Sherlockholmesxjohnwatson Stories

An old friend of Sherlock Holmes is in need of help, tied in a deadly case concerning the infamous Jack the Ripper. Accused of killing her sister and other females within London, Sarah Harper calls out to the consulting detective in 221B Baker Street.

Sherlock may have misunderstood about there being limits. (Fix-it/coda for The Sign of Three.)

Johnlock One Shots

Sherlock is back, but sometimes John doesn't quite know it. . . . Or: Five times John didn't know he loved Sherlock and one time he did.

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are carrying on with their usual routines; investigating and crime-fighting. Their lives are as "normal" as they could be, Sherlock being a highly functioning sociopath and all, when someone neither John or Sherlock were expecting showed up at their door. This feisty, unbelievably smart, blood-covered red head took Baker Street by storm, revealing her twisted past, and becoming unbelievably fond of the boys, and vice versa. But what will happen if her past comes back to haunt her? Who is after her?

Who am I? Where am I? Why am I here? And what is it I have on my wrists and ankles? What am I? ~ Sherlock is a marionette. There is a simple little doll in a world so big and awful. He wants to be a normal boy, not be so clever and be a boy. He wants to breath, eat and smell to the flowers. He wants to feel pain, sorrow, love and happiness. But with no luck. John is a boy just a normal boy, in a little awful world. His mother is death and his father is not nice, the only one he feel safe with is his sister but she have never time to him. John gets bullied in school and he just wants to be a normal boy, be clever and have a good life. He doesn’t want to feel pain and sorrow. He wants to feel safety, happiness and be loved.

John: "Pass me the oil, please" Sherlock passes John the oil. The blond then fills the bowl with olive oil and rosemary. Sherlock watches mesmerized as John puts the potatoes into the bowl and starts tossing them. Sherlock watches fascinated at how johns arms work in the bowl, once John was satisfied he looks at Sherlock whose eyes were blown and cheeks a slight pink hue, John smiled at the sight but said nothing about it. John: "Could you pass me the parchmententpaper and a baking tray? Thank you Sherl." Johnlock oneshots that are connected! May get sad or smutty I don't know yet I do not own bbc sherlock

John Watson, now happily married, Sherlock Holmes happily alive. After Mary bares news to John, in a fury he leaves to return to his best friend in 221B. After only a day however, John and Sherlock both discover something different between them, is it love? It can't be. The High Functioning Sociopath is incapable of such sentiment. Accepting attraction for each other, they wonder what's next in line for them. Join in with their adventure please. It'll be fun! -Based after ending of Series 3 of BBC's Sherlock.- I don't own any of these characters. Everything belongs to BBC's Sherlock except the story line.

Sherlock Holmes finds out his flatmates biggest secret. And after dismissing it as if it was nothing and leaving the doctor in a cloud of heartbreak. Now John will do anything to change his mind. Even if that means putting himself in danger.

During a case away from John, Sherlock accidentally deletes all memories of his boyfriend and flatmate. At least Mycroft is useful for something.

While John is working on the blog, Sherlock is bored and decides to distract him.

Just a collection of fluffy Johnlock stories. DONT KILL ME PLEASSEEE I don't own any of the characters, I just simply ADORE Johnlock

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson just being their cute little a selves. Honestly I'm writing this story as practice.

Holmes, Mycroft-17-Room 317c, Greenwich Dormitory Watson, John-15-Room 221b, Bartholomew Dormitory Winchester, Dean-15-Room 221a, Bartholomew Dormitory Winchester, Sam-14-Room 185a, Buckingham Dormitory Novak, Castiel-15-Room 221a, Bartholomew Dormitory Novak, Gabriel-14.5-Room 185a, Buckingham Dormitory Lestrade, Gregory-17-Room 317c, Greenwich Dormitory It would be quite pointless to include myself in this list, for it is a list of people that I, Sherlock Holmes, of Room 221b, Bartholomew Dormitory, currently find myself, able to attempt conversation with, without quickly becoming tired of their idiocy. PlotLines, Editor and Co-Writer - PerfectlyParadox Co-Writer who does most of the writing from chapter 16 onwards - geronim_oh

John looked peaceful, his head lulling back and hands clasped together in his lap. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing even. How had he fallen asleep so perfectly? Most people who had fallen asleep around Sherlock (which was, admittedly, not many) had slept awfully, loud and snorty, sometimes thrashing around, sometimes making weird sounds you're only capable of making while asleep. He sat next to the doctor, being careful not to disturb his slumber. Closing his eyes, Sherlock tried to get to his mind palace. To his dismay, too many thoughts cluttered his head. That had never happened before. Sherlock groaned softly, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe he should get some sleep. He knew John would want him to. "Ah John, what would I do without you?" Sherlock whispered to the sleeping man beside him on the couch. "I'd be a half dead robot if you weren't here. I almost was. I almost was." A small sigh escaped his lips as he slipped into the cool relief of sleep.

After the 'death' of Sherlock, John has been trying to move on. But, on Sherlock's birthday, a certain consulting detective returns from the grave, to visit his blogger. Soon, Sherlock finds out things he half wished he didn't, and he doesn't know how to help the situation. Plus, he has been experiencing these strange feelings, and as much as he wants to cut them out, he just cant seem to. Will Sherlock be able to embrace his feelings, or will he hide them away inside? Dont worry, there will be plenty of cases to slove as well people, Sherlock and John are still ganna be... Sherlock and John.