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War of the Minds

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All the stories? All those rumors? They were all true - well, most of them. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle was my grandfather's best friend, so, he'd know that side of the story very well. - The Voice I Call Steve 

So, we are sent to a different form of child labor, where we solve mysteries with whatever grey matter we have, eh? - Markeith 

Come on, lass. You must have heard the stories? You do recall who was Holmes's greatest enemy? Surely you must have heard of him? - James Moriarty, Professor Emeritus of Chemical Engineering 

*.*.*.*

It was a snap decision when she accepted the terms given to her by The Voice. It was either that, or remain in the system that abused her. She wasn't even sure until she was brought to a mansion of some sort and was slowly being deprogrammed from her previous lifestyle. She became Markeith, one of the many adopted into the system of Sherlock's Home, House for the Orphaned. 

Sent on one of the bigger missions with her partner, things began to turn for the worse when a man that went by the name of Moriarty began to surface, sending cryptic messages and little riddles that involved the assassination of the Queen herself. It further goes south when a mysterious man called Cedric Marton decided to help her and her team of rebels with a cause. To help matters worse, she couldn't help but feel attracted to both - Moriarty and Marton. But, will she let her heart be ruled over, or would she let her mind choose her own path?All Rights Reserved

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I believe in you - Sherlock Fanfiction. by Katiie_Sykes

[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.

The Consulting Detective's Apprentice (Sherlock x Reader) by CharismaticSociopath

When Sherlock goes off to solve another case for Scotland Yard, he doesn't expect to be greeted by a new member of the forensics team that shows serious promise of being more than an idiot. She just needs a nudge in the right direction. You are going to be his apprentice, and he'll teach you the art of being a genius. What he didn't anticipate is that you're going him to teach him a lot too, but on a different kind of subject... This is a work written by AspiringHuntressWhoGetsKilled on Archive of our Own. I brought the story to Wattpad so everyone on here could read it, too. :) This story is not mine- so if you vote on it here, I'm sure she would appreciate it if you went and gave her kudos on AO3. Enjoy!

Hidden Memories by SilverPandora1009

A blank doll with acting and action running in her veins, Freia woke up in a hospital with no memory of what brought her there. Sure, the doctors said a car crash delivered her there, but it didn't feel like it. They said her family's dead but how come Freia didn't feel like that was true? Her very first visitors were her adoptive parents, Fabio and Darlene Hunter. She had four friends that stuck with her ever since she could remember, literally. That is until one who was dear to her was killed, in front of her. Of course, she was devastated. Why would that be a question? One day, Fabio decided to put her into his school filled with students that he specifically chose to be in. When she was finally forced to be in it, she found out things she thought that only existed in books. Powers unknown to the modern world, sheltered children who only knows the world through TV and non-interactive computers. All of the information comes in that school, but never comes out. I gotta say, why would you believe something that was written and altered by humans from outside? Would you even put your trust on the person who doesn't let you out unless he wants you to? Read on as we see Freia and her friends struggle to find their places in the world they thought they knew of. [COMPLETED] [UNEDITED]

Luna's Diary by brownbwords

Ever since I was a kid, I knew I was different. Other children didn't like hanging out with me. I was silently bullied, and even the teachers seemed to hate me. And honestly? I was ugly. I really was... different. The way I talked, the way I walked-people even said my walk was horrifying (don't ask). The way I did things, the things I found interesting... they all set me apart. Then I entered high school. Suddenly, I became popular. I was beautiful, with a figure people envied. I had tons of friends-three-quarters of whom I still don't know by name. I had the perfect best friend. Teachers adored me. I was even the school's valedictorian. Sure, people still called me weird, but I ruled. Until everything came crashing down... all in one day. --- The day I didn't talk to my best friend. Just one day. Only, I didn't know we wouldn't speak again for days, then months... then years.

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"I will never understand how they allowed someone like her into our school. A Muggle-born witch who used a killing curse on her own mother." "That's rich coming from someone whose family abuses the Cruciatus Curse against Muggles for sport, Ominis Gaunt." Y/N joined Hogwarts late in her fifth year. She's now in her sixth year with little to no friends from her sudden arrival. The girl shrouds with mystery and terrible rumors of her past upbringing. She's able to survive under unforgiving circumstances and yet she loses all calm from a boy named Ominis Gaunt. What's so great about pure-blood wizards anyway? Being a Muggle-born in a mostly pure-blood wizarding world has it's challenges for Y/N. But nothing is more challenging than unexpected love towards an enemy. - - - - I *do not* give anyone any permission to translate, create videos, or republish my work. I have all rights to my stories and would appreciate everyone to enjoy them on the platforms I post these stories on. These stories are free and I don't feel comfortable knowing others are making money off of them. (｡•́︿•̀｡) If you see my work anywhere else other than Wattpad and AO3, just know I did not give them any permission. - - - - 【!】 Characters do not belong to me. - - - - #1 in ominisgaunt (05.13.23)

Changing Into A New Life (Fan Fiction Crossover) by WriteReadDanceLove

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Back To When It All Began by Spellcaster_09

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Heist [ H.S ] by giggling_styles

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[Sherlock x Female OC] The thing is, there is an empty, gaping hole at the base of John's throat where his overwhelming guilt and periodic bouts of torturous grief used to be. It would be so easy to... to be angry and punch a hole through the wall, through the foam of his pillow -- drive his fist through Sherlock's heart. But he remembers; in the most tragic and inopportune of fashion, remembers how angry he had been when Sherlock had jumped, how furious he had been at his funeral, and how it hadn't stopped him from breaking down at his grave nonetheless. The thing about his anger is this: it does nothing but leave him behind in the end, a bundle of nerves and frailty in his bones and an unsteady sway to his gait. It does nothing at all, but reduce marginally the constant, suffocating oppressiveness of his days bleeding into one another with a burst of adrenaline. The thing about his anger is this: it doesn't give him back Sherlock. So he gets a new flatmate- a woman named Holland. They were great friends at school and in fear he would be lonely again after Sherlock died he started to meet up with her, and soon, she moved in with him. They're just friends, though. No one could have a bond with John like Sherlock did. Sherlock was his best friend. But then Sherlock returns, and John is more furious than ever at him. Also, Sherlock and Holland seem to bond quite well, which is something Sherlock finds too complicated to explain itself.