One. - Daddy's Little Princess. [ParentLock AU Fic].
Jim never wanted kids. Kids were brats. Ignorant ones at that. Kids always ran around, causing trouble and sticking their noses into everything that wasn't their business. Kids were dumb because they couldn't handle guns. Kids were naive and stupid and they couldn't tell the sheer difference between hydrogen peroxide and water. Kids were annoying, begging to be taken out and played with, or being fed. Neither of which Jim Moriarty would ever be willing to do.
But Jim had to remember
Jim Moriarty was many things. He was a criminal mastermind, a mad genius, and above all: a psychopath. He was brilliant at everything and anything he did. But to say he w...
One Thing About Kids is That They're Short - Sherlock!
I put on my usual outfit; a ladies' suit and bow tie with dress shoes. I slipped on my long coat and called, "Dad, going out!" "Out where?" He bothered to ask. "Out on a walk," I mimicked. "Okay, have fun," he waved me off. I ran out the door and down the street. I wasn't going on a walk, I was going to go visit John and Sherlock. Obviously I couldn't tell dad. He would KILL me. It would not be pretty. ~~~~
John opened the book to where he
So, this is what starts my somewhat lengthy story. It all started when I was four, but it really took affect when I was twelve, so that's where I'm starting from...
The Mysterious Case of Iris Adler - Where Iris Grows
Iris Adler was quick to exit the taxi once it stopped. "Thank you." She said into the window, handing over the money. She straightened her dress and held her bag tightly to her body. She looked at the flat buildings lining the street. She reached into the knit bag she was carrying and pulled out the slip of paper she had memorized, but she read the address anyways. 221 B Baker Street. Written in her spindly letters only yesterday. She found the building right in front of
*Sherlock Parentlock Fanfic!* I do not own any of the BBC Sherlock characters. I do however own my OC's Iris and Andrew. An abundance of Sherlolly and some hints of M...
Ch. 1 - Parentlock-One Shot Fanfiction
oscar-pistorius.tumblr.com/post/26315346720/au-hamish-reciev...~Imspired by this gifset~ *Won't come into play, until the next page :D **~Meeting Hamish~*Hamish has always been special, and both Sherlock and John knew. But only Sherlock knew the real reason about it. John always thought Hamish was just like his father, wide eyed and questioning the world. Ever since he came into their lives. It wasn't until John's third year of living with Sherlock that he finally found out about Hamish. The poo
Chapter One - The Misadvetures of Sherlock Holmes (Parent!Lock)
"John!" Sherlock called up the stairs, tramping up them two at a time. He walked quickly into the flat, flinging himself onto the couch unceremoniously. "Please tell me we have a case, John." he said, throwing an arm over his eyes, as was his habit when he was bored. "As a matter of fact, we do. This just came up on the site. It says here a kid, a baby was nabbed this morning. No sign of either of the parents. It was the babysitter that phoned in, as she was supposed to
When Sherlock Holmes and John Watson adopt a newly orphaned baby, their lives make a drastic turn. Will they be able to care for the newly named Hamish Holmes?
What's with the singing? - If Sheriarty was Real...
Month Before The Fall...
"Sherlock! I'm home!" John Watson yelled into his flat, as he walked in with a boat load of food.
"Hmm," Sherlock Holmes replies not listening what so ever. While John is putting away the food, and making sure not to put it next to any experiments(as Sherlock likes to call them), he hears soft singing coming from Sherlock's room. The thing that's weird is that Sherlock doesn't sing and he'
This is about how Sherlock has a daughter who is kept secret from John so that when sherlock fakes his death, sheriarty happens. This is bad but you will understand later...
Chapter 1: Poppy Stone - The Dancing Girl
My hands shook as I delicately picked up my pink ballet shoes that were resting on the corner of the desk at the far end of the room.
Tears rolled down my cheeks and stained the light pink silk ribbon.
“Come on Poppy we have to go now” said the social worker standing at the door in a gentle calm voice. I didn’t reply. I took a deep breath and dragged my suitcase out of my room, down the stairs and to the strange old black car that was parked up outside my house, except it wasn’t my h
Poppy Stone's family have died in a tragic car accident. With no immediate family to look after her she has to be handed over to the next closest relative John Watson (Pa...
