Based again on a magnificent drawing by 'ireallyshouldbedrawing' here is a small Mycroft fic.

John Watson was born on the 29th of February. Harry won't let him forget it.

Just a little oneshot I wrote a while ago that I never got to publish here whilst it's also my first story on the new account. Molliarty.

What if Sherlock had responded to The Womans texts? When it all gets too much and Sherlock flies to Cairo to meet her, he expects a simple dinner but how could he expect something so straightforward when it comes to her? Love, loss and Irene's past all play a part in their future and ultimately, their lives.

John Watson oddly resembles a hedgehog. Or, the five times someone thought that John was a hedgehog, and the one time someone told him. Not crack, somehow. Johnlock, hints of Mystrade.

Oh, evil, evil Moriarty. He has left a severely injured John dying at the top of a mountain range. Guess what? It's a sick!fic! Please leave a prompt or review if you liked it :-)

Love had always been trivial to Sherlock Holmes until John Watson came into his life.

Inspired by a post I saw on Tumblr. Sherlock usually gets taxis but in 'The Hounds of Baskerville' we see him driving. But how did he learn? *One Shot*

Mrs. Hudson is very angry with her tenants, so she lines them up for a mug shot to go on her wall of shame. Will she get the photo she needs? For Johnsarmylady's birthday!

Sherlock fanfiction, takes place after the fall, not sure where I am going with it from here

Sebastian and Moriarty go on a afternoon winter drive.

Nunca había sentido deseos de hablar con nadie hasta que vio a ese chico, le dijeron que se llamaba Jim Moriarty y Sebastian simplemente no podía dejar de mirarlo. Super Fluff MorMor, AU.

Sherlock does something to make Molly angry, then fixes it with cookies :) short little sherlolly one-shot... post-reichenbach AU My first fanfiction so please leave a review if you wish

Lo había estado observando, le gustaba, le gustaba mucho, y Jim Moriarty siempre obtenía lo que deseaba. MORMOR, para Deadloss :)

It is music and it is John. Ah, yes. It is John. Affettuoso, tenerezza. A ficlet that takes place after the Fall, when the only distractions left are drugs, music, and memory.

Sherlock and Watson relflect on why they can never be together- even though they wan to so badly

My first attempt at a 221B ficlet. John has a late night blogging session. Please read and review.

Five times Sherlock tried to tell John he was interested... and one time the message was actually delivered. Johnlock (obviously).

Because words were magic, because they only would come out when they had the right feel and sound, he couldn't say simple things like: Dad, leave Harry alone for once or Hey, Amy, do you fancy coming out to dinner with me?

It's time to come home.

"A Mulher" decide voltar para a vida de Sherlock com um estranho presente.. (IrLock)

Sherlock is sick. Molly gets angry when he refuses to take care of himself Post Reichenbach. Sherlolly friendship.

Molly's emotions are a mess post The Great Game. Will Sherlock do anything to clean up the pieces? Sherlolly. Oneshot.

Sherlock lay on the sofa and moaned. Fever was like oxycodone, with the added delight of achy muscles, splitting pain above his eyes, a sore throat, and no energy to move. Mentions of past drug use, twelve-tone modernist composers. Pairing permutation with Sherlock, John, and Sarah Sawyer.

Developments occur under a tree at the edge of the school grounds. Johnlock highschool AU drapple.