Based off of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Sherlock is visited by three ghosts who show him the error of his ways, and what is to become of him if he does not change and what will happen to the people around him. Merry Christmas everyone!

It's Christmas Eve and a sickly, drunk Sherlock thinks he spies a familiar face.

Sherlock thinks he knows what all of his presents are. John knows otherwise. (And you *know* Sherlock would be the type to guess all his presents, right?) John/Sherlock

"Let me get this straight, John. You want me to have dinner with my brother," Sherlock said. "Voluntarily." "Yes, as your present to me. Come have a polite dinner with Mycroft, and you won't have to buy me anything. Just … do this for me?" Later, John would cringe remembering the note of pleading in his voice.

John is making Christmas cookies, and Sherlock wants to have sex. Written for Secret Santa on Tumblr for Ninja Terra. Smut with some fluff.

John gets drunk and leads Sherlock to contemplate what it would be like to live in the Victorian era. Slight Johnlock. K for drunkenness.

Sherlock Holmes n'avait jamais aimé noël. Ennuyant, futile, exaspérant, stupide et il en passait. Et si c'était voué à changer ?

There are now six victims in the case of the SALIGIA-killer, where all murders have been linked to the Seven Deadly Sins. Sherlock is convinced he knows who the killer is, but he will not say anything to John, because he has already been wrong once. Rated T for bizarre murders and language.

Answer to a prompt made on Tumblr by mystradedoodles. John's therapist asks him to keep a journal of how he feels. It's a struggle at first but soon he pours his grief into each entry. Eventually, the grief turns into stories, fantasies. Cases that never were, moments that don't exist. All within the confines of a tiny hidden journal.

John plans a date with his asexual, sociopathic flatmate. All does not run smoothly. Can Sherlock and John make their way through date night. This is fluffy slash for Christmas. Rated T for language, snogging and mild adult references. Now Complete!Merry Christmas!

I become suspicious about explosions, kidnappings, and murders happening in London and find that one Sherlock is in the middle. After finding out more about this mysterious character, things get interesting and I, Neries, soon find myself in a little more adventure and mystery than I bargained for...

Mrs. Hudson places mistletoe in Sherlock and John's flat. Sherlock should have just left it alone - but leaving things alone isn't very interesting, is it? Johnlock Christmas fluff, written for the 221B Advent Calendar.

Sherlock has heightened senses making Christmas a difficult time for him. There's all the colours and smells. And then there's John's jumper which is made of wool and Sherlock really cannot stand wool.

Sherlock's in a huff and John tries to coax him out. After the Blind Banker episode, but before The Great Game. Friend fic, no slash.

John Watson is haunted by memories of his past. No matter how hard he tries, he can't seem to keep Sherlock out of his life. (Set post-Reichenbach, kind of my headcanon about their reunion.)

Lestrade is tired of watching John and Sherlock long for each other, so he gives them a little nudge. Fluffy funny little Christmas one-shot. Written for Tumblr Secret Santa, for TakingToTheWind. (Cross-posted to .)

A Sherlockian version of the night before Christmas.

When Mycroft asks for their help, Sherlock and John are suddenly on a case of deception, disguise, and deceit. What do a bar, mafia, and elegance have in common? Well Sherlock apparently. Slash, Sherlock in heels, John The Mob. Written together with SeaStoneChair.

The man had never before truly viewed John as a romantic interest, but acknowledging Sherlock's desires, playing them up with him, and taking control as he did, had moved John's room in his mind palace from the important, but still impersonal, second floor west wing, right next to Sherlock's own, and then gave it a conjoined bathroom

Poor John. He really set himself up for disaster with this one, didn't he? Sherlock plus cutout cookies equal... well, you'll find out... Please review! No slash, just Christmas fun!

On Christmas Eve, Sherlock is visited by four spirits, showing him his past, present, and future Christmases.

Fanfiction prenant pour point de départ la fin du troisième épisode. Blessés, Sherlock et John se retrouvent à l'hôpital. Le temps pour Sherlock d'ouvrir les yeux et de comprendre ce qui se passe en lui... ATTENTION!Il n'y aura pas de yaoi!

On Christmas Eve, the animals talk to each other, and humans can understand what they say. Sherlock, lonely and high on the streets of London, listens to the life-changing wisdom of a raven. Merry Christmas to all of you! (Rated M for drugs). Image by Rranne.

"It was Christmas Eve. Snow coated the rooftops and glistened on windowsills. Twinkling lights shone warmly from houses and buildings. Children played in the street, their laughter ringing throughout the cold winter air. The happiest time of year had arrived. It was Christmas Eve, and John Watson was alone." Post-Reichenbach. Implied Johnlock. Oneshot.

Scenes from a special, private Advent of John and Sherlock... That's it. :D