#johnlock drabble

[topsyturvy-turtely]

thanks so much for writing, ghostie!!! 🥰🥰

Fluffbruary: Day 29

John can't wait for the trip. It'll be kind of a “sex holiday,” only it isn't a holiday. John's attending a conference in Wales, and Sherlock is tagging along.

They both had a hard time being apart whenever John attended such events in the past. This time they'll be together. During the day, Sherlock will solve cases per email from their hotel room and John will follow the lectures, and they'll have the evenings for themselves.

“Sherlock, you ready? The taxi’s waiting.”

“Coming!” Sherlock emerges from the bedroom with their suitcases. A quick peck, and they are heading downstairs together.

And so, Fluffbruary comes to an end :')

I've never been so invested in posting fanfic before (I mean, 29 days in a row!) and, the other times I posted collections (i. e. the last two Christmases), I always had everything already written before I started sharing it. This time, it was sort of a long work in progress, which is why I called it "madness" 😂 It has been wonderful, though. I had a blast this month, and the readers' responses made it all even better! So THANK YOU so much for all your comments, likes, and reblogs, and mostly, for dedicating time to reading my silly fanfiction! 🥰

In ao3 you can find all the Fluffbruary drabbles together in a neat collection, as well as other drabbles, 221Bs, and ficlets of various lengths. Come say hi! ❤️

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[bestofjohnlockanddrarrydrabble]

Adding drarry to the blog

Mostly cause I love both johnlock and drarry.

I am also looking to maybe start writing again, so feel free to send in whatever prompts, and I might write it :3

[shirleycarlton]

100 word game

Thanks for the tag @lisbeth-kk and @totallysilvergirl!

Rules: Share a story that's 100 words or less.

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Sherlock, standing near the window: “Oh, hello, buddy.”

John, looking up from his newspaper, frowning: “Who are you talking to?”

Sherlock, ignoring John: “You’ve got a lovely little house there!”

John, frown deepening: “Are you deducing a prospective client? You can see what kind of house they have now, from the wrinkles in their sleeves or something?”

Sherlock, continuing to coo at the invisible addressee: “Oh, look at how smooth you are!”

“Seriously, Sherlock, what in the name of god are you on about?”

“It’s a snail, John. A beautiful specimen right in central London, slithering up our window pane.”

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Yay, I managed to write *100 words exactly* this time!

I love how little exercises like this one often manage to get me back into writing after long hiatuses. (In fact, it was a similar exercise - write a fic of exactly 1895 words - that got me into fic writing to begin with, back in 2013!!)

Tagging some of you who might like to give this a try too. No pressure, though!

@blogstandbygo @hubblegleeflower @alexaprilgarden @otter-von-bismarck @stellacartography @a-victorian-girl @shiplocks-of-love @lisbeth-kk @totallysilvergirl @mydogwatson @fluffbyday-smutbynight @amindamazed @vulgarweed @addictedstilltheaddict @ohlooktheresabee @pagimag @johnlockheartor @justanobsessedpan @inevitably-johnlocked @iamjohnlocked4life @calaisreno @raina-at

[calaisreno]

100 Word Story

See sequel below!

Thank you, @chriscalledmesweetie, for the invitation to play! And to @notjustamumj for the inspiration of writing drabbles.

This one might need a sequel... Premise: what if John hadn't grown a moustache? I'm calling it The Beard.

***

Discarded script from S3Ep1: The Empty Hearse

INT. MYCROFT’S OFFICE

Sherlock studies the picture of John with his new beard, his eyes wide, drool beginning to collect in his mouth.

SHERLOCK: Dear God! 

MYCROFT: I know, right? 

SHERLOCK: He looks amazing. I need to get over to Baker Street right away. How does my hair look?

MYCROFT (frowning): Baker Street? He isn’t there any more.

Sherlock looks surprised.

MYCROFT: Why would he be? It’s been two years. He’s got on with his life.

