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SuperPotterLock - The Order of the Phoenix

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Reads 4,235
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Parts 38
Time 13h 32m

crossover destiel fanficton harrypotter johnlock multifandom sherlock supernatural

'In here,' one of them muttered, as he tried the handle to the kitchen door. 'Alohomora.'
The door clicked open, and the Death Eater crept slowly inside.
John's heart raced, and he pushed his mother even further into the shadows. He crawled closer to the one that had come into the kitchen, as quietly as possible in an attempt to catch them by surprise.
He held his wand in his trembling hand and rounded the kitchen counter. 'Silencio,' he whisperedAll Rights Reserved

crossover destiel fanficton harrypotter johnlock multifandom sherlock supernatural

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Safe and Sound - Hunger Games AU by sherlock-no-das-gay

“In celebration of the 125th Annual Hunger Games, an alteration shall be made for this year's quarter quell.” it read, complete with subtitles for those hard of hearing. “Two tributes from each gender group will be reaped. In the event of a name being reaped twice, another tribute shall be reaped. Four tributes will be sent forward from each district. May the odds be ever in your favour.” I froze and made eye contact with John Watson, the closest thing to me. The probability of him being reaped was small, but still there. It was agonizing, watching the worry in his eyes. My heart rate sped up and sent chills down my spine. The name card was unfolded and the tape was pulled back. “John Hamish Watson.” A sudden wave of panic hit me and I pushed forward in the crowd, too distraught to notice the second card being drawn. “I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!” I yelled, battling against a peacekeeper to stop John from leaving the crowd. “Sherlock Holmes.”

Strange Coincidences: Johnlock AU by Just_Very_Bored

What if the perfect duo of Holmes and Watson had met differently? What if John had been hired by Mycroft to look after his little brother? What if... "Mr. Holmes," John exclaimed with astonishment written across his features. "You can't be serious." "This isn't complicated, I assure you. All that I'm requesting is for you to befriend my brother and become his flat-mate. You will still have your regular life. Your past with the MI-6 will become rather useful with protecting Sherlock from harm with his array of detective work and crime fighting." John couldn't ignore the way his heart's jumped at the last part. He struggled to keep his face straight and look at this rationally. "And what if your brother doesn't like me? We might not be friends." Mycroft sighed. "Then I will remove you from this job and ask someone else to try," he replied smoothly. John was going to reject the offer when Mycroft interrupted. "Mr. Watson, I am aware that you want something more then your dull civilian life. This is the offer that you've been waiting for." Still uncertain, John wavered. He decided to at least take a look at the file Mycroft handed him seconds ago. Nothing caught his eye as he flitted mindlessly through the pages. Then his eyes landed on the photo and John's breath caught in his throat. His sharp cheekbones and impossible eyes were undeniably the ones of the breath-taking man he had bumped into on the street earlier.

The Doctor And The Detective (Johnlock) by CluelessPumpkin

John looked peaceful, his head lulling back and hands clasped together in his lap. His mouth was slightly open, and his breathing even. How had he fallen asleep so perfectly? Most people who had fallen asleep around Sherlock (which was, admittedly, not many) had slept awfully, loud and snorty, sometimes thrashing around, sometimes making weird sounds you're only capable of making while asleep. He sat next to the doctor, being careful not to disturb his slumber. Closing his eyes, Sherlock tried to get to his mind palace. To his dismay, too many thoughts cluttered his head. That had never happened before. Sherlock groaned softly, keeping his eyes closed. Maybe he should get some sleep. He knew John would want him to. "Ah John, what would I do without you?" Sherlock whispered to the sleeping man beside him on the couch. "I'd be a half dead robot if you weren't here. I almost was. I almost was." A small sigh escaped his lips as he slipped into the cool relief of sleep.

SuperPotterLock- The Goblet of Fire by Nurmengardx

They eventually ended up upstairs, where people rarely ventured. John sat at a table while Sherlock continued to search. He pulled a book out and flipped it open to look at the pages. Just as he did, light shone through one of the windows and illuminated him. Motes of dust drifted around his soft curls. Sunlight bounced off his high cheekbones and his lips pressed together in concentration. John fidgeted in his seat, his face suddenly hot and itchy.

When September Ends by cookiewithcaramel

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Love, Lies & Death ( A Sherlock Fanfiction) by HamilHotel

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Safe and Sound - Hunger Games AU

“In celebration of the 125th Annual Hunger Games, an alteration shall be made for this year's quarter quell.” it read, complete with subtitles for those hard of hearing. “Two tributes from each gender group will be reaped. In the event of a name being reaped twice, another tribute shall be reaped. Four tributes will be sent forward from each district. May the odds be ever in your favour.” I froze and made eye contact with John Watson, the closest thing to me. The probability of him being reaped was small, but still there. It was agonizing, watching the worry in his eyes. My heart rate sped up and sent chills down my spine. The name card was unfolded and the tape was pulled back. “John Hamish Watson.” A sudden wave of panic hit me and I pushed forward in the crowd, too distraught to notice the second card being drawn. “I volunteer! I volunteer as tribute!” I yelled, battling against a peacekeeper to stop John from leaving the crowd. “Sherlock Holmes.”