How to Play a Game Called Murder
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A Study in Chaos
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.Complete
Genius ~ Sherlolly
It's lonely at 221B, Sherlock and John are growing more and more distant, Lestrade is always a busy and no good cases have come up for a long time. But then there is one case that tests Sherlocks heart instead of mind, a case involving a girl that Sherlock took for granted, a girl who Sherlock only thought of as a friend. Her name was Molly, Molly Hooper. There is only thing this genius he doesn't know.... How to fall in loveComplete
Queen of the Mind Palace // Sherlolly ✔️
Molly Hooper knows love. She's grown up with love, felt the overwhelming rush of ecstasy it provides. Felt it's crushing devastation. She's felt that especially. Sherlock Holmes, on the other hand, is new to love. He has never experienced love, instead living off the rush of solving cases and being cold and virtually heartless. In this way they are so very different, that is, until love comes barreling down their door and wrapping the two up in an adventure that will change their lives forever... //COVER CHANGE\\Complete
✔️TECHNICOLOUR DREAM | Sherlock Holmes
"Oh look, it's the flatmates I didn't want and disagreed to, thank you, Mrs Hudson, how very courteous of you" Beatrice Astor was sarcastic, perpetually moody and hopelessly gorgeous- Sherlock couldn't help but be instantly attracted... But how does one go about loving a highly functioning sociopath? Warning: Mature Themes.Complete
Saving John Watson (BBC Sherlock fanfic)
Ever since Sherlock Holmes jumped from the top of London's Bart's Hospital, his best friend, John Watson, has been deeply depressed. Sherlock, (who had gone into hiding), has made no plans to come back. But a series of coded letters cause his whole world to come crashing down around him. Sherlock enlists two of his best friends--Molly Hooper and D.I. Greg Lestrade--to help in his most urgent rescue mission ever, saving John Watson. All rights to characters go to the writers of BBC Sherlock and Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.Complete
The real fall
After the death of Mary, Sherlock loses it. The press begin to turn on him after a reporter twisted the truth about the death of John Watson's wife. The public how believe that Sherlock Holmes pushed Mary in front of the gun out of spite. Lonely, resented and normally very high, Sherlock finds himself in need of help; so when he pays a visit to Molly in the lab and comes across a new scientist he falls into deeper confusion. As feelings are revealed and confessions made, Sherlock finds himself falling into the one thing he never thought he would. Love...Complete
|Sherlock Imagines|
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The boys upstairs
Set after season 4, a new character enters 221B Baker Street. You are cunning and clever- and trying your hardest to remain out of trouble. Problem is, with a photographic memory and addiction to adrenaline, you can't help but get caught up with the crimes upstairs. These are your content warnings for the novella, please proceed with caution! TW// violence, assault, adult and distressing themes, abuse, panic attacks, addiction, self harm I hope you enjoy- please leave comments and criticisms as everything helps! Of course all rights reserved to the BBC, all characters belong to the BBC, I choose to use them for creative and entertainment purposes only. MissWho77 xComplete
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.
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