Sherlock y John son dos adolescentes que acaban de conocerse, en una excursión organizada por su instituto. Aquí es donde todo comenzó. Johnlock

John can't cope with an unfinished melody. Kingdom!verse.

Sherlock knows more about certain romantic gestures than John thinks. When John and Sherlock walk down to the grocer's, Sherlock takes it upon himself to explain to John, in his own way, how he feels. After a lonely walk in the rain for both men, all their mutual feelings come out. Johnlock, fluffy, angsty. Rated T. I own nothing.

Most men would have run a mile, thrown away their shoes and continued running, but it appeared that John Watson was not most men. Most men weren't tied to a bed underneath the world's only consulting detective. Most men were missing out.

John is still haunted by one question when Greg provides the answer. Songfic.

The first thing out of Sherlock's mouth when he comes home.

Some random drabbles to do with my Scent series. (Omega Sherlock/Alpha John). (Part 3 of my scent series)

John Watson sank to rock bottom and Lestrade doesn't know what to do. Serious thoughts of suicide and death. Post-Reichenbach. Reunion (kind of). Oneshot, drabble.

AU. In an attempt to distract himself from the boredom of civilian life, ex-Army doctor John Watson turns to writing crime fiction and books a six-week stay in a Sussex retreat. There he meets arrogant essayist Sherlock Holmes, a man who is to change his life beyond the point of return, and be changed by him in turn.

When Sherlock Holmes asked John Watson to move in with him, there was something he neglected to tell his new flatmate. Unfortunately, John Watson sees but does not observe. (Sherlock/Molly)

AU John Watson has been wrongly imprisoned, during his stay he makes an unlikely friend out of his snarky, smart arse of a cell mate; Sherlock Holmes. Eventual Johnlock. Possibly MorMor in later chapters.

The smell of Sherlock's scarf fades. (TW: Suicide)

young James Moriarty (based in teenage years) meets a young Sebastian Moran what could happen?

Sherlock doesn't appear to have much to say and John realises why. A post-Reichenbach fic.

Próba odgadnięcia, co myśli ktoś, kto dużo mówi o rzeczach najprzyziemniejszych (takich jak kolorystyka garderoby), bardzo ostrożnie dzieli się szczegółami swojej biografii i nawet na torturach nie zdradzi tajemnic najbliższych osób.

Two days before Sherlock returns, he, Mycroft, and Molly celebrate.

John Watson knows Sherlock is alive. Despite this, John denies his existence. But what happens when Sherlock seeks out John, only to find him gone? How does John react to the news of Sherlock attempting to find him?

Sherlock Snow White AU. The castle is Moriarty's. The fairest in the land escapes. Sebastian Moran sends a Huntsman to bring him back.

A little Post-Reichenbach 221-B inspired by an Irish poem I heard last week. All comments appreciated (& thanks to everyone who's written in or favorited my previous stories - just getting back into this fandom after a long focus on other work.)

Mary Morstan receives an unexpected visitor in her office. The ensuing discussion will have a lasting impact on her relationship with John Watson. This is a standalone story; however, it is part of the same universe as "A Study In Women", fitting in between the chapters "The Woman" and "The Assistant".

Prompt for anyone looking to write Johnlock. If you use it, TELL ME. I need some good stories.

Will John convince Sherlock that having a pet is alright? Slight Johnlock, also lots of Fluff.

Sherlock opened both eyes now, and considered the woman in front of him, his sole contact for the past year and a half, who anchored him back to this world, whose messages he had saved and read when abroad and alone on his phone.

Started out as one-shots, then I got carried away. Little insights into the daily lives of the Consulting Detective and his Blogger. Maybe some angst and adventurey stuff poured in for good measure.

It's been one year since the Fall. John's been left, suffering the after effects, slowly recovering the best he can. But in Sherlock's death, if he did really die, something stranger was emerging. A silent war. Mysterious birds. Shadows. Eyes. Dreams. And there was only one man John knew who could cause it all. So was he really dead?