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

"Why didn't you tell me?" John said, a tear streaming down his face. "I could have helped." He said as he leaned in to hug Sherlock. But this time-Sherlock hugged back. ****WARNING: TRIGGER WARNING. SELF HARM AND ATTEMPTED SUICIDE. Please do not do something you will regret later I Wuv u!***

When Sherlock is left alone, without a case, and without John, he falls back to old habits, habits John is yet to find out about. Sherlock falls into a put of self loathing and John is the only one who can pull him out.

Sherlock Holmes had never been one to embrace the concept of caring for another human being. All it does is bring about unneeded complications and these messy things called 'feelings'. Yet, when he crosses paths with an invalidated army doctor named John Watson his entire way of thinking is forced to be changed. Will this change be for better or for worse?

It's been 2 years since the Reichenbach fall, and John is a mess. Recent events have motivated Sherlock to reunite with his doctor, but things don't go as he planned when he finds John's dark secrets. Will John be able to forgive Sherlock from hiding from him for all these years? There is also a new consulting detective in town, one that rivals Sherlock in every way, including for John's affections. Then when John is kidnapped Sherlock has got to unravel the case, for his reputation and John's life is at stake. He has to forget what Mycroft said about caring, and needs to realize that being alone won't stop him from burning, just like Moriarty promised I don't own the characters from the bbc show Sherlock But I do own my other consulting detective.

John is in love - with his incredibly talented flatmate. Unfortunately, Sherlock's married to his job. Will John ever be able to confess?

John loves Sherlock, Sherlock loves John, but both are too scared to admit it to each other. Follow their story as they solve mysteries, hide secrets, fall out, fall so deeply in love it scares them both. After all, love is a curious thing.

"I need notes," Sherlock explained. "No." - As of January 30th, 2019, this fic has been revised, edited, and cleaned up to its absolute best for your reading pleasure! Happy shipping, folks! - Noms Warnings: *OOC Mary (not Mary friendly, i'm sorry </3) *Non/con themes (no rape, minor sexual assault) *Minor victim blaming (not on purpose, well intentioned/general miscommunication and assholery from John) *Hand wavey science (not a warning, just hope u know i was bullshitting this whole fic when i wrote it at 13)

AU From birth A name is written on every single person's wrist, it's their soulmate's, John and Sherlock grew up ignoring it until they couldn't any longer, but John struggles to meet his and Sherlock is left wondering why his doesn't love him back.

Y/N had just moved to London with her boyfriend Liam, from Bamburgh, Northumberland, a rural spot. They move into 221 C with a friendly landlady and a mysterious neighbor, who mostly keeps to himself. All Y/N knew was his name. Sherlock. "Are you ready?" WARNING: Contains graphic violence, abuse, dark themes.