"Her hateful gaze was all too familiar, almost a mirror when he saw past the crimson color, and slit pupils." Because we all know the scientists of Jurassic World had proven themselves incapable of exercising discipline when it came to temptations. Why would it be any different with creating the Indominus? Constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated!

(BBC Sherlock, AU) When an angry and dazed John Watson fills out a scholarship form for the prestigious and exclusive Baskerville High, situated in the middle of Dartmoor, he never expects to gain a place. Leaving his abusive father behind, he quickly finds himself being whisked into a new life alongside the mysterious, gorgeous and undoubtedly genius Sherlock Holmes- somebody who needs John just as much as he needs him. What they soon learn is that the school isn't just old brick buildings and blazers- it is a minefield of twisted characters with dark secrets, all with different schemes to establish their place on the pecking order. As the lives of the Freaks and the Felonious knit irrevocably together, they find themselves facing far more terrifying things than the mayhem around them- things like falling for eachother. Falling can be a problem when you've always got fragments of the past knocking on your door. That, and older brothers, imbeciles and a monstrous hound... (Contains: Johnlock *cough* obviously *cough*, Mystrade, MorMor, etc...) (DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN BBC SHERLOCK. THIS IS SIMPLY A FANFICTION.)

There was little known about Pierce Holmes. Even his closest friends at Hogwarts knew little about him and that's the way he wanted to keep it. The known facts about the Ravenclaw's home life was his mother was a writer and his father wasn't in the picture much. While his father didn't play a big role in his life, Pierce refused to keep his mother's maiden name. While his home life seemed dysfunctional, Pierce was a rather happy student at Hogwarts. He enjoyed his classes and was friendly to other students. One student in particular caught his eye from the beginning, but not for her looks, but her intelligence. He admired Hermione Granger, because she wasn't afraid to be smart unlike some girls he came across in school, who enjoyed pretending they were scatterbrained. He's thought about the conversations he would like to have with her, but can't bring himself to talk to her. But all that changes when fourth year arrives and the Tri-Wizard Tournament comes to Hogwarts. Pierce finds himself with no choice but to talk to the Gryffindor girl. However, things don't go according to plan, especially when Sherlock Holmes is involved in the scenario.

(Sequel to 'Beside You- A Johnlock Fanfiction') Now, finally reunited and married, the consulting detective takes his blogger for a honeymoon in Paris- but not is all as it seems, because awaiting amongst the enchanting sights and blissful haze is a figure from the past, who has news of a new nemesis who wishes to topple their newfound paradise in search of bloodthirsty revenge. To top things off, the new couple begin to wonder how thin is the line between the future and the past when a strange midnight incident occurs at Saint-Michel, triggering a new, shattering string of events- and buried memories. Some of which should have remained buried for much longer... (Inspired by the song 'Between The Raindrops' by Lighthouse and Natasha Bedingfield. Contains major fluff.)

He is lavish. Masterful. Intellectual, inexplicable, overt. Sexual. Sherlock Holmes defines extravagance. He isn't exactly the best thing for John's tireless, bland stability. John works the nine to five and tries not to lose sleep over the small things - like the labor of his fiancée's expectations, and the sirens that fill his head with noise after curfew. He finds comfort in art, and drinking. Besides the war making its presence known, slowly creeping its black tendrils into the heart of Bristol - John's life is quiet. Given that, he's not surprised when he is dragged into Sherlock Holmes's orbit. There is no manual to help him navigate the moment their eyes first meet; he presents himself as the perfect distraction, a beautiful incendiary miracle. John thinks that maybe he was hoping for this, because: Sherlock is potent, and inflammatory, and perfectly willing to make John's life hell for his own self-indulgent pleasure. With one touch, John's sense of self is corrupted. And what does it matter if the world implodes? It was never kind to them to begin with.

POST REICHENBACH/JOHNLOCK AU. Two years after watching the love of his life commit suicide, John Watson has faded out. Balancing between sleepless nights or facing the nightmares to see Sherlock’s face again; he knows the game is over. But he never had closure. And so, on a bleak Christmas Eve, he visits Sherlock’s grave and says what he should have said but never could. He hadn’t expected a reply; especially not this one. After two years of using the shadow of his demise as a cover to take down a terror network, Sherlock Holmes is back. With his hand hovering over the call button, he waits near his grave to catch a glimpse of John, unsure of how to come home. But one night, somebody makes it easier. The game is on. (Or should I say, “The gay is on”?) BOOK #1 of the SherlockedDoors Subcanon (shitty name, I know, but alliteration calls.) (NOTE: This does not follow the plot of series 3, it goes off in a totally different direction. Though some things have been recently updated to merge with some posts in John's blog and a couple of teasers, I started writing this AAGGGEESSS before series 3 so the reunion scene is different. Anyhow, if you like Johnlock, you'll probably like this. Enjoy!)

(Sequel to ‘Beside You’ and ‘Between the Raindrops’) “A bullet and a bullet-wound are certainly two very different things. The bullet flies towards whom it is aimed, and the bullet-wound is the consequence of who gets hit. It is human nature that determines the impact, wouldn’t you agree?” Hide your skull and grab a shock-blanket, because the newfound quiet(er) than usual life of John and Sherlock Watson-Holmes is about to be thrown into jeopardy. And this time, the cryptic ‘Twist’ is the least of their problems… Just after the mark of having lived together for a year as a couple, they are disturbed by news of a mysterious attack- one that will allow time for the first of a string of kidnappings to take place, putting the lives of everyone they hold dear in danger. It will take the remains of their broken family and a couple of old friends to join the duo in cracking the codes and wading through a sea of blackmail in order to reach the final stage of the game. But this time, the villain who would do anything to win the game knows precisely what to do. Setting up a twisted web of lies and breadcrumbs, everything they thought they knew will be pushed out of balance by the King of Crime. But is it all a bluff? Or a double bluff? Or a triple bluff? (Book 3 of the SherlockedDoors subcanon. Contains fluff, possible smuff/flut, angst, Parentlock, a teeny-tiny crossover-ish part and a wedding) NOT BASED ON SERIES 3. SHERLOCK IS THE CREATION OF SIR ARTHUR CONAN DOYLE, ADAPTED BY THE BBC. THIS IS SIMPLY A FANFICTION. NO COPYRIGHT INTENDED. ~ SherlockedDoors

This story sets in after the events of the "Agent Carter" season finale. Peggy has said goodbye to Steve by pouring the last vial of his blood into the river. She's now back at home, staying in one of Howard's mansions when suddenly, some unexpected visitor knocks at her door...