlock x John Part 3 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock's face was so relaxed and peaceful and... so innocent. His curls were a mess and John noticed that his hand was still tangled in Sherlock's curls. He flexed his hand, wincing when his hand cramped. He gently withdrew his hand and gently stretched it.
Yawning, he looked at the time and groaned when he saw that it was only 5am. He knew that he had no hope of going back to sleep, so he thought about what he should do. He could stay here and watch Sherlock sleep, or he could get up and go shopping. He could get some of Sherlock's favourite tea...
Nodding decisively, John slowly withdrew his legs and let go of Sherlock's hand. John froze when Sherlock frowned, reaching out. Thinking fast, John grabbed a pillow and gave it to Sherlock, who cu
Sherlock x John Part 2John Watson was doing what he thought he would never do. Hold hands with Sherlock Holmes. Unable to keep the grin off of his face, John turned his head to the side so that Sherlock wouldn't get too smug.Sherlock x John Part 2 in Profiles More Like This
Then he remembered the huge love bite Sherlock had given him. John's grin dropped and a scowl replaced it. He turned his head and glared at Sherlock, who was looking in the opposite direction from him. He opened his mouth to yell at Sherlock, but the consulting detective sighed heavily and looked directly into John's eyes. "OK, so I bit you. And gave you a huge love bite. Who cares?" Sherlock groaned.
John was just about to tell Sherlock exactly 'who cares', but, once again, Sherlock cut him off before he could start. He leaned down to whisper in John's ear, his hot breath sending shivers of pleasure through John's being. "Besides, we both know you enjoyed it," he whispered.
John face flushed from embarassment, and Shelock, obviously enjoying John's embarassment, started nibbling light
Sherlock x John Part 6John slowly walked downstairs after getting dressed, the same question pounding through his head though he tried to ignore it; why hadn't Sherlock come and slept in bed with him?Sherlock x John Part 6 in Profiles More Like This
He shook his head irritably, already in a bad mood. Apparently he couldn't get a good night's sleep without Sherlock, which made him annoyed at himself and sink deeper into his bad mood. He skipped his tea, and grabbed his jumper, storming past Sherlock and straight down the stairs. His bad mood deepened even more when all the cabs ignored him, forcing him to walk.
He arrived late with a massive headache, and Sarah was being rude and unhelpful. His clients are were whiny and annoying. Sarah made him stay after work to do paperwork at which point he was ready to shoot something. Even that blasted smiley face on the wall.
His patience was wearing thin as he entered the flat at 7pm, and then remembered he had to go out with Greg. He marched straight up to his room and changed into something nice. He shaved, for h
Sherlock x John Part 4John sighed, closing his eyes briefly before opening them again and looking straight at Mycroft. "What about Sherlock and I?" He asked wearily, not really in the mood to deal with him.Sherlock x John Part 4 in Profiles More Like This
"As his older brother, I feel that it is my duty to warn you of the consequences if you happen to break Sherlock's heart," Mycroft stated, completely serious.
John knew he was being serious, but the words sounded strange coming out of Mycroft's mouth. "I know that is how you feel, Mycroft, but I think that it is none of your business what Sherlock and I do. Besides, Sherlock is old enough to kill me himself if I happen to break his heart, which I have no wish to do," John stated, lifting an eye brow at Mycroft.
"I know that is so, John, but just know that I will be watching. And if you do any wrong to my brother, accidental or not, it will be me you will face," he threatened.
John bristled at the threat was just about to tell Mycroft exactly what he thought, but the door opened and
Sherlock x John Part 5Regretfully, John had to go to work. He was more reluctant than usual, not just because he had to see his ex. But because he had to give up his time with Sherlock. Sighing, he grabbed his coat and left, glancing once more at Sherlock who was so deep in thought if John had said anything, he wouldn't have noticed.Sherlock x John Part 5 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock's strange drink had helped his headache, but he had thrown up a couple of times before all the alcohol was out of his system. Glancing at his watch, he noticed that if he took a cab, he would be early and have to sit in an awkward silence with Sarah while they waited for customers. Shrugging, he started walking, enjoying the crisp morning air.
