TRADUCTION de la fic de The Mad Writer of Brooklin. Fatigués des histoires étranges et parfois effrayantes que nous écrivons à leur sujet, les personnages de Sherlock décident d'écrire des lettres à la Communauté des Fanfictions, en se plaignant de leurs divers scénarios.

Sherlock gets shot by Mary and John finds out about her past, the hard way. Both detective and his blogger realize that their relationship is more than they could have ever expected. A couple of months that change everything. And if you expect smut, I won't disappoint you...

Sherlock and Molly decide to enter a mutually advantageous relationship. Is that all it is? Sherlolly

Siempre ha habido algo entre John y Sherlock, desde el principio. Lestrade sabía, Mycroft sabía, la Sra. Hudson, Molly, Donovan, ¡incluso Moriarty y Mary sabían! Todos sabían, aún si era algo meramente platónico... (Colección de One-shots, ligero Johnlock). ADVERTENCIA: Slash.

Molly estuda jornalismo. Sherlock é seu professor. O que acontece quando as notas de Molly ficam baixas?

John is enough for Sherlock. Sherlock is enough for John. Written with my friend Unipinky. Oneshot.

"Cerró los ojos queriendo recordar donde había quedado todo el entusiasmo que había tenido al despertar. Ni siquiera tuvo tiempo de darse cuenta del momento mismo en que el pesimismo le cayó encima en la imagen de su querido compañero de piso desaliñado y con la ropa manchada de sangre."

"Everything has a definition: an unchanging, consistent meaning. But somehow John proves to be the exception to all of Sherlock's neat, tidy logic, because the one thing he cannot define, the one thing that refuses to be neatly categorized and stowed away for later use, is John." 9/4/14: On hiatus!

A super weird story about a girl named Jamie who is sent to live with her Uncle Benedict when wasps attack her house. Little does she know who Benedict really is- a famous detective.

Her name is Darcie Richards. Her mother was Kathryn Holmes. Upon the death of Darcie's father, she is sent to live with her uncle that she has never met before. Now that she has met him, she has been on the ride of her life. Darcie isn't sure that she is ready to give it up. Will she go when she turns eighteen or will she stay?

Oh keep the Dog far hence, that's friend to men, / Or with his nails he'll dig it up again! (T. S. Eliot) - A drabble. Episode tag to 2x02. Contains minor spoilers for series 3.

Description: Jonh Watson a assisté au suicide de son meilleur ami et collègue. Voilà ce qu'il raconte à sa psychothérapeute quelques semaines après la prétendue mort de son ami. Ce One Shot a pour but d'émouvoir.

The pomegranate wasn't on the list, wasn't even something Mary normally liked eating, but earlier, looking at the pile of plump red fruits, she'd felt... impulsive. Daring, almost, only buying a pomegranate isn't supposed to feel daring, especially not if you happen to be Miss Irene Adler's lover. Femslash. Mentions of sexual situations.

Pre-Study in Pink AU. "In all his five years of knowing him, Greg had never seen Sherlock look so – broken." Not as angsty as it sounds. HEA. Sequel and Prequel posted!

After the Reichenbach Fall, John becomes a serial killer to get Sherlock's attention.

"This is the way the world will end. You will spin it and twist it and sing lullabies to the child's fears in all of them, round and round on a carousel of nightmares, until nobody can remember who you are anymore." Surreal little introspection on Moriarty, spoilers for Reichanbach. NO SLASH.

John Watson has found his Soulmate in Mary Morstan. But is she really the one?

"Can you imagine romance with Sherlock? He'd poison his girlfriend just to see if it works." - How nice would it be, if we considered the possibility? Molly/Sherlock. One shot. Loosely connected to my other One shots.

Et si John avait expliqué ce que signifie U.M.Q.R.A à Sherlock ? Un hôtel, un Sherlock intéressé, un John embarrassé, un Mycroft un peu fouineur et un patron d'hôtel menacé qui dépose des préservatifs sur le plateau de thé que John a commandé. Ou comment passer une bonne nuit à Baskerville...

Just a little Crack!fic about why Sherlock Holmes is Sherlock Holmes.

Reichenbach Angst: Sometimes keeping your eyes open can be the hardest thing in the world. Based on this idea: What if it was really Sherlock on the pavement after the fall, and he can see and hear everything John is doing?

Mycroft contemplates his own life on the evening of his brother's wedding. implied Sherlolly and Mythea

Sherlock watches John sleep. Waiting for the nightmares that always haunt John when he sleeps. Sherlock is always by his side when the nightmares do come. JohnLock. Rated T for hints of male relationship and a kiss

"What are we doing here?" John finally asked, admitting defeat. "I didn't even know we had a case on." "We don't," Sherlock admitted from his perch beside him. "You needed sex, so we came to get you some." (AKA Sherlock Picks Up A Hot Date For John, Then Replicates The Evening Himself)

"There is nothing quite like the pain of loving someone and knowing that they will never love you back the way that you want them to." Molly to Sherlock (it has a happy ending! I swear!)