Nine year old child prodigy Sherlock Holmes is rich, powerful, and kidnapped on a far-too-regular basis. And bodyguards- ugh, they are so irritating. They stick out and they never even manage to guard him properly. Cue Mycroft's genius plan: John Watson, Youth Service Body Guard (YSBG.) Rated T for possible future chapters, nothing so far passes K.

He hadn't planned on either of them dying that day. But now, as he looked into the black, insane depths of his adversary, he readjusted his expectations and saw the truth. James Moriarty had wanted his story to end for some time now.

John Watson has never proclaimed himself to be a poet. But he can't stand the emptiness of Sherlock's gravestone. For someone so complex, just a name on a plain black slab just doesn't seem right.

In one of the few moments Sherlock gives in to his body's needs, John decides to play around. Unluckily for Sherlock, a recent purchase finds it's way under his arm. He is oblivious of his striking resemblance to a certain furry creature, and John takes full advantage... Needed to cheer myself up from all the Reichenbach feels, and this is what came out. R&R if you'll be so kind!

Train 221b - Under pressure from the meet up with my favorite FF Sherlock writers and wonderful friends.I have been coerced into this. First time publishing. Apologies in advance!

The first time I walked in on John crying by himself in the apartment, I was extremely worried. That is, until I found out the cause. Post-Reichenbach. Sherlock's POV. One-shot.

Pure PWP involving shoes, a santa hat, and a peppermint stick.

Cosas que se me ocurren de manera dispar. De todo un poco, tratando de emular lo cotidiano.

Somehow Mycroft had found himself organizing weddings and other social events. He was not sure, how he got there, but surrounded by assistants and subjected to questions about decorations and flowers he kind of hated his job. Especially since it stood between him and his decision to propose to the man he loved.

A three chapter short where John and Sherlock have their ways with each other. Tying, use of a riding crop, and sexual content ahead. Only for mature audiences

There was a time when she had been hopeful, hopeful that everything had a silverlining. However this was not it. Some side effects are permanent...she was realizing. Sherlolly SherlockxMolly

221B. Sherlock, John, television.

Adrift and on his own whilst tracking down Moriarty's network, Sherlock finds himself contemplating what his life has become. It's Chopin's fault, really. A quick drabble.

Sherlock's 'experiment' goes wrong, and he's waiting nervously for John's return. Just a little one shot.

After three years, John has had enough with the world. He prepares to follow Sherlock, but something stops him. It is his fallen angel. NOT ALITD SEQUEL. SEPERATE FIC. GRADUAL M/M PAIRING

Over three years since Sherlock's been gone. He's back now, with his trusty doctor at his side. They take on a case together that will help clear Sherlock's name once and for all, and also help to rebuild their damaged relationship.

"Sherlock," she said, moving her head from pillow to make sure she was heard, "get into bed and we'll talk about how clingy you are in the morning." Molly leaves London for a few days and Sherlock can only think of one solution. [oneshot; established Sherlock/Molly]

Sally Donovan isn't a very popular woman. But Greg would be lost without her and they both know it. After all who else will fix his coffee and make him do his paperwork? Random Yarder fluff in text format.

I wanted to do a depressingly happy after-Reichbach fic. I was listening to my Pandora (lovely thing. I'm not getting paid) and West Coast came on and I said, "That's a Johnlock song." And so this came. :) It probably doesn't do justice to either the song or to the pairing but whatever. Go listen to the song first though. 'Coz this song was fucking written for John post-Reichbach.

tumblr prompt fill for iamazonian: Married!Sherlolly. Molly goes to a high school reunion out of town, and Sherlock finds the weekend without her unbearable. :

John is given terrible news, but Sherlock asks him the most important question of all. And John's reply is surprisingly simple.

It's cold and, rightfully so, John breaks out the Christmas socks.

A look at Sherlock and Mycroft's childhood. Not a happy story. Abuse warning.

John has been counting the days since Reichenbach. He's also been talking to his dead best friend- but he know's it's just a coping mechanism. If he were being honest, he'd admit he was more angry at Sherlock than anything.

Sherlock, después de tanto tiempo va a casa a ver a la Señora Hudson. Johnlock. Reto Interactivo para el foro I'm Sherlocked.