Molly gets ready for the Christmas party at 221B.

On Christmas Eve, a consulting detective surprises his blogger, and a criminal mastermind is reunited with his favourite henchman.

Five year old Sherlock and his best friend, John Watson, discover that when kissing is involved, experimenting is the best way to learn.

In the latter part of the 19th century, a peculiar solitary man from a small village and a doctor disfigured in a war meet, form an unusual friendship, change each other's lives forever and maybe fall a little in love in the process.

Mummy has arranged Mycroft's marriage with an ex-army doctor. However, John meets Sherlock first, and sparks fly.

One day, John comes home to find Sherlock blowing bubbles on their bed. Naked.

Sherlock is a leather glove. John is a woollen mitten. A little fluffy winter fic because it's so hot outside.

Sometimes, when John leaves the flat, Sherlock uses one of his possession to indulge in a little bit of autoeroticism.

Written for prompt: The five times Sherlock came in his pants and the one time he came in someone else's. It's slash and I like to think it's more than just smut, maybe some sort of deeper exploration of a kink they both share.

While spending the night in a hotel, Sherlock and John find themselves without condoms. Sherlock innovates.

Following the encounter with Moriarty, Sherlock and John grow closer via text messages.