A little tale of how Jim discovered one consulting detective. T for language. Was a oneshot, but I'm working on continuing it!

The making of Jim Moriarty.

A beautiful princess was cursed to sleep forever, and only a kiss of true homosexual love could break the curse. This is pure crack. Nothing is supposed to make sense. You have been warned.

Sherlock ne sait pas comment avouer son amour à John,il décide de le faire sous forme de récit où les deux garçons incarnent les personnages principaux. Mais John tombera t-il sous le charme de la plume sherlockienne? En collaboration avec Ryokushokumaru.

A little expansion on one of my favourite scenes

"Hush, darling."

Even retired army doctors and consulting detectives catch a cold once in a while. Fluffiness. Title is from Henry David Thoreau.

Molly Hooper's relationship, or whatever it is, she still hasn't been able to find a proper name for it, with Sherlock Holmes started out with a favor. Flash forward years later and she wonders if he knows that this particular favor will finally be the one to kill her.

To him, I have always been Anthea. There are some others – ordinary humans – who address me like that as well. But they only see a dark haired, smartly dressed young woman who has more money than time and more work than life.

When I can't sleep at night I write drabbles, and here they are. My first time publishing, so be nice people of the internet. Multiple pairings, mostly Johnlock. Rated T, for now, because you never know. The drabbles are not related to each other. Disclaimer: Not mine, the characters belong to the awesome Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, I'm just playing with their work

Sequel to "And It Is Always 1895". John, Sherlock and Hamish are settling into their life in 1895 when Jim Moriarty shows up against all logic...and he's looking for a new gunman. When he tears John and Hamish away from Sherlock, John must find a way back before Jim breaks him completely. Sherlock/John, Jim/John. Non-con, dub-con, violence, smut

John and Sherlock have decided it's time to extend their family.

Here is another poem based on BBCs Sherlock. I had forgotten about it and then found it so I thought I would share it. Also don't own anything just am deeply in love with the show.

CHAPTER 5 FINALLY WORKS! When Moriarty finds out that Sherlock is alive the man pays back the most affective way; right to Sherlock's heart. Will Sherlock manage to save John before it's too late? A POTENTIAL FIVE SHOT POTENTIAL LIGHT SLASH LATER

Sherlock always tends to talk to John, whether he is there or not. John may have picked up a thing or two from his old friend. Oneshot, post The Reichenbach Fall

Una carta del Dr. Watson a su amigo Sherlock Holmes.

His mind jolts him back to reality—the reality that's right in front of him. He's been swallowed up by his memories. There are sirens flashing and blaring, people walking around and talking about how the once-great Sherlock Holmes is... How many hours has it been? It's dark now. It wasn't dark before. Post-Reichenbach from John's perspective. No ships as of yet.

Sherlock is kept awake yet again by his troubling thoughts. This time he decides that he needs some company which just so happens to be Mr John Watson. Just a little oneshot with an appearance by their son Hamish!

Sherlock and John have a new case. Body found in Bray, head found in the pants drawer of a nonagenarian over 200 miles away 4 hours after the man was last seen. WARNING! FemmeLock, FemmeJohn, and gore.

"I'm the nervous kind of drunk, to tell you the truth."

He wonders if blood or oil would ooze from a wound, should one afflict him. [TRIGGER WARNING: Self-harm.]

Instruments are delicate things, broken easily. But so are bows.

Of the death and resurrection of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson.

The mind ate the heart, the heart ate the soul, and the drugs ate the man.

It isn't the need for an audience.