"You lied to me, Mycroft. You weren't indestructible."

Irene ponders as she applies her warpaint in anticipation of Sherlock's arrival. Oneshot.

John has thought that Sherlock was dead for 3 years. In those 3 years, John had (almost) moved on and even got engage to a beautiful girl named Mary. But when Sherlock comes back, how will John's life be affected? Can their friendship be saved? I suck at summaries. It'll be good, swearsies. R&R and constructive criticism is awesomesause.

Mary is in her final days, and John will take care of her till her last breath, even though he no longer feels the same about her. Even though he feels like a liar, this is what he must do. But who will look after him when all of this is over?

Fluffy, fluffy married Johnlock. John's POV. Rubbish at summaries but here goes: There's a fire. Fluff ensues. Pls read & review!

This is a shortie. It's conjecture passing itself off as story-but should be at least interesting for those who like conjecture and spec embedded in character dialogue. The actual characters are John and Sherlock; the topic of discussion is Lestrade, and to a lesser degree, Mycroft. The piece has the faintest lingering whiff of Moriarty. Time is soon after Hounds of Baskerville.

Basically a depressing little bit with the fall... You should read! My real life friends thought it was pretty good :D I suck at summaries...

Par hasard, en esquivant une fête étouffante où John aurait préféré ne jamais se rendre, il rencontre le mystérieux Sherlock Holmes, et ressent immédiatement une étrange connexion avec l'autre homme... mais serait-il bien sage de céder, quand John sait qu'il ne fait pas dans les coups d'un soir? Johnlock, évidemment. *UA*

John meets an intriguing new neighbor and slowly begins to unravel the mystery that is Sherlock Holmes. A bit slow to start, sorry. Spoilers for pretty much the whole series before Series 3. John W and Sherlock H - ish, AU. This story is dedicated to my friend Rachel, who encouraged me to think about the concept behind it. (Fem!Lock)

There is a sort of vagueness, associated with anything that isn't himself, with the others. There is nothing that stays, nothing to remember of yesterday, nothing but himself. He doesn't know that something is wrong. When did it start? Sherlock Holmes does not know. (ao3 auction fic for Mitaya)

Cinco veces que Sherlock y John se besaron en público, más una ocasión en que tuvieron su momento privado.

Sherlock doesn't feel quite right, but he doesn't know why. Thinking John can help him understand, he goes looking for him, but end up finding out startling truths about his own past. One-shot, set post-Reichenbach.

Personal prompt fill for a fic idea I had on Tumblr. A different take of the x-raying the phone scene in SiB, where Molly is far more clever then Sherlock gives her credit for and cracks The Woman's password. Doesn't necessarily have to be viewed as Sherlolly.

John gets a package at a time of great pain. (Your feels are in danger) Not really Johnlock, but could be if you squint really, really hard.

Who knew that John Watson was a mad genius magnet. It seems if there is one within a mile radius of him, they inevitably would show up and asking to be loved. Un-beta'd...these character's do not belong to me.

Some things are easy and some things are hard. How they got together is a bit of both. Kidlock, alternate universe

Smutty Johnlock one shot. John is away and Sherlock decides to get naughty over picture message.

A little 5 plus 1 story idea that popped into my head. A bit naughty, so rated M for Johnlock smut. Not related to any of my other Sherlock stories. No longer a one-shot, this is now a multi-chapter fic containing some angst in later chapters. Trigger warning for discussion of rape and humiliation (though not actual scenes). Now COMPLETE.

Everyone's against Sherlock... but will he believe what everyone says?

A short smut story I was dared to write. It is my first published short story here, and I hope you won't judge me too harshly for it :) It is a PWP story, so keep that in mind ;)

'Dogsitting. Ridiculous, dull, completely unnecessary and distinctly unsavory. He won't have it.' In which the exasperated Dr John Watson is called upon to look after a friend's dog and the world's only consulting detective endures slobbering and unwanted affections. From the dog, that is. It doesn't help that he's on a new case. Slash, because I can: Johnlock.

Five kisses between John and Sherlock, and the development of whatever nebulous attraction they might have.

The years after Jim's departure, and his return. [[Sex is not particularly explicit but there's a lot of drinking, plus suicidal thoughts (and a near-attempt).]]

This is a FICTION story about how a close, secret friend of Sherlock reacts to his death and how she eventually can't take it.

Forth in the Bonded verse. It's take your kid to work day at the Yard so Greg takes the kids and their parents what could possibly go wrong?