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Unexpected

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Reads 5,834
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Parts 12
Time 49m

suicidalxcrazedxlion

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Sherlock... Finally someone in Moriarty's size, not literally of course. Damn he was so sexy back then at the pool. Moriarty still felt arousal rising when he thought about the moment Sherlock lowered the gun onto the bomb. He wondered how it would have felt. His blood, mixed with the one of the master detective. Two consultants, one for crime and one for solving it, united in an explosion of heat and fire. Oh yeah, in his own twisted way, Moriarty definitely had a crush on Sherlock. Why else would he let this man get stalked like crazy? Sherlock was his first real opponent, his game partner. 
And he was the reason why it all collapsed. 

Just another Sheriarty ff that kept me busy at night :)


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suicidal stuff, violence, rape and angstAll Rights Reserved

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Haunted by the Past || Johnlock ✔ by paulineholmes_02

He was looking at Sherlock Holmes. Yet not the one he would have expected. Distinctive changeable eyes, lined by a row of long dense lashes, showed an expression of a wild animal standing in the glare of approaching headlights. Of a man driven into a corner. Simply expressed, an expression of pure horror, something you don't see on a famous consulting detective most of the time. John opened his mouth, but after a realisation that he has no idea of what he wanted to say, he closed it again. He wasn't welcomed by a mutilated, smashed face. The severed spine could be ruled out straight away, and he seemed to have all his limbs as well. He felt an endless relief when he saw solid, uninjured skin where the blood flowed the last time. Nevertheless, the scene he was offered tugged the carpet under his feet and he had to admit (if a bit grudgingly) that Mycroft was right-he did not exaggerate when warning him it might be a shock. Trigger warnings: This story contains references to violence and its description, and also deals with self-esteem issues and body image. If something triggers you, please proceed with caution or reconsider if you want to continue reading. PS: English isn't my native language and I'm a bit unsure of my style, but I hope you will like it. Enjoy the story!

Lost Girl 🔍 (Sherlock x Reader) [EDITING] by Existentialism6

You and John Watson were old flames back in your high school year. Thankfully, when you broke up, you still remained friends. That was, until the year of the war came around. While John went to war, you began to tend to your dying sister, who you knew only had a few more years. John and you kept in touch, but the letters started to get more and more infrequent as the war began to get more and more brutal. After your sister died, you moved to London, hoping for a fresh start and to eliminate any memories of your her. The next thing you know, three people get murdered right before your eyes, and guess who shows up to inspect? John Watson. And his friend, Sherlock Holmes. You took a liking to Sherlock, despite his arrogance and sociopathic tendencies, and you slowly begin to see his feelings that he hides underneath his shell. When he sees how clever you are, Sherlock also takes a liking to you, but tries his hardest to hide it. He knows that sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. Now you, Sherlock and John Watson are solving cases together, but what happens when the person you fear most shows up and starts to torment John and Sherlock.

Rules on the Fridge [A BBC Sherlock Holmes Fanfiction] (Completed) by SmotheredPsycho

♪ First Names are for Lovers ♪ Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, living in a dated, shared flat with bullet holes in the wall, a skull on the mantle, and an absolutely catastrophic kitchen. It wasn't hard to get along, usually. John could handle Sherlock's bluntness and absolute disregard - or lack of knowledge - for people's feelings or sentiment. And Sherlock could handle John's questions about everything he said. John Watson: An army doctor, stationed in Afghanistan, shot in the leg, put out of commission. Psychosomatic limp; magically gone when he went on a case with Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes: High-functioning sociopath, and the only Consulting Detective in the world. He could read people, he could see crimes in the crime-scene; he could win. ♫ ♫ ♫ Sherlock Holmes went off the rails. He did an experiment that got him hospitalized after John found him on the scene. Lines were crossed. Rules were made. Everything was on the line - concentration on cases slowly dwindled, priorities were mixed, and absolutely everything was spinning. ♫ ♫ ♫ Good habits, bad habits, and everything in between. You have good habits, sure, and they have to be balanced out with bad habits. For most people, that's taking your vitamins every day crossed with cracking your knuckles. For Sherlock Holmes that was catching criminals and putting his life at serious risk every time. ♫ ♫ ♫

Moriarty's Musician by MerriEvans

He was a supervillain, brilliant and ruthless. For James Moriarty, fortune and power had become so easy, it was boring. But not for long. Now the Great Game was getting interesting. Annabelle Watson didn't have a clue how important she was in his plan to crush Sherlock Holmes and anyone else who stood in his way. But she would know soon. She would help him. And he might even let her live. She did, after all, play the most beautiful music. 🎶 ~*~*~*~*~*~* [Just a peek] Moriarty lowered the blade just as Annabelle grabbed his face and kissed him with as much force as she could summon. But as her desperate kiss continued, it was Moriarty's turn to be shocked. A smoldering desire buried long ago started unravelling in him. His free hand slid up her spine to grasp the back of her head and press her lips into his, while his hand with the knife encircled her waist. And as he held her there, Moriarty's kiss grew deeper, a passion igniting that he had a hard time controlling.

Johnlock Fluff (mostly) Oneshots by GayMultifandomChild

Pretty much what it says on the tin. There will be happy, cute, fluffy oneshots, but others will be sad and angsty. My writing is trash, but it's high quality trash. Harry and Glyn (from school) - you have read this before, please do not read it again or I will have the incentive to hurt you Please don't steal my ideas (unless I'm using a prompt) without giving credit and/or asking first :) I do not and will not write smut. Requests are closed indefinitely unless I miraculously rejoin the fandom. I do not own the characters or some of the plot. All of the characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC, or they are based off of people I know in real life. Enjoy :)

I'll Give You My Forever by SherlockedKilljoy

Sherlock Holmes, Consulting Detective. John Watson, Army Doctor. Neither of them thought that they would fall for the other. But when feelings finally come to surface, tensions bubble and hearts break. But on the plus side, maybe they could get past all the drama for once? Nah. Sherlock has enemies, and they know John is his heart. What will happen throughout the ups and downs of their relationship? Ready for the story? (Book one of the Forever Trilogy)

Consequences of Flirting (Teacher x Student) by Wholockedjohnout

Jim Moriarty is in his last year of high school. He'd managed to get this far with minimal drama, largely due to the fact that he had no friends. This meant that he had no one around to tell him that flirting had consequences. Especially when it was with a teacher. Sheriarty BBC Sherlock Teacher x Student Fluff tw - non consensual "smut" (not too graphic or explicit), panic attacks, depression, death (mentioned)

What a Difference a Day Makes by tisforpterodactyl

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Haunted by the Past || Johnlock ✔

He was looking at Sherlock Holmes. Yet not the one he would have expected. Distinctive changeable eyes, lined by a row of long dense lashes, showed an expression of a wild animal standing in the glare of approaching headlights. Of a man driven into a corner. Simply expressed, an expression of pure horror, something you don't see on a famous consulting detective most of the time. John opened his mouth, but after a realisation that he has no idea of what he wanted to say, he closed it again. He wasn't welcomed by a mutilated, smashed face. The severed spine could be ruled out straight away, and he seemed to have all his limbs as well. He felt an endless relief when he saw solid, uninjured skin where the blood flowed the last time. Nevertheless, the scene he was offered tugged the carpet under his feet and he had to admit (if a bit grudgingly) that Mycroft was right-he did not exaggerate when warning him it might be a shock. Trigger warnings: This story contains references to violence and its description, and also deals with self-esteem issues and body image. If something triggers you, please proceed with caution or reconsider if you want to continue reading. PS: English isn't my native language and I'm a bit unsure of my style, but I hope you will like it. Enjoy the story!