Sherlock has been getting really bad headaches for the past few months and goes to the hospital to get a scan. The results aren't good...

"One crow for sorrow. Two crows for joy. Three crows for a girl. Four crows for a boy. Five crows for silver. Six crows for gold. Seven crows for a secret that's never, ever told." A series of one-shots based upon this rhyme, some Johnlock, some not. Some fluff, some not. Some angst...well you get the idea (Genres are... flexible. See inside for individual warnings.)

Diese Geschichte spielt 3 Jahre nach Sherlocks Sprung. John ist noch immer traurig und weiß nichts mit seinem Leben anzufangen, bis er die Waisenkinder Jane und Hamish kennenlernt...

This is just a small idea for a AU fic I wrote up. Thank you all who reviewed- I've decided to continue!- WILL BE EVENTUAL JOHNLOCK . Keyword eventual- I plan on making this a bit longer than anything I've written before. First posted story for me.

It was then, when Mycroft Holmes began to feel the ice thaw and the walls crack as a piece of his broken heart found its way back. And that, dear reader scared him more than he could say. What will the Ice Man do when his long lost daughter comes back into his life? Will his heart thaw? Or will his selfish ways lead him to ruin?

Starting the obligatory Return fic before BBC makes it entirely AU. Well, starting the Friendship version of it. The Johnlock version will be coming too...hopefully before becoming AU. T because of Feels necessarily coming.

John dies a natural death in a London hospice and guess who he's spending his last minutes with?

A memoir of the 3 years before and the single-life changing moment after. {Post-Reichenbach}

It begins with a fall.

Selon Freud, les pulsions de l'inconscient apparaissent sous forme masquées lorsque nous dormons. L'inconscient de Sherlock lui jouerait-il des tours ?

Je ferais de ton cœur un tas de cendre… Tel furent les mots de Jim Moriarty qui mettra bientôt sa menace à exécution. En effet, sous les coups du Napoléon du crime , le masque de Sherlock va se fendre, le menant au bord de la rupture. En parallèle un effroyable tueur en série apparaît à Londres, la police n'a aucune piste et fait appel au détective, la lutte s'annonce difficile.

We all know that Sherlock hates the Deerstalker hat. What could possibly happen to make him change his mind? A 221b to lighten your mood.

Шерлоку исполняется восемнадцать, и Майкрофт больше не может откладывать неизбежное. Их отношения выходят на новый уровень. Холмсцест! Третья часть пенталогии: Поцеловать, Прикоснуться, Попробовать, Подарить, Забрать. Можно читать как отдельный фанфик.

During Sherlock's absence both him and John look at the stars.

A (very short) one-shot. Molly receives an unexpected gift from an unexpected presence.

Jim Moriarty lleva cuatro años muerto y está aburrido, pero esta noche de Halloween quiere divertirse un poco con quien caiga en su telaraña.

Sherlock can't help but want to paint John -all the time- and John decides to give him a taste of his own medicine, / A short Artist!Lock drabble because I just discovered this and love love love it. A million and one thanks to gaytectives over on tumblr for the prompt. / Implied sexytimes but nothing at all graphic.

Alors que John souffre encore de temps en temps de PTSD (stress post-traumatique), Sherlock trouve de façon inconsciente de quoi l'apaiser…. En jouant du violon.

While he has expected the question, he didn't think the Chief Superintendent would be quite so blunt or hostile, considering that Sherlock died less than a week ago. DI Dimmock, Post-Reichenbach.

NOTE: I have moved to AO3 /works/1191540/chapters/2431059 John has a nightmare and Sherlock offers comfort. Leads to more but still pre-slash. Can be read as stand alone but more naturally follows 'UsCrotchCouch' John's POV. Still rating M to be safe.

"Caring is Sharing Mycroft." Says the devious little six year old. Well caring is not an advantage when it comes to cake.

Short story that I just randomly thought of and decided to randomly write. Sherlock and John are kidnapped. JimmyJohns if you squint.

Sherlock no le tiene miedo a la muerte. Nunca ha temido morir, de hecho, se había imaginado una muerte así de dramática. Bastante bien para alguien como él pero ahora no era el momento, no ahora que estaba empezando a vivir de verdad. Johnlock implicito.

"You what?" Sherlock made an impatient noise. "I want to go out with you. On a date." "Yeah, but I thought you were…" he made an indiscernible noise, but Sherlock stood patiently before him, arms crossed and frowning slightly. "Yes?" "Asexual." The silence was too much and he looked up at Sherlock's face, only to see confusion. "So?" A Johnlock fic, with asexual Sherlock.

Sherlock and John are both victims of a "random selfie" taker.