One | Mistake - Poison Ivy
Stranded in this spooky town,
Stoplights are swaying and the phone lines are down
Floor is crackling coldKings of Leon- CloserAlthough she knew it could be dangerous as the owner of this bag looked as though he could run fast and fight due to his well-built body Ivy still kept her almost black eyes locked on his plain black sports bag. Every second or so she'd look up at the next stop 'Liver pool street' was next she knew that he'd have to get off soon so now was her chance. Taki
When Moriarty ordered Seb to kill a young homeless girl Ivy because she stole from him, Seb can't do it maybe it was her fight or maybe just because she was still a k...
We Need to Go - Not Dead (Sequel to Sherlock!)
It was ten at night. John was still up with Mary, but I sat in bed, half asleep. The sounds of their laughter made me smile. I think this one was going to work out.
Oh, I might want to reintroduce myself. I'm Sophia Moriarty. I'm still going by PJ, though. Last time I talked to you guys I was twelve years old. Small, frightened, and quiet. Well, I've changed since then. I've grown, but I'm still extremely short for my age. Frightened, I'm always frightened. Frightened of
Sequel to my previous story, Sherlock! I'm fourteen now, and everything is starting to become a bit more normal. I haven't worried about my father in a while, a...
School Brings All Kinds of Trouble - All Murder is Death, but Not all Death is Murder
Alvie paced in her room nervously. She was doing her best to not to cry out of fright, and her heart was pounding out of her chest. Pierce the Veil was blasting out of the speaker of her iPhone."You should go check on her," John suggested to Sherlock, "usually she’s out here playing deductions with you, or doing something OD the kind.""Why me?" Sherlock complained, leaning his head back in his chair."Because you’re her dad so you need to check up on her during her
Beginning of the End - This is the Beginning of the End
"Evening boys," Thesis greeted the three people in the flat. "Evening," each of them replied, though not simultaneously. She sat down on the couch next to Hamish, who took her hand. She was grateful for it, it always made her feel more secure. "How have you been, Thesis?" John asked. "Fine," she lied. She hadn't been doing so well, her dad. . . Well, he had anger issues. "Care for some tea?" Hamish offered, releasing her hand and standing up.
Stella sighed in annoyance as she fixed her hair into a messy ponytail. Her and her mother, had just moved to England from America. Since her mother had her job relocate her, again. Now Stella was a good student getting straight A's and the rare B. She was a 14 year old, with mid-length light pink hair (It was naturally blonde), and blue eyes. She got out of the taxi as she grabbed her carry on bag from the flight over from America, her mother had stepped out of the black taxi, thanking
As Echo woke up, she felt pounding in her head. Her neck hurt, and a seatbelt rubbed against her chest. Her blue eyes fluttered open. She saw the road zooming past her out the window. She looked over to see who was driving and her heart stopped.
Jim Moriarty glanced over at her and smiled. "About time you woke up, Kitten," he greeted. "Don't worry, we're almost there," he added as if she had asked.
He started drumming a small beat on the steering wheel as a
Moriarty has made a decision; he wants to be a father. And after keeping a close eye on his enemy, Sherlock Holmes, he's come to like the personality of twelve-year-...
Tea Party - Trying to Raise Someone New
"Okay, here," Alex Moriarty-Moran pulled a pink boa from her toy chest and handed it to her father, "it's the dress code."
"Dress code, huh?" Jim Moriarty mused, wrapping the boa around his neck and striking a pose. She giggled, before taking out two more boas, three pairs of long, white gloves, three tiaras, and a pair of sunglasses. She handed a pair of the gloves and a tiara to her father.
"Uncle Sebbie!" she called before skipping into the hall.
This is a Mormor Parentlock story I came up with while in the car going to the mall with my mom (ugh mall). I texted it to my friend and she helped me perfect it.
Parentlock - Parentlock
Sherlock wrinkled his face as a smell hit him.
"John, what's that foul smell?" He called, drawling out his voice. He tried his best to hide his concern, but John saw right through it.
