#John Watson fanfiction

[sherlockfanthings]

That's my very first fanfiction, I've been writing it for a long time now but never really dared to post it. It's a very long story and I'll update it in maaany parts. Hope you like it. Btw. english isn't my first language but I hope you like it anyway.

Summary: Sherlocks little sister Holly comes home broken and traumatised. John is there to help her.

Trigger warning ⚠️

Mention of rape

Mention of blood and injuries

The broken Holmes

Chapter 1

The sun hadn't even risen yet and the otherwise busy streets of London were almost eerily empty apart from a few people. Between nurses just coming off the night shift and other shift workers making their way to work, a young girl walked with her head down and her dress torn. She had wrapped her thin, goosebump-covered arms tightly around her trembling body and hid her face behind her dark brown curls. She kept an extra distance from the few people who approached the teenager and tried to get home as quickly as possible without attracting too much attention, even though she occasionally received one or two sceptical glances on the way. However, the girl in question was not a normal, unknown teenager, but the little sister of probably the most famous detective of all time, Sherlock Holmes. Her name is Holly Elisabeth Holmes and she lives with her big brother and his flatmate John Watson at 221B Baker Street. This was exactly where the girl was travelling to, hoping not to be discovered by the numerous surveillance cameras of her eldest brother, Mycroft.

John Watson, who had to make his way to his surgery in less than half an hour, was unaware of any of this as he poured his freshly brewed coffee into his cup with his eyes still half closed. Despite his slowly dwindling tiredness, the doctor was quite relaxed that morning, as Baker Street was quiet for a change. The main reason for this was the absence of his best friend, who had left for Saint Barth's an hour ago to examine a corpse. Normally he would already be in the kitchen, driving John crazy with his experiments or deductions. Holly wasn't home either, as she had spent the night at a friend's house after a party at school and wouldn't be back until lunchtime at the earliest. At least that's what John thought.

The blond man sat down in the cosy red armchair in front of the fireplace with his mug and the daily newspaper to pass the time until he had to go to work. For quite a while, the doctor enjoyed the silence, which was only occasionally broken by a passing car or the turning of a page in the newspaper. He was so focused on the article about a case he had solved together with Sherlock that he didn't even notice the knock on the door. It was only when the knock came a little louder than before in the living room that John took his eyes off the paper and listened into the silence. For a brief moment, he thought he was imagining the noise, but when he heard it a third time, he stood up sceptically. Normally, clients didn't come in this early and if they did, they would use the bell if Sherlock hadn't just put it in the fridge.

Driven by curiosity, the doctor made his way down the old, slightly creaky steps to the front door and opened it carefully.

When John's gaze fell on Holly, his eyes widened and the tiredness from before was completely gone. "I-I didn't want to wake Mrs Hudson, that's why I knocked," was the first thing the girl said in a shaky voice, even though that fact didn't matter at the moment. The girl had bruises on her face, a split lip and blood on her white dress.

