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

John has the perfect life, he has a beautiful wife, a adorable little kid, and a large, cozy house. He hates it to death. Sherlock has the worst possible life, his job as a second grade teacher is more like purgatory and he could count the people he liked on one hand. When the two meet there is no way anything could happen? Right? Johnlock fluff Two separate point of views marked either John POV or Sherlock POV Credit to the artist who drew the beautiful cover (I love it to death btw)

John Watson never really bothered to notice the strange boy in his grade, the self proclaimed sociopath that lingered in the back of the classroom, that is until a chance meeting brought them together in the most unlikely of ways. Sherlock was always living under his brother's thumb, after their parents had died in a tragic accident Mycroft had controlled every aspect of his young life. When his first chance at freedom goes terribly wrong, maybe John's arrival in his life might change everything for the better. Johnlock Fluff

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 :)

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.

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.

"I'm stupid," John says. "Why?" "Because I fell in love with you." "Yeah," Sherlock responds, "Definitely stupid." Set over the course of one school year in 2009, this is the story of two star-crossed misfits - Sherlock and John - smart enough to know that first love almost never lasts, but brave and desperate enough to try. They struggle through identity crisis, drug addiction, and child abuse together, along with dealing with the pain of a highschool that labels them as freaks. When Sherlock meets John, they spark a love that will remind you of your first - and how hard it pulled you under. "STFU ITS THE BEST FANFICTION I HAVE EVER READ AND YOU CAN QUOTE ME ON THAT" - @dearwatson when I was arguing with her this one time Cover art by @meglet713 and re-edit by my dad, @dearwatson No copyright infringement intended. Story and characters belong to Rainbow Rowell and BBC Sherlock. (no reposting please)

John really didn't want to think about the kid sitting in the desk next to him in math class. He didn't want to have to accept Sherlock Holmes' existence, the very boy that had managed to destroy John's life for good. Revenge certainly was sweet, but John might be getting a little bit carried away when he starts to doubt his true intentions, and his true identity. Maybe there was something much more to Sherlock Holmes, something John had never been able to appreciate before. Johnlock Teenlock

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!!!!!!}