a angsty Sherlock fanfic

Edith Bordeaux, French name American girl. She works at the cafe right next to the flat of the once dead consulting detective Sherlock Holmes. She's happy to not be noticed by him, in fear that he will deduce the dark history she has... But what happens when the two meet when they both go to the wedding of Mary Morstan and John Watson? Edith knows who Mary truly is and Sherlock does not, so she keeps her distance. Apparently it isn't enough though, Edith's avoidance intrigues the consulting detective and he gets caught in her web of secrets and danger with a dark and deadly past with no other than his nemesis, James Moriarty. Pretty soon, that dark and deadly past resurfaces as Moriarty returns and is out for revenge. Edith starts to realize that she should've never played with a fire that could burn brighter than she could and now it's all about a battle of wits, corruption, and skill.

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This was an assignment for Lit. class that turned into a Wholock crossover.

This is a smut one shot. Sherlock and John are in a secret relationship. After a small row, Sherlock decides to surprise John with a gift. But the events that followed that evening weren't exactly what he planned. Not that he was complaining... There's quite a junk of plot before the actual smut so... you've been warned. And I'm sorry for the bad description, I'm the worst in writing those.

"Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." *** "You need her, you need both of us." She reminded him. Lestrade met her gaze again, licking his lips, "she doesn't like me very much, does she?" "The last case you let her work on she gave a description of the murder weapon and the murderer, but you didn't give her much credence." Clara reminded her. "Because she did it based on the victim's autopsy X-rays." He argued and Clara simply laughed. "But, she was right in both counts." Lestrade gave in with a sigh, not being able to argue with that. "She's good." Clara let out a scoff of disbelief, "she's amazing." *** Tyler Rose Jackson's got an IQ that would put Einstien to shame and has a knack for picking up things no normal human being ever would. She's got a rough past that she will do anything to keep from catching up to her, and her new life. Dr. Clara Hudson works for Scottland yard as a Forensic Palathropologit. Her and Tyler have been best friends for nearly two years now. Clara is fascinated with Tyler, the way she acts, thinks. She was the most clever person she'd ever met. That is until a case leads these two girls to meet Sherlock Holmes and Dr. John Watson.

When a vacancy opens for a decent flat in central London, and for such a good price, who are you to decline it? While expecting a peaceful living arrangement to develop paintings for the gallery you work for, instead you're dragged into unexpected adventures with your flatmates. ~~~ All characters belong to BBC for portrayals and original characters have been written by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

We are on an infinite hiatus with this show, so read up!

Alastor problems only get worse when Charlie invites the TV demon to the hotel. He's not pissy, he's fucking mad. CW: This may be a comedy like fanfic but it's still Hazbin Hotel so get ready for heavy stuff AND FUN

Vox rules Hell through screens and spectacle. Alastor haunts the airwaves, a relic with teeth and secrets. They're enemies by nature, rivals by design. Forced into a dangerous alliance as Hell's power shifts, their hatred turns into something volatile and forbidden. Hidden meetings, stolen moments, and a romance that can never go public in a city built on surveillance. In Hell, love is a liability. And theirs could destroy everything. *sex implied and off-screen but a lot of kissing*