Historias de Johnwatsonsherlockholmes

To Sherlock, work is the most important thing in the world. Until he realizes there is something else, or someone else. Sherlock is trans but that's not what the story's about. {reichenbach fall never happened} Cover: wombo.art

Jealous!Teen!lock but it's fantasy. Prince(ss) Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes, interesting! And an in training doctor peasant boy, John Watson. What will bring them together? "Bring the boys down, please, Ms. Hudson. It's urgent," the king spoke not-so-softly. The maid, Ms. Hudson, nodded and went on her way. She first went to retrieve the eldest brother, who was easier to talk to. "Mycroft, sweetie, your father would like to see you," she spoke softly. He quickly finished up the page he was reading in his book and obeyed. And, the youngest brother was more of a brat and wasn't well at listening. His room was a mess; science experiments everywhere, papers all over the wall and the floor and the desk, the bed never made, just a dumpster.

johnlock Some heavier topics are discussed, I will give tw for anything detailed at the start of scene/chapter -- Sherlock and John are some very flawed men. But those who are perfect are just not very interesting, and it seems that in this case, opposites do not always attract. Together, as... friends, they start the journey of leaving behind old habits, and together creating new ones. Better ones. But, while doing so, will Sherlock be able to ignore the growing sentiment he holds for the man? And with that in place, will John be able to keep up the perfect straight man persona? I guess there's only one way to find out...

well where else am i meant to blog ? / cover by @Bucky_Barnes1013 !

The rain had started somewhere around Marylebone, a thin, spiteful drizzle that turned the pavements into mirrors. Y/n stood on Baker Street with her suitcase listing to one side where the wheel had broken three tube stops ago, her backpack heavy...

His eyes... His eyes were finally active. They darted about, responding to the environment around them. Their deep blue green more alluring then ever, even sparkling. But his eyes... His turquoise irises only contrasted even more greatly with the red blood surrounding them. Almost as if someone had drawn red cartilage ink into his eyes on accident, mistaking them for a painting. And his eyes...! They didn't stop darting. They never stopped to focus on his elder brother, sitting at the corner of the room with his umbrella neatly folded in his palm. They never stopped to watch as his heart monitor steadily kept pace. They never stopped to meet my eyes, no matter how much I mentally begged them to. Silence fills the room. I'm tempted to speak, but again your eyes. They distract me. They frighten me. And they frighten you. Finally, you break the silence. "It's dark." -Warning- -This story will have many darker themes. Drug abuse, comatose and vision loss are part of the plot, as well as some heavy anxiety and depression. While I don't mean for the story to be overly depressing (and there will be some balancing positives) you should know what the story will contain. There will also be smut and sexual themes.-

Johnlock story

Mycroft Holmes has invited Dr. John Watson to lunch. What's her reasoning? John has no idea. A short one shot about what would happen if Mycroft PLATONICALLY invited John to lunch. I've been playing around with the idea of writing a female Mycroft for a while now, as well as how Mycroft and John would interact if they had the chance, so I really enjoyed writing this. Not much happens, and there isn't any explanation as to how they got there, but don't worry, that might come later :). Some very subtle johnlock at the end, and of course, the lovely Anthea is here too. No TW, no mature content. This is the first work I'm publishing on here, so I hope you enjoy, and constructive criticism is always welcome! I do not own the Sherlock tv series characters.

I think everyone is born with a gift, or a special talent. Every single human being on this Earth is different from the next. One may be beautiful, and another may be smart. I think that the gifts you receive, are bound with responsibilities. The girl who is pretty will become vain, and the smart one arrogant. All blessings come with a curse. But what happens if the so called blessing is a curse? What would happen if the 'talent' you where born with takes away the ability to feel? This gift has taken me to where I am now, so some people will call it a cruse, but sense it allowed me to know Sherlock, I call it a blessing.

Luna Moore meets Sherlock Holmes at Irene Adler's home, then proceeds to move into 221c Baker Street. She's a photographer whose flat also doubles as her studio and her very existence seems to mildly annoy Sherlock, yet he's forced to practically live with her. This encourages him to find out more about her, but it's hard considering he struggles to read her. Slowly, Sherlock realises there's more to the woman than meets the eye, she seems to have a façade that he can't break. But, once he does...he wishes he'd done it sooner. Sherlock Holmes x OC Based off the BBC show.

don't be too quick to jump into conclusion

[A sequel to 'A Story Untold'] 'We cordially invite you to the wedding of John Hamish Watson and Mary Elizabeth Morstan.' John still felt like he was lying to himself. He still felt the horrible guilt everytime he kissed her. The fake smiles became painful, but she was the only one that seemed to even remotely help the hole in his heart left by Sherlock. Maybe he just felt like he needed someone else to help him cope. Maybe that's why he proposed to her. (A/N: Ya ready for this sequel though? I don't think you are... But anyways, as I said at the top, this is the sequel to my first story on here, 'A Story Untold'. I hope you all enjoy it!)

Sherlock Holmes was supposed to expose her. Instead, he let her stay. Sam Rayes - sarcastic, reckless, and far too good with computers - becomes part of Baker Street faster than anyone expected. She has problems with her father and because of that has many bad habits. Also i am changing the plot and it wont be exactly like in Sherlock. There will also be many plot twists. Btw english is my second language so i will probably have grammar mistakes. And this is my first fan fiction so don't judge harshly🫠

[REQUESTS ARE VERY WELCOME] Welcome one and all to Ro's book of male!reader one-shots! Some will be romantic, some platonic, some of your favs might even be family! The possibilities are (almost) endless, so welcome to Solitary!

Joanna Watson, recently back from war, struggling to get by in the regular world, stumbles across Sheryl Holmes, one frenetic detective looking for a roommate. To evaluate whether Watson is proper roommate material for 221B Baker Street, Holmes drags Joanna deep into the mystery of a series of suicides, straight to the fourth crime scene whether a woman in pink lies dead on the floor. What follows is the start of the legend of Holmes and Watson. Readers: Using the first BBC Sherlock episode, this story explores what the Holmes and Watson story looks like if you genderswap the main characters. Does it matter if Holmes is Sherlock or Sheryline? Is Anderson more annoying as Philip or Philomena? I hope you enjoy my exploration of whether or not gender influences how we tell a story.

I know it's a shitty title, sorry. basically a story where the roles are reversed. meaning john is the detective and sherlock is like drug addicted. im shit at explaining too pls just read the first chapter to find the better explaination.

John and Sherlock find themselves together after an unlikely meeting, their relationship blossoms and they soon find that their fighting all odds in a situation they never saw themselves in.

Sherlock thought that Mycroft was out of secrets regarding their family. Turns out he has one more.

What if John had never met Mary and let grief over Sherlock's 'death' take over. What if when Sherlock was beaten by the Serbian guard, he was a little more injured than he let on to his brother, Mycroft. What happens when the Baker Street Boys meet again?

A diary, of sorts.