After his return, Sherlock is having difficulty in expressing himself. A little bit of smut for MapleleafCameo. Rated M because I think that's appropriate.

Series of one-shots in which Sherlock and John (and/or various supporting characters) rescue one another in the nick of time, literally or figuratively. Some humor, some angsty stuff. Willing to take prompts for future chapters, if readers are interested!

When Sherlock inadvertently walks into an explosion, head trauma leaves his skills of deduction compromised. Details from the explosion are projected on a young girl; a girl who happens to be dead. As Sherlock and John race for the truth they must face one undeniable question: what if the explosion was only the beginning of a murderous web? What was Mycroft's role in this?

Set in the Ginger Midgets Universe. A Halloween party has the twins getting ready with costumes. Timothy's choice, while odd, is easy. However, Titus has a bit of a hard time deciding what he wants to be. One-shot!

An array of spiders sit on the table in jars when John bursts through the door. Of course, Sherlock has somehow let himself be bitten by a certain exotic, bright-yellow spider, whose toxins have incredibly unusual properties... Beware: SLASH and dub-con

She had done it many times for business; this time it was solely for pleasure. Irene Adler, Post-Reichenbach. Now with second chapter.

John receives a mysterious invitation. My take on the post-Reichenbach reunion...with a twist. Pairing Sherlock/Molly. NOW COMPLETE !

Sherlock et John se marient enfin. Quel genre de manigances s'ensuivra ? Traduction de Jessumika. Johnlock / yaoï / mariage / fluff / déclaration /

Spa center AU. John starts working as a masseuse and Sherlock is his client.

*Sherlock glanced up at the sky, "Aren't they beautiful?" he mused about the stars.- Canon* A story written inspired by this moment in the show. Kid!lock, Teenaged Mycroft, fluffy backstory.

"Greg, look at me. I write the stories like I see them, like I know them. I know things, Greg, things I see, things I've observed, you know this!" Sherlock Holmes is a fantastic crime reporter, known for his detailed and gory reports on murders no one should know about. Dr John Watson can no longer perform surgeries. Somehow, they meet in the middle.

What did it say about a person if he recognized the feeling of waking up concussed, blindfolded, and handcuffed to a chair? Probably not good, that.

(1/3) John est désespérément seul, Sherlock est mort. Naturellement, comment pouvait-il prévoir que son retour se passerait ainsi? Mais surtout qu'il serait incapable de faire face à la nouvelle enquête, aux cartes inconnues qui se retrouvaient un peu partout qui sonnait comme un conseil : "Travaillez à l'instinct", mais aussi faire face à son colocataire...

Molly is restless in her sleep. Sherlock decides to fix that. Rated M for smut and swearing.

John just wants a decent wank. Sherlock just keeps interrupting.

Sherlock has done something terribly wrong.

Sherlock has returned from his great hiatus only to find that his flatmate has taken his death worse than he could have imagined... well that's what John wants him to think anyway. Rated T for a few rare curse words.

Sherlock hates warm weather, because when it's warm, John doesn't wear his jumpers. A character study/hurt-comfort/angst/humor/gen fic detailing the story behind (or rather underneath) the famous knitwear.

"Do you believe that if I dyed my hair black, people would take us both in?" John asked, curled up against Sherlock on the bed. Sherlock shrugged. "Parents dislike me." MH/GL KIDFIC.

This will be a variety of things - friendships, johnlock, sherolly, mystrade... Whatever takes my fancy :P Rated T just so I'm not limited in later chapters - there won't be more than kissing :) Title is a SHOCKING pun based on 'The Reichenbach Fall' and the fact that these are all based on songs (read it out loud and you'll see what I mean!)

Fic in response to MorbidByDefault's Sleeping Sherlolly challenge on tumblr. Follows on from, and directly references, my previous fic Smile. SherlockxMolly

The privileged few who came to the protected island always spoke of its calmness, its beauty, and the native's way of life; that they were charming, isolated, insulated, a relic, the perfect society. The adults of the tribes the reporters visited taught their children to stare blankly at the camera while scratching their arse.

Second in my Kidlock stories. makes slightly more sense if you read 'everyone can be organised, but why can't you' John is staying the night over at sherlock's house where he learns more about his friend and his family.

Moriarty's plan wasn't to discredit Sherlock, not really. That'd have been too easy. No, Moriarty went after what Sherlock really cared about, what would have really hurt him to lose. And so, with John Watson dead and gone, Sherlock has no one to turn to but Molly Hooper - reliable, safe, Molly Hooper.

He could play it strong, at least through the day. He could play it like his heart hadn't been shattered in half. Johnlock. Rated T for language.