Murders and mystery, the life of a detective is never a dull one with danger around every corner. Sherlock Holmes, arguably the world's greatest detective, can solve any case, whether it be a serial killer on the run, or a notorious thief slipping through the city of London. Yet, the everyday people that walk the city bore him to no end. Pessimistic and stubborn, Sherlock Holmes finds no point in engaging conversation with anyone he meets, but what happens when he acquaints himself with the mysterious new neighbor down the hall? To him, everyone is a nobody, but perhaps (Y/n) is somebody after all... Original fanfiction, I have no ownership of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle's characters nor BBC Sherlock's characters. !!! TRIGGER WARNING !!! - PHYSICAL & VERBAL AB*SE - SELF-H*RM - ALC* HOL!SM - IMPLICATIONS OF S*XUAL AB*SE

221B Baker Street, probably one of the most famous addresses in English literature along with its occupants Sherlock Holmes, the world's greatest detective, and his long suffering companion Doctor. John Watson. Here you'll find a collection of one shots and imagines for the characters from the mind of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle. Main focus will be on Sherlock, John, Mycroft, Greg Lestrade, and of course the consulting criminal himself, James Moriarty. Most imagines will be fluffy, smutty, or just downright romantic, and some will even have a twist; but I hope all will be fun. Enjoy 🕵️♂🩺👮♂❓🎻 I do not own any of the Sherlock character, just the characters that I create.

Ayup, vent fics n shit Here's a few trigger warnings, stay safe peeps Self-harm, Suicide, MCD, Swearing, Sad OOC people, Shit writing, Mostly sad endings, Occasional horribly written fluffy stuff

"Do they only give compassionate leave to people with compassion?" "Something like that." The Holmes parents are dead, Mycroft's not talking, and Molly and Greg are struggling with a grieving Sherlock and a John a year post Mary running away; this couldn't end the same way a Cluedo game does, could it? The victim killing himself. {trigger warning: self harm, suicide, eating disorder, drugs, etc etc}

A fic exploring a year in John and Sherlock's childhood, which shapes how they are in BBC Sherlock. Read the tags for trigger warnings, this is not a happy fic.

How do you explain to somebody that you are so unhappy with yourself and your life that you would rather be dead? Easy. You don't. But with Sherlock Holmes living above you, you might not have to. But it means you'll be working double time to keep your demons hidden. How long till they come out?

(Completed story !) She gripped the rim of the bedroom sink, then ran her hands over her face.Looking up to what she hated most and punched the mirror... Ignoring the throbbing pain she turns, sliding to the floor in a ball now sobbing silently. "One last time," she whispered to herself... One. Last. Time. P.S as a warning there will be lemon/smut in one of the chapter but it will be very brief !

**in this story, Sherlock doesn't have a drug habit and season 2,3 and 4 don't happen in this story line** You are Sherlocks sister, mentally ill. You suffer with depression, anxiety, self harm addiction, drug addiction. You cant seem to help yourself out of this hole so when you move to the flat above Sherlocks', he makes it his goal to help you.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN! A group of BBC Sherlock reader-inserts/one-shots, some with mature content. Stories marked with ~ TW in the title will have triggering content. If you have an idea for a one-shot, don't hesitate to ask!

You just moved to Britain to start over when you see a handsome man. His hair was curly and black, his eyes were blue-green and boring into yours. His name is Sherlock, and he is trying to deduce you.