Sherlock has always loved John and John has always loved Sherlock. All it takes is a fall for them to realize.

The 221B Baker Street boys have a new case. A healthy dead body. No obvious suspects or motives. It seems to be the perfect murder. With Lestrade as baffled as always, it's up to Sherlock and John to crack the case, and maybe find time for making deductions about themselves.

Oh hey there. This is going to be kind of a hipster-y sort of story. Coffee shops, bookstores, rainy days, sharing umbrellas, warm jumpers, big blankets, poetry, the whole lot <3 {TW: Mentions of self-harm and domestic abuse} Picture drawn by me. {I wrote this when I was 14!! I am 21 now! Pls be gentle w my soul aa!!!!!!}

Collection of one shots! :D

Warning smut. Johnlock. Have fun you dirty bastards ;)

What is love? If you asked 18 year old Sherlock Holmes, he would answer saying, "Love is a chemical defect found on the side of the losing." Or was that for sentiment? Well it doesn't really matter, does it? He feels the same way for both emotions. Well, he did. But that was before he met John Watson.

Sherlock Holmes and John Watson love each other. They just don't know it yet. This causes Sherlock to make a stupid decision.

Five months after Sherlock's "death", John begins to accept the truth that he had so long denied and finds it impossible to live separated from the detective. { This is a hurt/comfort fic. }