"Detective Holmes, does your job ever cause you troubles that might lead to consuming drugs?" "I never have troubles with my job." Sherlock said, holding John's penetrating gaze without flinching. "Neither family issues, nor anything related with your job. Perhaps unrequited love, then?" *** Sherlock Holmes relies on many things to keep his supreme mind rational. Murder cases, for instance, provide him the adrenaline required to persist in sanity without falling into an abyss of dullness. Morphine serves as a tranquilizer for his untamable fact processing brain. Cocaine is a fine source of dopamine and fills in the hole of emptiness dug by the lack of intellectual crimes. To an outsider, he would fit labels like drug addict, sociopath, maniac, freak, but Sherlock thought he had attained a fairly satisfying equilibrium in life. But that was until he his brother stepped in, and John Watson became his therapist... And his flatmate. And a very alarming problem. ⚠️ Warning : mentions of drugs

Sherlock's hiding things, and when they're exposed, John and Sherlock's relationship is in mortal danger. Will they be broken down, or will they grow in ways never thought possible? TW: depression, self harm, suicide, eating disorder

John needs tutoring and Sherlock needs money. When what one would deem as normal rapidly changes into something not quite so, Sherlock and John try their best to be there for each other.

Sherlock and Loki. Throw together crazy circumstances, an alternate universe, a mixture of Moriarty and an accomplice on Asgard and a super-evil plan, add a pinch of disaster and your arch-nemesis's doom, and what do you have? A recipe for the perfect super-villain plan. - EXCERPT "Mind Palace?" Loki echoed with a frown. "Yes," Sherlock confirmed, "it's... how do I explain it? You use visual memory to build a mental house, and use the rooms to remember information." "And this actually helps you remember things?" Loki frowned. "Yes," Sherlock nodded, "for example - what was Miss Hudson wearing this morning?" "Why should I care?" Loki asked, "that's not relevant at all." "But that's the thing," Sherlock replied patiently, "in detective-work, everything is relevant. You see, she was wearing an old pants, which means she'll be working in the garden because she also had boots on. And if she's working in the garden, she'll be busy for a while. Which'll ensure that she won't clean our room, and find my revolver under the mattress." Loki raised an eyebrow. "Impressive." Sherlock smiled. "I know, I can be a genius, sometimes." "Join the club," Loki mumbled, "genius, well-armed, abandoned psychopaths." "High-functioning sociopath," Sherlock corrected automatically. "What?" Loki frowned. "Sociopath," Sherlock repeated, "not psychopath." "So you're saying you have feelings," Loki smirked, "that's interesting coming from a person who locks themselves up in their... mind palace... twenty-four-seven. I'm sticking to psychopath - it's closer to philanthropist too." "Stop talking John," Sherlock mumbled, clearly zoning out again. Loki sighed. - Highest rankings: #1 in Sherloki (01-06-'19) #92 in Mycroft (05-05-'19) #551 in Sherlock (05-05-'19) [Book 1 of the Sherloki'd series.]

Simple John with his simple mind and oh, how he envies him right now. “I can’t turn it off, John,” and if his voice is verging on the edge of hysterical, then who could blame him when his systems are blaring out a warning about an upcoming potential system meltdown. Overload. Overload. Memory nearly full. Please clear up some space. Compress files? Defrag, defrag. “Oh isn’t he clever with his little deductions, freak seeing what no one else can, put him away until we need him again, never mind the fact that it doesn’t turn off, that it doesn’t stop, that it’s always on. It’s not a trick, I’m not a magician who can pull a rabbit from a hat, John and then pack my things, go home, and be normal. Call me up for the next show!”

Sherlock Holmes is a teen with a curse. Well, not exactly a curse- in fact, some call it a gift. His mind automatically analyzes any item or scene in front of him, unwelcome words popping into his sight and providing him with information he doesn't need. However, his pain and problems are lessened when he meets John Watson, a guy with a past that could bring nightmares to any reasonable person. Together, they grow close while sipping steaming cups of tea in a local cafe- and also by working together to solve the brutal murder of a peer.

St Bartholomew's Boarding School seemed to be the same in a long list of schools fifteen year old Sherlock Holmes had been to. A social outcast two years higher than his age he expects this one to be the same. But something is different. Here he meets John Watson, a fellow pupil who soon becomes his closest and only friend. When valued items of members of their year begin to go missing Sherlock decides to investigate, pulling John into it with him. As things begin to get more sinister leading towards more than just petty thievery the two realise there is something more to it. So they set up a secret society in the school. One led by Sherlock Holmes, the young consulting detective (the only one in the world). The Sociopath Society. A name that did not go down well with John... COMPLETED Sequel is the Struggling Sociopath

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- mention of suicide , domestic abuse, eating disorders and self harm. John and Sherlock are working a case when Sherlock gets shot. He is not majorly injured, but It required that John looks at his medical records. He quickly realizes that Sherlock had 5 suicide attempts in the past years. As John and Sherlock admit their feelings for each other, John learns how deep Sherlocks mental problems run. John knows he cannot magically make Sherlock better, but is determined to try to be there for him. Will he be able to? Completed. 87k words with a sequel in progress

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.

Jim's tired of that damn Sherlock Holmes shooting his computers so he confronts the quirky man about it, urging him to pay for his beloved computers this time. Sherlock does but after that Sherlock seems to be everywhere Jim is. Even his flat. Jim is not a happy bunny.. or is he? All chapters except 1-5 edited by @ScentedWisteria