Sherlock is a struggling man found refuge in being a priest, slowly discovering that his life ahead held nothing but stagnation and repetition. However with the appearance of John Watson, he discovers that maybe he isn't the loneliest man on Earth. As their relationship grows into something dwindling onto sin, Sherlock finds that he must chose between the promises he's made to God and the ever tempting heart of the lonely John Watson. *Warning- themes like child illness, suicidal thoughts, and strong atheism* Johnlock Fluff

Happiness didn't come easily to John after so many years of being shackled to his unbearable wife. Trapped in suburbia and forced to enjoy it, John could only fake his smiles for so long and wait for a new opportunity to arise in the form of his true soulmate. So when Sherlock Holmes makes a guest appearance at John's work, well, it seems as though his knight in shining armor has arrived, and he would do anything to ride away with him and make his own happy ending. Johnlock Fluff

Sherlock is an aspiring artist with literally nothing except some dried old paints to his name, living in the same ratty old apartment building with his best friend, Molly Hooper. Eventually, the unoccupied apartment across the hall gets a new resident, a cheerful and slightly annoying John Watson. Johnlock Fluff

John has the perfect life, he has a beautiful wife, a adorable little kid, and a large, cozy house. He hates it to death. Sherlock has the worst possible life, his job as a second grade teacher is more like purgatory and he could count the people he liked on one hand. When the two meet there is no way anything could happen? Right? Johnlock fluff Two separate point of views marked either John POV or Sherlock POV Credit to the artist who drew the beautiful cover (I love it to death btw)

Sherlock and John are best friends, and awkward accident at 221B shouldn't change that. Should it? dun dun dun... my awful description... *Read me read me!* shhh, shhh, they will fanfic... they will. I own nothing but the obvious! Thanks to whoever made that epic cover! I guess I should probably mention that this contains season three spoilers.

Sherlock was all fire. Ice and flame. Anyone who had any sense of self-preservation stayed away from Sherlock Holmes, but some liked to dance around the flames, see how long it took to get burned. That's how it started, anyway. Just a game, a dare. Before the flames completely engulfed John Watson.

A Johnlock fan fiction. Sherlock is given a case to solve on love but will he find the answer soon enough? He's clever but is he clever enough? -COMPLETED-

John Watson has moved into Dorm 221B, and guess who his room mate is? Sherlock Holmes is proving to be a difficult guy to go to school with, much less live with. But he needs John, and John needs him. Now they are solving the biggest crimes to rock the school, dealing with their feelings for each other, and putting up with teenage girls and hormones. It is certainly going to be an interesting year.

After a few minutes of silence, he stood up. "You're no longer the 'high-functioning sociopath' you once were. You have...sentiment." He looked down as he uttered the word 'sentiment' before he continued, "Be careful, brother mine. Feelings destroy." (Completed)

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.