Sherlock has gotten something wrong (a minuscule and extremely trivial thing, mind you) and he has locked himself in the closet. Sheriarty and Johnlock (If you squint). (Disclaimer: Much of the dialogue is taken from season 9, episode 12 of South Park, "Trapped In the Closet". The characters in this story belong to Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Steven Moffat and Mark Gatiss.)

Mrs. Hudson finds out about what took place in the lab at Baskerville. She's not happy with Sherlock. Semi-consensual spanking of one Mr. Sherlock Holmes. Sequel to "The Experiment." Rated T for swearing and spanking.

John finds a red thong at the store. He buys it and goes home, planning to surprise Sherlock when he returns home. Smut ensues. Mature readers, please!

"That's what the Holmes boys are, John. They're like drugs. Like morphine. Medicinal in small, controlled doses; addictive all too quickly; and destructive with regular exposure." There was a falling out, once, between Sherlock and Mycroft, and two more, not unrelated, between the Holmes boys and Maddie. Now John is piecing the tale together.

Molly has to speak at Sherlock's funeral. But how can she do that, when she knows the truth about what happened?

Sherlock goes out to open seas to search for the one thing that may save his and the lives of others. However, he's surprised when he hits the bottom.

because some things i have to do- Reichenbach freeverse

5,000 kilometers is a long way. Especially if you are waiting to see someone you love. Fluff, post-teenlock

If only they had been born stupid, brash, and happy. Sherlock/OC Antagonist. oneshot

Sherlock was never the one for romance. But a pair of fuzzy handcuffs changed the world as he knew it. Smut!Fluff/ Johnlock. M just to be safe.

Molly shares the reason she lets Sherlock boss her around, and John wonders a bit.

Molly decided she won't take Sherlock's cruelty any longer... and things don't go quite as planned. (I don't own Sherlock or anything ABBA.)

Their relationship is crafted of complexity, with a hundred sides and a thousand layers. 100 Theme Challenge, Johnlock-centric.

Inspired by Florence The Machines: Cosmic Love, After a year of trying to cope with the death of Sherlock, John finds it very difficult to even move on, going into the same routine every day. One night at Angelo's, John receives a text message from someone he didn't expect to get a message from. JohnLock MxM, Reviews are appreciated. Enjoy! Rated M for later chapters

Lestrade is confronted with a strange case that involves a conspiracy theorist, urban legends and probably more than just one victim and the great question: Call or don't call Sherlock Holmes?

... and a friend by choice. We all love our world's only consulting detective; but would we love his sister too, if he had one? Would she be as annoying, as genius as Sherlock? What if she appeared on the doorway to 221B Baker Street? How would that go? 'Dear Christ, there's two of them.' Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock, or any of the characters.

CHANGED MY PENNAME BUT IT'S STILL ME! Still the same story, but now becoming a continuing sick fic with mildly slashy undertones. Chapter 42: Can you trust someone on the strength of a telephone call? If that trust hurts the one you're with, should you?

John's life 3 years after Sherlock's death. Story told in dated oneshots and scenes.

Sherlock has always been a bit strange. John has brought his son over who is convinced that Sherlock is a little bit dragon...

John se met lui aussi à jouer au détective. Malheureusement, cela pourrait lui coûter la vie. GEN. Très librement inspiré de la nouvelle d'ACD, Le pouce de l'Ingénieur.

5 veces (o más) en las que el detective inspector Gregory Lestrade dijo que no a Mycroft Holmes, y una vez en que tal vez "no" era la respuesta que Mycroft deseaba. *¡Mystrade!* (5 1)

Sally Donovan once said that one day, Sherlock Holmes would be the one to put the body at the crime scene. She just never thought it would be his own. /Oneshot/

He blames Sherlock for a lot of things.

"There wasn't a pulse, but John could swear that he could see the body breathing. " It had been a whole three years, but it still seemed like yesterday. Sherlock had jumped. John had been forced to watch. Despite the time passing, it still hurt him as if it happened yesterday. How could Sherlock just leave him like that?

Sally and Sherlock are not what they seem. Or are they? Maybe they don't know themselves.