Love All ( Johnlock )
- LECTURAS 6
- Votos 0
- Partes 2
Continúa10m
Última publicación dom, dic 18, 2016
Two years passed after ,,Big show on roof '', which cause John to feel heart ache, and the Great Detective got back to London.
Their meeting was bloody , literally. It's enough to mention almost broken Sherlock's cheekbones and nose. Well, ... yes, John was bit out of control you know, he's army doctor and a soldier, but Detective understood his blogger's outburst. John had right to feel like this. And so they started to be flatmates again.
John was well informed about adventures of detective in East Europe and how he finally stopped Moriarty's crime web, on the other hand Sherlock got news about unsuccessful John's attempts to enjoy married life which ended without ,,happy ending''. ''Yup, it's divorce''- by popping the P, Sherlock though to himself. But he never asked John what really happened. Actually he didn't wanted to... He was surprised by him being that unwilling ... Feelings and Sherlock?... Could he?....
So it's already 2 years after Sherlock homecoming in Baker street 221b and they're facing new cases of crimes, joy, happiness, problems and maybe something more...
-------- -------- ------- ------ -------- -------- --------- --------- -----
Hello, everyone .
After reading so much fanfictions in Wattpad about Johnlock, I finally made up my mind to post something about that cute and complicated couple :D I just leave to you to decide whatever is good or not. Come what may , I'm not good writer , but still I like it and i have imagination :) So enjoy reading,....I guess ! :D
Todos los derechos reservados
#672
bbcsherlock
Únete a la comunidad narrativa más grandeObtén recomendaciones personalizadas de historias, guarda tus favoritas en tu biblioteca, y comenta y vota para hacer crecer tu comunidad.
Quizás también te guste
I believe in you - Sherlock Fanfiction.
[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.Concluida
rough ashes ;; johnlock
Sherlock Holmes - beautiful and broken and he's got a traumatic past that he vows to keep silent. John Watson - quiet, simple but extraordinary, so he keeps himself buried in books. John finds Sherlock on the vile, horrid streets in the darkest part of london, and helps him. He does not know why, or how, but nevertheless he cares for him. He was never able to pry into much of Sherlock, and vice versa. But over time, slowly and carefully he gets Sherlock to open up. And there he finds his deepest and darkest secret he holds. But as John's world grows enventually, Sherlocks has begun to shrink - and rapidly. How far will John go to save the boy he has come to love completely? With music ;)) (((((triggers!! things like self harm, depression, abuse, suicide!! please be aware that this story is badly written and my first fanfic!!)))Concluida
Nᴏᴛ Gᴀʏ {Tᴇᴇɴ/Jᴏʜɴʟᴏᴄᴋ}
My addition to the fandom is out - and so is John. - In the year 1997, John Watson finds himself at an interview for a job he doesn't need, and then at the same location of a new university flatmate that he initially doesn't want. Meanwhile, Sherlock Holmes is trying to debunk the Scotland Yard's incorrect description of what is actually a group of mass-murders revolving around a small memory-wiping pill. Mr. Holmes needs an assistant, and Mr. Watson needs a companion. Little do either of them know how much they specifically need one another. [I wrote this when I was early in my teenage years. Keeping it up because you like it, but keep in mind it may be riddled with potentially less-than-decent content. Happy reading!]Concluida
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!Concluida
OLD - Sherlock x reader: A consulting detective in love
My first fanfic and my first reader insert so don't kill me. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The story is about You my reader, Your fellow colleague was murdered and during the investigation you met The Consulting detective 'Sherlock Holmes' and his companion 'John Watson'. You and Sherlock clicked instantly but can Sherlock learn the human emotion 'Love'? Or will he block those feelings and stay cold and collected. The mystery of your colleague continues and you become more involved with the case every day and that my dear makes you a target for some or 'The weak-spot of Sherlock Holmes' How will you try to help the to men without becoming a victim yourself...?Concluida
Hunter (Sherlock Fanfiction)
