Another Holmes
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Some gay ass sherlock fanfic i wrote back in 2013
"The great Sherlock Holmes and his faithful companion dr John Watson, are left with the task of taking care of his niece who has just lost her mother a few days ago. Is Sherlock capable of taking care of a child, when he has a hard enuf time taking care of himself? Read more to find out."
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It's not the fall that kills you.
Kill me, Kill me some more, Put me in a blender or the ground then dig me up, School is shit, People are shit, Life is shit, Everything but Music, Magic and Me is shit. Everything except for those three M's and reading/writing about the one and only amazing dysfunctional high-functioning sociopathic man that can deduce the last time you wiped your arse from a hair on your dirty left shoe. There will be a shit ton of angst and sadshit here prepare your tissuebox. :) I will not be fucking writing smut for you fucking dirty twisted horny bastards, you can imagine that shit by yourself. PREFRENCES EXIST MATE I wrote this for an English Assessment god help my poor mentally ill brainKumpleto
To the Ends of this Earth
Description inside. (ok this fic has so much angst you'll probably drown in it but if you're down for a roller coaster ride then you came to the right place)Kumpleto
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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!]Kumpleto
Soulmates // Johnlock
-Johnlock Fanfic- 🍩-What if in an alternate reality people have visual signs of soulmates identity? Names written on their wrists? 🍪-And what if William Sherlock Scott Holmes has a mysterious name in his wrist that he cannot find it's owner?-"Who names their kid Hamish?"-Although for him is easy having liberal parents that aren't homophobic. 🍘-But for John H. Watson it is different!- "William? A BOY!"-His parents are flustered and after Harriet (Johns sister) they are even more! 🥯-John doesn't believe in these kind of stuff and has given up before even starting and Sherlock is married to his work. But John is looking for a flatmate and Mike takes him to Sherlock... 🥮-After the worst case John has ever faced a certain detective tries to cheer his blogger by filling up a Christmas to-do list which was given him for a reason! Read to learn more about this awesome 'way' of them finding each other and their happiness -'Because sometimes when you don't look for it...It finds it's way to you!'- Enjoy 🥂Kumpleto
Johnlock - Do I Wanna Know?
This fanfic is based off a Fanvid I saw on YouTube. I give the owner full credit for the idea, I just wanted to write it out as a fic. Although, I put my own twists on this story and it's original video plot. The main scenario and the way things play out are almost the same as in the video. But I decided to put Lestrade, a little bit of Anderson, Donovan, and Mrs. Hudson in this as well. Mycroft and Mary are also in this. And some other characters from the show are mentioned in this. I didn't want to leave too many people out! John Watson is a high school teacher. Sherlock Holmes is one of his students. Somehow, John falls for the kid. But John is married, so his little (illegal) affair ends, badly. Three years later, John moves to London and is offered a place to stay after his nasty divorce, but, he'll be rooming with none other than his old student. Warning: Smut and Angst xxKumpleto
Sherlock X Reader One Shots
No AI! ✊ [[UPDATED: recently]] ✨ 30+ 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 ✨ Each 'one shot' is usually over 20,000 words, so they're more like short stories. Basically, I watched the BBC version of the show, saw the rare moments where Sherlock was funny, expressive, passionate, eccentric and thought, "That's adorable and sexy, what if we could have that for the WHOLE SHOW?" And here we are. ___ I do not write in first person. There will be no 'I smile at him---' or 'He takes your hand---' here. Every story is third-person omnipresent. ___ In this book: - Join Sherlock on cases - Visit his parents in the countryside - Go on dates - Cook together - Look after some animals - Have cosy nights in - Comfort him - Have HIM comfort YOU. 🎀 Don't be afraid to make a request! I'm an AO3 veteran, so I've seen it all 😉🤣 ___ - Female reader - Set around season one, in most of these Y/N is renting the spare room in 221B after John moved out with a random girlfriend that I made up and never mention - No death, drugs, smoking, gore, blood, mental illness etc. - I'll label chapters that have intimate scenes, there will be 18+ content 🤎 No trigger warnings apply; just feel good vibes 🤎 See table of contents (first chapter) for one-shot plot summaries. NO AI GUARANTEE! I promise that I will never and have never used artificial intelligence (apart from the spelling checker that comes with Word) to write my stories. This entire book came from my human brain, and the source material (the BBC) of which it's based (also thought up by humans). Thank you for supporting human art 🩷 This story complies with Wattpad's new guidelines. All characters are consenting adults. While there are intimate scenes, they support the wider plot and are the minority.
30 Days. (Part 1 of the 30 Days fanfic series)
Empty. Baker Street, and the entirety of the City of London, is empty. The streets are no longer busy with cars or pedestrians; it's deserted. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are the only people around. But they're not alone. The Diseased---people who have caught a strange, rabid-like disease go into a state of madness in which they have the lust to kill anyone they come across---litter the streets. And John is one of them. When Sherlock comes from being in his Mind Palace for longer than he thought for a case he was solving, he finds out that a sudden apocalypse has taken over London, and a mysterious disease has plagued half the population, and they litter the streets. To his horror, John is somehow caught with the disease. The consulting detective finds himself on the most dangerous, and overwhelming case he has ever been on, one that will test his love for John. And that case is to find a cure for his best friend before he loses him to the strange, apocalyptic disease forever. And Sherlock is prepared to walk right through hell, if it means finding a cure for the one man he loves most in the world. ⚠️ ***TRIGGER WARNING*** ⚠️ This fanfic is rated M for a reason! Will contain..... -Swearing -Violence -Gore -Drug references -Sexual content -Suggestions of abuse If you are triggered by any of this, then I advise you to NOT read it! I don't want anyone reporting my story because they failed to notice it's rated M and didn't care to read the warning here. "Why all of that, though?" you may be wondering. Well, it's the apocalypse, and in an apocalypse.....all kinds of shit can happen. Am I right? And I tend to be a little dark sometimes.Kumpleto
Detective Holmes
Sherlock, John, and Mary live finely till Mary unearths some secrets that jeopardize her unborn baby. When a case leads to the killing of Mary Watson, John and Sherlock are left to pick each other's pieces back up, and rebuild the other. It's gay, btwKumpleto
Kill me, Kill me some more, Put me in a blender or the ground then dig me up, School is shit, People are shit, Life is shit, Everything but Music, Magic and Me is shit. Everything except for those three M's and reading/writing about the one and only amazing dysfunctional high-functioning sociopathic man that can deduce the last time you wiped your arse from a hair on your dirty left shoe. There will be a shit ton of angst and sadshit here prepare your tissuebox. :) I will not be fucking writing smut for you fucking dirty twisted horny bastards, you can imagine that shit by yourself. PREFRENCES EXIST MATE I wrote this for an English Assessment god help my poor mentally ill brain
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