So this fanfic contains self harm , triggering content and smut. This is my first fanfic and I a plan to update weekly if I don't when I'll update if wills make up for the time I've missed so yeah enjoy :)

"Oh my god Tate, what did you do!" I yelled. "I'm sorry I wasn't thinking!" Tate yelled back. "Well obviously! Now it's gonna look like my mom killed a little boy, it doesn't look too good that his dead body is in my moms bedroom!" "Lily don't worry about that I can hide the body and Moria can clean up the mess, and I do recall that killing him sorta saved you" *Completed September 28, 2014*

After the death of Violet and her parents, she has been distant with Tate. But will they ever get back together? Or will the new home owner steal Violets heart? (Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor the show. This story is my take on what would happen after season one.)

Human. Angel. A love that survived the greatest of falls.

Irene Adler. Jim Moriarty. Sherlock Holmes. The Trio. They go around the school, sleeping with a range of people for seemingly no reason. Some people love them, some people hate them. Together, they play their game, racking up the points to see who can have sex with the most people. Is there a reason behind their behavior? And why does everyone seem so determined to keep Sherlock's past quiet? Or are they, like everyone assumes, just the sluts of the school?

Jim has always been treated as different, and he's always been criticised for it, by his family and his fellow crew. But what happens when he meets someone just like him? His life is turned upside down by strangers in his head, his heart and his life and one thing's for sure- nothing will ever be the same again. Not now he's met Sebastian Moran. (Pirate Mormor.)

The consultant criminal and the consulting detective texting... What could possibly go wrong?

Sheriarty one shots inspired by music

(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.)

John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.