SHERLOCK: What life? I’ve been away. And he’s grown a beard. Now tell me where he is.

@totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @lisbeth-kk @a-victorian-girl

@ghostofnuggetspast @notjustamumj @chriscalledmesweetie

[raina-at]

100 words

Thank you for the tag, @calaisreno and @lisbeth-kk

As an old drabble fan, this was a welcome challenge. Drabbling is so much fun, and excellent training.

I actually did two 100-word drabbles that hang together. I think you won't need any context for these ;-)

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Sherlock. I was going to make a joke about this being your last chance to run away, but I think that would slightly mischaracterise why I’m doing this. We both spent so much time running away from each other. But that’s over. I’m doing this now because I know you don’t want to run anymore. I’m doing this because I trust you to stay. That’s what this is, what these rings are. A symbol of that trust. My vow to you today is simple. No more hiding. No more running. From this day, until my last. I’m here to stay. 

John. I was so afraid of my heart for so long. I was afraid of the unreliability of emotion. I thought if I couldn’t rely on my own heart, I couldn’t rely on anyone else’s. But you… We’ve been through the wringer, you and I. And yet. You never stopped loving me. Even when you hated me, you loved me. I know that now. You taught me that if I can rely on your heart, I can rely on mine. My vow today is simple. I will always trust my heart, and I will always, always trust yours. 

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This was fun!

I'm not sure who has been tagged, but I'm tagging a few people anyway @keirgreeneyes @jrow @totallysilvergirl @thetimemoves @meetinginsamarra my dear wife and fellow drabble fan @nuttersinc and whoever else wants to do this.

[snuggle-bug]

lil s&co drabble that I wrote based off a post I saw. SPOILERS FOR THE DANCING MEN (PART 3)

[Sherlock grabs John’s wrist and checks his pulse]

John: W-What are you doing?

Sherlock: Feeling your pulse.

John: And…uh— Why is that?

Sherlock: So I know you’re alive.

John: You can see that I’m perfectly alright, wh—

[Sherlock cuts him off]

Sherlock, tense: I need to feel it.

John, concerned: You okay?

Sherlock, nonchalant: I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.

John: Do you want to… talk about it?

Sherlock: No.

John: I’m here if you change your mind, mate.

[earlgreytea68]

Advent Drabble 20 - Ski Trip

For K2togYo

John has this idea that a ski trip will be a fun family holiday. He’s not the best at skiing, but he likes very much the thought of going on holiday. He feels like they need it. It’s been a long year full of murder, and yes, that’s their lives, but still. He wants to sit by a fireplace sipping hot cocoa.

Mycroft says, “At a ski resort in the Alps? Nasty hotbeds of international intrigue.”

This recommends the idea to Sherlock. “Oh, excellent, let’s go.”

John supposes he shouldn’t be surprised when someone dies in an avalanche and Sherlock insists it was murder. He suspects Mycroft arranged the whole thing.

[pridemonthpromptfest]

Tomorrow Starts Pride Month!

Everyday for the next month this blog will post the daily prompt. You can reblog, reply, or simply tag your Sherlock & Co Pride piece and I'll reblog it here. :)

The tags I'm following to find pieces are #sh&copride and #sh&co pride so please use one of those if you want me to see it and reblog it. :D

If you have any questions asks and messages are open!

Happy creating! Excited to see what everyone makes!

[cawcawkarasu]

Sticky Experiment

“What the bloody hell, Sherlock?”

“Oh hey, John,” Sherlock didn’t move from his squatting position on the sofa.

The ex-doctor had to look for dry spots over the sticky mess. Good thing the sticky substance was colored differently than the carpet.

“Mind explaining?” John loomed over his roommate after some effort.

“They’re semen,” the detective answered without any restraint.

“Beg your pardon?” A puzzled look from John made Sherlock stood up.

“Semen, John, I’m experimenting for our latest case. If only I could produce..” His voice getting weaker by each syllable, until he suddenly asked, “Mind helping me, John?”

