Darkness. Definition: Sherlock Holmes Light. Definition: John Watson look at the stars. look how they shine for you. and everything you do. it was all yellow.

"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)

"I'm in love with you, John." In which John and Sherlock navigate their awkward and tense life after Sherlock confesses his feelings. An angst-ridden tale of desperate snuggles and buried kisses. A (happy) Johnlock fic. Y'all have watched the show. You know the background. Enjoy. Cover credit to the amazing @dorkling-chan !

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.

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.

Maybe John Watson wasn't supposed to be golden ever again. The machine thought otherwise. •a story about John Watson's childhood, his time during the war, and his adventures with Sherlock Holmes•

London has never been the same after the sudden drought. The economy has completely flatlined, homes have fallen apart, and there have been so many deaths that most bodies are simply dumped into the ocean whenever they drop. It hasn't rained since November of the year 2007, and John Watson, invalided home from Afghanistan on account of a wounded shoulder, has only three things on the agenda: 1.) Make connections. 2.) Find resources. 3.) Stay the hell away from Sherlock Holmes. - (Johnlock) - © shiterature 2019. All rights reserved.

Greg Lestrade knew nothing of his reclusive old neighbor until at last he is called up to his house. Mr. Watson, the antisocial and rather mysterious man who had lived quietly a top the hill for as long as Greg could remember, finally decides that it's time to share his life story. Throughout this life he had encountered love, loss, and death, making for a full confession of multiple crimes that just don't seem fit for such a kind old man. Johnlock kidlock teenlock

"Johnny Cake" Watson bumps into Sherlock Holmes in the hallways, and if he knew what would happen next he would've dropped his books a lot sooner.

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