Three couples that we know and the things they do differently throughout their day. Just having fun. I do not own Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Seb Moran or James Moriarty.

CHANGED MY PENNAME BUT IT'S STILL ME! Still the same story, but now becoming a continuing sick fic with mildly slashy undertones. Chapter 42: Can you trust someone on the strength of a telephone call? If that trust hurts the one you're with, should you?

AU John needs a new phone that doesn't bend time, risk his life, and have a man on the other end who claims to be the world's greatest detective, except that he can't figure out how he accidentally called Dr. Watson instead of his brother. Slash.

Sherlock's encounters with small people. Originally a one-shot, but I am going to challenge myself with fun! Look for more chapters soon! Sherlolly fluff!

John needs a hug from Sherlock. These drabbles are SLASH- don't like it then don't read it. Johnlock.

It's Sherlock's birthday, and Mycroft decided it was time for a party... at the Holmes' manor. It's time for John to meet Sherlock's mother and all the family. and Mycroft accidently let slip that John was Sherlock's boyfriend. will John be able to persuade the family otherwise or does he need to? first Sherlock fanfic! Johnlock Edited it so please re-read Love IantoIStheBEST xx

Sherlock is rendered permanently blind by an explosion and must try to piece his life back together by beginning a new one. John is there with him every step of the way.

An English boutique, right in the middle of Paris? There was absolutely nothing that would make Francis Bonnefoy to set his foot in such place. Nothing - exept the rain.

France/England: Victorian gentleman Arthur winds up in the company of the handsome farmer Francis. Will he be able to keep from throwing himself into those muscular, sun-bronzed arms? No. De-anon from the kink meme, finished.

Conflict in the British Isles was finally over and Wessex – renamed England – prevailed. As Francis Bonnefoy sails towards white cliffs, he makes a startling discovery. Who is this emerald eyed boy, decorated by angel wings? RP with Hannaadi88.

It all began when a French boy found a bench and an English boy sitting on it. FrUk AU.

By all means get lost, curse the ticket machines and hold the map upside-down but just try to avoid getting caught by a certain tall, blonde Frenchmen. That is, if you're Arthur Kirkland anyway. Slight FranceXUK. Warning: A bad French accent.