It was around seven o'clock at night when John finally got off work. It had been a hectic day with lots of customers, and John was exhausted. He was starving, tired, and his leg and injured arm was aching.
He knew Sherlock wouldn't have made dinner, so he grabbed some Chinese for both of them and continued walking stiffly
Sherlock x John Part 8After John had relieved himself, he had come back and found Sherlock in a deep sleep. At first he hadn't been worried his fever had gone down and he wasn't coughing or sniffing anymore, but he hadn't woken up.Sherlock x John Part 8 in Profiles More Like This
Worried, John stayed awake all night, ignoring his thirst and instead eating the cookies Harry had made. A few times, he almost fell asleep, but caught himself. Sherlock didn't wake up the next day either. Feeling a bit panicked, John decided that if he hadn't woken up by the night, he would call Mycroft.
When night came and went, John reached for his phone and called Mycroft, anxious. "Hello? Mycroft? Yes, it's John. It's about Sherlock, he went to sleep after you left and hasn't woken up yet, I'm getting worried," John said; his anxiety evident in his voice.
"I'll be right over," Mycroft said, his voice sounding drawn.
"And can you please get me some water?" John asked a second before Mycroft hung up.
Sighing, John reached out and cradled Sherlock's face in hi
Sherlock x John Part 7When John woke up that morning and went down stairs, Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped in a thick doona, sniffling. Alarmed, John rushed over to him. "Are you alright, Sherlock?" he asked, worriedly, pressing his wrist to Sherlock's forehead.Sherlock x John Part 7 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock swatted his hand away. "Don't be daft John. I am perfectly alright," he responded, his voice sounding thick.
"Sherlock! You've got a fever; you have to go back to bed, no buts, doctor's orders. I'll call the clinic; tell them I'm taking the day off. Now, up to bed with you, I'll be with you in a sec with a nice hot cup of tea," John fussed, shooing Sherlock away.
Grumbling, Sherlock complied, complaining all the way. Well, he wouldn't be Sherlock if he didn't.
Grinning, John picked up his cell and dialled the office, praying Sarah wouldn't be there. He started fixing Sherlock some tea as he did so. "Hello, Sarah speaking. How may I help you?" Sarah answered politely.
"Ah, hello Sarah, John here. Just wanted to let you
Sherlock x John Part 11"You arse Sherlock," John mumbled as he woke, struggling to open his eyes.Sherlock x John Part 11 in Profiles More Like This
Sherlock was still lying on top of John, and he just groaned in response, burying his face deeper into John's neck.
John shuddered slightly at the feeling of Sherlock's hot breath on his neck. Then he shook himself and glanced at the clock. 7am.
At one point, Sherlock must have gotten up and taken off John's shirt and pants and put him under the covers. John's phone beeped; and he groaned. Somehow, he managed to get his arm free and grabbed his phone which was under his pillow.
'Morning, Johnny boy~ - J'
'Go away, Moriarty.' John messaged back, getting annoyed at him.
"Who are you texting so early?" Sherlock asked in a mumble against John's skin.
"No one of importance. He's bugging me," John groaned, tightening his hand in Sherlock's thick curls.
"He?" Sherlock asked curiously.
"For God's sake, Sherlock. Don't you dare get jealous again," John said, exasperated.
Sherlock grumbled. "I'm not jealous."
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"MY BLOODY WALL!"
John groaned, putting his book down on his bed beside him. "Please don't let that be Sherlock being bored "
With a resigned sigh, John got out of his warm, comfy bed and trudged downstairs to where Sherlock was shooting the wall and Mrs Hudson was screeching at him.
"What the bloody hell are you doing?" John yelled at Sherlock, scowling.
