This story follows the main plotline of the BBC show, Sherlock. However, there are some timeline inconsistencies to better fit the flow of the story. I do not own any of the plotline or characters from the BBC show, Sherlock. I only own Y/N's character development within the story.

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.

This is an original story with original cases and 'Sherlockian' deductions, featuring the BBC show's characters. Sherlock and John are trying to rent out 221 C... getting nowhere. An international PhD candidate is looking for a place to stay: she has no one and nothing left but a new life to build from scratch in London. They are the perfect match: Baker Street is her last resort, and she is the only tenant not running like hell in front of Sherlock's deductions. What an astounding coincidence! But what do we say about coincidence? When Giulia moves to 221C Baker Street and dives into a fascinating world of cases, riddles, puzzles, and murders, Sherlock Holmes is faced with the most intricate case of all. What is the cryptic story behind this ordinary, yet surprisingly clever woman? Can she be trusted? And does the past always come back to exact its vengeance? ~~~~~~ 🏆 #1 #sherlock [24/05/2021] I do not own BBC Sherlock's characters; I only own my original characters and stories. I do not own any of the images.

Sherlock Holmes is renowned far and wide for his Mind Palace but Mycroft Holmes is privately known to have a House Of Memories. Elina Hooper is the twin sister of the sweet pathologist, Molly. French on their mother's side and being both graced with multiple talents from their late father's side; Elina paves her path at the tender age of seventeen to becoming a full time nurse to no other but Rudy Holmes. Time skip to four years on, the famous uncle to the Holmes brothers sadly passes away which gives meaning for Mycroft Holmes in the realisation that his departed uncle gave him leverage that during the moment, he does not quite fully understand. Another time skip to four years later, Elina finds herself constantly drunk due to the dismay of losing herself in the worst of ways to her boyfriend and finally decides for herself to do better, to be better and quite frankly, to not let anyone rain on her parade. During the case of what Dr. J. H. Watson; likes to recall as, A Scandal In Belgravia, Elina is down on her luck and reunites with her younger sister Molly in hopes to get her life back on track. To Mycroft Holmes, Elina Serenity Hooper is just a passing face but it can't be coincidence by the power of the universe that she happens to turn up at his office, looking her best with sharp senses and tactical knowledge applying herself for the position to become his newly established personal assistant? Perhaps Elina would admit in the end that her likeness for the Ice Man had blossomed early which in turn would slowly bloom into her first true love. Perhaps Mycroft would admit in the end that despite his tetchy aura and complications of being himself, he was indeed capable of being loved and to go as far as loving someone too... How long is thread, you say? Well, my belief is that it's as long as you wish before you cut it. Hurdles to jump, cakes to bake, angst to commence, does Mycroft have it in him to allow Elina to be apart of his House Of Memories?

When you move into 221c Baker street and unknowingly become the neighbor of the great Sherlock Holmes. For some reason he doesn't like you.... Oh the game is on. "I'm armed and never miss I'd suggest you show yourself before my trigger finger gets itchy." "Death threats usually means frustrations towards a person. Isn't that obvious?" "If you had, had time to reflect you would have realized that this was a terrible idea." "I'm her boyfriend and he's with me please let us go in." Make sure to leave comments and such so I can know if this story isn't trash

Phoebe Hunt moved to London and found herself a flat. 221C Baker Street. She was so excited to open her new bakery and maybe make some friends, until she comes to realize who lives in the flat above her. Sherlock Holmes. The boy she had fallen for in high school. The one who broke her. Warnings: drugs, smoking, suicide, depression, angst, death, and gore Rating: Mature Disclaimer: I do not own Sherlock or any of the characters from the show. The only characters I own are Phoebe, Elsa, Lucinda, Peter, Chloe, Presley, Hunter, and any other character I created. Also, I tried to stick as close as I could to the characters, but clearly Sherlock is gonna be a bit out of character later in the book.

TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- mention of suicide , domestic abuse, eating disorders and self harm. John and Sherlock are working a case when Sherlock gets shot. He is not majorly injured, but It required that John looks at his medical records. He quickly realizes that Sherlock had 5 suicide attempts in the past years. As John and Sherlock admit their feelings for each other, John learns how deep Sherlocks mental problems run. John knows he cannot magically make Sherlock better, but is determined to try to be there for him. Will he be able to? Completed. 87k words with a sequel in progress

Aspen Watson. There's my name. Nothing special about me... My uncle fought in Afghanistan and is back. I'm always fighting a battle though. It's when I go to stay with him is when things get interesting; I had no idea where it would take me. They can't know what I do to myself.

When young protagonist Victoria arrives at 221B Baker Street, Sherlock Holmes and his blogger, John Watson, find themselves opening an international can of worms that the pompous Mycroft Holmes has been trying to keep sealed for more than a decade. The two detectives and Victoria delve deep into the past to figure out why a formerly elusive gang of cutthroats has surfaced in London and the schemes they are so desperately trying to put in motion. READ ON AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/1606856/chapters/3421037

Eccedentasiast (n.) - someone who hides pain behind a smile. Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective and high-functioning sociopath, has found one. There are too many deductions to be made about Lucille Fitzgerald. She is a literal walking contradiction and Sherlock is completely dumbfounded by her. Even more so than with normal people. And yet here he is, forced to work side by side with her by Lestrade and thrown into a dark side of crime he has never seen before. Maybe he'll never know Lucy's secret. Maybe that's for the best. Maybe Sherlock Holmes should finally learn that ignorance is bliss. But when has he ever listened to anyone? "I want someone to look at me the same way Sherlock looks at you." "But he doesn't look me. He's too busy texting that Adler woman." "He only does that when you look at him. When you turn your back, well.... that's a different story."