This one's a bit different from the rest...

You and John Watson were old flames back in your high school year. Thankfully, when you broke up, you still remained friends. That was, until the year of the war came around. While John went to war, you began to tend to your dying sister, who you knew only had a few more years. John and you kept in touch, but the letters started to get more and more infrequent as the war began to get more and more brutal. After your sister died, you moved to London, hoping for a fresh start and to eliminate any memories of your her. The next thing you know, three people get murdered right before your eyes, and guess who shows up to inspect? John Watson. And his friend, Sherlock Holmes. You took a liking to Sherlock, despite his arrogance and sociopathic tendencies, and you slowly begin to see his feelings that he hides underneath his shell. When he sees how clever you are, Sherlock also takes a liking to you, but tries his hardest to hide it. He knows that sentiment is a chemical defect found on the losing side. Now you, Sherlock and John Watson are solving cases together, but what happens when the person you fear most shows up and starts to torment John and Sherlock.

Když Harry v rámci své terapie donutí Johna, aby si spolu s ní začal zapisovat nejlepší momenty každého dne, přijde jim to oběma jako dobrý nápad. Ani jeden z nich ale netuší, jakou časovanou bombu právě odpálili...

Book 9 Decent cases appear to have dried up at Baker Street. With Moriarty on the run, who knows how Sophie is going to respond when a familiar face pops back onto the scene?

"Detective Brown your under arrest for the murder of Karrueche Brown"

221B Baker Street was not supposed to be my final destination. It was a pit stop. A temporary, financially questionable decision in one of the most expensive cities in the world. A place to exist quietly. To keep my head down, drink overpriced coffee, and avoid unpacking my emotional baggage. Then I met Sherlock Holmes. And quiet ceased to exist. One minute, I was just a tenant in a slightly dysfunctional flat. The next, I was the unwilling documentarian of absolute madness- ✔ Sherlock, the world's only consulting detective, who refuses to function like a normal human being. ✔ John Watson, who has reached new heights of exhaustion thanks to said detective. ✔ Mrs. Hudson, who is not a housekeeper but absolutely runs this place like a benevolent overlord. ✔ Molly Hooper, the forensic pathologist who is finally terrifying Sherlock (to my endless delight). ✔ Mycroft Holmes, who controls the British government but, more importantly, cannot figure out why I exist. ✔ Lestrade, who shows up mostly to suffer. ✔ And Rosie Watson, who is officially my tiny, all-knowing best friend. I am not a detective. I am not a hero. I am just the one thing Sherlock Holmes cannot deduce. My name is Safa. I babysit Rosie for extra cash, I document Baker Street's chaos out of sheer pettiness, and I gloat about my food just to drive Sherlock insane. I tell myself I don't belong here. That I am still just passing through. But the thing about living at Baker Street? You don't realize you're home until it's time to leave. And for once, Sherlock Holmes never saw it coming.

After a tragedy leaves a baby alone in the world, Sherlock finds himself holding more than just a case. With her in his arms, he discovers something he never expected.

»recently edited« Her head was inclined towards the sky, she obviously watched the stars. But when she looked over to him, their eyes met. That was the moment he realised he had fallen madly in love with her. (TW: for literally anything)

Everything was quiet at 221B Baker Street until a family friend of John's comes to stay, a 15 year old girl who has decided to bring 2 friends along with her. Of course they unintentionally make Sherlock's life a living hell. However, when a case opens up, and Sherlock just can't seem to solve the puzzle, will the 3 young girls be able to help him, or lead him and John towards and untimely fate? The clock is ticking...

[COMPLETE] Due to recently having my work stolen by another user, I now unfortunately have to include this disclaimer: These works are marked 'all rights reserved'. I do not give anyone permission to repost or redistribute these works on their own platform or anywhere else. If you wish to translate these works then please ask me first. Anyone who steals this story will be reported for copyright infringement. •• Sequel to 'Glass - A Sherlock Fanfiction'. Sherlock knew now why they called Eurus the 'East Wind'. She was a tempest - a violent storm - and she almost took everything from him. The dust has settled after Eurus' twisted game. 221B has been rebuilt from rubble, Margaux is alive, and Sherlock Holmes is absolutely, unequivocally in love with her. They say there is always calm before a storm, but what comes after? • cover art by Shezzaspeare