"Honey, what happened?" the man wanted to know, ignoring the teenager's previous statement. John watched as Holly just started to shake her head and became even more concerned when he saw hot tears running down her pale face. "Come in first and then we'll talk," the blonde decided. He wanted to calm the girl down a little by putting his hand on her shoulder, but he would never have expected the reaction that followed. At the exact moment his warm hand touched her cold shoulder, Holly suddenly flinched and took a step backwards until her back hit the wall. She held her hands protectively in front of her and the rest of her body literally shook with fear. "P-please don't!" the brunette sobbed, while John looked down in complete shock at his best friend's sister, who he had never seen like this before. "Holly? What's wrong? Please talk to me, otherwise I can't help you." John tried again, but took a step back to be on the safe side. Holly didn't answer, but just slumped powerlessly onto the icy cold stone floor of the stairwell. With every sob that escaped the girl, the doctor's heart contracted painfully in his chest. He had known Holly for many years now and to him she was also like a little sister, which was why it hurt him so much to see the otherwise so cheerful girl with her bloodstained dress crying so bitterly on the floor of Baker Street. Perplexed, he ran his hand through his sandy blonde hair. "Holly, please. I can see you're hurt and you're already shivering with cold. Please tell me what's wrong. I promise you this will stay between us for now." The doctor tried again and crouched down a few metres away from the girl so as not to stand over her so threateningly. He gave Holly a little time before she finally told him what had happened with deep sobs. "I-I was at the party and someone put something in my cup." The girl's voice broke in two, but she forced herself to keep talking. "T-the next thing I remember, I was lying in a bed. E-he touched me John! More than that! And I was so scared." John furiously clenched his hands into fists as he realised what the teenager was telling him. "I-I swear I didn't go with him willingly. You have to believe me!" The girl was almost screaming with panic that John was angry with her. "Oh God, Holly, I know that. I promise I'm not mad at you." he explained quickly, hoping to calm the teenager down. "Who was he?" He finally asked with a murderous look on his face. "I-I can't remember." The girl replied again with a sob. Whilst John wanted nothing more than to find out who this man was and do unspeakable things, he knew his first priority was Holly. "Sweetheart, we need to go to the surgery together and get you checked out." The girl backed even further away from the wall and shook her head in panic. "Holly, I know you're scared, but you have to trust me. The drugs in your body could have serious consequences if we don't find out which ones you've been given. Besides, you have blood on your dress and it's important to know if you've been seriously injured." Holly had known her brother's flatmate for so long now that she knew he wouldn't give up trying to persuade her. Not if she could be hurt in any way. The curly-haired girl realised that the doctor was right about everything he'd said, but she really couldn't think straight at the moment. "If you want, I can ask Sarah if she can examine you. Maybe it'll be easier for you then, as you both know each other," suggested John, fervently hoping that the girl would soon give in, as he was slowly running out of arguments. When Holly shook her head again, crying, John sighed. He could fully understand the teenager's panic and fear and knew that her behaviour was more than justified, but he couldn't let up. After all, he was only doing this to protect her. The doctor had hoped not to threaten the already distraught girl, but he had no other choice. "I was hoping to avoid that, but if you don't come with me now, I'll have to tell Sherlock to help me get you to the surgery."

I hope it wasn't a complete disaster. Thanks for reading the first part of my story.

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Deep/Fun Questions to Ask!

Do you like watching sunsets?

Have you ever started a rumor?

What makes you laugh hard?

What's the last concert you went to?

If you believed in it, what would you be reincarnated to?

What's your current vocal stim?

What shirt are you wearing?

Who or what is on your mind?

What are your favorite pair of shoes?

What would easily win you over if someone gave you it?

What three words describe you?

What's a funny memory you have?

Do you have any drunk stories?

What's one thing you own that you're sure no one else has?

Do you have any superstitions?

What is your guilty pleasure?

What weird thing do you do when you're alone?

What is the worst food you've ever had?

What fictional character would you bring to life if you could?

If you could join a career immediately, what would it be?

What keeps you going during the day?

Current song on repeat?

Funniest inside joke?

What's your favorite piece of jewelry you own?

Favorite niche topic?

What fandom are you currently in?

Most controversial take?

Favorite ship and why?

Do you have any piercings or tattoos, and what are they?

What is your worst & best quality?

[noodles-and-tea]

WE ARE SO BACK WE ARE SO BACK

[children-of-moss]

Writing johnlock fanfic on my calculator, now I just have to see how to access ao3 from it

[saraakpotter]

She is my girlfriend(BBC Sherlock x reader)

summery: 3 times Sherlock lied about being your boyfriend and the time he made it real warnings: i think none but there are spoilers on the show if you haven't watched it yet genre: fluff p.s: i added some scenes and changed some dialogues in some parts.

number one: during 'the blind banker'

you were a detective. you went on cases with Sherlock and John. now you had to go into Eddie Van Coon's apartment.

"they are new to the apartment aren't they?" you said.

Sherlock smirked: "yes, they are"

"how are you so sure?" John asked

Sherlock points at the name on the doorbell.

"maybe they changed it." John said.

"no one would do that" you said and Sherlock rang.

"hello?" a woman's voice said some moments later

"ummm, hello miss, we are your downstairs neighbors. i don't know if you know us." Sherlock said

"uh, umm, no. we are new" the woman said.

"well, me and my girlfriend forgot our key's in our apartment" Sherlock said wrapping one arm around you and you rose an eyebrow but quickly played along.

"oh, do you want me to open the door for you?" the woman asked

"yeah, ummm, could we come from your balcony?" Sherlock asked.

"the balcony?!" the woman said surprised and Sherlock nodded.

after she left you came out of his arms.