“WHAAAT??!”

[septemberbells]

Domaystic #5

Moving away from the week 1 grouping (Gilmore Girls), now writing week 2 of @domaystic as BBC Sherlock, because I love kidfic, and therefore Rosie Watson.

Title: When the Rosies Bloom Again Chapter Title: rosie's withered garden Fandom: Sherlock (BBC) Ships/Characters: T4T Lesbian Sherlock Holmes/Jean Watson & Rosie Watson Content Notes: Wildfires, Wildfire Smoke, SFW Prompt: @domaystic Day 5: withered flowers Word Count: 200  AO3 or read more below <3

The summer that year had been a particularly warm one, and there had been a few wildfires outside of London that blew smoke towards 221B Street. It had been too dangerous to go up to the rooftop garden for weeks. Now that the air had cleared, Rosie and Sherlock donned gas masks to check the damage. Of course, Jean thought wryly, becoming responsible for a child was all it took to get Sherlock to finally wear appropriate PPE in potentially dangerous situations. Sherlock hadn’t even dared sneak up to the roof herself in a mask for these last weeks, because she had been concerned that opening a door or window would let in smoke that would hurt Rosie. 

On the rooftop, Rosie crumpled at the sight of her withered flowers. 

“It’s alright, Watson. We’ll plant again,” Sherlock murmured, and drew her close. 

Rosie cried, inconsolable. 

“There’s a song,” Sherlock murmured. “‘I'll be faithful, don't forsake me/I'll be with you when the roses bloom again.’ We’ll sow seeds together, and they’ll bloom again. I’ll be right here with you.”

Rosie threw herself further into Sherlock’s comforting embrace, little fists curling on the fabric of her coat. “Promise?”

“Promise,” Sherlock intoned. 

[topsyturvy-turtely]

who doesn't love an embarrassed john xD

Fluffbruary: Day 16

John runs into one of The Married Ones at Tesco. Prompts: neighbour, desire, horse.

John’s at Tesco when he runs into their next-door neighbour.

“John, hi!”

“Paul, how are you?”

“Fine. Don’t need to bother asking how you are, do I?” He winks mischievously, much to John’s mortification.

He and Sherlock were overwhelmed by desire the night before and might’ve been slightly louder than usual.

“Don’t worry, mate,” Paul reassures him. “We’re envious, that’s all.”

John can barely open his mouth before Paul is leaving.

“You’re a dark horse, John, I like that!” Paul calls out as he heads to the checkout counters.

John stands there and wishes the ground would swallow him up.

(Ok, this is not fluff, strictly speaking, but let us all just pretend like it counts 😂)

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[strawberrywinter4]

Sick Days

I’ve come down with the flu, so… that’s the inspiration for this! Wanted to write a little something.

_____

Sherlock wakes with a sore throat and he instantly feel a surge of disappointment.

Sickness. Tedious.

Of course, a sore throat won’t stop him, especially since he also sees that he got a text from Lestrade, advertising a case for him.

Before going out, Sherlock drinks plenty of water, striving to make this laughable setback disappear.

Sherlock and John go to the case and John keeps setting his eyes on Sherlock, noticing his slightly red cheeks and how his eyelids are droopy.

“You alright, love?” John asks quietly in the cab.

It takes a second to acknowledge that John is speaking to him due to his hazy state. He turns and blinks slowly at the blogger. “Hm?”

John pauses in suspicion. “Are you alright?” He asks again.

Sherlock nods, looking away. “Fine.”

John puts the back of his hand to Sherlock’s head, feeling him. “God, Sherlock, you’re burning up!”

Sherlock huffs and shrugs him off. “John, I’m fine.”

They arrive at the crime scene and Lestrade leads them to the body. Sherlock looks down at it and gains more frustration when he can find nothing. Deductions usually pop up quickly for him, like sprouts. But as he kneels down and scans the body, he finds nothing popping up. Nothing at all. Sherlock can only see a dead woman.

