Everything was stupid. Time, fish, and most of all the bloody neurotoxin that he'd somehow ingested. Written for the HC prompt 'poisoning'.

Sherlock discovered that some things were totally irresistible, especially where John was concerned. A 221B that is slightly smutty - hence the T rating - for MapleleafCameo ...just because!

Eleven holidays for Molly Hooper.

Tłumaczenie, Post Reichenbach. John musi zmierzyć się ze swoimi demonami, po tym jak Sherlock znika z jego życia.

I have decided to send this ahead of me. You should receive this less than a week before I return-if all goes to plan. By the time you read this, my mission should be done. Moran should be dead and you will be safe. But things don't always go to plan.

Curioseando por el ático, los gemelos Holmes encuentran el viejo diario de su abuelo.

Teen!Lock AU. Sherlock está en su palacio mental y John se pregunta que aspecto tendrá el pelinegro dentro de ese dichoso palacio. Johnlock. Referencias a The Hobbit. Un poco de drama no le hace mal a una historia de niños. -Finalizado-

Para pasar la noche en casa de John, Greg va a contar algunas historias de terror... provocando algunos efectos en el pequeño Sherlock. Kid!Lock, regalo para Salviohexia.

After an odd dispute with Mycroft, John begins to doubt whether he truly knows Sherlock Holmes. Sherlolly.

Lestrade needs to convince Mycroft. But how? This is my first published story that includes smut. So don't be too mean! Also, I'm bad at summaries. Just read it, will ya?

The six times a disguised Moriarty is recognized by the great Sherlock Holmes - and the one time he isn't.

afterwards, it all happens very fast. john's therapist asks him to not go looking for beautiful strangers. post-fall

"How do you show kindness and honor in marble eyes? How do you convey the shade of blue when all you have to work with is white? And how on earth do you carve out lips, knowing that they cannot answer you when you speak?"

John gets dumped... Again. This was going to be Johnlock, but it turned out differently in the end :)

John and Sherlock video chatting before the sheet comes into play. A very short dialogue fic inspired by a post on Tumblr.

John writes a new blog entry - a letter to Sherlock - after all this time, and it gets one hit. Post Reichenbach Fall. Mild Slash. Fairly angsty.

Sherlock Holmes was attractive and intelligent. He was also an immature dork.

Luego de más de 72 horas Greg regresa al hogar encontrándose con un trabajo incompleto. No tiene a su modelo pero no lo necesita para terminar, porque con solo cerrar los ojos puede verle frente a si. Como cada día desde hacia tiempo. / Mystrade One-Shot ¡El Mystrade también Cuenta!

"Sherlock… you machine!" Those words ring through his head, every day, every hour and every second of his life... Sometimes, it's better to forget why you're doing something than to remember the pain it's causing you.

Sherlock and Molly know each others' habits, but not remembering the days of the week and picking locks earns Sherlock a rather unexpected sight.

He's been dreaming on the job again... (inspired by that image of Benedict where it looks like he was handcuffed in the airport)

John's been dreaming of Top Gear...

He thought: I am going to die. He thought: This hurts so f-king much. He thought: I don't want to die. Oh god, please, I don't want to die.

Sherlock is in pain, and with some comfort from his flatmate and enough time the solution will finally arrive.

Hamish is just another child prodigy but is that all? Hamish has never met his family and not planing to but it was bound to happen eventually... Right?