"It's probably just the baby, see if she needs a changing." John called while walking out the door to buy some more food. Sherlock, a little distressed at the task at hand, watched the baby in her playpen. He finally got up, and walked over to her, almost gagging at
This is really really short, but I made it when I was bored. I think it's cute!
At the Moor - Demons Win Some Battles; Don't Let Them Win the War
"No!" Henry screamed, "I can't. . . I can't go on living like this!" Everyone stood in a panic on the moor. Mad howling sounded as Henry Knight lifted the gun towards his mouth.
"No, Henry!" John shouted, "set the gun down! Please!" Henry hesitated, but went to pull the trigger. His entire mein screamed fear.
"Mr. Knight," Alexia spoke up, trying to talk softly and slowly walking towards the man with shaking steps. "I want you
Alexia Moriarty has always had problems. She's had problems with her dad, she's had problems with her friends, she's had problems with her lungs, she's h...
Nothing for Experiments - Apples to Apples
I curled against the trunk of the sycamore tree, praying that I was safe among its leaves and branches. I was high off the ground--at least fifteen feet. It made me feel dizzy, but at the moment I'd rather be up here then down there.
"I think she went this way," I heard Sebastian Moran say.
"Well then, go that way! We need to find her!" Moriarty shouted, anger shaking his voice.
Okay, I might want to back this up to somewhat the beginning. I'll start with introd
Troubles are tossed from one person to another in this battle against one another. Good against bad? I wouldn't say that. But it's all just a struggle to survi...
Introducing claira holmes - Sherlocks baby girl
A red box appeared one day on the door steps of 221b bakers street. There was a name inscribed into the box; claira Holmes. The box was almost reached johns shoulders and white ribbon sat on top of it. John crouched down and flipped over the tag. 'For shirley,' the hand writing consisted of large loops and was written in a fine black ink. John was about to pick up the box when he heard a scraping sound from within. It was followed by a soft cry. John took out his pocket knife and quick
Of course sherlock never wanted a child. How could he? They need love and affection which sherlock knew he could not provide. But just when he thought the infant years we...
An Unlikely Beginning - She's a Rebel
It was so unlikely the two would come upon each other that one might call it impossible. But something is only impossible if there's no chance of it. The chance of this happening was just very, very small.
Charlotte was hurrying home after school one day. It was a day just like any other, a normal, boring, ordinary Tuesday. They sky was grey, the clouds covered the city. Cars crept up and down the road as if they were afraid if they went to fast they might draw unwanted attention t
An unlikely corner in a big city and two girls happen upon each other. They begin talking and become friends, but there are many things getting in the way of this friend...
Bedtime story - Bedtime story by Sherlock Holmes
"Once upon a time," Sherlock always started like that, even though he hated it, because it was not changing in any story. "There was a young brave clever girl named Selene."
his daughter's child-self cheered up everytime he said this.
"She lived on a small island with her father. She was also very skilled with a sword, the best swordman, or in her case, the best swordgirl far and wide. Once, when she was training with her father, she saw a pirate ship!"
"Oh, I l
I came to the conclussion that I would like to tell you a story, apart from My story. In fact, these stories have got something in common, me and my ...
1. I want a snake - My story
"Dad, I think I want a snake," I told my father, who was sitting in his chair and thinking about his recent case.He looked up at me, standing in front of him. "You want what?""You heard me perfectly," I said with a little smile. "But if you think that a snake is not too safe for me, I would be happy even with a puppy or a turtle or a kitten.""Why do you even want any animal?" he asked me, but I did not think he will allow me anything.I just sighed and sat
I ship Johnlock so hard that I decided to make a story about them having two kids: Hamish and Selene (me). Also, I am in this story because of the fact that I do not have...
Papa's a vampire - Papa's a Vampire
"Hmmm, Sherlock." John was standing at the window watching it snow when Sherlock came up behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. Sherlock kissed his neck. John leaned into him, tilting his neck and closing his eyes. Sherlock and John were completely unaware of their son, Hamish, standing at the foot of the stairs starring in horror. The six year old boy quietly ran back up to his room he shared with his sister.
"Rosey!" Hamish cried bursting into their room.
"Whats wrong?" she asked