Lestrade stands beside him, looking down uncertainty. “Uh… anything?”

Sherlock stands, but as he does, a wave of dizziness hits him. He closes his eyes for a moment, trying to gain steadiness. He opens his eyes again and tries to think of something, anything.

“She- She was… married,” Sherlock concludes, starting to feel uncomfortably hot.

Lestrade furrows his brows. “Uh- yes. Yes, she was. We interviewed her husband.”

“Yes,” Sherlock agrees in a low voice. “Of course.”

Silence draws out within the room.

Sherlock swallows and winces, pain advancing through his throat.

“Sherlock.” John’s voice soothes through his thoughts. “You sure you’re okay?”

Sherlock nods, rolling his shoulders. “Yes. Um- the woman. She… seems to have… have been killed with a knife wound…”

Sherlock trails off, feeling slightly hazy. God, this is exhausting. Why is this so exhausting? It shouldn’t be exhausting.

“I think that’s our cue to leave,” John says, putting a hand on Sherlock’s shoulder. “He’s been burning up since this morning.”

“Sherlock!” Lestrade scolds. “You shouldn’t be at a bloody crime scene when you feel like death.”

Sherlock rolls his eyes, but even that hursts his head. “You both are being quite over dramatic.”

“No, we’re being sensible,” John corrects him. He squeezes his shoulder. “How about this, Lestrade will deliver you the case files and you can observe them in bed.”

Sherlock sighs in complaint. He tries to argue with John, but he knows it’s useless. Finally, he readily agrees, too tired to voice any more disagreement.

Sherlock and John head back to 221B and once they are finally in their warm flat, Sherlock can’t help but feel a sense of relief.

“Alright, you.” John takes off his coat, then helps Sherlock with his. “You’re going to lay down and I will hear none of it, hm?”

“Oh, John, you’re—“

“I said I will hear none of it,” John reminds him, hanging their coats up.

John adjusts the pillows and blankets on the sofa, and Sherlock reluctantly lays down. Once his head hits the pillow, he instantly sighs in contentment, shifting to get in the most comfortable position he can muster. He faintly feels a hand on his forehead, then a thermometer in his mouth.

John makes a displeased noise. “Too high. Much too high.”

Sherlock hums. “Are you going to play doctor with me?”

John chuckles. “I am. Have a problem with it?”

Sherlock gives a small grin. “I may.”

“Well, then, that’s just too bad,” John teases, kneeling down to get eye-level with Sherlock. “Because I’m going to play doctor hard with you.”

Sherlock rolls his eyes. “Do not say it like that.”

John only grins and presses a kiss to the detective’s lips. Sherlock yanks his head back incredulously. “John! I don’t wish to get my germs on you in my state.”

“Don’t worry. I’m a doctor; I’m immune to sickness.”

“I don’t think that’s how that works.”

“It is now,” John whispers, pressing another kiss to his head. “I’m making you soup and you’re eating it.”

The rest of the day, John takes care of Sherlock, making sure he eats (even if he’s only getting the broth of the soup in his stomach) and bundling him up in blankets.

Sherlock huffs and complains, claiming that he doesn’t need assistance. But then again, John hardly ever listens to Sherlock.

Hours pass and Sherlock wakes up from a nap he didn’t even know he fell into. As he blinks his eyes open, the first thing he notices is his throat. He swallows and it’s as if needles are poking through his skin. His lips are dry and his head is foggy.

That’s the thing Sherlock hates the most.

His brain being in this state.

He isn’t able to properly think. And in a way… that frightens him.

He catches sight of the window and notices it’s already dark out. He makes a groan of complaint as he shifts under the heavy blankets.

John hears him from where he’s sitting on his chair. “How are you feeling?”

“Marvelous,” Sherlock murmurs in a dry voice.

John sighs, setting his laptop down. “I’m sorry, love. Do you need anything?”

Sherlock is about to shake his head, but he pauses. Instead, he reaches his limp hand out, gesturing to John.

