they grew up together, and were absolutely infatuated with one another. honey and lavender. ♡ #20 in fanfiction (12/20/16) ♡ #23 in fanfiction (12/03/16) ♡ #28 in fanfiction (11/18/16) ♡ #39 in fanfiction (10/28/16) ♡ hit 200k reads (1/2/17) ♡ hit 100k reads (11/6/16) ©︎plumptyler

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.

John moved to good old suburbia to try to escape everything he had lost, everything he wanted to forget. But with no job, no friends, and a son to raise by himself, John starts to feel the pressure of life bearing down on him. Thankfully, however, John gets help from his neighbors, and the suspiciously attractive gardener across the street. Johnlock Fluff ParentLock

Sherlock is an aspiring artist with literally nothing except some dried old paints to his name, living in the same ratty old apartment building with his best friend, Molly Hooper. Eventually, the unoccupied apartment across the hall gets a new resident, a cheerful and slightly annoying John Watson. Johnlock Fluff

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