Mrshudson Stories

[UPLOADING 2025] Here you dream in tweed coat collars and violin strings. Footsteps on stairs. Tea gone cold. A voice - clipped, clever, familiar - saying your name like it matters. Oneshots|Short Stories|Easy-Readers|Fluff A Sherlock Holmes Story About Love, Murder, and Mild Inconveniences. 221B Baker Street, home of the Great Sherlock Holmes and Y/n S/n.

Rebekah's life is full of tragedy Her mother died in a car accident ( so cliche ) Her father is an abusive drunk ( typical ) But that all changes when she meets Sherlock Holmes and Dr John Watson on one rainy day. WARNING- This story contains , violence , slight gore , abuse and sexual themes

Sherlock and John are working on a tricky case with the loss of Mary still hanging over them. Their friendship has been unstable lately, but will that change now? And if so, for the better or the worse? {{ This is a Johnlock fic }}

"John," A tired voice mumbles from the doorway. John turns in the desk chair to find a rough looking Sherlock wrapped in a blanket. "Yes, Sherlock?" John asks gently. "Why is it so cold?" He asks, "Its 25 degrees, I should not be this cold." John stands up, and places the back of his hand on Sherlocks forehead. "You're burning up!" John exclaims simply. "So?" The taller of the two asks. "You're sick, Sherlock." John rolls his eyes. "Oh, if that's all I think I'll go then." "Sherlock! This very well could be from your addiction!" John says, trying to persuade the other to rest. "I'm not addicted if I'm in control," Sherlock reminds John. Sighing, John puts power and authority into his voice, "You are going to rest and I am going to take care of you. And that's final." With a more than slight blush on his face, Sherlock agrees. A lovely little story where Sherls Morphine addiction comes back to haunt him. Along with a ghost from the past. Don't come at, I'm not British. But I am trying to do research(for this story) on the sickness you can get from Morphine addiction, it can be very serious and sometimes fatal. I would not suggest being addicted to Morphine. IM BY NO MEANS AN EXPERT! DONT QUOTE ME! "but that one author on Wattpad didnt mention that symptom in their story! So obviously I'm not addicted and dont need help!" NO DONT DO THAT! I dont mean to copy anyones ideas, sorry if you think I am. And sadly, I dont own the Sherlock characters. I found the cover on google, it's not mine and I dont know who's it is but it's awesome so im using it. If anyone knows who made it or can find out or did make it, just let me know. I hope you enjoy my story!

(Y/N) (L/N) and the Holmes brothers didn't exactly get along. They always disapproved of her using her genius in music instead of in something worthwhile. She told them she'd prove them wrong one day. And she did. (Y/N) is known internationally for her music. People praise her skills for being able to play multiple instruments. To celebrate her success, (Y/N) is planning her first tour, kicking it off in her hometown; London. Soon everything falls to pieces. Her violinist just quit on her and she has no backup. With no other options, she turns to Sherlock for help. -Completed- {BBC Sherlock belongs to Mark Gatiss, Steven Moffat, Stephen Thompson} {Original Sherlock characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle} {Please Do Not Steal My Work.} {This is what I like to call an 'albumfic' instead of a 'songfic'. If you're a fan of both Dodie Clark and BBC's Sherlock, this is the place for you.}

Did I just create a FOURTH fandom meme bo- Yes. I did. I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING. ALL CREDIT GOES TO THE ORIGINAL CREATORS Except I've made like a few of the memes but I'll mention that

Every chapter will have an attached image from the wonderful people on tumblr who come out with all the headcannons you could possibly want. That's it, nothing special. DISCLAIMER SONG OF ITALLLY: I do not own BBC's Sherlock characters or such like. I also do not own the image and the prompts are from tumblr. Enjoy!

Either 'scenes' I cut from the original ISWS book or, as it says, little oneshots about the times the characters spent together :) Cover by @JordanDefrati

"I hope you would be here and hugged me tightly and you would never let me go." Daire Lightbourne travels from Haslemere to London. She has finally moved away from her parents. She's looking for a new flatmate, which she surprisingly finds. Sounds like a good start to a new friendship in my ears.

Imagines about everyone of my husbands 😂

It's a rainy day like any other. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are at 221B Baker street, solving crimes. The things that happened at Sherrinford are gone, but not completely forgotten. Everything is fine now... Until somebody knocks on the door. ____________________________________ The events of this story take place after The Final Problem. I do NOT own any of the BBC Sherlock characters in this story.

John has only a year left to live. The news leaves Sherlock distraught and broken, but Sherlock makes a vow to make the last year of John's life the best year he's ever had. This is Sherlock's last vow.

That fateful day started simply enough. He simply had to go to the store to get some more food. John Watson didn't know that, that day, his entire would come crashing down around him. A bit of Johnlock for ya! I hope it makes this more successful than my other book. DISCLAIMER: Sadly, I did not make the lovely cover art, nor do I own Sherlock or any of the characters or places.

Sherlock Holmes (Benedict Cumberbatch) breaks down in front of his dear doctor, John Watson (Martin Freeman) and hides his hurt, letting only Gregory Lestrade (Rupert Graves) in on his secrets after letting them both witness a little of what is really going on on in that brilliant yet broken mind of his... -This story consists of mainly THIRD PERSON writing and some FIRST PERSON writing. - WARNING ⚠ RAPE SCENES. You have been warned so no hating.

Life was simple for John Watson- well as simple as solving crimes with a sociopath could be. But things soon become complicated when Joh figures out some confusing news. This is a story of, you guessed it, Sherlock and John. It is my first actual fanfic, so I did my best. I would like it if you would leave feedback. I obviously don't own any of the characters, that's all BBC. Thanks for reading, enjoy!

On Sherlock's 16th birthday,they kidnapped the wrong one, and I am so glad they did because there's nothing I wouldn't do to keep him safe. 20 years have passed and I'm finally back. I know he'll recognise me. "Hola,mon cherie!"I announce and then a fist collides with my face. What a warm welcome! Disclaimer: I don't own Sherlock Holmes- Arthur Conan Doyle does. I just own this story and the way I portray pre-existing characters. Will include swearing with asterisks like all my stories. Follows my own plot.

Just little snippets of conversation between the highly-functioning Sociopath and his blogger flatmate. (I do not own the Sherlock Holmes books or TV series because if I did we would not be waiting 2 years for a new season to be released. *cough* Moffat *cough*) This story can also be found on my account PenguinsCanFly on archiveofourown.org! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “You need to stop leaving dead bodies in the kitchen, Sherlock.” “Correction, John. They are severed heads not bodies.”

What happens when Sherlock Holmes needs help ? He visits his friend The Specialist also known as Horizon White

Gabriel Hooper, that was her name, Gabe for short. People called her "Londons badass". She was a woman of many secrets. When they talked about her they'd say that she could make spirits salute, Angels bow and Devils kneel, for Gabriel Hooper is a dangerous woman. When the unexpected happens leading her to rent her mother's friend Martha Hudson's upstairs flat in central London, what adventures will she go on and what will she discover about her 'evil' twin sister? Read to find out! (Basically my version of season 5)

John Watson had been having a hard time coping with Sherlock Holmes's death. So when Sherlock miraculously reappears in the flat one day, why does John take it so well?