A one-shot, prompt-fill. Molly has finally reached her limit with Sherlock's maddening and confusing ways. When it seems she is going to disappear for good, Sherlock comes to terms with what is really going on in his head, and also his heart.

Johnlock fluff, porn and a deerstalker hat.

"I don't expect to be accounted for, I don't expect to be taken into consideration, hell, I don't even expect to be counted, but Sherlock; I do expect to be remembered." -pre Sherlock/Molly. T to be safe

When Sherlock returns after three long years, he expects an eventful reunion. What he doesn't expect is a criminal sending John into a coma. As Sherlock waits for him to wake up, he begins to realize just how important the doctor is to him. Johnlock.

And anywhere I would have followed you...

Sherlock comes homes after a solo case, beat up and refusing to tell John what's happened, but John puts his foot down when Sherlock refuses his help. Oneshot Tumblr prompt for loki-prince-of-sass!

John y Sherlock se ven afectados por uno de los raros experimentos de detective consultor. Alguien deberá tomar la responsabilidad y ¿quién más que Mycroft para hacerlo? Por suerte tiene un Lestrade para ayudarlo.

"You silly man! How on earth would I have known that from five words? 'Aquarium, sea horses, now Molly.' Oh, you silly woman. Light Sherlolly and no spoilers

An interesting text conversation.

John comes home from a bad day at the clinic. Sherlock has been bored all day. John thinks Sherlock is acting funny. What's really wrong with him? Johnlock Oneshot.

When Sherlock comes into the flat all bloody and brandishing a harpoon, John isn't very surprised. In fact, he's getting kicks out of the whole situation. Sherlock can't help but poke at John too. What else can you expect from the dream team? My version of what happened in The Hounds of Baskerville episode, when Sherlock decided to surprise John with another...surprise.

A one-shot: Sherlock is faced with death, but not his own.

Sherlock is the new baby Watson's godfather and is left babysitting. how hard could taking care of a baby me? pretty much an excuse to write baby fluff and then I was feeling Sherstrade so my whole brain went what the hell. written for impishtubist on tumblr.

Maybe Sherlock was right. Life was infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.

What would happen if you meet a certain someone down the street? Knowing my luck something like this!

Jim goes undercover as a math professor and Sebastian...Well Sebastian doesn't mind in the slightest. (NSFW)

Imagine yourself sitting in a coffee shop sipping some tea and eating a scone. You're holding a weapon firmly in your jacket pocket. Waiting for a private detective you hired. When he gets there you ask him to find your father, your only living relative. Now imagine that you're a year under age and you need a place to stay. That is what Clara Kingsly is going through right now.

John's POV. Post-Reichenbach y regreso de Sherlock, William aparece en la no tan apacible vida del 221B de Baker Street. ¿Quien es? ¿Que hace aquí? Y más importante... ¿Por qué Sherlock le necesita tanto?

Why Molly Hooper chose pathology. AU. Triggers: Death, Abuse.

An apology from the writer for being gone as well as an explanation of why . . .

Sherlock et John se retrouvent confrontés à un ennemi dont ils ne soupçonnaient même pas l'existence ce qui va bouleverser leur vie pour toujours... Pré-slash Johnlock post Reichenback falls

Mycroft is, somehow, both omniscient and meddlesome. Sherlock is unexpectedly scheming, and very much determined to woo John Watson. A fluffy, random (is it?) fanfiction of JohnLock

Sherlock is flummoxed and unable to sleep, over something trivial to his august mind. An Unexpected Kiss. The Scent of Ginger. Best not to think about it at all, though a visit to his Mind Palace brings the question back around. Of course John has the answer, even when Sherlock has clearly chosen NOT to ask him. Even in the Mind Palace, John's human wisdom is irrefutable.

The doctor dances...with the consulting detective? Fluff. Angst. As usual. Sorry. Mentions of drug use. I'll try to write more...

At the gentle age of six, Sherlock finds himself diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a very rare sort of cancer. Trying to face death and live life a little at both ends, Sherlock is truly confused. And not only a little. All he really needs and wants now is a friend, a wish that should be granted...AU. Sherlock/ John's POV. Enjoy as long as you can! It won't be long... hehe