'Molly walked over to the door, gasping as her whole body went numb as her eyes fell on the television. "Did you miss me?" It couldn't be possible. It couldn't be him. But then all of a sudden everything made sense, the missed calls and the worried texts. He was back.' My take on what could happen next. Spoilers for all 3 series. Set straight after HLV.

Molly is taking John and Mary's daughter for the weekend, and Sherlock is offended. Surely, despite having no direct experience with children himself, he's the superior choice? A pre-Sherlolly fluff fix with babysitting fun! ONESHOT

If Sherlock's kitchen was his laboratory, then his bedroom was his museum. Separation anxiety!Sherlock, Johnlock.

This is my first fanfic that I have ever done so hopefully it's ok. Sherlock meets a woman and becomes fascinated by her. Pretty much smut but eh what can you do? It's M for a reason. I don't own anything from this show just writing this for fun.

Bonjour, petit frère  voici les premiers mots que Mycroft avait dit à Sherlock.

"John used to think that meeting Sherlock was what he was always meant to do and that somewhere there was some version of them that got it right."

He looked like an angel. Or maybe a devil. Greg Lestrade tightened his grip on his gun and told himself that this man was neither.

because once Gregson wanted to write and Bradstreet wanted to dance and Lestrade wanted to play guitar

I'm publishing all the Lestrade stuff I'm finding on my computer. Gregson wants to be a tree when he dies.

trad de Steady Little Soldier - Sherlock fugue et écrit a John pour lui donner rendez-vous au restaurant Angelo.

Molly thinks Tom is good for her, until he isn't.

On the eve of Sherlock's exile to Eastern Europe, he writes a letter to Molly. What happens when she reads it?

Set when Sherlock is thirteen years old. After another beating at school, Sherlock can no longer hold in his pain, and breaks down in front of Mycroft. This is my first ever attempt at publishing fanfic.

What happens when Sherlock's body stops being just transport and he's reminded of his own mortality; more importantly, when he's reminded of the only one he'd ever miss? One-shot inspired by the song by Metric – not a songfic – rated T for mild-language, allusions to drug use. Eventual Johnlock

Only Sebastian Moran could keep the world's only consulting criminal from a tantalizing call. Light but implicit Jim / Sebastian. Might be continued.

Sherlock finally decides to tell his biggest secret to John. But what happens if Sherlock ends up in the face of rejection? WARNING:There are/will be adult themes, torture, triggers, self harm topics; read with caution if any of this bothers you. Johnlock.

Soulmate AU where your Soulmate's name is written across your wrist. "...That is why we call them Soulmates, because it is believed that even after physical life their souls will remain tethered together, their hearts anchored, linked inexorably." ...multi chapter fic, eventual Johnlock

Omega verse. College Life. John slowly swiveled to face the man – Sherlock – slumped on the ground struggling to remove his coat. God, was he high right now? "No." John exhaled slowly, struggling to keep his voice steady and slow, "Sorry, Sherlock's in a bit of trouble."

Sherlock and John were struggling before they found each other. An inside look at what it was like to be them before "A Study in Pink". Two character studies for Holmes and Watson respectively - my first ever attempt at either character. I'd love your opinions on how you think I did :)

Pre- Series. Slightly AU. Kid!fic. Sherlock and John had met before.

Sherlock knelt on the floor of the dining room, he could feel his knees bruising, but he didn't dare move. The assassin's hand was on the trigger of the gun that was to his head, and he knew that they would be all too happy to shoot.

Quick fluffy/angsty one-shot in which John and Sherlock have been captured by Moriarty and are trapped in a pitch black room. I will possibly add more to the story in the future.

John is haunted by memories, plagued with the pain of his past. An alternate beginning to Series 3. I own nothing.

Mystrade fluff. Written for i-am-mycroft-holmes over on tumblr. Turns out I like writing Christmas themed Sherlock fic. *shrugs* Enjoy!

The Great Sherlock Holmes was in love. Yes, that's right. In love. Sherlolly. One-shot. Complete.