Imagine yourself in the TV show Sherlock Holmes. You live in the flat just below Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson. It has been many years since you last saw the consulting detective, seeing as you were just kids when he moved away. But now, you are disappointed find that he doesn't remember you. It becomes your goal to make him remember and in the process you find that you have fallen in love with him. Will he love you back, though? That question haunts you every day when you show up at his door to help him solve cases. The game in on! (I do not own any of the Sherlock characters!)

Pretty much what it says on the tin. There will be happy, cute, fluffy oneshots, but others will be sad and angsty. My writing is trash, but it's high quality trash. Harry and Glyn (from school) - you have read this before, please do not read it again or I will have the incentive to hurt you Please don't steal my ideas (unless I'm using a prompt) without giving credit and/or asking first :) I do not and will not write smut. Requests are closed indefinitely unless I miraculously rejoin the fandom. I do not own the characters or some of the plot. All of the characters belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle and the BBC, or they are based off of people I know in real life. Enjoy :)

It's been 2 years since the Reichenbach fall, and John is a mess. Recent events have motivated Sherlock to reunite with his doctor, but things don't go as he planned when he finds John's dark secrets. Will John be able to forgive Sherlock from hiding from him for all these years? There is also a new consulting detective in town, one that rivals Sherlock in every way, including for John's affections. Then when John is kidnapped Sherlock has got to unravel the case, for his reputation and John's life is at stake. He has to forget what Mycroft said about caring, and needs to realize that being alone won't stop him from burning, just like Moriarty promised I don't own the characters from the bbc show Sherlock But I do own my other consulting detective.

When Sherlock gets deep into a case that ends up causing him to blindly drink an unknown vile to stop it from being taken into the wrong hands, it's up to John Watson to find a way to save Sherlock from the rather nature defying side affects that follow... (my first fanfic, don't judge (; )

John dies and Sherlock blames himself, so much so that the guilt begins to affect his life. However, he keeps getting dreams of John talking to him and assuring him that he's not dead. Eventually Sherlock doesn't seem to know reality from dreams and everyone around thinks he's crazier than usual. As it is, Sherlock was in coma for awhile and John, very much alive, had been by his bedside constantly and talking to him in hopes he wakes up. Inspired by my favorite Futurama episode.

-Johnlock Fanfic- 🍩-What if in an alternate reality people have visual signs of soulmates identity? Names written on their wrists? 🍪-And what if William Sherlock Scott Holmes has a mysterious name in his wrist that he cannot find it's owner?-"Who names their kid Hamish?"-Although for him is easy having liberal parents that aren't homophobic. 🍘-But for John H. Watson it is different!- "William? A BOY!"-His parents are flustered and after Harriet (Johns sister) they are even more! 🥯-John doesn't believe in these kind of stuff and has given up before even starting and Sherlock is married to his work. But John is looking for a flatmate and Mike takes him to Sherlock... 🥮-After the worst case John has ever faced a certain detective tries to cheer his blogger by filling up a Christmas to-do list which was given him for a reason! Read to learn more about this awesome 'way' of them finding each other and their happiness -'Because sometimes when you don't look for it...It finds it's way to you!'- Enjoy 🥂

Mycroft The Ice man has been feeling lonely so when Sherlock invites him to a party, he finds it incredible he even considers going and when there's a drunken kiss between him and DI Lestrade things take a huge turn in his life, but for better or worse?

To see life fade from your loved one, to not feel their pulse, breaks you and you can never fix it however hard you try, it can never be fixed for as long as you live. This is the story of the man who had lost the only person he loved but can that person return before he attempts to join them. John and Sherlock never lived a danger free life, but know everything was crashing all around them, and as John pulled himslef from the rubble to move on from his past Sherlock, the only question is can Sherlock do the same or will he fall further than ever before?

Kill me, Kill me some more, Put me in a blender or the ground then dig me up, School is shit, People are shit, Life is shit, Everything but Music, Magic and Me is shit. Everything except for those three M's and reading/writing about the one and only amazing dysfunctional high-functioning sociopathic man that can deduce the last time you wiped your arse from a hair on your dirty left shoe. There will be a shit ton of angst and sadshit here prepare your tissuebox. :) I will not be fucking writing smut for you fucking dirty twisted horny bastards, you can imagine that shit by yourself. PREFRENCES EXIST MATE I wrote this for an English Assessment god help my poor mentally ill brain

Sherlock, John, and Mary live finely till Mary unearths some secrets that jeopardize her unborn baby. When a case leads to the killing of Mary Watson, John and Sherlock are left to pick each other's pieces back up, and rebuild the other. It's gay, btw