Johnlock/teenlock/messages fanfiction.

John's life is torn apart by the loss of his boyfriend, Sherlock Holmes. The world seems darker, the future seems desolate, and he can't go one day without a cruel reminder of what his own actions had caused. But then something magical happens, the ground stirs, and late at night there's a knock at John's door... Johnlock Fluff Teenlock Zombielock *warning, suicidal thoughts and actions*

Oh hey there. This is going to be kind of a hipster-y sort of story. Coffee shops, bookstores, rainy days, sharing umbrellas, warm jumpers, big blankets, poetry, the whole lot <3 {TW: Mentions of self-harm and domestic abuse} Picture drawn by me. {I wrote this when I was 14!! I am 21 now! Pls be gentle w my soul aa!!!!!!}

John Watson is just a normal kid living in an extremely abnormal town. Most people make a living selling lies about aliens or going out at night to make circles in the corn fields with their trucks, and John doesn't believe any of it. That is, until these 'fake' aliens get a bit too close to home, and John might just have to accept that there may be life living past the stars. Johnlock Fluff Teenlock

Sherlock is the son of a rich business man, and there was only one thing that he wanted but couldn't have; John Watson. There was no way the Freak and the star football player could ever have a chance together, especially when the two families had a blood feud. Johnlock Fluff Credit to the amazing artist who drew the cover :)

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.

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.