Sherlock hasn't been himself lately, his mind is clouded and his deductions won't come, he doesn't understand it. All these strange emotions he's encountering revolve around John, it's always John. Little does Sherlock know, that these emotions are love, and he's not so unemotional as he believes. This is a story about how Sherlock shows John his heart, but will John take it?

A Johnlock teenlock- sorry about the terrible description, I will write a proper one once i have finished this story.

John starts a new school and ends up boarding with a crazy teen that turns out to be just misunderstood. While befriending him, he discovers things about himself while wishing he hadn't. Will he accept all of his own quirks or hide them? Or will he simply go with the flow? Teenlock AU! There is a trigger warning- am sorry in advance!

A BBC Sherlock fan fiction *Teenlock* *Johnlock* *a bit of Mystrade* Welcome to Baker Street Secondary... Are you in the mood to read an EXTRAORDINARILY long teenlock fic that is so far basically nothing but fluff mixed with a smattering of angst? Then you've come to the right place!!! (No smut, but it is referenced. Inappropriate jokes or scenes will happen. This is your warning.) LOTS OF FLUFF. Seriously.There's a plot line in there somewhere, but it's mostly fluff. Mild cussing. Comments and votes are great!! So feel free to leave some! Thanks!!

Love is a disadvantage. At least that's what Sherlock's older brother Mycroft has always told him. Sherlock tries his damnedest not to love John. But he can't help just needing John. All. The. Time. John has always felt that way, and tries so hard to hide it. Sherlock's perfect angel carved cheekbones, his charcoal black curls, his seductive lanky body structure, and it's not just his looks, it's how he talks, how mysterious and sensitive he is, just everything about him drives John wild. Both men start to find it very hard to hold it in, but neither succeed.

(Sequel to 'Beside You- A Johnlock Fanfiction') Now, finally reunited and married, the consulting detective takes his blogger for a honeymoon in Paris- but not is all as it seems, because awaiting amongst the enchanting sights and blissful haze is a figure from the past, who has news of a new nemesis who wishes to topple their newfound paradise in search of bloodthirsty revenge. To top things off, the new couple begin to wonder how thin is the line between the future and the past when a strange midnight incident occurs at Saint-Michel, triggering a new, shattering string of events- and buried memories. Some of which should have remained buried for much longer... (Inspired by the song 'Between The Raindrops' by Lighthouse and Natasha Bedingfield. Contains major fluff.)

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.

Middle School is hard enough for normal kids. Homework, classes, teachers you don't like, bullies. But Sherlock Holmes is about as far from normal as you can get. He's brilliantly smart, smarter than most of the teachers at Culverton Middle School. He solves homicides faster than Scotland Yard can. He's been given the title of "class freak" by all of the bullies, and is their prime target. And he can't tell anyone what's going on in his life. He'll never be able to tell anyone anything. (Cover art is not mine. All credit to the artist.)

“I’m starting to think letting you into my home wasn’t such a good idea.” “Oh it was probably the worst thing you’ve ever done.” There was a moment’s pause before he spoke again. “Do you regret it?” “Not one bit.”

Sequel to "I surrender" ..."you knew too much"...