John grins and stands, making his way over to the detective. Gently, he lifts Sherlock up and settles behind him, resting his back on the arm of the sofa. He positions his legs on either side of Sherlock, wrapping his arms around his middle. Sherlock releases a shaky sigh, resting his back on John’s chest. John hums, running his hand up and down his side. “Look at you. So snuggly when you’re sick,” John observes.

Sherlock doesn’t have the energy to banter, so he only denies it with a, “Hardly.”

John laughs softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Mhmm. I’m sure.”

Before Sherlock can say anything, he’s interrupted by his own cough. Oh, for the love of all that is good, he’s coughing now? Tiresome.

“Oh, darling,” says John softly. “I should go get you some medicine.”

Sherlock holds John’s hand tighter, leaning his head back to look at him properly. “Don’t go,” Sherlock pleads in a rough voice. “Please.”

John stares at him for a moment, a bit in bemusement, then smiles and settles back down. “Okay. I won’t. I’ll stay here and get sick with you.”

“I thought you were immune?”

“Sick with love,” John elaborates.

“Ugh. How sentimental,” Sherlock grumbles.

“Git. You love it.”

Sherlock sighs, resting his head on John’s shoulder. “I’m afraid I do.”

[shirleycarlton]

“It was the tree who did it, John.”

“The tree.”

“Yes.”

“What did the tree do?”

“It dropped all this filthy, sticky pollen on our car.”

“It’s not our car, it’s a rental car.”

“It’s a manner of speaking.”

“Which we hired, because you needed a holiday, Sherlock. Stop deducing trees.”

“The car was such a lovely colour, John. And now it’s ruined. Everything is ruined. We were supposed to drive through the lavender fields with a lavender-coloured car and it would be all symbolic, and now we can´t because of this stupid tree.”

“It’s not stupid; it’s just having sex.”

“Hmph. You mean: trying to. The car doesn’t seem very receptive.”

“True. It is just sitting there in the blistering heat with tree cum all over it, looking silly. You could say it’s not as good at this as we are. So shall we take a ride anyway, and show the car how it’s done?”

[v-thinks-on]

The time I’ve been spending at Barts of late has paid off again. Today, I heard from Elizabeth, one of the medical researchers; she would like to introduce me to a friend from university who has recently returned from abroad.

Based on her own background, I sadly doubt an army doctor, but certainly a medical man, and in sufficiently dire straits after his time away that she would think to introduce him to me. Perhaps she mentioned my powers of deduction and that appealed to him.

I can but hope that this time I have found my Watson at last.

[argyleheir]

Drabble - Heel

It's Argyle's Fandom Cheese Plate - Day 25! | Fandom: Sherlock | Pairing: John/Sherlock

"Ah. Snuggly socks."

"Yep. Uh, they're the right ones, yeah? Here—Sherlock, just check the tag. They should be the same as that link you sent me—"

"Yes, John. They are."

"Oh. Well. That's good."

"Thank you, John."

"You're welcome, Sherlock. Now: check the foot."

"...Hmm. From the weight and circumference… a sultana?"

"I dunno. Have a look."

"Right-o… and it's a… sultana."

"Excellent source of Vitamin C, which you're gonna need after that dip in the freezing pond last night, and don't even get me started on what deficiency's like, have you even touched a veg all month…"

[earlgreytea68]

Advent Drabble 3 - Driving

For anonymous

“I don’t see why he even needs to know how to drive,” Sherlock proclaims.  

“It’s a useful life skill. You never know when it might come in handy. Plus, he isn’t Mycroft. He won’t be driven around by dodgy black cars for the rest of his life.”

Sherlock considers. “He could be. I could talk to Mycroft about it. He’d support it.”

“Nope.” Sometimes the simplest way to put his foot down is the best, John has found.

“Well. Don’t think you’re teaching him. You’re a terrible driver. You miss everything important on the road. You’ll give him bad habits.”