Johnlock oneshots (None of these fics belong to me, all writers credited) Smut / fluff and more ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

“Love is a psychological and physiological phenomenon, made of synapses and hormones, endorphins and dopamine receptors, pheromones, experiences, commonalities, mutual attraction. Not the muscle of the heart. Inexact metaphor. Designed for poetry, not accuracy.” First person, present tense story told from Sherlock's point of view. Written in early 2011, prior to series 2.

Ich denke, der Titel erklärt alles. Ein paar (meistens fluffy) Johnlock Oneshots für euch. Achtung!! Einige der OS könnten sexuelle Handlungen enthalten, aber das hält euch ja sowieso nicht davon ab, das hier zu lesen, richtig? ;)

Some Johnlock smut and fluff xx Random shorts about the boys Smut and nsfw warning Enjoy x Edit* Hey everyone! Thanks for liking my stories! * prompts or requests welcome*

This is my short JohnLock story, I really hope you like it and find it a good read :)

Sherlock Holmes a seventeen years old teenager got expelled from school. The reason of that was because he burned his dorm room. He went to a new school together with his older brother Mycroft and ended up sharing a dorm room with John Watson, doctor in training. And so it begins - My first book here 😇 Written in 2017 English is not my native language. __ ► Johnlock , Mystrade , MorMor ► Part of the epilogue is with Parentlock

Sherlock is out of nicotine patches and his mood is, well you can probably imagine. John refuses to buy him patches because he was just out shopping. Instead he insists that Sherlock eats something and one thing leads to another and ends in a game, which both are far too willing to play.

[Completed] [Five years after the end of Series 4] Life has moved on. Everyone has moved on. Except for two of London's most important people. #2 in johnlock :: may 2019

“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.”