Истории Sherlockxjohn

Some of these are really short and very sad. I have warned you.

You remember nothing of your past. But have nightmares of moonless nights and a person that you must have known at some point. You soon hear of a consulting detective who might be able to help. The consulting detective isn't as friendly as he is portrayed though and initially refuses your help. But when he discovers that you could help with a new case, he rethinks. But will he be able to stop what's, no doubt, coming in time?

In the middle of the semi-apocalyptic Coronavirus epidemic, Sherlock gets sick. It's up to John to deal with it.

Whenever Sherlock deletes something from his mind, it appears in John's. This is being cross-posted from my account on Archieve of Our Own :)

Sherlock Holmes was dying. His body slowly beginning to break down. ... John Watson was an aspiring writer, but with a dark past. ... "It's always the unexpected that change our lives." Sherlock Holmes has always had a problem with illness ever since he was diagnosed with cancer when he was seven. After many years have passed Sherlock is now cancer-free and it isn't soon before he bumps into a man called John Watson. The two start to become close until old problems start to resurface and Sherlock starts having to fight for his life.

Coming soon!

John, You asked me once why I loved you. You asked me why someone as extraordinary as me could love someone as ordinary as you. To me John, you are extraordinary. I have never been good at expressing the way I feel about you in words. So instead I have chosen to write it down. These letters explain everything I've ever felt about you, even from before we started dating. If you are reading this than I have finally worked up the courage to show you. I'm glad, you should read these. They are addressed to you after all. With all the love in my otherwise empty heart, Sherlock.

Just a bunch of sherlock/johnlock oneshots lots of angst *ONGOING*

Sherlock looked around the room, walls battered with blood from who knows how many victims this maniac had strung up. "Sherlock, dear?" His rich voice echoed across the room, sending Sherlock shivers that bellowed across his body. "Have you figured it out yet?" He asked yet again. Sherlock stayed still. After all, what could he do? Any movement motioned him to be exactly where the criminal was able to kill him. "Oh god..." The man chuckled, "You haven't, have you? Sherlock Holmes, the smartest man alive, couldn't figure out a simple mystery?" A large clank of metal was heard as the door flew open. "It's raiiiiining..." The man began, advancing towards Sherlock in an agonizingly slow way, "It's poooouring..." The criminal mastermind continued to sing, "Sherrrrrrlock is boooooooring..." "He went to bed, someone shot his head..." "He couldn't get up" "In the mooooorning..." Bang.

A very short Johnlock fanfiction I write a yeare ago! I just found it. Enjoy folks!

(Post Reichenbach Fall) Feet pattering against linoleum floor, he runs for what feels like days on end, every day of the week. Every alarm that rings does so in lieu of bullets raining down on him, each body wheeled into A&E another way to keep his mind moving. He has to keep moving. Lest he dwell on the one man he couldn't save. Or: John has never been the type to settle down, so after Sherlock's death, he throws himself back into work as a doctor in A&E. When that new life is disrupted, though, what comes of it? (can be found on ao3 under the same username!)

Sherlock always resisted anything involving sentiment, but of course a sandy haired bloke had to walk in and change it all. They always ignored their feelings for one another, but suddenly it's become quite different for the both of them. Perhaps something has to be changed?

A johnlock oneshot collection. • • • I don't own Sherlock. I wish I owned him tho. I wouldn't mind that.

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