John sighed, closing his eyes. Mrs Hudson snuck out of the room. "Honestly, Sherlock, you know that I'M the one who has to pay for that," John groaned, gesturing at the wall.
"I'm BORED!" Sherlock groaned, shooting the wall again with John's handgun.
John snatched the gun off of him and stuffed it down his pants. "I'm going out," John said, turning, grabbing his wallet, phone and jumper.
"Where are you going?" Sherlock called as John descended the stairs.
He dialled Greg as he jogged down the stairs. "Hello, Greg," John greeted.
"Hello John." Greg sounded worn.
"Ready for a night out?" John
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I need you to come get me...
They won't let me leave.
Why not? What did you do?!
I'm too drunk.
Ha! You?! Drunk?! There's a new one!
Ok, ok, I'm sorry. I'll be right there.
The pub on the corner right?
Would you stop laughing at me?
After all the times I picked you up from this pub!!
I'm almost there.
John walked over to Sherlock who was sitting at the counter. John greeted the bar tender, took Sherlock's wrist, and helped him stand.
"I can -walk- John!" Sherlock hissed, pulling his wrist out of John's grasp.
And he seemed to be right. He lead the way out the exit and looked up and down the street. Something about Sherlock, being drunk never affected him. He could talk perfectly fine, walk perfectly straight, think perfectly annoyingly as always... The only thing the alcohol may do to him is ge
A Week Without John"Morning Sherlock." John said as he entered the kitchen in his robe and opened the fridge.A Week Without John 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, revealing John's body and boxers. As the cold breeze hit his skin, he gasped.
"Sherlock... Is this because I'm... ohhhh..." Sherlock bit John's neck then stopped.
"You're what?" Sherlock asked slowly.
John sighed, upset that he interrupted what could have been a great time, and closed the fridge door. He turned towards Sherlock.
"Sherlock... Read th
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I can't think of one thing about you that doesn't make me just...
What have you done to me?
Ever since the unforgiving day of our first kiss, I've fallen harder with each passing day... Each passing hour... Each passing second... That I got to spend with or without you. You've been stuck on my mind, and no day soon are you leaving my heart... That you've made clear...
I smile with each word I get from you, even if it's not from your beautiful voice, but just another text off these beautifully blasted cellular devises. ...Stupid technology...
...Stupid beautiful technology...
Your lips are what I've craved for the past few weeks, ever since you've proclaimed your love to me and mine to you.
A day without your beautifully charming smile might as well be a year without happiness to me.
What have you done to me?
Time slowly moves on that clock, hung perfectly in the doctors office above the table. The perfect picture of what a doctor's o
This is My NoteI am John H. Watson. Ex-army doctor in the Afghanistan War and the only friend to Sherlock Holmes. I was his "live in", his flatmate, his coworker, and his blogger. I was the only one really able to put up with his crazy psychopathic ways and in a way, I ended up bring the one to take care of the lazy bastard.This is My Note in Short Stories More Like This
I owed it to him to put up with his silly little experiments and the random severed body parts in places where we kept our food, the little we had (the register at the store and I don't really get along. One day I will shoot that thing and just walk away...). He saved me from a life after the war, the life I never wanted to live. The life where I felt old and slow, with a limp in a leg I never hurt and a hollowness that only came from loss of interest in... Well... Everything. Each day, I would regret getting up and getting dressed. Each day I would walk the lonely streets of London alone. Each day, I would have my coffee, read the paper, watch crap telly for a few hours, have di
Cheating"I'm so bored!" Sherlock sighed and slumped into his armchair.Cheating 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 Emmmmhmhm I have to go Emmmm!" Then, the line went dead.
A thousand thoughts raced through Sherlock's head as he sat there, his phone ringing with that long continuous beep that sounded when a call has been dropped. What was John doing? Was he drunk? High? No, his words weren't at all slurred. Was he cheating?
