johnlock prompts
ill try to keep it to fluff okay lets go
sherlock has calculated everything about john’s route to and from his work at the clinic, one day he takes concerningly longer (according to sherlock) than usual and sherlock begins to expect the worst, death, kidnapping, john has finally left him, etc. john comes home with a box of jammie dodgers from a bakery as a surprise and as soon as hes through the door sherlock runs into him like a dog when their favorite person comes home and promptly knocks over said box of jammie dodgers, which watson catches with excellent reflexes and awkwardly places on the floor while sherlock clings to him
sherlock has noticed something about john’s blog, to test his theory he puts on his purple shirt and walks into the parlor, where his theory is immediately confirmed at john’s imperceptible-to-all-but-london’s-greatest-detective shift at seeing him. sherlock was right, the comments on the blog WERE alternate accounts. john, after a cautious sip of tea, starts to— casually— bring up the comments he’s “been getting on his blog about that tight purple shirt of yours” to which sherlock immediately quips back that he tracked their IP address (which he didn’t) and found the most curious thing. john is initially shocked that sherlock read his blog before being hit with a sack of wet mice at the bigger realization that sherlock figured out his plan because of course he did its bloody sherlock holmes you stupid git
sherlock has been spending a tad more time in his room the past couple months, claiming to be working on some sort of experiment. however, when john took a peek once because he was being dead silent and he wanted to be sure that wasnt literal, he was simply, sitting there. seemingly in his mind palace. watson decided to leave it at that until one day sherlock goes to continue his “experimentation” and comes out of his room minutes later with a cadence john is not used to, and kisses john right on the lips. after which sherlock abruptly realizes he is NOT in his mind palace. this realization is cut short after mere seconds as john pulls him in for another far more intimate kiss. chaos ensues in 221B baker street.
mycroft has a mission of utmost importance in which he requires three trustworthy people to go undercover, who will not be recognized nor clocked by foreign diplomats as government personnel. they have both seen mycroft’s (handsome) face and are trained to recognize people scouting the area and using government surveillance techniques. the obvious choice is watson, lestrade, and sherlock. none of which have the kind of government training that would set off the alarm bells in the security’s heads. the only problem- they’re infiltrating a ball in which a man dancing with another man would not be tolerated. sherlock in drag. sherlock and watson waltzing to slow music with sherlock in drag. sherlock is a fucking incredible dancer and watson begins to notice just how flexible his flatmate is. bonus points for greg flirting with random women and mycroft being painfully jealous while watching him dance the night away himself. the goal of the mission, as in the reason they’re there? you decide, that my friend, is not my division
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