Mycroft Stories

While the world focuses on Sherlock, Mycroft moves within his own sphere behind his brother's shadow, far from the noise and chaos of Sherlock's world.

The video starts a little shaky, with Y/n L/n grinning into the camera as she walks through 221B Baker Street. "Hey, guys. Welcome to Baker Street. I'm Y/n L/n, and this is our little world of tea, murder boards, questionable life choices, and-" She turns the camera. Sherlock Holmes is on the sofa, eating toast, curls a mess, looking deeply unimpressed. "-the world's only consulting detective, the great Sherlock Holmes." Sherlock looks at the camera, mouth half-full. "Your standards for greatness are worryingly low." Y/n giggles. "See? Charming." "I am occasionally charming," he says, then points his toast at her. "Usually when you deserve it." Y/n's smile softens. "That was almost sweet." "Don't make it strange." She turns the camera back to herself. "Anyway, don't let Sherl scare you off. He looks dramatic, but he remembers tea orders and pretends that isn't affection." "I heard that." "I know." Sherlock sighs, but there's a fond little smile hiding at the corner of his mouth. "She steals my chips, interrupts my experiments, and somehow makes this place less unbearable." Y/n pauses. "Sherl." "What?" "That was sweet." "It was factual." A sudden bubbling noise comes from the kitchen. They both freeze. Y/n turns slowly. "...Sherl?!" Sherlock shot to his feet. "Bugger." Y/n laughs into the camera as he shoots past her. "Okay, got to go. Welcome to Baker Street!" There was a loud clatter in the background. Then Sherlock's voice, offended and distant: "Don't laugh, Y/n/n, that's nitric acid-" The video cut off there.

On a lead from a brutal London murder, Mycroft Holmes brings his younger brother Sherlock and the sharp‑tongued James Moriarty to Madrid, where the name Calderón echoes through back alleys and government halls with equal menace. What begins as a simple investigation quickly reveals a city tangled in secrets-bribes, disappearances, and a villain whose influence reaches far beyond Spain. Their careful pursuit is disrupted when they cross paths with Elena María Selena Quintanilla, a 19‑year‑old Madrileña with a fierce heart. She knows the city better than any map, and she knows Calderón's world even better. Sparks ignite the moment she joins them. A glance held too long. A voice softened. A heartbeat quickened. As the four of them close in on Calderón's operation, the mystery deepens, loyalties blur, and the line between ally and enemy grows thin. In Madrid, every truth has a price... and every spark threatens to become a fire.

Watson is kidnapped after a nefarious package arrives at his home in London. Mary Morstan realizes the only person who can save her husband is Sherlock Holmes. Soon, both Holmes brothers are embroiled in a far-flung scandal involving age-old aristocracy, money, and murder.

6 months ago, Sherlock came back from the dead. With Moriarty gone and no new big cases, he's going mad. Probably John too. However, their lives will forever change when 2 new neighbors move into 221C. Sounds familiar? Wrong. This story is not like the others. Ella Estrada and Janelle González are 2 best friends that have known each other since college. After a year of losing her dream job, Ella drags Janelle into a new adventure when a work opportunity appears in London. Mrs. Hudson, her old nanny, offers her a lease at 221C, which compared to other flats, it's a freaking bargain. The questions arise: Will Ella's sarcasm meet Sherlock's sociopath personality? Could John find a new friend to rely on? Can Janelle stand alone between so much craziness even when she doesn't want to? Will Mycroft be able to fight the urge to protect his little brother from more danger? Remember, the game is on. Don't only see... observe. (Note: This story picks up after Season 3, Episode 1. The bombing that they stopped on November 5th was made by a lonely extremist, and did not lead anywhere else. It does not include Mary nor the events with Magnussen).

The title says all!

𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 ᵇᶜˢ ⁱ'ᵐ ⁱⁿᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵘᵈʸ ᵍʳᵒᵘᵖ ʳⁿ ❝𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎, 𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚜 𝙸'𝚖 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕, 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢.❞ . . . . . . . . . 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞? 𝐖𝐡𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞, 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐲, 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐨𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞? [𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞] 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭? 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚊𝚖 𝚓. 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚡 𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚔𝚊𝚒! 𝚏!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 SLOW EDIT!! 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 : 25 • 12 • 2023 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 : 31 • 12 • 2023 𝐄𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 :

Could be only Sherlock. Could be only Doctor Who. OR possibly Wholock. Who knows... Some are silly. Some are headcanon-y. Either way, it ALWAYS stays in range of Doctor Who or Sherlock. I tend to make Doctor Who and Sherlock references to everything. Note that none of the wholock one shots will be correspondent to one another so each is a separate idea. Also beware of the fandom crossover... Please PM me for requests. I'm open to anything.