Sherlock dropped his phone witho
Single: Part 10Sherlock slowly made his way up the seventeen steps to their flat. -I will burn you, Sherlock Holmes! Burn you!-Single: Part 10 in Short Stories More Like This
Sherlock sighed as he paused at the door, his hand on the door knob. He entered the flat, his mind working. He shrugged off his coat and hung it on the rack. Turning, his heart dropped.
John lay on his arm chair over the arm rests, his skin a ghostly pale, a little orange bottle lay open on the carpet next to the chair, empty.
"God damn..." Sherlock muttered, running to John's side.
John's eyes slowly opened to lock on Sherlock's.
"what have you done, John..?"
"I... couldn't handle it... anymore..." John's voice was just above a whisper.
Sherlock nestled down next to John, stroking his cheek, his eyes getting hot.
"John... I'm calling an ambulance... You need to get the poison out and ..."
"It's... too late..." John moaned in pain.
"Wh... What..?" Sherlock lowered his cell phone he had taken out.
"It's been thirty minutes... I'll be... Few more minutes..."
"Why did you
Single: Part 13Sherlock, uneasily, stepped onto the wall and looked down to the pavement. All his pain would be gone if he just...Single: Part 13 in Short Stories More Like This
"Go ahead, end everything here. All your pain, and feelings, and heartbrokenness. All of it. Just. Jump."
"Moriarty... I made a promise to an old friend the other day..." Sherlock said turning around to face Moriarty dead in the eye.
"Oh?" Moriarty said softly.
"Oh. Want to know what that promise was? I promised that someone was going to pay. Pay for John's death. For my feelings. Pay for everything. And I promise, in particular, that that person would be you. If I jump, you're coming with me!"
"That doesn't seem at all possible, seeing I have no will to jump off a building and -kill- myself." Moriarty laughed.
"And nor do I..." Sherlock said slowly. "...without your blood."
"Now, Sherlock..." Moriarty smiled that evil grin of his. "...Just end it. You can be with your sweetie, John, if you just jump. All your problems and heartache would be over! You two can be h
Morning LipsGood morning you." John said cheerfully as he walked out of the kitchen to see Sherlock slumped in his armchair, his feet dangling over the edge and his head propped up on his hand.Morning Lips in Short Stories More Like This
"Hummm?" Sherlock asked, raising his head just enough to look at John. "Oh, Good morn-"
John came up to him and kissed him on the cheek. Sherlock, shocked, sat up a little more and watched as John went over and sat down in the chair across from Sherlock. John smiled, noticing he was staring.
"You okay?" John asked beaming.
"You just..." Sherlock began, then stopped mid-sentence and touched his cheek with his fingertips, smiling. "Yeah." He said. "Yeah. Perfectly fine."
John smiled and started to unfold the newspaper. Sherlock stood, walked over to John, placed his hand on his shoulder and bent down, kissing him on the cheek back. John took a deep breath of contentment as Sherlock pulled his lips away and went into the kitchen.
-Oh Sherlock...- John thought, smiling and touching his cheek. -Today, your cheek
Looks StunningWith John still in the hospital, it was tediously boring and quiet in the flat. It was back to the way it was before John walked into Sherlocks life, and Sherlock hated it. Sherlock never noticed how much he needed John to be with him. He knew that he couldn't live without him, but he never really knew how much it would hurt. Sherlock paced the flat, looking for something to do. Nothing.Looks Stunning in Short Stories More Like This
Slowly, he walked into the kitchen, then towards his bedroom. John's door was slightly opened, unclosed from the rush of the ambulance getting him out of the flat, and Sherlock close behind in a cab. He paused, staring at the door and slowly pushed it open. He gently pushed the door closed behind him and walked into the room fully. Standing next to John's bed, he took a deep breath. That rush of John, vanilla and tangerines. Sherlock laid down on his bed, John's smell surrounding him, then, he took the bed sheet and wrapped himself in it, over his head. He inhaled deeply, breathing John in. Breat
It's Just Not Your BattleJohn sat in his arm chair, not making eye contact with the DI that sat across from him. He sat in Sher- -his- old chair. Why did he have to sit in -his- old chair?!It's Just Not Your Battle in Short Stories More Like This
"John?" Lestrade asked slowly, pulling John from his ever painful thoughts that seemed to be twisting in his head.
