A Sherlock Fanfiction; Teenlock!/Johnlock, or is that all there is to it? John and Sherlock hit it off almost immediately, their thirst for love as teenagers breaking through in waves, but how will people react? How will John and Sherlock advance through the times ahead? What happens when new players join the game? *I highly recommend that you read this with it in mind that this will contain detailed smut and fluff.* This will obviously be between John and Sherlock, possibly also other characters. If you want a lovely innocent fanfiction, don't bother reading this. If you enjoy reading on fanfiction.net (mature setting on- oh don't lie, we've all been there) then this may be just what you're looking for. More on the inside, bye for now - NH

Assistant Professor Sherlock teaches seventh year John in potions Johnlock fluff :)

Dr. John Watson thirty-four years old got shot in his shoulder during an army training after struggling with a depression. He decided to study Dutch for a new army training that he was planning to do. That's where he met Sherlock Holmes, his new part time teacher. And so it begins. ~ Johnlock ~ Johnlock AU ►Started writing this on 26 march and finished on 13 June. ►French translation in progress -> 221b_idiot

Stiles blinks. "Right, the reading room. Do you have your, uh ...library card?" he asks. He's never been able to make that sound normal and not vaguely dirty when he actually means wand. (A Potterverse AU in New York City)

The alpha pack is brutally murdering people in Beacon Hills, namely virgins. Stiles worries he might be next. Derek offers to help him out.

Stiles Stilinski just wanted to have one last crazy weekend with his best friend before he enters graduate school. He didn't account for getting thrown over a boat when he tries to break up a fight, and he really didn't think he would end up stranded on an island in the middle of nowhere. How will Stiles survive long enough to be rescued? And what happens when Stiles soon realizes that he isn't alone on the island? Cover by: Shake_n_Blake

All those quotes that clutched our hearts and drove us mad, basically, made a lot of us want to kill Steven Moffat yet worship for being so amazing ;) Here's Sherlockology. Enjoy :D - Saph x

Stiles moves into a new apartment and to begin with, things are great. He even tries to befriend his grumpy neighbour who makes a lot of noise at night. But when things begin to break, he finds out why the seemingly nice place was so cheap. AU, no werewolves.

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.