Only four people know of the true state Sherlock Holmes was in just before he met John Watson. The darkness, the drugs, the voices, her. You could argue that her death triggered it. Now that John has left Sherlock to live with his wife it is inevitable that Sherlock will go back to how he was. Until somebody knocks on his door. He wasn't the only one to fake his death. (Set in between TSoT and HLV)

Kyna Jocelyn Graham is unusually talented and intelligent, much to her mother's unending and embarrassing horror. For sixteen years Kyna's mother has been desperately trying to stamp out any traces of the man who is her father. But she is unsuccessful and when Kyna's mother dies from breast cancer, Kyna is forced into custody with her biological father and on that same day, Sherlock Holmes receives a child he never wanted. She despises him and he cannot even tolerate her, but slowly, through thick and thin, they grow to respect each other. Kidnapped and afraid, in love and alone, angry and heartbroken: Kyna Holmes is the only Consulting Daughter in the world. And her special talents are put to the test when 'Uncle Jim' comes to play in his own twisted and maniacal way. [Don't copy this fanfic onto other pages or I will feed you to Smaug] DISCLAIMER: I don't own the original BBC Sherlock characters used in this story. They are the property of their creators.

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!)

John Watson joins Reichenbach Secondary feeling like the odd one out. How will his eccentric roommate make him feel special?

Sherlock Holmes - beautiful and broken and he's got a traumatic past that he vows to keep silent. John Watson - quiet, simple but extraordinary, so he keeps himself buried in books. John finds Sherlock on the vile, horrid streets in the darkest part of london, and helps him. He does not know why, or how, but nevertheless he cares for him. He was never able to pry into much of Sherlock, and vice versa. But over time, slowly and carefully he gets Sherlock to open up. And there he finds his deepest and darkest secret he holds. But as John's world grows enventually, Sherlocks has begun to shrink - and rapidly. How far will John go to save the boy he has come to love completely? With music ;)) (((((triggers!! things like self harm, depression, abuse, suicide!! please be aware that this story is badly written and my first fanfic!!)))

Cliche is kinda okay

"Se eu sou o que tenho, e se eu perder o que tenho, que sou eu depois?" - Psicólogo alemão Erich Fromm "Sobre nós os dois, nunca ninguém vai saber de tudo..."

A gang of 9 teenagers still aren't ready to face the real world. So they face various love problems, friendship and their little problematic hobbie that is rulling the cities underground drug traffic but at heart, they're just confused kids. This fic is based off of skins, with a little twist because this series may be over but its still alive in our hearts. We hope you enjoy this ^^

Trabalhos de verão. toda a gente odeia trabalhos de verão certo? Isso não é exceção para o Frank, forçado a trabalhar junto com a sua melhor amiga no shopping mais treta que existe à face da Terra. Ele logo percebe que talvez o seu verão não vai ser tão aborrecido como ele pensava; assaltos começam a tornar-se regular e como o shopping de merda não tem dinheiro suficiente para contratar seguranças noturnos, envia todos os adolescentes de part-time a fazer esses mesmos turnos. Versão inglesa em breve em: https://www.wattpad.com/user/tragicianparadox

Just random things that I feel need to change. Or such. trigger warnings: swearing