He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.

Após uma experiência que quase levou a fatalidade, Sherlock acaba percebendo que só tem uma chance para fazer sua vida feliz. E com vida, ele fala em John Watson, seu melhor amigo e parceiro. E seu único e verdadeiro amor.

Onde Sherlock Holmes é apaixonado por um rapaz loiro, que logo em seguida descobre ser seu novo professor de história. Student!lock ❀ Sherlock BBC fanfic. {contém relacionamento professor x aluno, se não te agrada, não leia.}

Este é o compêndio de histórias do passado de John Watson, desde sua infância até a maioridade, narrado por ele mesmo. Destina-se a todos os que já se perguntaram quem ele realmente é, de onde veio, e o que passa por sua mente.

Quando John Watson deixa seu pai abusivo, irmã bêbada e mãe deprimida para ir a um colégio interno em Bromley, sua percepção de vida muda, assim como a impressão de seu colega de quarto, o fascinante, brilhante Sherlock Holmes. ~Fanfiction ~Todos os personagens pertencem a BBC/ Arthur Conan Doyle. [Todo o conteúdo da fanfic pertence à @WeDoNotFightFair, mas tenho sua total permissão para traduzir]

"Como você se sentiria tendo que matar o amor da sua vida e ser obrigado a conviver com isso?"

Doutor Watson, ex-fuzileiro de Northumberland, está perdido em Londres, sem destino, sem ninguém. Ele conhece um sujeito muito misterioso e intrigante. O que está por vir ?

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

"I said dangerous, and here you are" Coleção de one-shots Johnlock, aproveitem (: ©huntingays, 2016

Onde Sherlock Holmes escreve algumas cartas sem datas exatas, contando sobre como se sentiu em relação as coisas depois que John se casou com Mary. Sherlock BBC fanfic ❀ AU fanfic ❀ Johnlock pairing Warning; Contains angst. A lot.