Johnlock: It's Three A.M by AgeOfDarkness413, literature
Literature
Johnlock: It's Three A.M
It's three A.M,
And I don't know,
Where you are.
I stare at the ceiling,
So blank, so endless,
And I cry.
Your voice,
It seeps into my mind,
Like a vice.
I want to take a hold of it,
And never let it go.
I dream that you are still here,
Speaking to me in that rough voice,
That I have come to love,
Over time.
It's three A.M,
And I don't know what to do.
The bottle in my hand,
It keeps returning to my lips,
Empty.
I go get a new bottle.
The silence is breaking me,
The ticking of the clock,
Choking me,
Burning me,
Killing me.
Tick, tock,
Tick, tock,
Tick...
Tock.
I cho
Sleep Deprived (Sherlockxreader) by callmewinchester, literature
Literature
Sleep Deprived (Sherlockxreader)
“(y/n) turn off that game. You need to sleep.”
“I can’t stop now Sherlock. I just unlocked a new mission!” You didn’t even turn away from the TV when you answered Sherlock and that made him even more annoyed than he already was.
“That’s not important now turn it off,” he demanded.
“Sherlock there is dragon burning down villages. I think that qualifies as important.”
“(y/n) its four in the morning and you’ve been there for nearly seventeen hours. It normally wouldn’t matter but seeing as you haven’t slept for forty-eight hours you need to stop.”
The night walker (Johnlock) by holster262, literature
Literature
The night walker (Johnlock)
When sleeping, people can have habits, habits of when you eat certain foods, you sleep talk, have nightmares, and even sleep walk. Having them, its completely normal, as any habit would be but, in the Holmes household.
It was weird, disturbing, because they hadn't ever experienced, the normal, the usual. The usual would be murders and loud bumps in the night, showing that sherlock was bored or excited.
So when one of the habits, did happen. None of the husbands, were to know that Mrs Hudson at 4 in the morning, would clean their house whilst asleep.
O.O.O.O
Sherlock was the one to find her, it was his normal urges waking to noises but when
A Sociopath's First Mate (Contest Entry) by HermioneFrost, literature
Literature
A Sociopath's First Mate (Contest Entry)
"Avast, Mycroft!" young Sherlock hollered, running down the hall, his short, dark brown curls bouncing under a violet bandana.
"Under no such circumstances, Sherlock!" his older brother cried, sprinting in desperate retreat.
Sherlock snickered as the daring chase pursued. His ebony coat flailed around corner after corner. Mycroft scampered down the wooden stairs, breath hitched and forehead dotted with sweat. He pivoted from the polished railing and glimpsed behind his shoulder. His dreaded swashbuckling sibling was hot on his tail.
"Ye be a lowly bilge rat if ye think ye can outrun me!" the youngest Holmes yelled. He brandi
Watson X Reader :Oneshot: Soldier by munch1111, literature
Literature
Watson X Reader :Oneshot: Soldier
London. A new life, a new name. Or at least that's what you had hoped it would be. The psychiatrist told you a new place might help keep the war off your mind. In truth it will never leave. Every time you looked in a mirror the scar that runs down your cheek, is a reminder. But that won't change today.
You fix up your (h/l)(h/c) hair, and throw on your jeans and a casual t-shirt. You grab your jacket and head to the market.
Whilst at the market you were able to get all you needed, which wasn't all that much. You stood in line of the self check-out a vaguely familiar elderly fellow stood in front of you. He seemed to be having trouble.
"Her
Sherlock x reader :Oneshot: Heart by munch1111, literature
Literature
Sherlock x reader :Oneshot: Heart
The quiet pitter patter drum of the light rain on your umbrella was the only sound on the quiet Baker street. The gentle breeze pulled at the paper clipping that was in your hand. You double check the address on the paper.
Sherlock Holmes.
Consulting detective.
221b Baker street.
As you are mustering up the courage to knock on the black door, the quiet clicking of footsteps interupted your train of thought. One set of steps, no two. You didn't bother to look. 'Probably just a couple heading home from a date.' You thought when a voice cut through.
"Can I help you?" It was a man. You turned to see t
Rekindling The Flame [ Sherlock x Reader ] Chpt. 1 by Caligo-Loki-Love, literature
Literature
Rekindling The Flame [ Sherlock x Reader ] Chpt. 1
“You are going to visit her.”
“No.”
Mycroft let out an irritated sigh, rubbing both his temples. His brother could be so childish. “Mother wants them at Christmas dinner. You must speak with her.”
Sherlock huffed, rolled his eyes and crossed his arms defiantly over his chest. He was not going to go see you. He refused to to leave 221B. If his mother really wanted to see you, she would have to ask herself. He was not going.
“I am not going to see her. We have done quite well avoiding each other for the past-”
“Eight years, Sherlock. Eight years old.”
His jaw locked at the refere
(Moriarty X Reader) Nightmare by Nikkaliah, literature
Literature
(Moriarty X Reader) Nightmare
Flashes of images raced across your vision.
One minute you were running from unseen terrors, the next you were hanging off the edge of a cliff, your fingers slipping. And then you were free falling through the air for what seemed like eternity's, and next you were watching your childhood home go up in flames.
Then suddenly everything stopped, until you heard a clicking noise behind you. You turned around to see your Jim, battered and broken on his knees, with a masked assailant pointing a gun at his head. Before you could even think to scream, there was a loud bang and a gush of red that soaked your entire world...
You were jolted awake, br