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?

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.

Imagines + Preferences from the BBC show Sherlock *COMPLETED*

»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)

Henry Parks is a seventh child. His father is the seventh son of a seventh son, and his mother is a seventh daughter of a seventh daughter. He has a gift. A gift to solving mysteries. He lives in Oxford and is one of the least popular kid at school. He has no friends and has never been kissed. But when his father gets a new job at Riverbed, an outer suburb of London, things seem to be going Henry’s way. He finally has friends and a girlfriend, Rose. After an accident at the local tavern, Henry and his friends decide to from 11B Incorporated, and try solving crimes around London. But when Rose’s big brother, Patrick is murdered while he was working. 11B Inc must help the police to solve the murder. But another murder happens and the police are puzzled. So it is down to Henry and 11B Inc to solve the murders, before someone else is killed.

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

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.

A story about the butterfly effect *COMPLETE*

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.