Molly is shot and dies in Sherlock's arms. Song-fic of Les Miserables' "A Little Fall of Rain." Rated T for character death. Written as mild Sherlolly, but can be interpreted as Johnlock if you squint.

"Severin rests his chin on Richard's shoulder and watches as the never-been family bleeds and dies. It's then that Jim excuses himself." Richard and Severin's baby dies at childbirth. Jim doesn't understand.

The last thing teenage Sherlock Holmes wants to do on Halloween is attend a class party. Much to his dismay, he gets dragged to one anyway. At least he has a witch and a flask to keep him company in his sulk.

"The first time Sherlock Holmes stopped the world, he was seventeen...And while some days he relished in the solitude, others the emptiness of the world was so staggering that he despised it...He began to resent the ability, wishing instead only for a mind that was not in a constant state of attempted self-destruction. Then one day, the world stopped at someone else's hands."

When John receives a letter from the army requesting his return to Afghanistan, Sherlock realises that the only way he can get John to stay is by revealing his true feelings. Text-Snapshot and Oneshot (unless otherwise requested).

Greg is an Omega. This is slightly problematic with his job, but he's finally got everyone convinced that he doesn't need an Alpha to be able to do his job. His heats are regular, allowing him to spend that week at home. Everything is going good until Sherlock Holmes shows up on his doorstep the night before his heat. Rest of summary inside. Less smutty than most Omegaverse stories

"Is this the solution you found to our problem?" Jim asks, flexing his fingers against the rope binding his hands behind the chair. He's starting to lose feeling in them. "To bring me to your flat, keep me hostage, and force me to give you the keyword to call off my snipers?" (Probably D/s undertones, and spoilers.)

Post Reichenbach. John is determined to clear Sherlock's name after his death and solve the mystery surrounding Moriarty on his own, no matter what the cost. But as with any case not all is what it seems...

After running off by himself again, Sherlock is forcibly given a dose of LSD. Unable to tell the difference between reality and hallucinations, he unwillingly and unknowingly gives everyone an unfiltered look into his own mind. And what they see is startling. OneShot. Mentions of child abuse. Wear wichever goggles you choose.

In the darkest part of her mind, Molly thinks she could have saved him.

Sherlock grunted, but John ignored it, focusing instead on working his tongue along the seam of Sherlock's lips. He needed this, needed something, to prove that Sherlock was still here, alive and in his arms, and it was either this or beating him bloody.

"I don't think there is any other way for me to describe the way I feel for you. It's so strong, so deep. I feel as though I cannot be myself without you. That's why if anything were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to go on. You have become so much a part of me..." Post-Reichenbach, Johnlock with hints of Mystrade and MorMor. SailorXStar as Sherlock and my RP buddy as John.

" 'Jesus Christ. What happened last night' " Lestrade takes John out for a night at the pub, and John ends up revealing more than he wanted when Sherlock shows up to take him home. Johnlock One-shot.

Sherlock and John are on a case when Sherlock slips into a pool. John saves him and takes him home

After a late night and very early morning full of work, John decides they're going out. They climb into a cab with the instructions given to the cabbie - "Take us somewhere."

John struggles to breathe through her scattered Mrs Hudson-isms. She's invading the flat, their flat, with the smell of stale cake and secret oh-one-won't-hurt cigarettes. He bites back an imitation of Sherlock's casual cruelty that would quieten her because it wouldn't help. Sherlock is gone. There are enough echoes in the flat, he doesn't need another one on his tongue.

There's no time for feelings with kidnappers and murderers on the loose. For John and Sherlock, dealing with their emotions has always been a complicated give-and-take… Can they figure things out between them AND bring justice to the streets of London? Slash. Post TRF.

In a world where one's soul-mate is represented through a swirl of colour on one's arm, will a man with an unusual colour ever find who he's looking for? Johnlock.

"It's important to me, John!" rated T for drug use, self harm, and other mature content. Possible trigger warning.

A summer's picnic.

Post-S1 AU: Molly is paid a visit by the Consulting Criminal and Sherlock stumbles into the emotional minefield that is the aftermath. John sits on the sidelines drinking tea. Rated M for strong violence and other adult content in later chapters.

What if Sherlock didn't take down Moriarty's criminal web for those three years? What if he was instead taken by Moriarty, his own little toy to play with? Warning: includes non-con and gun play!

This is the third chapter of a collaborative fic that a group of people are writing on sherlolly(dot)com. It's Sherlolly (obviously) and the basic concept is that Sherlock, John, and Molly are traveling around the world to solve a case. Each chapter will take place in a different location (somewhere that the author of that chapter is familiar with).

After Two years of not being with Sherlock, a grief shocked and love struck John has just given up on hope, he genuinely loves the consulting detective and needs to be with him. So what will happen when Sherlock returns to confess his love to the ex Army Doctor? Will it blossom into something beautiful or will their friendship be ruined forever?

TRADUCTION de Verityburns - Alors que John se remet des effets d'un kidnapping brutal, lui et Sherlock assistent tous les deux à la Fête de Noël de Scotland Yard. Et sur la piste de danse, il a y a quelques ... 'évolutions'.