The aftermath to torture will never be fun. Slash, mentions of toture, John/Sherlock, slight mention of jokey John/Mycroft. An epilogue to Bound and Gagged.

In Which Jim Moriarty has tentacles that can extrude from his back, but unfortunately they have minds of their own and may be even more trouble than Jim himself. 5 Times Moriarty's Tentacles Were Naughty, and One Time They Were Nice. Crack. WIP

What happens when a bomb in Bookworld flings BBC Sherlock's John into the world of fan fiction? What will happen? Why is Sherlock a woman, and Mycroft a fish? Will he be able to get back to his script? More importantly, will he want to? Meta Crack fic.

"In spite of all precautions, having an eyas-child is always a tricky business, especially at my age." Sherlock and John share a moment after the birth of their child. AU Mashup of Wingfic, Omegaverse, and Mpreg. A bit of hurt/comfort & fluff. Non-crack

The words never come easily to Sherlock, John supposes. The right words never do come easily. They are earned, paid with the heavy gold of shared emotions, experiences, touches given and received. John knows. He hears the word in Sherlock's every action.

John convinces Sherlock to join the Greatest International Scavenger Hunt the World Has Ever Seen, the brainchild of Misha 'Castiel' Collins. Can Sherlock rise to the challenge? Is he in it to win it? And will John ever be the same after it's over?

Medieval AU. Sir John is struck down by a curse, and must seek the strange grey-eyed Witch of the Westmoreland to have his wound healed, or lose his soul. Based the song of the same name, as well as other folk songs and stories. Magic Realism

John couldn't help but notice that Sherlock never actually apologized for 'drugging' him and locking him the lab at Baskerville. 'Won't happen again,' didn't count, really. That was fine - John was more than capable of getting his own back.

Every story needs a good, old-fashioned villain. Every legend needs a hero. Every fairy tale has magical curses. Every good adventure story has a man fighting a monster. But villainous monsters, like heroic men, come in many shapes and many sizes, and it is not always easy to tell which is which. (In which here be giants. Twisted fairy tale.)

When Sherlock is forced to share his eyrie, he is determined to make the best of it. However, he has no intention of ever pair-mating. It's a pity his body has other ideas. John Watson can't believe his luck when he meets Sherlock Holmes. But who would ever want a flightless Tiercel with PTSD who can't even manage a courtship flight? Wingfic with Omegaverse elements.

John Watson - doctor, soldier, clarinetist. In BBC's Sherlock, from a throw away line comes this: a guide on clarinets for fan fic writers. Covered are basic technical specs, techniques, construction, and whether or not a clarinet is sexy.

Ficlet where John confronts Sherlock about some weird things he's observed. Rips on 'Twilight'. Has fruit preserves. Crack story, and not really a crossover fic, because there are NO vampires.

It was an experiment. Then it was phonesex. Now it's something unexpected. Sherlock is on detox and bored. He calls a sex line. He gets John. Intrigued, he calls back several times. But the experiment isn't going quite how Sherlock predicted... NOT crack.

The Doctor and the Detective sounds like a rubbish romance novel. The Detective and His Blogger has some potential though. Text "snapshots" of John and Sherlock's developing relationship from their admissions of romantic interest to their anniversary and beyond. Smatterings of Lestrade, Mycroft and others. Fluff and sarcasm galore! Rated for minor sexual references and language.

John finally gets to meet the infamous Mummy - Penny Holmes. She hosts a ball in celebration of them and he catches a glimpse of Sherlock's past and what led to the creation of the Sherlock he knows and loves.*Finally updated*

John visits the cemetery after Sherlock's death. He talks and hopes that somehow Sherlock can hear him. Because there are a lot of things he left unsaid. And damn him if he's not going to take advantage of the fact that Sherlock is finally silent. A series of drabbles detailing John's cemetery conversation with Sherlock. Angst and hints of slash.

A smile.That's all Molly wants to see. But its not going to happen. She knows that now. Not until this is all over and Sherlock is free to see John. John is the only one who will be able to make him smile again. Which is only fair considering Sherlock is the only one who will ever make John smile again.Post-Reichenbach angst/reunion fic.

Post- Reichenbach. John and Sherlock understand each other in ways no one else does. So when John asks "Alright there, Sherlock?" those three simple words have so much more meaning than they appear to. Friendship study to show the depth of their relationship. Not intended as slash but if you want to read it that way you can.

A simple fluffy piece in honor of my favorite holiday - Halloween. John decorates and Sherlock is affectionate. Written in 221B format.

AU - PirateLock! Swashbuckling adventures with Captain Sherlock Holmes and his ship, The Watson. Will include AU versions of Lestrade, Mrs. Hudson, Molly, Irene,Moriarty and smatterings of Mycroft,Donovan and Anderson as well. *On Hiatus*

A pointlessly fluffy one shot in which John, Mrs. Hudson and Sherlock bake, have a food fight and interact like the strange little family that they are.Just for fun really. Very light slash towards the end - can be read as friendship fic if you like.

So John and Sherlock. Sherlock and John. Together as a couple - officially. How will everyone react to that? Gratuitous humor and fluff mingled with crime-scenes and deductions. Will include Mrs. Hudson,Molly,Mycroft, The Yarders, blog readers and more! Sequel to Getting Tedious. *On Hiatus*

"I wish you would stop that." Sherlock grumbles. "Stop what?" "Telling everyone... that we're not a couple!" The boys aren't fooling anyone and this constant denial is getting tedious. Why can't they just stop lying to themselves and everyone else?

Every night he picks a piece of Sherlock's clothing and wraps it around himself before going to bed. He lays there and pretends that the warmth; the scent clinging to him comes from Sherlock gently holding him. Angsty one-shot. Post-Fall

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. That's always been John's motto. Sherlock's death certainly hasn't made him stronger, so is it killing him? So slowly and silently nobody realizes it? Just an angsty drabble to help me cope with the Fall