The city provides the perfect cesspool of the guilty and the innocent, combined together in a way which makes them virtually indistinguishable. And hidden in the mix there is a criminal, or at least there is a crime. Assigned to such a conundrum is the new Detective John Watson, where it is his job to discover if the disappearances of men from about the city are acts of passion, acts of violence, or merely acts of defeat. Little does he know, he may be closer to the culprit than he wants to admit. Johnlock Viclock

If you win the Triwizard Tournament you get more than just money. You get fame, purpose, and power. As someone who has very little of all of that, Sherlock still didn't want to enter. It would prove to be deadly, and he would rather live as a misfit than die as a champion. His friends, however, do not share his apprehensions. As the tournament draws nearer the foreign walls of Hogwarts school are simply tingling with excitement, housing a good many people who would love to hear their name called from the Goblet of Fire. But was it worth it to lose what they all had now, the lure of knew knowledge, the danger of friends turned enemies...and the promise of love? Johnlock fluff Viclock fluff *warning- mentions of self harm*

John was far past expecting to be accepted for who he was at his new schools, and so he long forgot who he actually wanted to be. Yet there is something different about this school, something different about the young insufferable calculus teacher who had accidentally stolen the hearts of most all the school's population. John knows it's wrong, yet when he crafts a lie that might make him the only one who has the privilege to get his desires returned...well what choice did he have? Johnlock Viclock *warning- strong drug use, suicidal references*

Sherlock has no skills except for those that are illegal. As a young sorcerer, he preforms magic tricks on the street and convinces the public that they are just that, tricks. He makes his money and draws his crowd, yet he never expected that he might have an admirer that he could come to admire back. As nothing more than a street rat, he believes that has no chance with such a beautiful member of the higher class. No tricks can help him now. Or can they? Johnlock Fluff

It's been a while since the two neighbors had talked to each other, just long enough to forget their childish young love almost eight years ago. John had half forgotten about his curious neighbor, aside from the daily reminder he got when the sun went down and the window remained illuminated, uncurtained, and exposed. Sherlock wasn't in a good spot, despite what he let the public see. He had been with Victor long enough to get used to his harsh methods of authority, yet when his neighbor begins to meddle in his relationship issues, some good might come out of it after all. Johnlock Fluff Viclock Fluff

Mycroft is fed up of Sherlock's drug antics and decides to send him to rehab, under Dr John Watson.

Sherlock Holmes was the type of man that looked to be sculpted by the type of angel who did not believe in a God from any book or other world. Sherlock Holmes was the type of man to take a calculated risk and, if failed, did not believe in reality at the stumbling moment of the situation, because Sherlock Holmes never miscalculated and Sherlock Holmes never failed. Sherlock Holmes was the type of man that, if you touched his face, you'd cut yourself. And John Watson was everything but that. He was a miscalculation, he was rough around the face, and he was far from perfection under the microscopic levels of scanning the circumstantial evidence on studying immaculacy in its highest order. Sherlock Holmes was made of ceramics. John Watson was made of steel. [[[COVER ART DOES NOT BELONG TO ME. IF YOU KNOW CREDIT, PLEASE LET ME KNOW. Im using it as a stand in until im able to create my own cover. thanks!]]]

"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)

♥Johnlock one shots♥ - (Cover -not art- created by @DestielizJohnlocked)

John is trapped in the never ending torrent of education and social exclusion, forced to attend one of the most exclusive and prestigious boarding schools. His roommate Greg Lestrade, however, won't let the old walls of Wisteria trap them, and soon the boys find themselves surrounded with public school kids and bad decisions. Sherlock's life has been anything but easy, accused of a crime he never committed and thrown into the lowest social hierarchy of Lauriston school with his name turned into dirt. Laughed at, mocked, and tormented by his fellow classmates, Sherlock just wants to be happy for once in his lonely life... Johnlock Viclock