"He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't help himself. He picked up the phone and read the first text out loud." Cover by @Ro.mie on tumblr

Sherlock Holmes, the tall dark haired boy with the pale skin, starts hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry, not having a friend in his life until another boy knocks on his compartment door asking if he can sit there. Johnlock!!! Teenlock!!! --------------------- also, i would really appreciate comments on this so i can improve and edit it to your taste. thankyou :) I don't know the artist to the cover sorry/ also some of these characters are jk Rowling some are BBC- but as you should know, it is a fanfic

One-shot book, mainly fluff, but angsty too. Mostly older works, but a few newer ones at the end.

From the author of Tall Buildings and Pill Bottles. Sherlock Holmes died 3 years ago. Or at least, that's what John Watson had thought. When Sherlock comes careening back into his life, all isn't as it once was. Sherlock had been held prisoner of war in Serbia for eight months, now hurt and scared beyond belief. What will happen when they come back together? Will they get past everything and learn to love each other? Or will it all fall apaprt before it can ever really start? Main Ship: Johnlock. DNF/Unfinished and Inactive

What will happen to John's daughter when Sherlock comes back after 2 years of faking his death? TW: ED, anxiety, depression, self-harm, etc.

Sherlock Holmes was the type of man that looked to be sculpted by the type of angel who did not believe in a God from any book or other world. Sherlock Holmes was the type of man to take a calculated risk and, if failed, did not believe in reality at the stumbling moment of the situation, because Sherlock Holmes never miscalculated and Sherlock Holmes never failed. Sherlock Holmes was the type of man that, if you touched his face, you'd cut yourself. And John Watson was everything but that. He was a miscalculation, he was rough around the face, and he was far from perfection under the microscopic levels of scanning the circumstantial evidence on studying immaculacy in its highest order. Sherlock Holmes was made of ceramics. John Watson was made of steel. [[[COVER ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. IF YOU KNOW CREDIT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Im using it as a stand in until im able to create my own cover. thanks!]]]

Harry is back at Hogwarts for yet another year with his friends, but instead of the excitement that he usually feels to be returning to his beloved home, he finds himself feeling nervous. He isn't sure why because everything is going well for him: he's doing well in his studies, he's got the girl he had always dreamed of and he and his friends are closer that ever, so why does he has a nagging feeling of worry? Enter Draco Malfoy, the school heart-throb, blonde hair and grey eyes. He makes all the girls swoon, yet for some strange reason Harry feels something more than hatred towards the slytherin. As they always said, there's a very thin line between love and hate. Throw in some problems with Ginny, arguments with his friends, and countless encounters with his nemesis Draco Malfoy and you get the year where everything is about to change! A/N ALL credit goes to J.K.Rowling, as she created the wonderful world of Harry Potter. This is merely a fan writing because she loves the book. Anyway I hope you enjoy. Also remember that this is a PG 13 and there is some language that might not be appropriate for younger readers. You have been warned, so please don't read if you don't like it or passionate scenes. Thanks.

What will happen when Sherlock Holmes goes to sleep as his normal mature 6 foot self and wakes up back as a 2 year old. What will his friends think of him? How will he solve crime? And more importantly what will they do to change him back? (This story will involve hints of johnlock and jimlock. This also involves a 27 year old detective going back to 2 so there are diaper involved so if that isn't your speed don't read. I don't own any of the pictures I use! This is my first ever story on Wattpad so please be nice and enjoy! :) )

Several months after the events at Sherinford Island, Sherlock and John are back to solving crimes at 221B Baker street whilst John juggles parenthood. However, there is something much deeper and much more difficult to understand brewing in the flat. Love. As Sherlock begins to lose his grip on how to deal with matters of the heart and John gets in deep with a case that could prove fatal, the two best friends are to face something which has been the subject of Mrs Hudson's sneaky winks for years.

-The case was a disaster. The storm had come early, and they were stuck in the hotel. John didn't want to be in the room, not now. Not with Sherlock right there. Just within his reach. If he wanted, he could reach out, pull Sherlock close, hold him, kiss him, love him. But he wouldn't. John couldn't. Because Sherlock didn't have feeling for him. -Sherlock was tense. John was sitting across from him, his head leaning against the brunette wall, his eyes closed, his lips slightly parted. He was thinking, Sherlock knew that. He had studied John for so long, he knew everything. Yet, John was still foreign to him. Sherlock wanted to kiss John. Wanted to show John he cared. But he couldn't. Because John didn't have feelings for him.