Sherlock-holmes Stories

"You're offering me a rose?" "Aren't roses a way of saying I love you?" - In which [Y/N's] noble and honored family's money starts to decline and they find the only way of staying out of the ruins is to fix their daughter an arranged marriage.

Lithia Holmes has spent her life in Appleton Manor-a place as polished and suffocating as a gilded cage. While her brothers, Sherlock and Mycroft, move freely through the world of intellect and investigation, Lithia is expected to smile, obey, and become the perfect society daughter. But brilliance doesn't dim just because others prefer it hidden. Refusing to be caged any longer, Lithia runs away to Oxford under a false name, determined to build a life of her own making.

She chose this world solely for her. To give her a good life. She believed that her friend liked a certain crime consultant. They reincarnate together into the world her friend used to obsess over. So she does what any good friend would do: she pulls strings to set up William with her friend. A perfect match, right? But what if the person her friend actually liked was his younger twin and all that was just a trap set by her friend to make her fall for older twin? But what happens when her plan goes south? When, she realises her feelings for the same man she was pushing towards her friend? Will she suppress her own feelings for the sake of her friend, or take initiative to confess them? What lengths would she go to when she the fog of misunderstanding clears?

" That's why they call it falling in love. No one ever means to fall." -*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*- Sherlock Holmes. London's most eligible sleuth. Enola Holmes. The female detective. Mycroft Holmes. The government prick. Siblings. Family. Blood. But blood is about to be spilt. For change requires sacrifice. How much blood does it take to drain a man? How much pain does it take to see the truth? How much fire does it take to melt an icy heart? Sherlock Holmes was never meant to fall in love. But then again, neither was Kiva Taylor. Takes place after Enola Holmes 2 Sherlock Holmes x OC Enola Holmes fanfiction Copyright All rights reserved.

Gregory Lestrade is a simple man, with a simple goal in life. Find happiness and find his spark once again, but life proves that hard once he enters the mundane routine of his life, this is where Mycroft Holmes enters the picture. The simple yet complex man bringing with him a new type of mundane into his life, a new and exciting friendship that might just spark into something good for the both of them. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Cover artist: Ghostbees in tumblr (Artwork is not mine! Go check out their other work! It took me a bit to find their page lol) Warning: (Updated as they come) -Angst -Lots and lots of fluff -Mentions of depression/suicide. -Mentions and descriptions of gore for some crime scenes (more warning on each separate chapter if needed)

Short stories about a certain Detective and a Pathologist. Requests are most welcomed.-RA.

Summer 1890, London. Sherlock Holmes and his faithful companion Dr. Watson are on a new case, one unlike any other that they had ever investigated. A daring master thief has entered the London scene. As the valuables of many disappear, Holmes works furiously to find this shadow with only one clue, the thief's calling card, a single iridescent feather of a magpie. This story is based of of the original adventures of Sherlock Holmes written by Sir. Arthur Conan Doyle. I own none of the characters except for Magpie and her briefly mentioned family(parents). This is my first time writing publicly so I ask for your kind patience. Thank you and enjoy.

Sherlock Homes [BBC] finds Arabella Baelli. And the danger commences. "It is paradoxical, yet true, to say, that the more we know, the more ignorant we become in the absolute sense, for it is only through enlightenment that we become conscious of our limitations. Precisely one of the most gratifying results of intellectual evolution is the continuous opening up of new and greater prospects." "Sherlock what does that have to do this the-" "Today's scientists have substituted mathematics for experiments, and they wander off through equation after equation, and eventually build a structure which has no relation to reality, do you see the paradox?" "I just wanted to know if you had sugar, I've run out." "What? No." He closed the door in front of her face. She looked embarrassed to the door cursing herself. Watson looked at him shaking his head. "Not good?" "Not good." He opened the door back again and smiled at her which usually came unnaturally. "Would you like me to accompany you to the shop to get some of your soluble carbohydrates?" She quickly tried to hide the warmth radiating off her russet cheeks and smiled up at him nodding as she thought to herself, what was she going to do with the bag of sugar she had at home now?

it's just me, my delusions, and every fictional man who's ever looked slightly mysterious, emotionally unavailable, or just... hot. (and old) enjoy the ride, it's unhinged but it's fun 💋

