The subtext of BBC's Sherlock brought to life and detailed.

Sherlock is a werewolf. Almost speaks for it's self, right? Well there's going to be some serious smut in later chapters, fluffy johnlock for sure, and some possesive/protective Sherlock. Dont like, don't read.

"Sometimes I wonder about you, Sherlock." "You say that often," I smirk, "So it's a wonder how often you think of me. I'm flattered, John, really." .:. Johnlock drabbleshot collection following a vague plotline. Fluff and angst, friendship and romance.

Written from a roleplay with the very best angst writer I've ever met. Sherlock is unable to come to terms with his feelings and pushes them away in the only way he knows how; self-destructing. T for drug use and angst. Pre-Reichenbach.

John's on top of St. Bart's thinking about Sherlock. For the last time.

A series of song-inspired drabbles following the characters' lives before and after Sherlock and John met one January day. Varying styles, all characters, spoilers for everything.

Post-Fall. John's left alone to deal with his emotions. Mrs. Hudson watches his progress through the stages of grief, or lack thereof. Reviews would be lovely!

Post- Reichenbach After Sherlock left, John had a hard time coping. Until he remembered Sherlock's violin. Don't hurt me because of this. It's my first Sherlock story. Rates and welcome. Hints of S/J if you wish it to be.

John always loved watching the sun rise. When he was in Afghanistan it was like a lighthouse, always reminding him that he was still alive, and to be grateful for it. But he couldn't watch them anymore. Not since…the fall. Post-Reichenbach. One-shot.

Supposed to be cute, Sherlock tells John he loves him - ambiguously, but intended more friendshipy - because he heard he should be more direct with his feelings - but the way he chooses to tell him is kind of terrifying for John.

John receives a phonecall late at night, and must pick up Sherlock from a police station.

Post- Reichenbach. Sherlock has a new addiction. He doesn't know quite how to stop it until one day on the train. After that, he knows he must go cold turkey for himself and for his friend.

A little Sherlock and John oneshot in which Sherlock's boredom leads to his enlightenment on how to make the perfect cup of tea. It's not exactly 'Johnlock', but there are a few suggestions and you may read into it as much as you wish!

John arrives home, drunk. Sherlock helps him to bed.

After being gravely injured on one of his cases with Sherlock, John has a run in with Sally Donavan and ends up giving her the talking to he's been longing to give her for quite some time.

James Moriarty has his weak points. Mostly a descriptive piece, revolving around Jim and Sebastian's love.

After Jim faked his death at the rooftop of St Barth's, he and Sebastian Moran head to Finland to open their own cupcake shop Dedicated to my wonderful people at FSU. love you guys

"It's been so long, John. He's never coming back, okay? You need to let him go." Everything's so fragile. Post-Reichenbach.

Three of Sherlock's old school 'friends' turn up at 221b. Why are they there, and how much trouble have they bought with them?

Post-Reichenbach: sure John is messed up by Sherlock's death, but what about Greg? Established John/Sherlock and Mycroft/Lestrade. A take on Mycroft and Greg's relationship after The Reichenbach Fall. Slash!

Dr John Watson has been left shocked at the behaviour of Sherlock, but little does he know, a potential gay crush is the last thing he should be worrying about...

Sherlock is confused, for once. What is John to him, and indeed, what is Sherlock to John? They aren't friends, are they?

"I suppose you'd like me to explain." "It would be too obvious for me to point out that you're not dead and probably too stupid for me to ask how you're not." John's life has been put in danger by Sherlock's return. Once again, the pair are on the case.

Dragon!Lock series. One-shot. Sherlock blogs about the change.

Lestrade forces his lips together for a moment before saying, "Those…those are women's shoes." Sherlock flops onto the couch, flipping the robe further open. "Incorrect. I'm wearing them."