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.

Fluffy teenlock set in a world where you only see in colour when you find your soulmate. The idea for this was from tumblr. Don't worry it's not the hat fic.

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.

A BBC Sherlock fan fiction *Teenlock* *Johnlock* *a bit of Mystrade* Welcome to Baker Street Secondary... Are you in the mood to read an EXTRAORDINARILY long teenlock fic that is so far basically nothing but fluff mixed with a smattering of angst? Then you've come to the right place!!! (No smut, but it is referenced. Inappropriate jokes or scenes will happen. This is your warning.) LOTS OF FLUFF. Seriously.There's a plot line in there somewhere, but it's mostly fluff. Mild cussing. Comments and votes are great!! So feel free to leave some! Thanks!!

Hey! This is a Johnlock oneshot set to the song Northern Downpour by Panic! At The Disco. It takes place during John and Mary's wedding. (warning: this was incredibly depressing to write)

Teenlock! Like I said before, I don't usually do AUs, but I had the sudden urge to do a teenlock. I sent this to a friend and asked her to come up with a title with me, but she hasn't responded yet. I just put in a line for later, but if any of you have ideas for titles I'd love to hear suggestions. Later chapters to include Johnlock. Cover art by http://cinnamonplayground.tumblr.com/ who was amazing enough to let me borrow it.

[completed] philgon: she can fuck you good, but i can fuck you better ; copyright © 2016

Oh god this again

phil's father manages a walmart, where phil is working over the summer for extra money. dan is depressed. he is running away from his life, and happens to hide in walmart. phil stays late to close up shop. creds to anyone who replied to my comment, i cannot believe i actually wrote this. > mild language and mentions of suicide and self harm, lowercase intended