Texts between a consulting detective and his blogger and a certain Detective Inspector and the British Government

What'd happen if Moriarty's bomb blew up in 'The Great Game'? Here's an idea.

"oh god John I can't do this!" Sherlock exclaimed. He slammed his hands hard against the leather seat and pulled himself up. He spread his arms out, showing his full wingspan. "John fix me." Sherlock gets sick and John looks after him. Things get pretty cute. - co-written with my gal Jo :)

The detective and his blogger start drifting away after the marriage of Dr. Watson. When an unfortunate accident happens, it brings them closer than ever. No matter how platonic Watson and Holmes think their relationship is in the beginning; no one can deny the unmistakable spark between them. A spark on the verge of being blown into a dangerous flame. Sherlock and John are stuck in Baker Street, neither of them wanting to leave each other. As John spends more and more time with his flat-mate, he realizes that he desperately needs Sherlock to get over the death of his wife. More so, John starts to slowly understand that it's not just the crushing grief that is binding him so tightly to Sherlock, but something much stronger. After all, every Watson needs their Holmes.

(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!

When it all gets too much for Doctor Watson, what will happen? *Post Reichenbach*

Book 2 in Crimson While John Watson adjusts to a new life as a werewolf with his wonderful mate Sherlock Holmes, the days wind down to their wedding. As requested by the detective to wed one another. The special day was filled with joy, adventure, and lust as the night went on and the newly-joined couple couldn't help but enjoy their time as the creatures they were. But things begin to go awry in their plan to live eternity in solitude, which is what they both hoped for in the long run. Perhaps living in solitude wasn't what they actually wanted until everything changed in the blink of an eye. In the blink of Crimson eyes to be exact. All rights go to Moffat and Gatiss!!

"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!***

Fresh out of the army, John Watson is returning to London to settle into a normal life with little success. Life would never be the same for John, what soldiers life is? Wounded, broke, and alone, John meets a rather strange fellow. Sherlock Holmes. His reputation is great and his mind is even greater, which makes John instantly fall in love with this stranger the more time they spend together. But something is stopping the retired army doctor from confessing his love to the detective. Something is off about him. He seems to never eat and rarely sleeps, pale as snow, and eyes that seem to burn bright red; crimson red. Now as a greater threat jeopardizes both of their safety, Sherlock must decide between John's life or his own. I do not own any of this! All rights go to Moffat and Gatiss. And all rights go to the original artist of this cover (Archiaa on tumblr)

One shots written about Sherlock and John, all Johnlock, some written for the fanfiction awards, some written just because :)