Just a bunch of little Johnlock fluffys put into one! The occasional smutty(ish(hinting)) thing may come along here and there, but nothing much more! I like to stick to the fluff ^-^Some really make no sense at all but they're fun to write! :D The characters ARE NOT MINE! NEITHER IS THE FANART All rights go to the BBC and to Aurthur Conan Doyle and the artists! ~Una

A collection of short Johnlock oneshots. I have no plans to add to these, but who knows I might one day so keep an eye out. Hope you enjoy! PS. There are one or two Mystrades in there

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.. Friends? Colleagues? Partners? Lovers? Who knows? Maybe their text messages will reveal something. . Disclaimer: I do not own the adorable picture used on the cover. If anyone does know the original artist please let me know.

This is a collection of oneshots/drabbles that I have written over time. I will add oneshots as I think of ideas. Enjoy these and tell me if you have a prompt for me. Disclaimer: I do not own BBC Sherlock or the characters. Duh. Most the fanart isn't mine either. It's mostly stuff I find on deviantart. They belong to their amazing artist.

Hello! This is my collection of Johnlock oneshots and I hope you'll enjoy it(?) © All Rights Reserved 2014 - FreakishGirl [Created in 05/27/14]

Fluffy Johnlock & Mystrade

This is my first fanfic ever. Please leave comments. Keep calm and ship Johnlock! I hope you like it.

A set of Mystrade oneshots all bundled together to make this! Artists: Patatomato Thesonofsatan P-chi HAHAAAAAAAAAAAAA (an actual artist, I swear)

Only a few weeks after Sherlocks death, John is slowly starting to crumble. New feelings come out, but will John be fixed by the man who crushed him, before the chains on his heart are permanent?

(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!