John Watson is seventeen and one year away from aging out of the foster care system after the murder/suicide of his parents three years prior. He gets placed with the rich Holmes family for the remainder of his time in the system. Sherlock Holmes is fifteen with a drug problem and severe emotional issues. What happens when a tornado meets a volcano? Can these broken boys save each other from themselves?

Fluffy teenlock set in a world where you only see in colour when you find your soulmate. The idea for this was from tumblr. Don't worry it's not the hat fic.

Sherlock Holmes is one of the top gay porn stars in the industry. He is known for being cold and uncaring, one of the most attractive young stars out there. John Watson is a popular new-comer to the porn industry, known by his persona; Captain Watson. When they get slotted to work together, sparks fly.

Sherlock babysits John's nephew and makes a hash of it. John steps in to save the day and realises how he feels about Sherlock in the process.

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

Two local artists discover each other at a gallery event and continue to stay in touch. Sherlock, an annoyed sculptor whose message is missed by most critiques. And John, a painter with a low opinion of his work and a dream too big for a canvas.

(Take no credit for the characters or cover art)(contains johnlock and fantasy elements and some Jim Moriarty antics) (new title by @sempai1213) I'm absolutely rubbish at writing descriptions so I'm just gonna put, like, the first two paragraphs- "Now change back." The voice came over the speakers. I was in a room made entirely of metal with a one way window covering one wall. I shifted on my paws and gave a low whine. "It's okay, John, take your time." Her voice was slightly strained. I barked, knowing that she was just trying to be courteous. I focused my attention on my regular form, closing my eyes and sitting on my haunches. I felt an electric current pass through my body and my eyes shot open. "Changed!" I hollered out, as if my voice would make the pain fade quicker. The metal felt cold on my bare body, "Evidently clothes don't come with the changing." I stayed laying down as I heard the cheers from the speakers. I HAVE NO CLUE WHERE THE CRAP I AM GOING WITH THIS STORY SO IT MIGHT INCLUDE SMUT AND IT MIGHT NOT! JUST KNOW DEFINITELY SOME FLUFF AND MORIARTY ANTICS!

Sherlock and John go on an undercover mission which forces them in to a situation where they can't deny their feelings any longer.

It's for an experiment. Sherlock is only there for observation of typical human behaviour...but then again, John Watson isn't a typical human, is he?

Weeks passed, almost months, as Sherlock just arrived back home from a long and overdue trip over seas as he and John 'celebrated' his coming home. Soon after those couple of weeks, John starts feeling nauseous and can't stop throwing up. He shakes it off being a stomach bug or the flu. But time passes as Sherlock forces his husband to go the hospital for his condition of nonstop nausea and to find something strange that even baffled the army doctor. A year passed as their son, Hamish, was born as Sherlock and John get caught in a whirlwind of trouble and thoughts of another baby. Will both of them be able to hold on for long? And even then, what will become of John? ~Story will contain~ •Fluff •mpreg (male pregnancy) •Graphic birth •Sexual content ...Reader Discretion Advised... All rights go to Moffat and Gatiss, I do not own any of this! All rights also got to the person who made the artwork I used for the cover!