Mrs. Hudson is done. Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are just two silly little lovebirds who need to be locked together in a room until they can finally admit their feelings for each other! So this is EXACTLY what she does. And what room could be more fitting than a closet...? [JOHNLOCK with a bit of MYSTRADE and HARRY WATSON x OC towards the end.] Cover art is by me. Please do not share without permission.

When Sherlock and John finally admit their feelings for one another, will their relationship stand strong even after a horrifying attack? Contains minor smut ^_~

The third and final book in my Sherlock fanfic set. Enjoy and please dont hate me for what I am doing with this one. As with the other books in the series, I must add in a trigger warning before you read this. There are mentions of suicide, rape, drugs, murder, violence, other sexual themes, and cutting. You have been warned.

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are linked by a deep connection, made up of investigations and unspoken silences. As they tackle complicated cases, an intense tension grows between them, ignored at first, but impossible to escape. When the lines between friendship and something more begin to blur, both must come to terms with what lies between them.

John Watson and Sherlock Holmes slowly come to realize they are in love with each other, but are either of them willing to admit how they feel?

♪ First Names are for Lovers ♪ Sherlock Holmes and John Watson, living in a dated, shared flat with bullet holes in the wall, a skull on the mantle, and an absolutely catastrophic kitchen. It wasn't hard to get along, usually. John could handle Sherlock's bluntness and absolute disregard - or lack of knowledge - for people's feelings or sentiment. And Sherlock could handle John's questions about everything he said. John Watson: An army doctor, stationed in Afghanistan, shot in the leg, put out of commission. Psychosomatic limp; magically gone when he went on a case with Sherlock. Sherlock Holmes: High-functioning sociopath, and the only Consulting Detective in the world. He could read people, he could see crimes in the crime-scene; he could win. ♫ ♫ ♫ Sherlock Holmes went off the rails. He did an experiment that got him hospitalized after John found him on the scene. Lines were crossed. Rules were made. Everything was on the line - concentration on cases slowly dwindled, priorities were mixed, and absolutely everything was spinning. ♫ ♫ ♫ Good habits, bad habits, and everything in between. You have good habits, sure, and they have to be balanced out with bad habits. For most people, that's taking your vitamins every day crossed with cracking your knuckles. For Sherlock Holmes that was catching criminals and putting his life at serious risk every time. ♫ ♫ ♫

John looked peaceful, his head lulling back and hands clasped together in his lap. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing even. How had he fallen asleep so perfectly? Most people who had fallen asleep around Sherlock (which was, admittedly, not many) had slept awfully, loud and snorty, sometimes thrashing around, sometimes making weird sounds you're only capable of making while asleep. He sat next to the doctor, being careful not to disturb his slumber. Closing his eyes, Sherlock tried to get to his mind palace. To his dismay, too many thoughts cluttered his head. That had never happened before. Sherlock groaned softly, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe he should get some sleep. He knew John would want him to. "Ah John, what would I do without you?" Sherlock whispered to the sleeping man beside him on the couch. "I'd be a half dead robot if you weren't here. I almost was. I almost was." A small sigh escaped his lips as he slipped into the cool relief of sleep.

My random Sherlock fanfic. Enjoy. As with the other books in the series, I must add in a trigger warning before you read this. There are mentions of suicide, rape, drugs, murder, violence, other sexual themes, and cutting. You have been warned.

Sherlock and John are invited to join Lestrade and the team on a residential conference weekend in the country… revealing many things about the duo that people don’t usually see.

John and Sherlock are getting more and more confused about their feelings for each other, and those feelings are getting stronger... A sudden turn of events leads to them going on holiday to Tokyo. Anything could happen... (This story is strictly fluffy, so sorry to all the Johnlock smut lovers out there!) *insert quirky catchphrase here*