#1 in ynstories (17/07/2022) You are the best assassin in history, the most ruthless, the most efficient of them all. The day you were sent to kill Sherlock Holmes, was the day your life changed. The moment he told you the truth, your whole life changed. What happens when, instead of assassinating the world's best consulting detective, you join him in taking down the organisation who employed you? The organisation that has kept the truth about your whole life a secret? How deep does the rabbit hole go? I've rewritten some of the plot in order for this story to make sense, the start of the story is set in the time inbetween S2E2-E3. Majority of the plot will stay the same. I do not own any of the BBC sherlock characters. I have created OCs (I don't own you obviously but I made the personality for this story). !!SHERLOCKXFEM READER!! !!MENTION OF DRUGS!! !!Trigger warnings: some sensitive topics may be discussed!! !!Maybe smut!! Also it's written in first person view, I find that easier in the moment but in the future if I write other books or a sequel I'll probably try second person or third person This is my first story lol so we'll see where this goes, most characters in the show will be appearing, Sherlock and John being those you spend the most time with but yeah if you like it please share with others :)Concluida
Unbelieving (A Johnlock Fanfiction)
Simply exhausted of all colour. Wasted. I didn't lie down. I didn't blink. I just sat there, staring into nothingness, waiting for something to materialise into my vision. Something. Anything. I had kept Sherlock away. Kept him away from his death, for so long. So long. Little did I know, all he needed was a little jump from a rooftop. It wouldn't take me long either, would it? I wasn't going to die. I needed relief. I needed disconnection. Disorientation. Oblivion. Ignorance. Because ignorance is bliss. It was in my hand, now. Like vengeance disguised in forgiveness. Breathe. Steady. Hold. Control. . . . Now. Pain shot through my arms and my palms, like my nails were being pulled out. It spread like fire, like ice cold fire, still burning like coals. My limbs were numb. I fell onto the bed, my mouth pressed into the sheet at an odd angle. I was too fatigued to change it. Too drowned to change it. Drowned too deep. To change anything. I'd never done this. Was I going to die? It'd be better if I died. What would that feel like? Flying? Better that this I suppose. Don't you think, Sherlock? [TW: IF YOU ARE STRUGGLING WITH PTSD SCHIZOPHRENIA DEPRESSION ANXIETY PANIC DISORDERS DRUGS OR ARE TRIGGERED BY ANYTHING ELSE PLEASE PROCEED WITH DISCRETION. GRAPHIC DESCRIPTIONS OF NEAR- SUICIDAL THOUGHTS AND VIOLENCE AND ZERO CLOSURE LIKE LITERALLY NO CLOSURE]Concluida
Home Is Where My Heart Is, Only With You. (Johnlock)
I thought I could kill the pain. How could I be so stupid? The fall was terrifying. The pain was never ending. But it never ends. It remains, and it will always remain. Hidden. Buried. The dark is so cold. It's so empty, I'm empty, and I have nothing to fill it with anymore. "This love has taken its toll on me, and I have no choice, cause I won't say goodbye anymore...."* A Johnlock (and a little Myry) fanfic full of song references, heartbreak, depression, emptiness, emotion, possible death, and love to cure it all. Will they ever be reunited? And can Sherlock prove to John that he's alive, before John commits a crime neither would recover from? *Song reference: Maroon 5 - This LoveConcluida
Johnlock oneshots
Yep, another one. I know there are lots of fanfictions about Sherlock and John, but they are just so cute and it's just never enough of them (at least in my opinion). So, if you like BBC Sherlock, then check it out if you're bored, it would really help me a lot!❤️ !I do not own the characters, they belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC! And english isn't my native language, so I'm really sorry if there will be any mistakes - which probably will. I hope you'll enjoy!🙃Concluida
A Universe of Possibilities - Teenlock/Johnlock/Mystrade
John Watson just wanted to run away from his abusive home life. He did not intend to get caught by the police, and ultimately be sent to a school for troubled teenagers. He had no idea that he would meet someone there who would change his life forever. Sherlock Holmes just wanted to cure his boredom, and Mycroft Holmes just wanted to protect his brother. Neither of them imagined they'd get caught up in a drug bust, earning them both a spot at Baskerville's School for Troubled Teens. And neither of them expected to meet anyone they actually liked at this school. Nobody expected to fall in love. Nobody expected to be wanted for murder. Life is full of surprises. *Includes johnlock, mystrade, an exciting plot, and lots of Sherlock-Mycroft sibling rivalry*Concluida
[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.
Más detallesPautas de Contenido