Just a collection of some johnlock oneshots.

I want you so bad.

Dr. John Watson thirty-four years old got shot in his shoulder during an army training after struggling with a depression. He decided to study Dutch for a new army training that he was planning to do. That's where he met Sherlock Holmes, his new part time teacher. And so it begins. ~ Johnlock ~ Johnlock AU ►Started writing this on 26 march and finished on 13 June. ►French translation in progress -> 221b_idiot

Sherlock found himself placing his bow upon the strings of his violin. The man held the bow and pressed pulling the bow across the string. All that comes out of the instrument is a simple A flat. Sherlock always found himself drawn to the violin. He played it in the evenings when he was younger and attended an all girls school. All the girls would flock into their own groups, gossip, and read cheesy teen romance books. Sherlock was alone. He always preferred that, often he found himself staring into the mirror looking at himself. He wanted to smash the reflective object into a million pieces. Because it reflected the body he wanted so desperately to be rid of. TW: gender dysphoria, homophobia and transphobia, Sad at times -DISCONTINUED-

When John Watson's new flat turns out to be haunted, can he learn to live with the temperamental spirit that calls the flat his home? The continuation of my OneShot 'Ghost in This House'.

Boredom and chocolates. (And John!)

If you have any flirts you think of, tell me and I'll add them! I thought of this whole thinking about Sherlock...and then yeah, flirts happened. I made some of these up, but some I know were already made up, so credit to whoever made them up. I do not own Sherlock or BBC all credit to them.

This is a short little Johnlock fanfic especially for Valentine's Day. John and Sherlock get into a little squabble that ruins the "day of love" and threatens their friendship. The next day, however, they make up and replace that friendship with something more... This isn't as cheesy as it sounds. Not smut, fluff, or anything in between. The only word I can think of to call it is "johnlock": good, clean, average johnlock. Doctor Who references, I'm sorry. Mild language.

He is feeling passionate. Problem?

(short story) as Sherlock and John play a drunken game of Celebrity Heads, confessions arise, creating some issues the next morning. As they discuss the events of the previous night, they soon realise that what they want so much more.