"your girlfriend?" you asked with a raised eyebrow and John chuckled.

"oh, please. it had to be believable." he said.

"uh-huh" you said

number 2: during 'a scandal in Belgravia'

"punch me in the face" Sherlock said

"punch you?" John said

"yes, punch me in the face. didn't you hear me?"

"i always hear 'punch me in the face' when you talk but it's usually subtext" John says

"yeah" you agreed and then, without another word you punched Sherlock in the face.

"i always wanted to do that" you joke

"ouch" Sherlock says "ok..." he starts but gets cut of by another punch by John.

"you are right! i think i did too" John says chuckling making Sherlock roll his eyes.

after forcing Kate, Irene's assistant to open the door you entered the house.

"who is the beautiful lady?" Kate asked with a fake smile

"oh, i..." you started but Sherlock cut you off

"she is my girlfriend" he says

"oh" Kate's fake smile fades and she walks to the room asking you to follow.

"i literally just punched you in the face" you whispered

"i asked you to" he says and you tried to hide your smile

number three: during 'the hounds of Baskerville'(i added this scene)

"hi" Sherlock says sitting next to a random costumer at the bar.

"hello, what's the problem?" the man said

"well, me and my girlfriend are here for vacation and we heard whispers about a huge dog in this town. in the woods." he says

"we made a bet. i said there is no such a thing and he disagrees" you played along

"so, you are here more often right? we wanted to know which one of us will win" Sherlock said placing a hand around your shoulders to make it look more realistic.

"oh, oh, this is way more than a dog. it's a monster. you should believe in it." the man says and then he turns to look at you "of course i don't want to scare a pretty woman like you"

you rolled your eyes and Sherlock glared at him and left before he could finish.

"ok, thank you for your help." he says trying to act unbothered.

"wow, you don't have to be so overprotective" the man say making you smirk and Sherlock roll his eyes.

number four: the real confession

"y\n?" Sherlock says walking to the room.

"yes?"

"i wanted to ask you something" he takes a deep breath.

"ok, what is it?"

"will you....can you....oh god!"

"Sher, just say it. its okay."

"ummm.....willyoubemygirlfriend"

"i'm sorry?" you raise an eyebrow

"oh god" he takes another deep breath "look, i'm not usually this nervous about anything but this really means to me and it has been on my mind for months....will you, be my girlfriend?" he finally says

"what?" you chuckle making him look more worried than he already is "you were nervous to ask me to act like your girlfriend? i have done that a lot of time. i'm actually starting to think it is real" you joke.

"what is it this time? a serial killer or another guy with mental health issues? maybe another naked woman?" you continue

"no....i....i mean be my actual girlfriend" he corrects

"what?" now you were really confused

"you see, all this time, when i acted like you were my girlfriend or acted jealous, it was because i liked the thought of that."

he waited for you to answer but when you didn't he continued.

"will you?" he said "be my girlfriend"

"this isn't a test to see how sentimental i am?" you asked half-jokingly

Sherlock chuckled "no" he said.

"then yes, Sherlock Holmes. yes, i will be your girlfriend"

[charlie-novakk]

does anybody else return to Sherlock/the fandom in times of personal/emotional turmoil?

it's like AO3 is this safe space.

it's like... coming home?

or is it just my autism? XD

[tremendously-crazy]

So many sherlock holmes fanfic writers put sherlock in the most traumatic situations. Like ok, here's a fic where he's been brutally attacked by criminals. Here's a fic where he's deathly ill. Here's a fic where he's plagued by the nightmares of his past. I think it's just a universal thing that people like to see the main character suffer.

[raki-fallfallingfallenfall-2]

Love My New Look

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This is my fourth commission work!

The biggest appreciation to my requester and friend, Céline, for being so generous and patient with me whole this time! It took me over a year to get it done because my life was a mess last year...Thank you so much for understand and being encouraging me!

The request was 'Established Johnlock, where John is a bit insecure about his beard because of Sherlock's comment on his moustache from past,and needs detective's reassurance'

  ¥6,000 comic / 3 characters / 6 panels ($38.5 €35.8 £30.8 *approximated) 

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[ohwhataniight]

“Flying machines; these, er, telephone contraptions ... What sort of lunatic fantasy is that?”

“It was simply my conjecture of what a future world might look like, and how you and I might fit inside it.”

