Just what the title says loves. Rated M for reasons you will most likely see later if you read. This is a genderbent AU Sherlock fic. LESBIAN LOVERS. Don't like, don't read. Please tell me if you would like me to make this into a series!

This is the first fanfic that I have posted anywhere, I hope you like it! It's a bit angsty, post reichenbach. John's thoughts. Written in 221b format Warnings: suicide, suicidal thoughts.

The microwave clock changes from 11:59 to 12:00. He smiles and leans in for another kiss. She never did remember it was Valentines' Day. He never did remind her. Sherlolly. Oneshot.

After college, Sherlock wasn't able to hold onto a job more than five days in a row: either his employer fired him or he resigned. Someone unexpected gave him an idea of becoming a consulting detective:) Thanks for reading and I'd appreciate your reviews and comments.

"Do you like chess Mycroft?" He asked calmly. Jim reached for the chessboard and began to set up the pieces. "Good, then you know that sometimes you have to sacrifice an important piece to win." "Yes, it's basic theory." Mycroft acknowledged. Jim turned the board so that he was playing white and moved forward a pawn. "How much are you willing to sacrifice?" Jim asked softly.

Sherlock misses his and John's anniversary date, but with very good reason. What might that be? Slightly angsty but fluffy ending!

Reality is a tricky thing. However, there is one thing that is always undeniably real.

Three years after his death, Sherlock Holmes returns to 221B, much to the shock of John.

An AU Fusion with Peter Pan. Sherlock gets to know the strange shadow in his sitting room.

John doesn't stop for Stamford. Instead, he takes Jefferson Hope's cab home.

John wierzył w Sherlocka. I nigdy nawet przez moment nie pomyślał, że może być kimś innym, niż jego przyjacielem. A przecież prawda była tak bardzo widoczna.

In which Moriarty is not quite human. Sherlock is faced with an impossible choice - John's heart, or John's soul? A touch of Sherlock/John.

This is a collection of Sherlock drabbles (mostly Johnlock and mostly Deathfics, Angst, Tragedy and sometimes Hurt/Comfort.) that will be updated at least every Wednesday. Every new drabble will be posted as a new chapter. (I'm rating this M because I don't know what's about to come. :p) Enjoy :)

Warning: Spoilers for Series Three. This is a short idea on what Sherlock did after he "died" and John's reactions.

"That's what people do, don't they? Leave a note." 6 months after the fall, A place comes up in the Army.

Sherlock deduces. Who hears his secret whispers? Johnlock.

Sherlock Holmes se creía perfecto, pero se ha percatado de que, como los demás, es un simple mundano. Slash.

Johnlock deathfic. Post Reichenbach. It had been a few months now and still the fact that Sherlock was simply gone hadn't really sunk in. He had lost Sherlock, his Sherlock, his friend, his best friend. It still hurt. A lot. The pain just wouldn't pass, would never leave John's body, John's heart. But somehow John enjoyed feeling pain, because at least he felt something.

His pet is a good boy.

Molly Hooper n'avait plus d'espoir. Plus depuis un jour où Sherlock Holmes avait disparu. Mais il suffit parfois d'un simple évènement pour que l'espoir renaisse. OS

Moriarty was dead, and Sherlock and John were living together - but Moran was still out there. Sequel to "That Might Have Been My Fate". AU.

When John finally finally is able to turn his computer on, he decides to let all his emotions out onto his journal, about his best friends death. Sherlock.

TRADUCTION de Amiyrasmom. Que pensait Sherlock pendant les évènements de Falling ? Histoire conjointe avec Falling.

drabbles inspired by songs

In which Sherlock, aged four, upsets Mummy. One-shot. *Rewritten*