Sherlock Holmes. The world's only consulting detective. He is a genius, a highly functioning sociopath and completely emotionless. He will always stay that way, but when a secret is revealed, will 221B Baker Street ever be the same again?!

A book of Johnlock One-Shots. None of these stories follow on from each other, that's why they're called one-shots. Enjoy!

Scotland Yard never thought the Freak could have a friend, yet alone boyfriend. But that all changes one day when a Canadian soldier comes along and ruins the bet.

In a world where you're born with the first name of your soulmate on your wrist, some people spend their whole lives waiting, while others know too many people with the same name. Sherlock Holmes has always found the concept of soulmates frustrating and tiresome and, secretly, quite lovely. Or perhaps that's due to spending too much time in the morgue with Molly. Either way, as a boy, he found it quite frustrating that his soulmate has such a generic name. I mean, really, couldn't his parents have been a little more unique with their choice of names? John Watson has spent most of his life ignoring the name on his wrist. He wasn't even sure he was gay, and what kind of person has such an odd name, anyway? So John keeps moving through life, intent on choosing his own path in life. So what happens when these two cross paths?

Sherlock and John go on an undercover mission which forces them in to a situation where they can't deny their feelings any longer.

Sherlock is basically asexual. John is a bisexual dominant who has lots of hook-ups. They are flatmates. Sherlock becomes curious... *Alternative Universe* *AU Never Met* *Dom/Sub, but no bondage, whips, etc.* *sexy times* *eventual smut*

John hates the idea of soulmates. The scar covered, cursive writing of the word 'Willaim' haunts him with childhood trauma made worse by his experiences from the war. Sherlock has always denied his ability to love. The name on his wrist the only reminder that he can. When he meets John Watson he believes he may have found the only person who could make him more human. But how can he know when John won't show his soulmates name to anyone, ever.

A bunch of stories about Sherlock that are created in the never-ending, psychedelic tunnel that is my mind.

Fluffy teenlock set in a world where you only see in colour when you find your soulmate. The idea for this was from tumblr. Don't worry it's not the hat fic.

Sherlock and John get kidnapped by Moriarty. Will John make it out alive?