After running off by himself again, Sherlock is forcibly given a dose of LSD. Unable to tell the difference between reality and hallucinations, he unwillingly and unknowingly gives everyone an unfiltered look into his own mind. And what they see is startling. OneShot. Mentions of child abuse. Wear wichever goggles you choose.

In the darkest part of her mind, Molly thinks she could have saved him.

Sherlock grunted, but John ignored it, focusing instead on working his tongue along the seam of Sherlock's lips. He needed this, needed something, to prove that Sherlock was still here, alive and in his arms, and it was either this or beating him bloody.

"I don't think there is any other way for me to describe the way I feel for you. It's so strong, so deep. I feel as though I cannot be myself without you. That's why if anything were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to go on. You have become so much a part of me..." Post-Reichenbach, Johnlock with hints of Mystrade and MorMor. SailorXStar as Sherlock and my RP buddy as John.

" 'Jesus Christ. What happened last night' " Lestrade takes John out for a night at the pub, and John ends up revealing more than he wanted when Sherlock shows up to take him home. Johnlock One-shot.

Sherlock and John are on a case when Sherlock slips into a pool. John saves him and takes him home

After a late night and very early morning full of work, John decides they're going out. They climb into a cab with the instructions given to the cabbie - "Take us somewhere."

John struggles to breathe through her scattered Mrs Hudson-isms. She's invading the flat, their flat, with the smell of stale cake and secret oh-one-won't-hurt cigarettes. He bites back an imitation of Sherlock's casual cruelty that would quieten her because it wouldn't help. Sherlock is gone. There are enough echoes in the flat, he doesn't need another one on his tongue.

There's no time for feelings with kidnappers and murderers on the loose. For John and Sherlock, dealing with their emotions has always been a complicated give-and-take… Can they figure things out between them AND bring justice to the streets of London? Slash. Post TRF.

In a world where one's soul-mate is represented through a swirl of colour on one's arm, will a man with an unusual colour ever find who he's looking for? Johnlock.

"It's important to me, John!" rated T for drug use, self harm, and other mature content. Possible trigger warning.

A summer's picnic.

Post-S1 AU: Molly is paid a visit by the Consulting Criminal and Sherlock stumbles into the emotional minefield that is the aftermath. John sits on the sidelines drinking tea. Rated M for strong violence and other adult content in later chapters.

What if Sherlock didn't take down Moriarty's criminal web for those three years? What if he was instead taken by Moriarty, his own little toy to play with? Warning: includes non-con and gun play!

This is the third chapter of a collaborative fic that a group of people are writing on sherlolly(dot)com. It's Sherlolly (obviously) and the basic concept is that Sherlock, John, and Molly are traveling around the world to solve a case. Each chapter will take place in a different location (somewhere that the author of that chapter is familiar with).

After Two years of not being with Sherlock, a grief shocked and love struck John has just given up on hope, he genuinely loves the consulting detective and needs to be with him. So what will happen when Sherlock returns to confess his love to the ex Army Doctor? Will it blossom into something beautiful or will their friendship be ruined forever?

TRADUCTION de Verityburns - Alors que John se remet des effets d'un kidnapping brutal, lui et Sherlock assistent tous les deux à la Fête de Noël de Scotland Yard. Et sur la piste de danse, il a y a quelques ... 'évolutions'.

Sherlock had told John, "I don't have friends. I only have one," and in John's mind he had projected this statement back in time to mean that he had never had a friend before, but this picture put a lie to that thought. That man, with his arm draped warmly over Sherlock's shoulder, was no mere acquaintance. That man was something more.

In adjacent cells during "the Reichenbach Fall", Sherlock and Moriarty partake in a stormy conversation, hushed by the grey wall separating them. One-shot.

This is a fanfiction about Sherlock and John when they're in highschool

The only person, who made Sherlock who he was, the emotionless, arrogant, and lonely, consulting detective, was no one more than John Watson.

Sherlock Holmes is naked. In the flat. Why is John not surprised?

Este fic es Sherlock x Señora Hudson un poco subido de tono.

"I'm just a John Doe Nobody. I'll never be worthy of you and you know it. That's why I'm leaving." "John! Why do you think I did all those things?"

When John suspects he has a serious illness he realizes the depth of his feelings for Sherlock but hides his illness from him. When he finally shares his situation with Sherlock will Sherlock realize what John means to him too? No slash, just brotherly love as the title suggests