Moriarty Stories

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.

2nd part of william's story.

A red full moon. How beautiful. Maybe it's not a bad night to die after all. Yes, were about to die. Our plane's engine just blew off. "Eliz, what are you doing? Duck your head!" I turned at my brothers' distressed faces and felt like life just flashed before my eyes. We're about to crash. This is the end.

Central London, Baker Street. Y/n Baxter's life so far could be described as tumultuous. From her top job at Scotland Yard to her history lurking around every corner, and each of the unbelievable cases she takes on along with her two neighours. The enigmatic detective in 221B won't make it any easier. Deadly cases? Easy Mass murderers? No sweat Moriarty? So what? Could sentiments be more dangerous than any of the trio's adventures? Are sentiments always really found on the losing side? #2 in Consultingdetective on 08/08/2024 #5 in BakerStreet on 21/10/2024 #6 in Lestrade on 25/10/2024 #5 in Hudson on 11/04/2025 #7 in Holmes on 25/04/2025 I don't own any of the characters except for Y/n, they belong to the works of Arthur Conan Doyle. However some of the plot and certain characters are created by me and belong to me.

One witness. One killer. And only one man who can uncover the truth: Sherlock Holmes. But truth is never simple... every clue could be a deception, every glance a deadly threat. Who is the killer? Who is the real victim? And can Sherlock and John save each other before it's too late? The Season Five that was never made, now comes to life. A story of mystery, suspense, and choices that could change everything. Warning Poster designed by myself please don't Copyright

SEQUEL TO SHERLOCK'S LONG LOST DAUGHTER! The second book in The LOST Chronicles series. Maddy is back living at 221b, she's starting a new school, a new life, a new her. She just wanted everything to settle down again after all that had happened. Although it seems that Maddy cannot escape the inevitable events that lye ahead of her. When a series of unconnected, random patterned house fires occur Sherlock begins to investigate further into it. Until his worst fears once again come true, when Maddy is found to be somehow connected with these odd acts of arson. What will happen when a certain consulting criminal begins to ignite the flame again? What will become of Maddy? Will Sherlock be able to figure it out, and stop it? What if it's too late...? WARNING RISK OF MAJOR FEELS: Read at your own risk and pleasure.

Second part of the Moriarty the Patriot memes. Let's gooo! XD

My name is Mykala Watson. After spending six years in Australia with my best friends, I return to London expecting nothing more than a fresh start and a place to stay with my older brother, John Watson. Instead, I find myself living at 221B Baker Street, surrounded by murders, mysteries, and impossible cases. And falling for the world's only consulting detective might just be the most dangerous case of them all.

Each of us has suffered from loneliness at least once. It slowly approaches and then bites into our minds, exhausting them. Over time, people learn to cope with this pain. English is not my native language, so there may be mistakes. Disclaimer: Moriarty the Patriot is not mine. It belongs to Ryosuke Takeuchi and Hikaru Miyoshi.

He never meant to care about her. She was just supposed to be a piece in their little game: a pawn to him. A queen to Sherlock. It seemed to turn completely around. She was smart like her father and knew danger better than her own mother. And something in him wanted to give her a better life. NOTE: I've decided to try to rewrite an old fanfic I wrote about five years ago xD it's still up on my page and I wrote it when I was in 7th grade - I'm now a senior in high school. You won't have to have read the original story to understand this one :) but if you want to read the OG from five years ago, feel free to go check it out!! Thank you to everybody who has supported the story here and on other publishing platforms :)

Admist the busy streets of London city a girl with brown hair and purple eyes walks with her mind in deep thoughts. In her mind was her family who yet again troubled her so much that she wanted to cut ties with them. But in the 19th century a woman can't survive without a man or her family beside her side. That's why she has to plan carefully her exit. If they get wind of her schemes she will be in trouble. After all, this time around there's no way they would spare her. No one except a few people are on her side, but how can she tell they are? They mostly stayed silent or were never present when it went downhill for her. At least, one person or two people were constantly aiding her. Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard some news being discussed by a few ladies dressed in fancy clothing for their time. Nobles, she thought as she got curious what is now in the daily telegraph. The title is deliberately made for people like me who frantically search for a FF of Moriarty the patriot. For now the text of the picture will not make any sense but let's see if it does in the future. Death will be in this story even if it's mentioned briefly → Slow updates because of various reasons → Once a month or so two chapter will drop Family conflict and lots of names being used in the story. Relevent ones: Lope Ayila Luis

"I hope you would be here and hugged me tightly and you would never let me go." Daire Lightbourne travels from Haslemere to London. She has finally moved away from her parents. She's looking for a new flatmate, which she surprisingly finds. Sounds like a good start to a new friendship in my ears.

