John Watson viaja hacia un bosque prohibido, en busca de una gran recompensa que solo recibirá al rescatar a un joven Príncipe. Sin tener en cuenta todas las grandes aventuras y nuevos sentimientos que tendrá al realizar su cometido.

The music was still low, the murmur of the rain and the raging storm outside guiding their movements. As Sherlock led them around the room, he kept his eyes fixed on Molly, when she finally dropped her gaze he felt such a surge of bitter disappointment that it bordered on agonising. "Molly look at me," he beseeched.

One-shot. Johnlock. John and Sherlock travel to Alaska for an admittedly interesting case, but that doesn't mean it isn't too bloody cold.

I'm absolutely positive about three things, to be completely honest. First, my flatmate isn't human. Second, - well, I suppose this is just wishful thinking, but I'm rather sure he wants to kill me. And third: I think I've developed a bit of a crush on him. May my soul find salvation. * Johnlock in the Twilight universe. Need I say more? Probably.

How did we get here? It's a fairly simple question... (A rather silly bit of a best friends misunderstanding)

Rok z życia Sherlocka i Johna, który może zmienić wszystko.

John stara się ułożyć sobie życie po śmierci Sherlocka. Pewnego dnia Mycroft nalega na spotkanie.

Sherlock wraca ze świata zmarłych, a John na nowo przyzwyczaja się do ich wspólnego życia.

Molly is sick. Thankfully, Sherlock seems to know just what to do about it. - A short, fluffy sick fic written for Lilsherlockian1975.

"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife." -Pride and Prejudice - And thus begins the tale of that single man, Sherlock Holmes, and his clearly very needed wife, Molly Hooper.

Request: Hello! We usually see Sherlock as the asexual one in the Johnlock dynamic. So what about a sexually active Sherlock and an asexual John, for once?

A bit of an introspective on John Watson as storyteller.

Días antes de su boda, John le pide ayuda a Sherlock para que le dé lecciones de baile y así poder conducir a su futura esposa en su primer baile como marido y mujer. (Este FanFic participa en el reto "¡La primera vez!" del foro I am Sherlocked)

John is dealing with the aftermath of the Fall. Sort of. He finds himself becoming less and less inclined to live to see the new sunrise. By an incredible happenstance, he finds an old wooden box filled with handwritten letters, some dated from over two decades ago, and one on the day Sherlock jumped. Things change, and John becomes curious about the recipient.

Sherlock's disgruntled reaction to a story in the press causes John to reflect. [oneshot]

John says Sherlock won't like him when he's truly angry. Sherlock sets out to test the theory. (Set very early in the friendship.)

She had always been able to separate the fodder for her heart from that for her brain and so had managed to always stay in some state of contentment.

The pain of life is one that everyone bears, each in their own way. Sherlock thinks he's hidden his well, in a book bound by leather. But he's got a flat mate now. A flat mate, who happens to clean Sherlock's room occasionally.

John notices something that gives him an unexpected look into his flatmate's past. (Warning, self harm fic)

The month before that Christmas.

John realizes that Sherlock is not quite what he appears to be. A series of dragon!lock oneshots.

Alpha Sherlock and Omega John are in a relationship. Prime Sherlock and Prime John are not. So what happens when a freak fold in the universe switches one John for the other? Omega Verse, Friends to Lovers, First Times

Es un simple aniversario, ¿No? Este fanfic participa en el reto "¡La primera vez!" del foro I am sherlocked.

Sherlock is going through hell trying to go cold turkey and John is trying his best to help him. One night Sherlock breaks John's patience as John is faced with a rather horrific sight waking up from what he thought was the nightmare. (This is my first actual venture towards Johnlock; and it is set just weeks after TAB)

Ils auraient pu trouver mieux qu'un bout de trottoir pour avoir cette conversation. Elle avait espéré pouvoir la repousser encore et encore, persister à éviter son contact et faire comme si rien de tout ça sonnait faux.