She was always there for him. She was the one who could make him apologize. She could make him beg and plead. And despite what everyone around them thought. She mattered.

Arra MacMathan is the daughter of Sherlock Holmes, the resident sociopath of 221B. Raised by her mother until her death, ignored by her father. Arra leans on a perfect stranger who happens to be more than he seems. Will she find out the truth before she gives him her heart? Will she join his quest against her father or is blood more powerful than love?[OC/Moriarty]

"I hate Christmas." "So why don't you steal it?"

Five times Sherlock receives a gift he doesn't like and the one time he receives one that he loves. Johnlock.

7 morts et une enquête commune. [MYSTRADE]

Six months on from the events of Sherrinford, Sherlock accompanies John to Mike Stamford's retirement do - with an ulterior motive. But as the evening wears on, is he going to find the courage to act on that motive?

Il était là, espérant trouver une âme charitable pour qu'il puisse faire son office : Offrir un chocolat par jour pendant vingt-quatre jours pour attendre Noël. Un certain John Watson le sauva en le glissant dans son panier de courses. Le Calendrier fut heureux. John, lui, ignorait qu'il trouverait bien plus que de simples chocolats dans ce calendrier.

Sherlock Holmes comes back a bit more battered than how he left, John Watson has exactly one fiancé more compared to the amount he used to have, and words just don't seem to make either of those issues any better. Alternatively: the one where John didn't know true happiness until he found a frozen penis in his fridge.

...aka Squamata. Or, the Snakelock petshop AU that was actually reality in this universe at one point in time (though I in no way claim that the specifics of this plot are). Chrwythyn, my dear, thanks for the inspiration! P.S. The typo in the title is there because otherwise the title was too long to appear entirely. I selected mystery for hopeful later case, if Muse complies.

A one-shot. Sherlock escapes what he believes are the doldrums of Christmas, causing everyone to worry about his persistent state of unhappiness. However, he receives a very unexpected Christmas greeting and with it, the possibility of happiness.

The world has changed while Dr. John Watson was away in Afghanistan. Superhumans, created by the nefarious Shelley Institute, are now free to live among ordinary humans. Sherlock Holmes, designation S-H, is one of them. He's now working as a consulting detective, but it's not so easy to leave his past behind him. Still, John finds himself inexorably drawn to Sherlock.

Sherlock and Molly are on a case (sort of). In the middle of nowhere (definitely). And there's only one bed in their snowy, romantic Scottish safe house (gasp!) How on Earth will they manage, hmm? Troperific fun for the festive season... Rating will change.

Mycroft is the master of deception. He can fool anyone, including Sherlock. So why can John see right through him?

just a cute little johnlock scene. inspired by a prompt on instagram about sherlock stealing rugby!john's jersey. hope y'all like it

"If I wasn't everything that you think I am—everything that I think I am—would you still want to help me?" He needs to shatter her illusions of his greatness, make her realize that the man she's in love with is nothing more than a man. In the end, he's nothing more than a desperate man who doesn't want to watch his friends die. "What do you need?" she repeats.

After Sherlock's "death", Mycroft decides to show a bit of sentiment (not that he'd admit it) and take matters into his own, very capable, hands. [GingerBeer] presents something that is not crack, for once. A strictly canon bashfic for Kitty Riley (or Reilly) from Reichenbach Fall. Spoilers for all of Sherlock because I'm over-the-top like that.

Sherlock would never forget the night he was turned. If someone had told him he was going to become a monster before that night, he would brush them off. Before he was bitten, he didn't believe in any folklore or mythical creatures. They were supposed to be just that; mythical. ON HIATUS (INDEFINITELY)

"It was the most delicate of experiments, one that couldn't be exposed to the open air or the elements, or it would disintegrate and die. It had begun in the summer, she thought. They'd been living together for two years. Sherlock knew that Joanna dated women; she'd seen them tiptoe around the place at three, four in the morning, to go to the loo or drink some water in the kitchen,

Jim knows that his soulmate is reckless. He knows that his soulmate is dangerous. He knows that his soulmate is an idiot. And he knows that he will make his soulmate pay for every flower that has grown on his skin. [MorMor - OS - Soulmates AU]

Jim sait que son âme-sœur est téméraire. Il sait que son âme-sœur est dangereuse. Il sait que son âme-sœur est un crétin. Et il sait qu'il fera payer son âme-sœur pour chaque fleur qui a poussé sur sa peau. [MorMor - OS - AU âmes-sœurs]

Nous avons tous une dépendance. Celle de John Watson c'est l'adrénaline. Un court OS sur John Watson et sa nouvelle source d'adrénaline : Sherlock Holmes. Se situe fin du premier épisode de la première saison. Une petite suite de ma fic "Dépendance".

One night Sherlock has a bad PTSD dream about his time in Serbia. When John comes in to comfort him, he ends up staying the night. This is the start of a new relationship between them.

Sherlock siempre ha tenido sentimientos encontrados con la Navidad. Algunas le gustaron más y otras menos, pero intentó adaptarse a todas. Este fic participa en el Minireto #4: "¡En las fiestas!" del foro "Un Pequeño Rincón

(série Vánoce 2019) Amélie chce k Vánocům počítač, ale její tátové John a Sherlock jí řekli, že je internet moc nebezpečný, takže ne. Jenže proč je ten internet tak nebezpečný?

Es época decembrinas y John está desanimado, pero una gran sorpresa que lo espera en casa cambiará eso.