Watson nods, and Holmes stands up. “You and I, in such a world, perhaps we would not be so misplaced. So... queer. Maybe we would belong, us. Might I even say we could be accepted.” With a long stride he eliminates the distance between the two armchairs.

Watson stands up as well, lips pursed into a thin line, brow furrowed, and he starts fumbling with Holmes’ cravat. “Are you sure it’s still just a seven percent solution that you take? I think you may have increased the dosage.”

Holmes shrugs his shoulders, his breath of cigars and tea falling softly on Watson’s face. “Perhaps I was being a little fanciful ...” he whispers pensievely.

Watson reaches for the nape of Holmes’ neck and pulls his head lower to capture his lips in a yearning kiss. “Our love needs not a name,” he whispers around their shared breath, hands cupping Holmes’ head, thumbs tracing soft circles on his cheekbones. “It is ours, it needs no recognition, no acceptance.”

Holmes’ long fingers are between them, fumbling deftly with the buttons on Watson’s waistcoat. “Perhaps... perhaps you are right, my dear Watson. But perhaps such thing might come to pass. In some distant future, you could be free to love me, with no shame or remorse.”

“My sentiments are not shackled. I love you here, now.” Watson lowers his hands to capture Holmes’ wrists and look at him straight in the eyes. “I love you, Sherlock. Most ardently.”

“That, then, my dear John, must be enough,” Holmes murmurs against Watson’s temple.

Behind the heavy, drawn, embroidered curtains, a small world is hidden, the inhabitants of which slowly stumble down the corridor and into Holmes’ chamber, waistcoats and cravats discarded to the floor. Outside the window, the fumes and horns of cars, embellished from the lights of tall skyscrapers, the flashing neon of the street shops illuminating the faces of people walking and looking at their phones, taking no account of what goes on inside the apartment of 221B Baker Street.

[i-dont-talk-for-days-on-end]

“Watson, will you keep this?” I extended my hand and offered the cigarette case.

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: Gen

Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes (1984 TV), Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Relationship: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson

Additional Tags: Post-Story: The Adventure of the Empty House. References to Illness, References to Depression, mention of brain fever because every Sherlock Holmes story should have one, Recovery, Sherlock Holmes is a Mess, Sherlock Holmes is Bad at Feelings, John Watson is a Saint, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Comfort, Apologies, Forgiveness, Reconciliation, Sussex, Smoking, Weird allegories of cigarettes for (non-sexual) intimacy, I’m sorry guys smoking is baaaad (and littering is too!), Queerplatonic Relationships, Friendship, they keep marrying each other in a platonic way and I cannot stop them

[fedyjkn]

My latest work, the 100th Instagram post that I am very proud of…BBCs SHERLOCK x Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's Sherlock Holmes AU. I love them! I always forget to post my drawings here too, I'm usually more active on Instagram!

[meandhisjohn]

To all the ff readers here.

Please 🙏🙏🙏

Do you know some great John Watson fanfiction to brighten my vacation?

I love Sherlock, of course. It just happens that I love John a tiny little bit more:)

Gif by @safedistancefrombeingsmart

[fogdraws]

Yes I'm doing fanart of my own fic what can I do😞

Got a version in colour too? Idk which one I prefer tho

[jonkwatson]

Writing Prompts

inspired by song lyrics / romantic dynamics

"What the fuck are you doing in my bed?"

Person A has Hypothermia, Person B warms them up.

"Please look at me the same."

"Promise me that nothing has to change today."

Hickeys all over Person A, Person B covers it for them.

"I love you, I'm sorry."

"Only God knows what I'd be without you."

"Maybe love is overrated..."

"You're the closest to heaven I'll ever get."

"I won't let you fall apart."

[cristalisiaovo]

Sherlock and John are co-workers, roommates, friends, and no matter how their relationship is defined, they are just Sherlock and John. And I think that's the least need to explain the relationship you can see. It's like they're always going to meet in one place, just because they're Sherlock and John.

[strawberrywinter4]

Life is kicking my ass right now, so we all know one thing that ALWAYS makes ANYONE feel better… Johnlock fanfiction.

If anyone has any recs, please drop some in the comments or reblog. Preferably, I’m looking for some long plotty fics, but fluffy fics are good too. At this point, just put anything, I’m desperate and I feel like I have so many Sherlock fics to discover. And I need comfort.

Thank you😭