Sherlock (BBC) Fanfiction: story mine / characters someone else's

John is trapped in the never ending torrent of education and social exclusion, forced to attend one of the most exclusive and prestigious boarding schools. His roommate Greg Lestrade, however, won't let the old walls of Wisteria trap them, and soon the boys find themselves surrounded with public school kids and bad decisions. Sherlock's life has been anything but easy, accused of a crime he never committed and thrown into the lowest social hierarchy of Lauriston school with his name turned into dirt. Laughed at, mocked, and tormented by his fellow classmates, Sherlock just wants to be happy for once in his lonely life... Johnlock Viclock

Heather is what some people consider crazy. She grew up in a small town in England where Sherlock Holmes and his brother Mycroft were her best friends. That was until her family was trying to make her like her cousin, Irene Adler, a dominatrix. So she ran away from her home and from the curly haired boy who had feelings for her. She then came across a man who travled through time and space in a tiny blue box that goes by the name of The Doctor, along with his other companion Clara Oswin Oswald. The Doctor soon realized that as much as she loved traveling with him she wanted to stay in one place for more than a day, so consequently he dropped her off in modern New York. She got a job as a preforming waitress. Then she met the Winchester boys that changed her look on the world even more. She has come to find out that there are demons, angels, and other supernatural beings. That's when she became a hunter. This is her story while creating an unlikely gang.

New family, new adventures. the new generation of crime fighters, the daughter of John Watson, Rosie Watson is facing a new life and a new face of an old enemy. Feeling permanently stuck in her parent's shadows, she finds she just might not be the only one who feels that way.

After finishing university, Claire Ellis had six weeks left until she went to Australia, six weeks left to have a job and live her life. When she gets a job at Scotland Yard and meets the famous detective, will she find a reason to stay?

Mycroft is lonely, even though he would never admit it. So Sherlock takes it upon himself to find Mycroft his 'goldfish.' Mystrade fanfiction with Johnlock . *smut to come later*

•A Revised Form of Bored (A Sherlock Fanfiction)• Amelia Morgenstern née Moriarty is a troubled woman of many secrets. It has been many years since she has seen her brother, the consulting criminal, and since their last meeting she has both falling into and out of a disastrous marriage with a coworker. Sherlock Holmes is a consulting detective, and a rather excellent one, in his opinion. After his friend and previous flatmate, John Watson, moves out to live with his wife, Sherlock finds himself in need of a flatmate. It is not by chance that these two desperate people find their fates intertwined at such a turning point in their lives. After all, the universe is rarely so lazy. A/N: This work is a rewrite of a previous Sherlock fanfiction of mine, which is titled "Bored." There will be many changes throughout the book, as I am not pleased with how cliché and childish the original version comes off as. I hope this version turns out satisfactory. Please enjoy.

On the notion of "brotherly responsibilities," Sherlock decides to embarrass his dear brother Mycroft on his first date with Scotland Yard's finest, Greg Lestrade. While snooping through Greg's phone one day, he discovered the Detective Inspector's seemingly endless conversations with his brother, along with the location of their first informal get-together. And Sherlock just couldn't resist. Mycroft may have not seen this coming, but he was no fool. Clearly more perceptive than Sherlock anticipated, he knew of his little brother's "secret" romance with a particular doctor, and also of his plans with a particular silver ring sitting in a velvet box somewhere at 221B Baker Street. And Mycroft knows exactly how to get back at him.

Sherlock and Watson are attempting to live out their retirement in piece in their farm in Sussex. But at night, something has been stealing the honey from Sherlock's Hives and he is putting his foot down and saying enough is a enough!

"A study in emotions" on the totally platonic relationship of a supposedly straight war veteran with a lot of trauma and a sociopathic drug-addict with butterflies for his best friend. Cute Johnlock story without smut (maybe later). I'm sorry for any mistakes. If you want more infos pls text me or leave a comment :). I reaaally hope you like this one, it's my first wattpad story and I'm new here, so please be patientand kind. Let me know, what you think & hopefully have fun with my fanfiction. Clara #3 notgay #3 rosiewatson

A collection of shitty Johnlock oneshots could get smutty idk will be updated v v irregularly so be warned sorry for my appalling writing aha you'll get used to it tho