Short fluffy stories, may or may not develop a plot.

Oh hey there. This is going to be kind of a hipster-y sort of story. Coffee shops, bookstores, rainy days, sharing umbrellas, warm jumpers, big blankets, poetry, the whole lot <3 {TW: Mentions of self-harm and domestic abuse} Picture drawn by me. {I wrote this when I was 14!! I am 21 now! Pls be gentle w my soul aa!!!!!!}

Sherlock had never expected to fall in love. Emotion, sentiment, had never really been a thing that had affected him. The last thing he expected was to have children. Least of all with his flatmate, John Watson. But it happened, the fell for each other and fell hard. And now the results of this love? Twin boys, Hamish and Martin Watson-Holmes. They were created using the genes of both John and Sherlock, thus having a bit of each. Well, logically they should. It doesn’t always work that way... Hamish and Martin go through lives with many ups and downs. Both completely different yet incredibly close they spend their younger years together. School brings friends, bullying and many problems and sometimes being the children of the great Sherlock Holmes doesn’t work out so well. Well, at least for the boys. Their four year younger sister, Molly, seems to get all the good luck, friends... everything. Then again she is the only girl in the family. That must count for something. A parentlock fanfiction filled with fluff, angst and general goodness. Follow Hamish, Martin and Molly through the chaos that is their life!

POST REICHENBACH/JOHNLOCK AU. Two years after watching the love of his life commit suicide, John Watson has faded out. Balancing between sleepless nights or facing the nightmares to see Sherlock’s face again; he knows the game is over. But he never had closure. And so, on a bleak Christmas Eve, he visits Sherlock’s grave and says what he should have said but never could. He hadn’t expected a reply; especially not this one. After two years of using the shadow of his demise as a cover to take down a terror network, Sherlock Holmes is back. With his hand hovering over the call button, he waits near his grave to catch a glimpse of John, unsure of how to come home. But one night, somebody makes it easier. The game is on. (Or should I say, “The gay is on”?) BOOK #1 of the SherlockedDoors Subcanon (shitty name, I know, but alliteration calls.) (NOTE: This does not follow the plot of series 3, it goes off in a totally different direction. Though some things have been recently updated to merge with some posts in John's blog and a couple of teasers, I started writing this AAGGGEESSS before series 3 so the reunion scene is different. Anyhow, if you like Johnlock, you'll probably like this. Enjoy!)