Children go to take their picture with Santa all the time, it isn't until some of them begin to go missing that Sherlock Holmes begins to investigate.

Just a short drabble where John finds out it's Sherlock's birthday. First time writing for this fandom so be nice.

Molly spent a lovely drunken evening with John...then Sherlock showed up and brought it to the next level. Molly remembers bits and pieces of (what she recalls as) a very busy night, then peeks in on John and Sherlock having an equally busy morning. *Now re-written with more details* Vague Jolly, a bit of Jollock, and Johnlock Lemons and Slash Modeled after a dream I had...

Loosely inspired by the song Beneath Your Beautiful by Labyrinth and Emeli Sande. Our story follows Emily, a costume assistant on Sherlock, who falls for the leading man and together they help each other to see that beneath their insecurities they're beautiful.

When John is injured, his life takes a sudden turn to the left. All he wants is normalcy- - - well, either that, or finally getting together with Sherlock. But Sherlock goes on as though nothing's changed, and John wonders if things ever will. Johnlock. M for reasons. Drama/Romance/Hurt/Comfort. A gift for marsdaydreams, via johnlockchallenges, on tumblr.

Post-Reichenbach. Pre-Slash. Suicidal ideals. This is my first story so I'm crap at summaries. John figures out that he's never spent one of Sherlock's birthdays with him until Mycroft brings it up. He still doesn't know how to cope months after Sherlock's 'death.' Rated M just to be safe.

It had been three years since the fall. Jim shows up unexpectedly to find Sebastian not quiet how he left him. Please read and review.

Boredom drives Sherlock and John into an argument. This is an extension of a chapter from Alpha-Omenga, as requested by a guest reviewer. Please enjoy. Rated T - established relationship/angst

Sherlock liked to be in control… and John likes to be controlled. Warnings: PWP, slight (?) BDSM, graphic sex scene, bad English (it's not my native language), unbeta-ed. My first BBC Sherlock fic, please tell me your opinions, help me to improve!

A world where Sherlock brings her breakfast in bed would not be right at all. It would be very very wrong, and somewhat terrifying. [Follow up to Cake]

They say that misery loves company. After three years without any, a mysterious stranger shows John Watson that he's not alone.

"Hey, Holmes!" "Yes, Detective Inspector?" "Don't act innocent with me! How dare you get me into bed and then just leave!" "Are you saying that you wanted me to stay?" Mystrade one shot. I wrote this as a sequel to my other Mystrade one shot, Legendary, but it can also be read as a stand-alone fic.

Sherlock is undercover and hunting down all of Moriarty's assassins, one by one. However, when John is severely hurt and Sherlock is not allowed to visit him for fear of blowing his cover, all Sherlock can do is sit, miles away, and watch his best friend die from a distance. / One year after Reich. Can be seen as bromance or Johnlock, take your pick. Please read!

One day, the phone calls. Watson goes to find Lestrade. And if it was not Lestrade? Come and take this journey. Hope you like it!

January Sixth... There's something about the day, something that they all ought to remember... even if the genius consulting detective doesn't really care in the first place. Birthday!fic.

Sherlock had never imagined this. Never considered this as a possibility. But John was gone - gone - and it was all Sherlock's fault. / AU, pre-Reichenbach or pretending it never happened. John whump, bordering Johnlock, but if you squint a bit, it could just be bromance. Please R&R!

Today is Sherlock Holmes' birthday so commerate the day I wrote a fluffy Sherlock Birthday Fic. Johnlock. Oneshot - read it i am not good at summaries ok? ok. It's really really fluffy

Written for the H/C bingo prompt: explosion. Sherlock and John are buried and Lestrade must rescue them. Can he do enough? Originally a one shot, now being continued.

It had been six months since that day. That day when everything in his life had fallen, not just metaphorically. Please review:)

It is Sherlock's birthday and John throws a party. January 6, 2013 happens to be Sherlock's 159th birthday ... Happy Birthday, Sherlock!

Sorry I had to repost, forgot disclaimer! All Lestrade can hear as he stares at the empty blinking cursor on what will turn out to be a police report are the sounds of the previous night, the dull whisper of other officers comforting John and John's shell-shocked "Oh God..oh God" and the rustling of Sherlock's long black coat...

John paused from his frantic typing and leaned back to stare blankly at the laptop screen. His blog was pulled up and this post was in its drafts. "He took me by storm, this love of his." I'm sure this has been overdone but I just want to write cute and sometimes sad and sometimes amazing things here in John's computer. The things he doesn't post on his blog.

"What's that?" Sherlock asks when John shoves a brightly coloured package in front of his face. John grins, "good morning to you too, happy birthday."

Sherlock is back from the dead, and he needs to admit something after a slip-up on words! ONESHOT (Terrible at summarys, Johnlock all the way!)

Sherlock Holmes was going mad. He was aware of it, and yet at the same time the thought of preventing it was absolutely inconceivable. Sherlock/OC established relationship. Warnings for references to depression and abuse.