-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 🥂

"How are you dealing with your Philophobia?" Sherlock asked, completely ignoring John, who looked more confused as ever. "You haven't forgotten about that, have you?" Minerva smiled at him. Nine years ago she had met him and already knew something was special about him. His deduction skills were something she'd never seen before and yet he still remebered her fear of falling in love. "I'm doing fine, Sherlock. How about you?" Sherlock knew what she was hinting at. He had learned that Minerva was a master at reading peoples emotions within seconds. She must have seen the love in his eyes. He recalled her saying: "A look into someones eyes, for even just a second, is enough for me to know exactly what their feeling." Knowing he would lie to her, Sherlock answered: "I'm doing well." "I'm sorry, but what the bloody hell is going on?" John inquired. A little piece from my story. This Fanfic contains Johnlock, two of my Oc's and lots of mysteries. Be prepaaaaaareeeed. *vibes to Be prepared* Bye

[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.

"I guess I'm not normal then." Sherlock scanned me up and down. "No. You're not. You are anything but normal, if I cannot read you, Alice Watson." -------------------------- Alice Watson was the polar opposite of the definition of ordinary. At least, that is what she was told a thousand times by Sherlock Holmes. And it was true. Ever since she joined her brother, John, by moving in with him, her world was turned upside down by the high functioning sociopath. The infamous singer and detective quickly found out that he was not the sort of person that anyone would easily deal with. He was rude, obnoxious, and claimed that he was bored when he did not have a good case. So why should she care for him, when he acts so cold to her? There was something about Sherlock Holmes that drove her to him. Maybe, it was because she understood him better than anyone else, or that she simply saw the good in him. Whatever it was, it worked, and it was the two of them against the world. Both of them were battling enemies, certain cases, and experiencing love for the first time. However, their perfect world changed when an enemy from Alice's past, a certain James Moriarty strikes, Sherlock and Alice are thrown into a dangerous world, in which they would have to make choices to save the ones they love, or else they would have to pay the price of the dangerous consulting criminal. One thing is for sure: the game is on. **WARNING: THIS STORY DOES NOT FOLLOW THE SEQUENCE OF SHERLOCK BBC. I DO NOT OWN ANYONE, EXCEPT ESTHER AND ALICE!** **TRIGGER WARNING: SELF-HARM, SUICIDE, OTHER STRONG THEMES. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, AND IF ANY OF THESE THEMES ARE UNCOMFORTABLE TO YOU, I WOULD NOT RECOMMEND READING MY STORY AS I DON'T WANT TO CAUSE ANYONE FURTHER MENTAL PAIN. THANK YOU!**

**Companion piece to An Unlikely Romance (some chapters will run along side each other from both fics)** John Watson is an army doctor and married to his childhood sweetheart; Mary, who is finally expecting a baby after five years of trying. But after getting shot in Afghanistan, John is invalided home and it's almost like fate as just two days later, Mary is taken to hospital to give birth to their baby. But what will happen when tragedy strikes? A chance encounter with the mysterious Sherlock Holmes could be the start of something amazing.

~book the first~ Hello, reader. My name is Sage. I'm the ex-ward of Mycroft Holmes, currently living with his brother, Sherlock Holmes. I was recently inspired to take account of my adventures the past few years, just in case it's ever needed and because I wanted to. So, enjoy this epic tale of crime, drama, murder, and sarcasm. P.S. Whatever you do with this document, BE CAREFUL. It contains a great deal of insider information and blackmail material. If this were to fall into the hands of Moriarty, I'm afraid we'd be in deep trouble, so it's up to you to keep it safe. /please note: this is a FANFICTION. So a lot of it is FICTION, and doesn't follow the original BBC storyline fact for fact. So please, no comments about how "it happened this way in the show". Thanks./

A BBC SHERLOCK FANFICTION Sherlock never talks about his family, so of course he never talks about her. After nearly a decade away from her brothers, Thea 'Teddy' Holmes returns to her home country. As she attempts to forge a relationship with her brothers once more she comes to realize that she is not the only one wishing to make a connection with them. An enemy in the shadows calls Sherlock's name, wanting to play a game, and Teddy is not exempt from this. The mysterious Moriarty has caught Teddy in his web and she is forced to play her part in The Great Game. As the days go by and the danger grows, however, Teddy begins to wonder if coming home was the right thing to do. Some things should just be left in the dark where they belong. Story Warnings: Violence, mild offensive language, and brief mentions of sex. A/N: I wrote this years ago when I was 13/14. I'm 18 now and I can safely say that my writing has improved dramatically since I wrote this. As the series progresses you will probably notice this. However, I'm too busy to come back and edit this, so I hope you can forgive 14 year old me for her writing. She really did try, and maybe one day I'll come back and fix things up. Other than that, I do hope you'll enjoy Teddy's story and The Deduction Series overall <3 xoxo ~DM

Alexandra "Alex" Watson is the younger sister of John Watson. She comes to stay with him and Sherlock Holmes after escaping from her abusive boyfriend. Slowly, but surely, the two of them become closer. And maybe, just maybe, there's something there that wasn't there before. Disclaimer: I own nothing except for Alex, David, and maybe a few more things that will pop up later. Sherlock, John, and everything/one else belongs to Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss. A/N: This was written three years before season four premiered, so things are gonna differ A LOT. If you are reading this story on any other platform other than Wattpad (excluding websites like fanfiction.net and AO3--in that case please contact me immediately so I can deal with the plagiarism.) you are very likely to be at risk of a malware attck. If you wish to read this story in it's original, safe form, please got to jackskellingtonrulz5's Wattpad page. Thank you.

♪ 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. ♫ ♫ ♫

COMPLETED !! Y/n is a not-so-regular woman, living a life with many unexpected events. But what will happen when she collaborates with Sherlock Holmes? Will she fall in love for Sherlock? How will her evil brother answer to that? "What do you want from me mrs. Holmes?" I ask. "I need you as a colleague. Your talent is immaculate." He says. "No Sherlock! You will not ruin another polite kid!" mrs. Hudson defends me. "Mrs. Hudson this is Sherlock's business. Don't meddle with it." John says. "See what I mean?" mrs. Hudson says. John leads her in her house and close the door behind them. Sherlock is still holding my wrist. "And what makes you think that I want to be your colleague?" I ask him. I don't own any of the characters. I only own y/n, Barton, Michael, y/n's father and Joanne. Thank you for 1K reads!!❤❤