Sherlock Stories

Trigger Warning: This story contains references to drug use and suicide. If you are not comfortable with these topics, please consider not reading this story. This story is based on the BBC series Sherlock, but it introduces a third Holmes brother: Caius Holmes, the youngest of the three. He is a genius-perhaps even more intelligent than his brothers-yet, like everyone else, he struggles with the difficulties of life.

Vivien was her name. The daughter of Sherlock Holmes, the famous detective. What happens to their relationship when a certain psycopath returns into Sherlocks life and lands his eyes on the most important young girl of Sherlocks life... Caution!!! Mature content! (smut&maturelanguage)

"......Sergeant Inspector Richardson! Hey, Corina! Wake up! We got a press conference to attend about the recent serial suicides!" The voice stirred the woman up from her slumber as she rubbed the corner of her eyes groggily, trying to brush over the dizziness. She jerked up straight on the chair, pulling her head off the desk trying to find the source of the voice. It was a man. One she had seen before. Not in real life but in a fictional video format of a series, a TV series to be more exact. Detective Inspector Lestrade. He stood a few meters away from her with a tired face, a gentle sigh escaping his lips as he glanced over at her as she gazed at unfamiliar reflection of herself in her phone's black screen. She ran the pad of her nimble fingers over her soft face. Smooth to touch, her fingers basically glided over it. Thick eyebrows above the long eyelashes around her bluish green eyes. Her complexion was pretty pale as if she hadn't slept for days. The face structure was pretty sharp with a feminine jaw. Plump lips which were red from the nervous biting she had engaged in on her lower lip. Luscious curvy brown hair cascaded down her back. What kind of weird dream am I in? Is this supposed to be me?

"Go to college," they said. "It'll be fun," they said. It is fun, actually - that is, until a classmate gets a little too carried away during a demonstration and shoves you headfirst out a third-story window. You wake up with your phone in one hand, some money in the other, and a rather attractive, rather familiar cabbie awaiting payment. All this would be grand, of course, if you had any idea where the hell you are. You could also do without the on-again, off-again migraines and nausea, and - holy mint chocolate chip, is that Benedict Cumberbatch?

Sherlock Holmes never considered himself the type to ever fall in love. "Alone is what I have. Alone protects me." Or so he thought. When a certain woman walks into his life, Sherlock finds his view to be changing. Elizabeth Watson, younger sister of John, is an investigative journalist who just returned to London after spending years traveling. Once she is reunited with her older brother and meets the consulting detective both of their lives are turned upside down when they realise there's something pulling them together.

After Rain Watson is acquitted of a murder charge, She moves in with her Uncle John and shortly after meets Jim Moriarty, who she is completely captivated by and begins to play a dangerous game with him, soon finding herself out of her depth, as her life begins to spiral out of control and bad things begin to happen. "You won't leave me. You can't resist The Devil's Charm"

Imagine if you were whisked away from your world and magically landed inside your favourite TV series. What would you do? How would you react? Well now you get to follow the story of one Ava Lawrence who had to go through that very experience herself. What will she do? How will she react?

Allison Cooper is not your average girl. She is an intelligent loner, a social outcast of sorts. Moving to London seemed the best plan when she had some family troubles, and she takes 221c Baker Street, the flat right under the man who will change her life.

What happens if Lestrade had brought his daughter to work the same day the lady in pink was found? What if she was almost as smart as Sherlock? What if Shelock took some interest into Y/N Lestrade, intrigued by the smart girl that wasn't listened to, her genius ignored? Basically a retelling of A Study In Pink but if Greg Lestrade brought his daughter along with him.

Veronica SaintClair is a girl that wants to explore the world and go on adventures. Unfortunately her Father doesn't approve of such life and believes that she should attend boarding school and become a house wife. Knowing well that this future wouldn't make her happy she decides to run away. On her journey she meets a particular girl and a very self absorbed boy. But things take a turn when she gets to know that brunette boy. She finds herself falling for him harder than ever. Viscount Tewkesbury, Marquess of Basilwether story This story is based on the events in the movie Enola Holmes with a little of my twist. I don't own some of the characters in this book. This is my first story. So I apologize if it's not that good ☺️

John arrives home with a cat one rainy day and Sherlock refuses to have it. However over time Sherlock get's quite fond of it...

A man who lives and breathes to solve mystery cases. A doctor who craves and awaits the next thrill. What would happen when both of them are placed into a situation neither of them knows how to control? Read about what would happen if Sherlock Holmes and John Watson were forced to protect and house a young women in order to solve a particularly difficult case.