John looked up to meet Lestrade's eyes at last. He didn't say anything, just rose an eyebrow to let him know he was listening.
"John, you can't stay up here forever... I know it hurts, losing your best friend and all, but-"
"He wasn't just my best friend..." John cut in, lowering his gaze once again to the carpet. "He was so much more than that. He was my life, what gave my life actual meaning. He pulled me from the depths of darkness no one could even reach me in. That man was everything..."
John sat there in silence for a moment and Lestrade felt like he was going to continue. His heart skipped a beat then dropped as John removed the pistol from his jacket pocket and raised it to his temple.
"He was my life,
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Tea for two
John was late in coming down that morning. Sherlock had been up most of the night, as usual, and was now checking his website to see if there were any new cases. There were none. He sighed.
9am. What was John doing? He hadn't gone out last night, and he habitually got up around 7. Sherlock hadn't even heard him shower this morning. In fact, he hadn't heard anything at all coming from the upper room. His thoughts suddenly grew uneasy. What if John was ill? A fever perhaps? But he was a doctor, Sherlock wouldn't be useful with something like that, at all. Would he? No, definitely not. There was no point in going up to check on him. No point at all.
After five minutes of finger-tapping on the kitchen tabl
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Title: Sherlock Holmes's 7 Paw Stories: John
Words: 12,031Summary: When the door was pushed open, John grabbed his handgun. When something heavy jumped on his bed and roared, he fired. The roar broke into a wail as the tiger fell back. A tiger. There was a tiger in his room. Johnlock, bromance or slash. Tiger!SH
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Sherlock Holmes's 7 Paw Stories: Sherlock
Sherlock hated sleeping. It was dull and waiting to fall asleep bored him to death – to such an extent that he usually just gave up and went to do something. He didn't like waking up, either, because it usually took him more than 10 seconds to be perfectly alert and it made him feel slow and sluggish. That was one of the reasons he had needed to win against the Woman – he really hadn't appreciated her trick with the syringe – although he still admired her for it.
Therefore when i
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Somewhere over the rainbow
In the first-floor room of 221B Baker Street, a man was blowing hot air from a hair dryer onto a very wet tiger, who was sitting obediently on a towel spread on the floor.
"Really, Sherlock... I know tigers enjoy bathing, but couldn't you have waited until you turned back into human form and had hands?"
The tiger emitted a grumble and sulked. He already felt ridiculous; now he was rather mortified to be reminded by John of all people of something he should have known – that tigers likedwater. Of course he'd known it. He just hadn't thought and had gone to do the first thing he'd thought of because boredom was positively killing him without John around. You take away my knowledge of the inconsequential when you're not here, Sherlock mus
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… Once in a lullaby
Tell me, are you so unnerved because you think we could become brothers in law, or because you would've liked to do both sisters?
"Damn him!" John cursed as he repressed the urge to slam the door to his room behind him, and fell into a chair.
He'd been foolish, but Sherlock had been obnoxious. John had seen the remorse in his eyes the moment the words had left his lips, but still it was so unfair an attack he hadn't wanted to stay one more second in the room, for fear of choking the insufferable man. Or of blurting out something idiotic and crazy, such as "I'm so unnerved because I'm stupidly falling in love with you, you git!"
Definitely not a good idea. He might have considered the choking option a bit more, though, he mused fiercely as he changed into his pyjamas for the nigh
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...how I wonder what you are
The very first thing John felt upon waking that morning was something soft disturbingly clutching the front of his pyjamas, between the shoulder and the chest. It was a hand resting there, still holding the fabric in such a way that he dared not move, for fear of rousing the nude, innocent and slightly crowding man sleeping peacefully in his bed.
