One-shot. Sherlock had a twin sister, a long time ago. And John was the only one who could fix things after she was gone.

What might of happened if Sherlock hadn't met John when he did? What might have happened if, instead, he met Jim?

Jim won't rig the game. He'd never risk spoiling this kind of fun. Guns, three crazy men, and possibly a bit of face-licking.

In the swhali language it means paradise. I never thought it was possible to be in a state of mind that would be considered anything to the like.

John makes a joke that sets Sherlock to thinking...about John. Not slash, although I suppose you could see it that way if you really try.

Post-Reichenbach. John hasn't been able to move on with his life after Sherlock died 3 years ago. On the third anniversary of his best friends death, John looks for a way to forget, but is instead greeted with something quite unexpected.

He watches over the faithful.

"John wasn't there. If he had seen Sherlock, if he had seen that raw need to forget, he could have stopped him." A case goes wrong and John is out of town, Sherlock turns to alternative means of forgetting. John puts him back together. Johnlock slashness.

Sebastion knew what Jim was up to all along. He tried to stop Jim, tried to make him promise, to make Jim let him come. But in the end, Jim only wanted his Tiger to live on... Their last talk before the fall of James Jim Moriarty.

The sequal to "Last Breath." Pretty much just John going back to the flat and finding the letter Sherlock left for him. Please do enjoy and review : thank you.

Sherlock had been waiting for this. He'd always assumed John had one foot out the door, ready to leave, ready to make a life with someone else.

A group bent on revenge comes to 221B, but instead of finding Sherlock, they find John. Now, left with no clues but a blood-splattered flat, Sherlock races to save John before it's too late.

Ma première fic, soyez indulgents! : John et Sherlock passent la soirée à Baker Street et échangent leurs idées sur l'influence qu'une personne peut avoir sur une autre. Juste un moment de répit dans leur existence mouvementée! - avec un second chapitre!

John and Sherlock wake up in a mysterious closet. Set before the events of The Reichenbach Fall.

Set between TGG and Scandal, we discover what happens after Jim's fated phone call. Rated M for eventual depictions of violence, non-con, torture, oral rape, blood play, knife play, well, you get the idea. Graphic, not for the faint of heart.

Short story based on a tumblr post " What if James from Third Star was actually Sherlock's twin. And he got cancer and died and Sherlock didn't..."

Three years after the fall and John still hadn't recovered from the loss of Sherlock. After staying in the house for months Mrs. Hudson takes him shopping. What he discovers changes everything. Maybe Sherlock Holmes is still alive. Might continue it.

M sent me this prompt: "Your character has a troubled past. Demonstrate this to the reader. Rules: They can't wake up from a dream in which their past haunts them, and they cannot find an artifact that reminds them of their past." Here is a poem.

Just a fun list!

He had to stop Sherlock. He had to save him. Most of all, he had to tell him that he loves him. The game had changed. Dramatically. Entirely. John suddenly had much more to lose. Prequel to Say What You Need to Say

A series of one-shots about Molly and Sherlock. Ranging from when they first meet to little conversations and situations they end up in. Friendship with glitters of Sherlolly. Prompts welcome.

"Jim's belt made a tiny noise when he took it off, but Sebastian kept his eyes forward." Rated M because HOO BOY, there's a lot of filthy stuff here. MorMor, but if you're looking for fluff - or even affection - look elsewhere.

Sherlock and John make cupcakes, because why not?

Wherein Mrs Hudson is not the sweet landlady. Neither is she your housekeeper. Rather, she is the sixth raven guardian of the Tower of London.

"Sherlock permaneció en su cama, mirando al techo. Sabía lo que le esperaba en cuanto saliese de la habitación y, la verdad, no le apetecía"