John visits Sherlock's grave. There is one last thing to do.

Sherlock has a new experiment, and John is not amused.

It's been three years. Three bloody years John Watson spend surviving without Sherlock. Then he suddenly turns up at his doorway. (Post-Reichenbach oneshot)

this is a lyric fiction, must be read to 'fix you' by coldplay! don't understand? just read inside! in this Sherlock is going to die at the the fall and he knows this, so is spending time with john, i cried writing this! 751 words took 2 and half hours. Please read. (ignore the u and ur bit, they were notes that got thrown in)

Sequel to Upside-down, but in a good way. Rachel and John are back, identities will be revealed, Sherlock's in love and loyalties and loves are tested. T because there may be mild cursing.

It has been two months and Sherlock is struggling with no one to help... The final chapter in this story!

Sherlock doesn't believe in fairytales, but when he and John are dragged into a case based on the Grimm brother's stories, his lapse of knowledge almost costs him his life...

John Watson wanted Christmas to be a time to enjoy. That is why cases had to wait and Sherlock had to stay in. Fluffy Christmas oneshot. SherlockxJohn established relationship.

Sherlock is in a particularly desperate way with a needle one night. Moriarty thoughts invade. Post Reichenbach. Whumpy? A little drugs. Oneshot.

Sherlock hadn't always seen the world in colours where sounds were supposed to be, in tastes where words were supposed to be, in sounds where tastes are supposed to be.

Poor Molly-she falls for his games every single time. Yet that's why we love her! Set in the morgue, some time during season one (and definitely pre-Christmas party). Read and Review please! Updated Summary: now a multi-chapter, with appearances from John and Toby the cat :). Will Molly have the courage to stand up to Sherlock? (*All rights to their respective owners*)

Sherlock's submissive fantasies finally come to light, and begin an intense relationship of ownership and obedience between him and his army doctor. M Johnlock kink.

John is trying to move on with his life after he watches Sherlock step off of the roof of St. Bart's. That is, until Irene Adler drags him to another warehouse in the middle of nowhere to play another one of her mind games.

"Why are you doing this then, hmm? If it isn't to prove your intellect or to prove that you are better than anyone, everyone else, what is it for?" Mycroft asked. Sherlock's fingers stopped moving against the strings, but he didn't hesitate to answer. [JohnLock]

John eats and apple, but things go WRONG! rated M for violent use of goats

Sherlock and John need to catch a criminal who has stolen an elephant! but the elephant is fast, so Sherlock makes a rocket powered Tricycle! will it work?

"What if there was no such thing as love?" One-shot. POV Sherlock. Slight JohnLock. sad sad (T because idk if the ending is ok for babies?)

AU Oneshot in which Sherlock Holmes and John Watson deal with Sherlock's illness and eventual passing. Inspired by the song 'Feels Like the End' by Mikky Ekko.

Perfection is achieved by two flawed, broken men. Angst.

In his defense, it's been a while, and he could certainly blame Sherlock for that, driving all of his girlfriends away, but John does suppose it's not entirely his fault. John isn't exactly the best boyfriend there is. A bit Pre-relationship.

Sherlock's birthdays every sixteen years. Includes mentions of TeenLock, Pre-John-Sherlock, and established Johnlock. Please review!

Sherlock and John consider their current predicament from different perspectives. Johnlock one-shot, please review :)

Nightmares don't have a name. Which is why Sherlock gave himself one. A slenderlock fic.

Mormor Oneshot, how I see Moriarty's process upon inviting Sebastian to be his flatmate. No slash. Rated T for a F bomb.

Porque si existía algo aparte de la maravillosa fascinación que siente por su compañero y su eficiente mente, capaz de deducir hasta lo imposible; era el hecho de intentar comprender como es que Sherlock podía leerle la mente…o eso sentía, pues ¿Cómo rayos explicaba entonces lo de la mariposa y el árbol? ¡FELIZ NAVIDAD, Paradice-cream! Johnlock