Look, I'm not saying Tom's totally gay for Tord. I'm just saying he wants Tord to fuck him. But Tom's not gay. Nope. I'm editing this two years after it's done to leave a very special note: i'd rather be buried alive and suffocate on dirt before i use "cum" unironically. go read "daddy" porn and let me spell it how i want because i'm not going to do anything that reminds me of ddlg or ageplay, stop leaving shitty comments on a shitty porn book if you cannot handle a less disgusting version of cum. let me call it come. note: almost every single chapter is going to be of them fucking, you're welcome the amazing cover!!! was done by @readingismypurpose and they're absolutely amazing ngl Update: when the FUCK is this book going to die

No copyright intended. Simple day to day things that help with deductions. No longer will you miss out on the details that explain the attributes of a person. Credit goes to who ever made these deductions up.

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.

"I need notes," Sherlock explained. "No." - As of January 30th, 2019, this fic has been revised, edited, and cleaned up to its absolute best for your reading pleasure! Happy shipping, folks! - Noms Warnings: *OOC Mary (not Mary friendly, i'm sorry </3) *Non/con themes (no rape, minor sexual assault) *Minor victim blaming (not on purpose, well intentioned/general miscommunication and assholery from John) *Hand wavey science (not a warning, just hope u know i was bullshitting this whole fic when i wrote it at 13)

Tord is a omega who lives with his adopted fathers but has to attend a new school that's full with alphas,betas,and alphas. When tord gets there he will meet some people who will make tord change his mind about alphas and betas (Authors note: art is not mine + sometimes will have bad grammar + characters are not mine)

Haru throws a sleepover at his house. At day, he's silent. At night, he's all sleep talk. When Makoto's right next to him, Haru spills some goodies that Makoto wouldn't even believe...

I finished this anime recently and decided to try my hand at writing a fanfic about the boys in this anime. I really do love them to death.

Once the rings have been exchanged and the vows have been said, Sherlock and John are ready to settle down and get their fill of the domestic bliss that so often comes with marriage. Unfortunately, nothing is ever that simple for them... and they know the honeymoon period can't last forever. They'd promised each other "for better or for worse", but John had no idea just how bad 'worse' could be.

It all started with a trip. Sherlock had been acting weird, and everyone thought he was just stressed, so he and John go on a trip to Fiji. Yet, what was supposed to be a relaxing vacation from the stresses of detective work only opened the door for much more stress and confusion when John begins to have strange feelings around his colleague, Sherlock Holmes. And Sherlock is still acting strange.

19-year-old John Laurens has been in college for four days before his roommate shows up. When John introduces himself, the boy doesn't say a word. So when Laurens asks for his name, he raises a hand and signs "Alexander Hamilton." This surprises Laurens just a bit, because this boy didn't look like the kind to remain silent. He's seen those people before, and the boy in front of him looks like he has a lot to say. But what's keeping him from speaking his mind?