Hace mucho, mucho tiempo, en la mágica ciudad de Londres. Vivía un hombre, de nombre John... Prompt: Simbad el marino. Este fanfic participa en el Rally "The game is on!" del foro I am Sherlocked.

Sherlock is having the flu and is still determined to go on cases. John is worried about his best friend and goes into doctor mode.

Sherlock leaped to save his friends... and to save her. Moriarty only gave himself a fake gunshot wound to fool the detective. They grieved but no one expected the quiet one to have a deadly temper...or some family issues to work out. Moriarty messed up.

Rana, era una rana. ¿Por qué Sherlock siempre tenía la razón? Johnlock. AU. Este fanfic participa en el Rally "The game is on!" del foro I am Sherlocked, para el equipo "Criminal Husbands"

Todo aparenta ser un Lunes casual... hasta que Molly recibe un misterioso regalo Un one-shot

How come his younger brother had spotted the loneliness in his eyes when he was fully aware that he was alright being alone? But was he really alright?

The nightmares are horrible and have gone on for so long that John Watson was starting to get used to them, that is, until a certain Consulting Detective intervened.

Sherlock has been in his mind palace for days now, not eating, sleeping, or even hardly responding when spoken to. John's starting to get worried. What happens when Sherlock finally snaps out of it? Will he tell John what he's been thinking about? Set after Sherlock comes back from the fall. Hurt/Comfort/Adventure/Friendship -Rated for Violence.

Molly spends her Sunday afternoon at a beach, and it wouldn't be complete without some innocent teasing.

Even delicious things can be sour, at another glance. (Revision of an old fic with the addition of typical smut goodness.)

Etre le frère aîné n'est pas de tout repos, surtout lorsque son cadet s'appelle Sherlock... Un OS du POV de Mycroft qui retrace sa relation avec son frère depuis leur enfance jusqu'aux événements de la saison 3.

Times Sherlock thought the best way to protect John was to hurt him. Oneshots. H/C. No slash. Protective Sherlock and hurt/confused John.

In 221b Baker Street of Victorian London, consulting detective Molly Hooper and her best friend Mary Watson find themselves without a case and quite bored out of their minds. What better to do than to saunter down to St. Barts and make use of their morgue and pathologist, Sherlock Holmes? Victorian era; Swap!lock; Sherlolly. ON HOLD

A late night at St. Bart's morgue shows Sherlock that there is more to Molly Hooper than meets the eye. One-shot inspired by Lana Del Rey's Radio. Chapter 2: A misunderstanding brings Sherlock, Molly and John together for one rainy afternoon.

When Irene Adler reappears, Mycroft Holmes forces Sherlock to take her in, thinking that she can distract him from his unrequited love for John. Meanwhile, Sherlock decides to do something about Mycroft's isolation. Contains unrequited Johnlock, unrequited Sherlolly, Adlock, Mollcroft, and John/Mary.

Would death be better than this life? He's pondered the question many a time. (During Reichenbach, slight Johnlock)[Might be continued as a story]

A conversation about love on a rooftop of London that changes everything.

I guess John just never learns.

"Drip… Drip… Drip..." Alone and angry, Sherlock is thrown into a mysterious case with no clues or ideas to help solve it. He is out of his depth and is forced to call for back up. Together, can they solve the case or will it be too late?

-¡¿Cómo que le has perdido!- vociferó alterado./-Tranquilízate Gregory, estoy seguro de que le encontraremos- le contestó con una falsa calma./ /Este fanfic participa en el Rally "The game is on!" del foro I am sherlocked, para el equipo "The Goldenfish Club".

AU : fin des années 1800 - "Ces marques sont une cartographie de votre passé, Waston, une représentation dans l'espace de ce temps qu'a été votre vie jusqu'à aujourd'hui," constata Holmes. Avant d'ajouter avec une philosophie teintée de regret : "Vous êtes acteur de mes cicatrices présentes et futures alors que je ne peux être rien d'autre qu'observateur de vos cicatrices passées."

Lestrade grows tired of Donovan constantly calling Sherlock a freak. He tries to end it once and for all.

When Sherlock needs help, who will he turn to? Irene Adler seems his only choice, with her vast connections and abilities. Sherlock plans a dinner date to request her assistance, but does Irene have plans of her own? (Shirene, obvi, rated cuz I'm not sure what's gonna happen later xD)

Sherlock, who feels he is a superior being, doesn't understand that everyone once in a while people drop their phones... on their face. Short one-shot.

When the whole of the MET is moving to the new building of Scotland Yards our favourite DI, Greg Lestrade, has to pack too. While doing so he remembers how he and Mycroft Holmes became an item some years ago. Big thanks to my wonderful Beta Jack63kids!