This is a blog sort of thing, not a story or anything. But this question had been bugging me for a long time so. . .

John had never expected to find himself on Sherlock's doorstep. . . yet, here he was, saying things to him that made no sense to even himself. There had been warning bells in his head, but he had the situation in control, didn't he? After all, he was a bloody teacher. *A oneshot from If I Could Only universe*. Slash, porn. LOTS OF PORN WITH FEELS. COMPLETE for now.

Sherlock is nine. It's hard for him to sleep. No, this is not a Holmes brothers snuggling fic. This is a small part of the (probable) struggles of Sherlock's childhood and trying to manage his brain and keep up with it. This is a majorly parent-sibling-child relationship fic and dealing/acceptance of things that cannot be remedied by synthetic alternatives or shortcuts. COMPLETE

Sherlock and Molly are best friends and have been invited to a party, a unanimous decision by all the girls in their year. Naturally, Sherlock doesn't want to go. The only reason she goes to the party in spite of everything is a blond boy she has had a crush on since middle school. This is Femlock. I repeat, this is Femlock. COMPLETE