"Can I yell at him?" Angelica asked gleefully. Sherlock frowned and gave her a knowing look. "You let him smoke," He stood up straight. "I should shout at you as well. Your library trip tomorrow is no longer happening," He said before storming down the hallway roaring his son's name. "Charles Sebastian Scott Holmes!" John turned towards Angelica now aware that there were two children in the flat. He was starting to question if he was capable of living with a man like Sherlock, especially with him being a single father. "Is it always like this?" Angelica shrugged. "Charlie likes to smoke and I enjoy seeing my father scold him for it. In actuality, he's merely a hypocrite." Angelica smirked as she watched Charlie sulk into the sitting room. Charlie plopped down into the space next to her on the couch. His beanie was now missing which left his curly red hair visible to the world. "Why'd you let me smoke?" He asked. "Because she enjoys seeing me frustrated with you," Sherlock responded as he reentered the room as well. Sherlock grasped Charlie's hat in his hands. "Dr. Watson, my son, Charlie." Charlie stuck out his hand to shake. John accepted it and gave Charlie a polite smile. "Don't worry, I won't be deducing you anytime soon. I'm the normal one around here." ************* Angelica and Charlie Holmes are two sides of the same coin. They both pine for the affection of a father they think barely noticed. What will happen to the twins with Moriarty takes interests in them? (I'm really shitty with descriptions. Lol. Pls just give it a chance.)

She knows the mission. Move to London, bake soufflés, break Sherlock Holmes. He knows the game. Solve crimes, get in trouble... falling in love is new. Yet in both a mission and a game the same problem arises. Who will make the next move. Of course we all know how it ends. So run you clever boy and remember, that IOU a fall.

Sequel to Part One. Read part one first After finding out her history, Astrid struggles to accept who she really is. Due to an unfortunate event, Astrid is forced into hiding in order to stay out of the spotlight of the under world. The isolation (no pun intended!) brings out an urge to confront her father. (A/N updates are slow coz I'm swamped with a-level shiz Also I've gone a bit beyond the story described, so there's some more stuff in relation to the Holmes troop in the last half of this part Once again I'd like to thank Ariane DeVere on live journal for the transcripts, and also I'd like to acknowledge that I, of course, do not own any of the Sherlock characters, they all belong to the geniuses that created Sherlock. I only own Astrid and the other original characters!)

Look, I don't know how the freaking hell I got here. I was just walking and.....well, the actual problem here is that the characters have KILLER FACES. Okay, maybe it is a bit rude to call them 'characters'. Another problem, a Twenty First centaury girl in the Nineteenth centaury? How am I supposed to survive in this hell?! But the major problem here is, how am I supposed to stay calm when I am surrounded by 'geniuses' who can read like-like I am some sort of MAGAZINE?! OH! I just hope I can return home....... I will be able to return, right.....? *A Moriarty the Patriot Fanfiction* *Disclaimer*: Moriarty the Patriot rightfully belongs to Ryosuke Takeuchi and Hikaru Miyoshi. The only thing I own here are the OCs and the fanfic storyline.

The famous QED four are now... five? Lorelei decides to invite one more member and surprise, surprise! It happened to be Loki and Luthor's childhood friend. Coincidence? Likely. Yvonne's commendable deduction skills and determination to put cases to rest lands her a seat inside the one and only, QED club. Will this fateful meeting, and an additional member, change the course of their stories? Join her and the club as they find their way through the dangers they'll face and the cases they uncover. Disclaimer: This story is a FANFICTION inspired by Project Loki by AKOSIIBARRA. This work is created purely for entertainment and creative expression by a fan. I do not claim ownership of the original story, and I am not attempting to copy or reproduce the original scenes or plot. Some elements may be referenced for inspiration, but the events, interpretations, and additional content in this story are my own. NO COPYRIGHT INFRINGEMENT INTENDED. (Author's note: This is a PL AU that includes my own character and romance. Following the original, this book is also Taglish. I greatly admire and respect the original book's writer, AKOSIIBARRA, and he has greatly inspired my writing journey. That's all, enjoy!)

Rachel Westlake is the most promising young detective at the Scotland Yard. Under Lestrade's watchful eye, she is quickly becoming an intuitive, valuable member of the investigative team. So when the best surgeon in London vanishes without a trace, Lestrade immediately puts Rachel up for the investigation. But there's a catch; she's not alone. The Dynamic Duo as Sgt Donovan begrudgingly calls them have volunteered their services. Sherlock Holmes, the world's only "consulting detective", and his partner John Watson, a retired Iraq veteran and army surgeon, threaten to pull Rachel's case right out of her hands. The choice is hers: roll over and hand her first real assignment to them willingly, or fight back and prove her worth to Mr. Holmes. But will the case turn out to be more than she can handle?

Sherlock fanfics. DISCLAIMER: ALL RIGHTs GO TO BBC , SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, AND THE CREATIRS OF SHERLOCK Enjoy the story!! <3

Greg Lestrade meets Mycroft Holmes through a case Sherlock has decided to take on. At first, they really don't like each other but soon realise they'll have to get along if they want to get literally anything done- especially with how Sherlock is.