This is Holmescest. Rape apology, coercion, emotional abuse, unreliable narrator. This is not role-play BDSM between consenting parties either, this is actual abuse and humiliation with not a safe word in sight. Dark!Mycroft. There will be hurt/comfort Johnlock eventually, but there will be lots of hurt first. This is quite a lot darker than my usual style, so be warned.

Post HLV. Mary has left London, John has moved back in with Sherlock. Sherlock reaches out to John through music. First kiss .

This novel, like a lot of them, will be in third person. In a third person novel, you don't find out who the narrator is. You find out who the main character is- you find out the colour of their eyes, the smell of their presence, the way they take their tea in the morning. This isn't about me; it's about him. The glasses. What you do when you don't know.

Jim Moriarty, hi. but of course you've heard of me. I've decided to write a story of all the fun games I've played with Sherlock Holmes. in other words, welcome to my world.

Some people just have terrible choices in one night stands Sherlock/OC

John Watson avait mis assez longtemps à trouver la femme de sa vie pour ne pas profiter de leur diners en amoureux comme s'il allait à chaque fois la demander en mariage.

"Milenium jest czymś nad czym oboje pracowaliśmy i wiem, że ciebie tyczy się to bardziej niż mnie, ale wprowadzanie go teraz wywoła chaos na skalę kraju." Skierowała na niego wzrok. Miał rozszerzone źrenice z których bił strach. Wiedziała dlaczego, ale nie mogła nic na to poradzić. "Milenium ma być uaktywnione. Czas dokończyć porachunki sprzed lat."

Inspired by a fanfiction story I read, in fact I became aware of just how unhappy I am with John marrying Mary. So here it is a little fluffy Johnlock Oneshot. Rated T because I am paranoid :D

When Sherlock discovers that he is ill he decides to hide it from John because he is sure that if he lets him discover his weakness John is going to leave him without regret. So, he goes through diagnosis and therapy on his own. He knows he doesn't deserve anything different.

Sally Holmes is Sherlock's wife. What will happen to her when Moriarty comes after her husband?

He lets out a weary sigh when John Watson's ID flashes on his phone. - The title is a reference to the namesake song by Scorpions. Warning: mentions of past drug use.

School sucks - even more so for John Watson, who has no idea what to do with the rest of his life. Starting university should have been a time full of nerves and worry; John's was far from it. Because it was then that he met Sherlock Holmes. Strangely, uni wasn't looking so bad anymore... (A small collection of Unilock ficlets, following John and Sherlock's life through university)

Prompt from HanHan84: Molly has gone to the dentist and can't have solid foods for another day. How does sherlock help? Sherlolly fluff fic! Sort of a friendship fic, though definitely also an Unestablished Sherlolly piece.

Mycroft is kidnapped. The Game is on as Sherlock tries to find his brother. The situation is desperate because the kidnapper keeps sending vials of Mycroft's blood to Sherlock as both punishments and incentive. Will Sherlock find his brother before Mycroft is bled to death?

"This case, John, is not one I would wish to repeat. I don't like constantly being thrown by new revelations... and people. Victor Trevor was – and still is, now – charming and courteous and fiery, but he's also dangerous and spontaneous, which isn't always a good thing. And I know you're grieving, John, but I need to focus and solve this, if only to put myself at ease."

John avait froid. Et pourtant, si quelqu'un lui avait dit il y a quelques années que ce qui lui manquerait le plus de l'Afghanistan serait sa chaleur, alors John lui aurait ri au nez.

The morning after one of Irene's visits to Baker Street.

In the aftermath of a tragic accident, Sherlock Holmes copes in the only way he knows how. He finds, however, that the solitary places he relies on for sanctuary aren't so solitary any more. Developing Sherlolly. Warning: abuse of metaphor.

A lighthearted one-shot, prompt-fill. Sherlock takes Molly with him to a case and is distracted by his passion for beekeeping, only to realise that Molly knows a thing or two about his hobby as well.

In the aftermath of the Reichenbach Falls, Sherlock struggles to regain what he had lost and take out the one man left in Moriarty's web. Sebastian Moran. I am horrible at summaries and desperately hope someone can come up with something better

So involved in his own thoughts, the doctor didn't realise Sherlock had gotten up until he felt a warm hand brush it's knuckles over his cheek, scratching over the poorly shaved stubble there. /John slips up big style at work and is advised to take a taxi home, what could take his mind of this terrible mistake I wonder? (spoiler alert: it's sex with his flatmate)/

Sherlock likes the snow. So does John. A fluffy snowy story for Clarinetchica. - Johnlock, rated T only for the odd curse.

A quick sonnet about Sherlolly.

They don't name their daughter after him, but Shirley is close enough and that actually makes him smile. - A drabble. Coda to You Know What Happened To The Other One. Doesn't really make sense if you haven't read that one.

Everyone has an imprint, the knowledge that would eventually lead them to their soul-mates. All, except Sherlock, as John finds out. Set after Season 3 (word of caution, I did not have the heart to see the last episode, so many things are inaccurate.)