Now fully awake, John goggled at the oblivious figure that was lying next to him. A childlike expression was gracing the traits of his face, which was mere inches away from John's. The doctor gulped awkwardly, and shivered as Sherlock dangerously stirred in his sleep. His head was resting on the other pillow, and so there was a minimum distance between them: but their bodies were intertwined together, Sherlock's hand on his chest grip
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Title: Sherlock Holmes's 7 Paw Stories: John
Summary: When the door was pushed open, John grabbed his handgun. When something heavy jumped on his bed and roared, he fired. The roar broke into a wail as the tiger fell back. A tiger. There was a tiger in his room. Johnlock, bromance or slash. Tiger!SH
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Sherlock Holmes's 7 Paw Stories: John
John had taken the habit to sleep with his handgun under his pillow ever since they had been attacked in the middle of the night by an Indian swordsman, a month ago. The next day, he'd tried to talk Sherlock into switching rooms ("It's not my fault people assume you'd take the upper room with that arrogant attitude of yours!" "Arrogant? I'm arrogant?" "Of course you bloody are! And what are you implying?"). Like in every other fight, Sherlock had won, and John was now lying in bed in the upper r
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… There's a land that I've heard of...
When he awoke in the morning, Sherlock was surprised to wake up in a bed – a piece of furniture he didn't use much, for he never slept a lot at night - and on top of that, one that wasn't his own. Then he saw John's naked form under the sheet beside him, and everything came back to him all at once: the double transformation, Mrs. Hudson, Lestrade, the failed experiment in the living-room, the keyboard... He blinked, and held his hand in front of his eyes, checking that it wasn't round and yellow and covered with fur.
A triumphant grin spread across his face. He had been right! Cuddling had been the answer.
That just sounded utterly stupid, he thought.
Shifting a bit so as to have a better view on his flatmate, he observed him with curiosity. The sheet only covered his body up to the waist, so the first thing the consulting detective noticed was, obvious
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… Way up high...
Sherlock had never been a very patient man, and being a tiger didn't change the fact. Eventually he got tired of it and pushed the door open.
He popped his head into the room and didn't see anything at first. Then he did see, and froze. A wide grin spread on his face.
Oh, today was going to be fun.
Curled up under his sheets, his breathing regular, John was sleeping peacefully. In manul form. Very quietly, Sherlock entered the room and walked up to the bed, glad for once that he had paws which stifled the sound of his steps. Luckily, the wooden floor in John's room did not creak.
Sherlock felt very much like jumping on the bed to spoon and cuddle until John woke up in shock. But then it was very likely that the doctor would sulk all day, and there would be no more cuddli
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Me for you
By the third time John woke up as a manul, he was no longer appalled. Very annoyed, yes. Luckily Sherlock did have a case this time, and probably wouldn't bother with him too much – which was a good thing, considering he only made fun of him and manhandled him. What a prick, really, taking advantage of his smaller, more vulnerable form. John frowned, glaring at no one in particular since he was alone in his room. Vulnerable. He had to admit he was, and that was why he found the whole ordeal so exasperating. He couldn't hold his handgun since he didn't have hands, but paws. He couldn't run very fast (at all...), couldn't defend himself like bigger felines. He looked ridiculous and was completely usele
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… and You for Me
Sherlock wasn't pleased at all – and that was an understatement. Since the last time John had transformed into a manul, he'd been positively avoiding Sherlock and even the flat in general. He took more hours at the clinic and was spending most nights out, often his new girlfriend's place. He'd been very quick in dating that one, Sherlock noticed – but he didn't look further into it. Maggie. What a dull, trite name.
Of course he would always come right away if Sherlock asked, but if it wasn't truly important, he would leave just as soon, having done whatever Sherlock had called him for. He was still the faithful friend and blogger, watching his back during chases and helping him insofar as he was able during cases. Yet something was different
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"Oh…yes!" Sherlock shouted, clapping his hands together and smiling triumphantly. "Of course he would do that, he can't help but gain back the confidence he feels that he's lost from the castration so–oh yes! It all makes so much sense!"