Annabelle Allegra Jean Holmes Mycroft's beloved daughter. Sentimental attachments can be a danger but Mycroft just had one Sherlock or as it turns out he has another, his daughter. A/N in this episodes may take place in a shorter amount of time DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE SCRIPT/CHARACTERS(except Annabelle)/MAIN PLOT OF SHERLOCK ALL RIGHTS OF THESE GO TO SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE AND THE BBC!!!!!!!!!!

Short stories of our favourite detective, Irene Adler, Jim Moriarty and more<3 I hope you'll enjoy and have a lovely dayyy All the love ~H

This is just a bunch of oneshots of BBC's Sherlock. Requests are open and welcome! Stories in this book will include ... • Au's • non canon ships Stories may include ... • Self harm • Drug abuse • Panic attacks (If these are included it will say so at the beginning of the story) Any and all ships will be marked at the beginning.

mainly ships. (exept if you request reader insert) maybe includes smut. I'll try my best too update weekly hope you like it anyway<3 !!! I DON'T OWN ANY OF THE MTP CHARACTERS !!!

My name is Mykala Watson. After spending six years in Australia with my best friends, I return to London expecting nothing more than a fresh start and a place to stay with my older brother, John Watson. Instead, I find myself living at 221B Baker Street, surrounded by murders, mysteries, and impossible cases. And falling for the world's only consulting detective might just be the most dangerous case of them all.

Sherlock's niece is on the run, and she goes to the only place she can anymore, her uncle's place. 221b Baker st. But when she goes there, she realizes that everyone has changed, even her family.

Y/n found Oxford boring; there was nothing fun or exciting that ever happened... well, until she met Sherlock. This is a Fem!Reader story and follows the plot of young Sherlock I do not own any of the characters but Y/n and her story line

" So, where do you stand in all of this? " The man in front of me, Sherlock Holmes, queried. His piercing gaze held a confused look as he scanned me over and over, but couldn't quite figure me out. I could hear shuffling from the corner of the room, knowing that John was starting to get uneasy about the situation. Can't blame him, brother love did try to blow him up. I just smiled and stared back. " Nowhere, really. Being good is boring. Being bad is boring too. So why can't I be both? " I spoke, earning an eyebrow raise as a smirk painted his features. " Doesn't that make you ordinary? Someone such as you, (Y/n) Moriarty, ordinary? " he laughed as if that statement was the funniest thing in the world. " I don't believe you. " His tone dropped two octaves lower, a dry look present on his face as he eyed the bundle I was carrying in my arms. Both of them made the whole situation troublesome, really, and more tense than it needed to be in any sort of way. I shot him a genuinely tired look, pursing my lips as I flipped the cloth up, revealing a small jar of cookies in my hands. " Look, man. I'm trying to be nice here with the cookies. Cut me some slack. " I sighed, rolling my eyes as the detective put on gloves before even touching the jar. " Are those uh, " John cleared his throat. "... Poisoned? Cyanide? No? " I looked at him from the corner of my eye and smirked. " Nah, wouldn't kill my favorite blogger now. Brother and I would be very upset, but then again, I am throwing a tantrum on him so I probably should've done that.... Huh. " I snickered as I saw his face pale even more. " Tantrum? " " He wouldn't take a day off to go to the cinema with me so I just went MIA. He's probably been on a manhunt since... " I checked my watch, giggling as I heard John plop himself to the couch, muttering something in the lines of ' Jesus Christ '. " Approximately 10 hours ago. " " So he does care. " " Only for me. Why wouldn't he? I'm (Y/n) Moriarty. "

Sherlock and Mycroft Holmes didn't feel sick. So, in their minds, they weren't.

Have you ever wondered what things the characters of Sherlock text each other about? Well, now you can find out. A whole new world of cases, flirts, blackmail, crossovers, stalkers, and more await you inside. *This work of fiction may contain multiple pairings and crossovers. If you have any suggestions, please make sure to tell me. DISCLAIMER: If you are reading this book on any other platform than Wattpad or Tumblr, you are very likely to be at risk of a Malware attack. If you wish to read this story in its original, safe, form please go to www.wattpad.com/user/ScreamingAtRoses

This is based on Mycroft and John's meeting in ASIP. But make it mystrade and about 20 years prior. I DONT OWN ANY OF THIS I PROMISE. ALL THE RIGHTS GO TO MR MOFFAT AT SHERLOCK HQ AND MR GATISS WHEREVER HE MAY BE

You are a professor at a university teaching psychology. Everything is the same. Boring. Dull. But 2 students catch your eye, a certain Holmes and moriarty. But they have noticed you too... When you are this smart, life is never boring. While trying to figure out a murder at the university, will you be able to figure out everyone and their true intentions? One thing's for sure, the game is on.