Sherlockholmesxjohnwatson Stories

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.

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

(Johnlock) (Mpreg) "One more miracle, Sherlock, for me. Don't be dead." John Watson has been mourning the loss of his best friend for two years. But when he goes to the cemetery on the anniversary of his death, he finds someone he wasn't expecting - the supposedly-dead Sherlock Holmes. John and Sherlock slowly begin to settle back into life together, but between the new dangers they face at every turn, the feelings they finally admit, and a new arrival on the way, John is worried that Sherlock will disappear again - something he can't handle. But Sherlock assures John that he will always love him - until the moon dies out.

A young man comes to Sherlock and John to find help with finding the girl he has fallen in love with and saving her from a marriage her dad has arranged ánd(!!) A new neighbour moves into the apartment next to that of John and Sherlock, and she is definitely not doing aaaanything fishy in her spare time (or something)

After Sherlock Jumps the building, John spirals into depression. WARNING JOHNLOCK

What if there was a world where everyone was born with a name on their wrist, indicating who their soulmate was? And what if John and Sherlock ended up having each other's names? Except the catch would be: only Sherlock knows his real name. I don't own anything that has to do with BBC Sherlock nor any of their characters.

Angsty then fluffy johnlock at the beach. (This is my first fanfic. I don't own anything.)

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.

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

Mary Morstan didn't make it. They said "it was too much for her to handle." Could it be too much for John Watson and Sherlock Holmes to handle? Faced with the sudden challenge of raising a child, on his own, John must decide if his relationship with Sherlock could be something that neither of them, ever dreamed of expecting.

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

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 oneshot. Sherlock is curious about love. Why is he feeling these things?

Sherlock returns to Baker Street 3 years after his alleged suicide, only to be greeted with a very emotional John Watson. Yeah ok, I kinda suck at descriptions. Just read it, it has Johnlock and (eventually) Johnlock smut. Yay. And how bout some Mystrade. Everyone looooves Mystrade, yes? (In later chapters)

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

Fluffy teenlock oneshot with johnlock, a bit of mystrade, and a pool