These are Johnlock oneshots just to improve my writing skills. If you're reading this, I hope you like it

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!!

John loves Sherlock, Sherlock loves John, but both are too scared to admit it to each other. Follow their story as they solve mysteries, hide secrets, fall out, fall so deeply in love it scares them both. After all, love is a curious thing.

John Laurens and Alexander Hamilton become roommates while attending university. Everything is going well for the two until Thomas Jefferson sticks his cane in their business. -- John did his best to shake the rain off before he got to his dorm. Just before he reached his room the power turned off. Great. He found that the door was unlocked meaning Alexander was inside. As he stepped inside he didn't see any sign of his roommate. Another clap of thunder sounded in the sky and Laurens heard a shuffle come from under his desk. --

I saw the cover picture online and I decided to do this. It's gonna be one chapter for each year. Sherlock is Ravenclaw and John is Gryffindor.

POST REICHENBACH/JOHNLOCK AU. Two years after watching the love of his life commit suicide, John Watson has faded out. Balancing between sleepless nights or facing the nightmares to see Sherlock’s face again; he knows the game is over. But he never had closure. And so, on a bleak Christmas Eve, he visits Sherlock’s grave and says what he should have said but never could. He hadn’t expected a reply; especially not this one. After two years of using the shadow of his demise as a cover to take down a terror network, Sherlock Holmes is back. With his hand hovering over the call button, he waits near his grave to catch a glimpse of John, unsure of how to come home. But one night, somebody makes it easier. The game is on. (Or should I say, “The gay is on”?) BOOK #1 of the SherlockedDoors Subcanon (shitty name, I know, but alliteration calls.) (NOTE: This does not follow the plot of series 3, it goes off in a totally different direction. Though some things have been recently updated to merge with some posts in John's blog and a couple of teasers, I started writing this AAGGGEESSS before series 3 so the reunion scene is different. Anyhow, if you like Johnlock, you'll probably like this. Enjoy!)

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

Sherlock is a new Defense Against The Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, the only one who would take the job. Two years graduated from seventh year, he starts to see the school in a new light, trying to make friends and earn the student's respect, all while trying to sort out the ones who wanted friendship and the ones who wanted favors. With the new caretaker, John Watson, and a friendly seventh year, Victor Trevor, Sherlock tries to navigate through the school year as something more than a student, and maybe finds something else along the way. Johnlock Fluff Viclock Fluff Potterlock Teenlock

One shots written about Sherlock and John, all Johnlock, some written for the fanfiction awards, some written just because :)

John Watson moved to another town, to a rickety old house. Little does he know, someone already lived there. In 1940, the only thing Sherlock knew of World War Two was that it was destroying his life. But it might also bring him what he surely needed, his first love. Two Points Of Views, marked with either a date (Sherlock's) or Present Day (John's) Viclock Fluff Johnlock Fluff MorMor