"Sherlock! What makes sense?" Lestrade said, raising his voice in the hopes of shaking Sherlock from his excited daze.
"Collins is going to the place where it all happened. To him it's symbolic justice."
"Which is where…?" John asked, looking at Lestrade, equally bewildered by Sherlock's epiphany.
"Oh for God's sake. Have none of you been paying attention? The Tube!"
Lestrade's eyes widened and he immediately whipped his mobile from his pocket.
"I need a team at the South Kensington Tube station immediately. Yeah. It's urgent. We've got a embezzling murderer hiding out there, waiting for his next victim. Go. Hurry. I'll meet you there." He turned to Sherlock. "Any further tips on where to look?"
Sherlock scoffed. "Believe me. Not an
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"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
Always Look at the Hands"Always look at the hands first, John."Always Look at the Hands in Romance More Like This
That's what he had told him once. He didn't know if John had paid any attention to it, but it was one of his sure-fire methods of deduction. After observing one's hands, you were then to examine the cuffs of their clothing, their trousers, and then the trainers or boots.
One quiet night at Baker Street, John had been lying on the couch reading, but only after an hour or so had dozed off and the book had slumped onto his chest. Sherlock had come into the room, looking for something, but he lost the thought (a rare occurrence for him) when he saw John. Looking so peaceful. He knew that everyone looked peaceful when they slept, but still, he couldn't help but walk over to the couch and just look at him, and after a few minutes, he kneeled beside him to look closer. He took in everything. The way John's breath was deep and how his chest rose and fell, how his hands still held the book, how every once in a while he would swallow and take a de
Hot Showers"Sherlock? I'm more than willing to play alongseriously, by all means, keep goingbut I have to ask"Hot Showers in Romance More Like This
Sherlock merely purred and John had to shake his head a little to clear his thoughts. Though he certainly wasn't arguing with his current positionpinned against a wall underneath Sherlockhe was understandably confused.
"Are you feeling alright? I mean, I've only just"
"Gotten out of a very hot shower. So hot in fact, that you didn't put on your robe, only a towel to cover your lower half."
"And so hot, that even a minute and 20 seconds later I can still see that your skin is red from where the water scalded youespecially here." Sherlock said, and he pressed his lips to the top of John's shoulder. He smiled when John hummed a mix between a moan and a chuckle. As quick to respond to flirtation as ever, John never had been the blushing, chaste type. Just another thing that Sherlock loved about him: he was quickto catch on an
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John's eyebrows furrowed; Sherlock was pushy, no doubt about that, but there was something odd about this. John knew urgency when he heard it, and he heard it in Sherlock's text.
OK. I'm at the store. I just have a few more things.
He put it back in his pocket and went back to looking for his crisps. Literally two seconds later his pocket pinged again.
Leave the bloody shopping. Come home *now.* - SH
John didn't even think twice. He left his basket in the middle of the aisle and ran out of the store and into the rain. What had been dark and foreboding skies when he entered the store were now horrendous buckets of rain, but since he didn't have any food to carry, he decided to walk. (He knew that it would take longer to try and get a cab, seeing as everyone else was trying to, and even if he managed to get one the rain would just delay his arrival even more). He could always just change clothes when he
As You WishSherlock loved John Watson. He couldn't really deny it anymore, and he had to accept the fact that love wasn't all just neurotransmitters and serotonin and a biological desire to create perfect offspring.As You Wish in Romance More Like This
It was real. A state of being. One that overruled anything Sherlock wanted for himself. And although he knew that any other day would be just as good as to show John that he loved him, he knew that John, being the normal man that he was, would at the very least be subconsciously expecting something on a day devoted to love.
