Je ferais de ton cœur un tas de cendre… Tel furent les mots de Jim Moriarty qui mettra bientôt sa menace à exécution. En effet, sous les coups du Napoléon du crime , le masque de Sherlock va se fendre, le menant au bord de la rupture. En parallèle un effroyable tueur en série apparaît à Londres, la police n'a aucune piste et fait appel au détective, la lutte s'annonce difficile.

We all know that Sherlock hates the Deerstalker hat. What could possibly happen to make him change his mind? A 221b to lighten your mood.

Шерлоку исполняется восемнадцать, и Майкрофт больше не может откладывать неизбежное. Их отношения выходят на новый уровень. Холмсцест! Третья часть пенталогии: Поцеловать, Прикоснуться, Попробовать, Подарить, Забрать. Можно читать как отдельный фанфик.

During Sherlock's absence both him and John look at the stars.

A (very short) one-shot. Molly receives an unexpected gift from an unexpected presence.

Jim Moriarty lleva cuatro años muerto y está aburrido, pero esta noche de Halloween quiere divertirse un poco con quien caiga en su telaraña.

Sherlock can't help but want to paint John -all the time- and John decides to give him a taste of his own medicine, / A short Artist!Lock drabble because I just discovered this and love love love it. A million and one thanks to gaytectives over on tumblr for the prompt. / Implied sexytimes but nothing at all graphic.

Alors que John souffre encore de temps en temps de PTSD (stress post-traumatique), Sherlock trouve de façon inconsciente de quoi l'apaiser…. En jouant du violon.

While he has expected the question, he didn't think the Chief Superintendent would be quite so blunt or hostile, considering that Sherlock died less than a week ago. DI Dimmock, Post-Reichenbach.

NOTE: I have moved to AO3 /works/1191540/chapters/2431059 John has a nightmare and Sherlock offers comfort. Leads to more but still pre-slash. Can be read as stand alone but more naturally follows 'UsCrotchCouch' John's POV. Still rating M to be safe.

"Caring is Sharing Mycroft." Says the devious little six year old. Well caring is not an advantage when it comes to cake.

Short story that I just randomly thought of and decided to randomly write. Sherlock and John are kidnapped. JimmyJohns if you squint.

Sherlock no le tiene miedo a la muerte. Nunca ha temido morir, de hecho, se había imaginado una muerte así de dramática. Bastante bien para alguien como él pero ahora no era el momento, no ahora que estaba empezando a vivir de verdad. Johnlock implicito.

"You what?" Sherlock made an impatient noise. "I want to go out with you. On a date." "Yeah, but I thought you were…" he made an indiscernible noise, but Sherlock stood patiently before him, arms crossed and frowning slightly. "Yes?" "Asexual." The silence was too much and he looked up at Sherlock's face, only to see confusion. "So?" A Johnlock fic, with asexual Sherlock.

Sherlock and John are both victims of a "random selfie" taker.

If you look, really look, at John Hamish Watson's tombstone, you'll find a note, folded tightly and slid in between the stone and the engraved metal plaque telling you who is underneath it.

My first ever Johnlock story. Short fluff, hope you enjoy.

Oscuridad. Por todas partes; ni un atisbo de luz podía vislumbrar por dónde estaba pisando, pero lo hacía. Caminó un paso y otro más, mientras su convencimiento sobre el control de las emociones iba quedando atrás, junto con John. Capítulo único, Johnlock.

It's over - Moriarty's network has finally been destroyed, and Sherlock wants to return home to John. Primed by a collection of scrap books, he decides he's been away too long - that now is the time to go back to 221B Baker Street. Rated T for safety, a Johnlock story for Librarywitch.

A man isn't born strong. He is born dependent on his mother, and is later shaped by his environment. A man put through ridicule and torment must either become iron, or break like glass. But it isn't really that simple...Even the strongest man has scars from his past, scars he'll never be proud of

Sequel to "Of Dogs and Dead Consulting Detectives". If someone had told John Watson four years ago that he would one day end up living together with a man in a romantic relationship and two dogs in a cosy flat in the middle of London, he would have told them quite in emphasized tone "I am not gay!" before signing the person off for a mental check.

This story is where i lock away all the smutty stuff. It is literally a line of my OC, Lily, having fun with every character I feel like. Have fun!

Pretending isn't easy, even for the great Sherlock Holmes.—Part of the One-a-Day Challenge

Tea. John. Deductions. A few random chronologlical days from Sherlock's life. Please let me know if you want me to continue. Slight Johnlock.

"No, I don't think you understand," Mike Stamford growled at a passive Sherlock. "In every time line, in every universe, John Watson meets you first. He is not supposed to meet James Moriarty. If you fail to win John over, the whole of reality will cease to exist."