As the Second World War engulfs Europe, Sherlock is sent to take refuge in an American boarding school with the hopes that the war does not touch him across the seas. He's exposed to an entirely different lifestyle of sports and teenage rebellion, strung about by his new group of friends. Though as the war looms like a shadow over the carefree school, it risks taking both his friends and his lovers in its wake, and send them off to the very fate Sherlock had been wishing to avoid. Johnlock

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

The house sat alone, and yet it was never empty. Memories were stored inside of it like ghosts, and its floors were walked by the same pairs of feet for hundreds of years. John never wanted anything to do with the house, until finally it called him to his rightful place at its helm, and introduced him to the destiny he never would have discovered on his own. Johnlock Viclock

"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)

Sequel to Secretly I Think You Knew Thirteen years after Sherlock had been taken to prison, John is still trying to recover and withdrawal from the imprint upon his life. He has started a new life, one which might be convincing enough to hide his psychotic past from a suburbian onlooker. Yet deep within his heart John understands that he cannot just forget Sherlock Holmes, a part of him would still be devoted to that strange boy all those years ago. This attachment will be tested when Sherlock is set free from the pit he had been thrown into, the pit full of shadows. Johnlock Sequel Viclock Parentlock

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*

The crimes of one become the crimes of all when a madness seeps through the blood of the generations, falling eventually into the veins of Sherlock Holmes. In an attempt to save himself from the delusions which are following him like shadows, he attempts to discover the truth behind his grandfather's misdeeds, and the motives that may not be as unfamiliar as he hoped. Johnlock Teenlock

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

Sherlock's years are limited, crippled with a terminal disease one might think he was afraid of death. Yet when a job opportunity promises him a glimpse of the outside world, he finds that the other side is not as fearful as it ought to be. In fact, death proves to be beautiful. Johnlock Viclock Teenlock

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*