But Sherlock Holmes just didn't know what that could be. He, the most brilliant man in England, couldn't think of something worthy of John's appraisal. Of course, there was the cinema, expensive dinners, flowers, overpriced candy…but Sherlock felt disgusted for having merely thought of something so common and vulgar. He couldn't live without the man, the least he could do was to think of something significant and original.
And yet, nothing came. In the week
Iced Mint"John? What do I smell like?" They were both lying face up on John's bed, with Sherlock's head nestled between John's neck, and John's right arm resting against Sherlock's chest.Iced Mint in Romance More Like This
"Icy." It was the first word that popped into his mind. "You always smell clean. Hang on." John sat up and rolled over so that he was on top of Sherlock, and he nuzzled his neck, taking in a deep breath and Sherlock gave a few small but deep laughs at the sensation.
"Mmmm…" John sighed out in delight. He took in another breath and smiled. He loved that smell–it was unlike anything he'd ever smelled, and he had never really truly understood the meaning of "intoxicating" until he had smelled Sherlock. Come to think of it, there were a lot of things he found intoxicating about Sherlock Holmes. The way his body seemed to be sculpted of marble. His black as night hair that always had a few perfectly formed ringlets. His iridescent eyes. The way his voice deepened when he wanted something. The
Mondays"God, I hate Mondays." John said, gripping his head, hoping that the pain would subside.Mondays in Romance More Like This
"I've told you time and time again, that if you drank more water on Sunday that this wouldn't happen."
"How much am I supposed to drink, Sherlock? The whole bloody Pacific?" He roared at his flatmate. Pain and patience did not go hand-in-hand.
"Of course not, John." He stared at him with a gravely serious expression. "It's saltwater for one thing. It would be completely ineffective in hydrating you."
John clapped a hand to his forehead in exasperation and immediately regretted it, shutting his eyes when the dull and aching pain in his skull grew. He gave a deep sigh and tried not to shout this time.
"Look…" He paused. "If you can't say anything helpful, will you kindly shut up?"
"Would you like a massage?"
This was such a random and surprising question that John's eyes flew open. For a minute he couldn't respond, instead he just stared at Sherlock with his brow furrowed, unsure if he had hea
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"Sherlock?" John called out into the flat. When he was met with no response, he continued, "So, we've got a guest, who's going to be staying here for a few days."
The box he had picked up off of Park Street seemed to grow heavier in his arms.
"Okay." John heard Sherlock's voice from the kitchen. He must've been in the middle of an experiment, or else he wouldn't have sounded as uninterested. So John, a little relieved that he didn't have to confront Sherlock right at that moment, breathed a sigh of relief, put the box down, and opened it.
It took Sherlock two hours to notice, and whether it was due to Sherlock's intense focus on his experiment or Toby's quiet and docile behavior, John didn't know. But he didn't have to guess about Sherlock's reaction to Toby.
He had taken one look at him and said a definitive, "No," with the look of someone who was greatly vexed that they even had to voice their opinion at an idea so ludicrous.
"I know. We're not keeping him. Relax. I saw the number on
Spoiled Brie"You know…this is nice." John said, looking at his menu. He took a quick, subtle glance around the restaurant and smiled. "I mean, I didn't think you actually liked food. I hardly see you eat."Spoiled Brie in Romance More Like This
"The mind works best when it is starved of food."
"Speaking as a doctor and the sanest member of our flat, I want you to know that they disproved that idea at the beginning of the 20th century."
"That's your opinion, John." Sherlock said indifferently.
John gave an amused laugh. "Medical journals, Sherlock. It's not my opinion, it's scientific fact!"
"And that is your opinion."
John shook his head, and their waiter came by their table to deliver the wine John had ordered for them. "Thank you, sir. Could you by any chance bring us a children's menu? My companion doesn't look it, but he's actually only eight years old."
The waiter merely rolled his eyes and made a rather noticeable sound of disdain before walking away from their table. John was rather taken aback by this. Openly obnoxious w