He was looking at Sherlock Holmes. Yet not the one he would have expected. Distinctive changeable eyes, lined by a row of long dense lashes, showed an expression of a wild animal standing in the glare of approaching headlights. Of a man driven into a corner. Simply expressed, an expression of pure horror, something you don't see on a famous consulting detective most of the time. John opened his mouth, but after a realisation that he has no idea of what he wanted to say, he closed it again. He wasn't welcomed by a mutilated, smashed face. The severed spine could be ruled out straight away, and he seemed to have all his limbs as well. He felt an endless relief when he saw solid, uninjured skin where the blood flowed the last time. Nevertheless, the scene he was offered tugged the carpet under his feet and he had to admit (if a bit grudgingly) that Mycroft was right-he did not exaggerate when warning him it might be a shock. Trigger warnings: This story contains references to violence and its description, and also deals with self-esteem issues and body image. If something triggers you, please proceed with caution or reconsider if you want to continue reading. PS: English isn't my native language and I'm a bit unsure of my style, but I hope you will like it. Enjoy the story!

***** TRIGGER WARNINGS!! Mentions of death, SA, drug use, homophobia, body shaming, transphobia, etc. (1800s slowburn ish Johnlock, fluff!) No matter how much I questioned him, he would never let anything slip about his feelings or his mind, which seemed to be the only working object inside him. I cleared my throat softly, and tore my eyes away from him and back to the newspaper. The paper crinkled as I turned the page and began to read the regular morning news, only half paying attention. It was not long before I sensed someone's eyes on me. I looked up and my blue eyes met his bleary catlike ones. He sat up, let out a yawn, and squinted at me before laying back down and turning his attention towards the ceiling. ''How long were you watching me sleep?''

Sherlock realises he has feelings for John, but is it all too late?

A collection of stories with our favorite sociopath and his ex army doctor husband. Includes: -fluff -angst -mentions of other ships Started - August 4th 2022

"Detective Holmes, does your job ever cause you troubles that might lead to consuming drugs?" "I never have troubles with my job." Sherlock said, holding John's penetrating gaze without flinching. "Neither family issues, nor anything related with your job. Perhaps unrequited love, then?" *** Sherlock Holmes relies on many things to keep his supreme mind rational. Murder cases, for instance, provide him the adrenaline required to persist in sanity without falling into an abyss of dullness. Morphine serves as a tranquilizer for his untamable fact processing brain. Cocaine is a fine source of dopamine and fills in the hole of emptiness dug by the lack of intellectual crimes. To an outsider, he would fit labels like drug addict, sociopath, maniac, freak, but Sherlock thought he had attained a fairly satisfying equilibrium in life. But that was until he his brother stepped in, and John Watson became his therapist... And his flatmate. And a very alarming problem. ⚠️ Warning : mentions of drugs

If you have any flirts you think of, tell me and I'll add them! I thought of this whole thinking about Sherlock...and then yeah, flirts happened. I made some of these up, but some I know were already made up, so credit to whoever made them up. I do not own Sherlock or BBC all credit to them.

A mediocre JohnLock fanfic full of mixed feelings.

Sherlock, John, and Mary live finely till Mary unearths some secrets that jeopardize her unborn baby. When a case leads to the killing of Mary Watson, John and Sherlock are left to pick each other's pieces back up, and rebuild the other. It's gay, btw

Apparently Sherlock isn't dead. How will John take the news? When he finds out of course. Will he move on and find the love of his life? Will Sherlock try and confess his love for the doctor which he has been hiding since they first laid eyes on each other? Or will they both just forget about on another and move on. Johnlock fic

A lot can happen when gone for two years. And it certainly has to John. Forgetting about Sherlock and gaining Mary was the best thing to happen; until his best friend came back from the dead. Now John must face his true feelings and face the danger that is Sherlock Holmes