"The game, Mrs Hudson, is on!" ~~~ "Tax- ugh." Sherlock says getting cut off as another body runs into him, the other person falling to the ground. "Sorry." A female voice says as she sits up. "I'm so sorry, this was my fault, I was rushing to work." She rants dusting herself off and combing the nonexistent leaves out of her long golden blonde hair. "I just-" She trails off when she finally looks up and gets a look at the person she ran into. "Hi." She breathes out smiling lightly. She was instantly drawn in by his crystal clear blue eyes that left her feeling breathless. "Hey," Sherlock replies quietly also getting lost in her blue eyes. He was just as much in awe of her and she was to him. Suddenly, he clears his throat and they both look away. "My apologies, I, um, I wasn't looking where I was going. Sherlock Holmes." He introduces holding out his hand to help her up. "Katherine, uh Kat. Kat Moore." She stutters out and takes his hand and he pulls her up so they are standing face to face. The two continue to stare at each other while holding hands until John comes limping out of the flat snapping them back into reality and breaking them up. They pull apart quickly as if hoping John didn't see their interaction. "Maybe I'll see you around?" Sherlock says as a taxi pulls up for Kat. Kat reaches out and opens the cab door. "Maybe you will." She smirks lightly and gets into the taxi. ~~~ BOOK 1 in the Katlock Series BBC Sherlock Season 1 Please vote and comment!! WARNING-May contain harsh language and mature themes. **I DO NOT OWN SHERLOCK, BBC DOES!!! I ONLY OWN MY CHARACTER AND ADDED PLOT DEVICES!!**

D.I. Lestrade was on his way to St. Bart's to talk with Molly. He wanted to see if she had found out anything new about a recent case. Once he got there and walked into the lab, what he saw surprised him greatly. Roaming around the lab were five tiny toddlers. After a second or two of trying to figure out why, he noticed they looked quite familiar. He soon realizes that these kids are actually his partners Sherlock, John, Molly, Sally, and Anderson. Not knowing what else to do he called the first person he could think of. Sherlock's older brother, Mycroft Holmes. The two men have to take care of all the toddlers and try to find a way to get them back to normal. They may find something else too... Love perhaps? I don't own Sherlock or the characters. Any fanart Is not mine either. I found most of them on deviantart or google.

Sherlock and Loki. Throw together crazy circumstances, an alternate universe, a mixture of Moriarty and an accomplice on Asgard and a super-evil plan, add a pinch of disaster and your arch-nemesis's doom, and what do you have? A recipe for the perfect super-villain plan. - EXCERPT "Mind Palace?" Loki echoed with a frown. "Yes," Sherlock confirmed, "it's... how do I explain it? You use visual memory to build a mental house, and use the rooms to remember information." "And this actually helps you remember things?" Loki frowned. "Yes," Sherlock nodded, "for example - what was Miss Hudson wearing this morning?" "Why should I care?" Loki asked, "that's not relevant at all." "But that's the thing," Sherlock replied patiently, "in detective-work, everything is relevant. You see, she was wearing an old pants, which means she'll be working in the garden because she also had boots on. And if she's working in the garden, she'll be busy for a while. Which'll ensure that she won't clean our room, and find my revolver under the mattress." Loki raised an eyebrow. "Impressive." Sherlock smiled. "I know, I can be a genius, sometimes." "Join the club," Loki mumbled, "genius, well-armed, abandoned psychopaths." "High-functioning sociopath," Sherlock corrected automatically. "What?" Loki frowned. "Sociopath," Sherlock repeated, "not psychopath." "So you're saying you have feelings," Loki smirked, "that's interesting coming from a person who locks themselves up in their... mind palace... twenty-four-seven. I'm sticking to psychopath - it's closer to philanthropist too." "Stop talking John," Sherlock mumbled, clearly zoning out again. Loki sighed. - Highest rankings: #1 in Sherloki (01-06-'19) #92 in Mycroft (05-05-'19) #551 in Sherlock (05-05-'19) [Book 1 of the Sherloki'd series.]

✨ Writing a Character x OC fanfiction featuring some of your favourite, recognisable characters- but with new twists, deeper bonds, and stories you've never seen before. 💭 Got a character you'd love to see paired with an OC? Drop your suggestions-I want to hear them in the comments! 📲 Follow me on TikTok for more edits, sneak peeks, and updates: @blue.eyes4239 🖊️ Project Timeline: Started: 21 August 2025 Finished:

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Part Five of The Secret of the Red Thread series. A Nancy Drew & Sherlock Holmes Mystery. When archaeologist Dr. Marina Castell brings evidence that her colleague's death wasn't an accident, Nancy Drew and Sherlock Holmes uncover a secret buried beneath London for two thousand years. Following clues through abandoned Tube stations and forgotten Roman tunnels, they discover the truth about the legendary lost Ninth Legion-and why someone is willing to kill for access to what the Romans left behind. Their investigation becomes a deadly race through London's underground network, pursued by armed mercenaries and a brilliant academic whose thirst for recognition has turned murderous. Meanwhile, leaked videos and public scandal threaten to destroy both their partnership and reputations. As they navigate underground Rome while dodging modern bullets, Nancy and Sherlock must confront ancient plagues, contemporary conspiracies, and whether their bond can survive the weight of public judgment and personal secrets. Blending archaeological thriller with urban exploration adventure, this installment delivers edge-of-your-seat action through London's hidden history. Perfect for readers who enjoy intelligent mysteries, complex character relationships, and cases where the deadliest threats come from both past and present. Features Roman military engineering, academic murder, underground chases, and two brilliant detectives solving ancient mysteries while their own secrets threaten to destroy them.

One act of kindness can quickly become many, and then something more entirely. :: In which there are not only two men sitting, arguing in a scruffy flat, but also a girl with a gun to keep them whole. A junkie who solves crime to get high, the doctor who never came home from the war, and a killer washing blood off her hands. Like they've always been there, and always will be. Cross-posted on ao3 (There's more chapters there!)