#johnlock prompts

[jonkwatson]

johnlock writing prompts !!

coming back from the dead

number one but literally. zombie au

good omens au

car accident

hospital visits, doctor watson

trying on eachothers clothes

scary stories

power outage

locked inside

staying at a hotel

[bbc-sherlock-rp-blog]

Parents Johnlock AU

Aunt Lizzie insists I bring you and Hamish (3) to the palace this Christmas. SH (related to the Royal Family, never mentioned it)

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Mr. Holmes, this is John Watson. Henry’s kindergarten teacher. Can we talk about your son? JW [based off of a fic]

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((John is unaware of Sherlock’s child)) How does one treat a nappy rash? -SH

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With Teen!lock

John Watson (19) had been dating Sherlock for a year now. But through the entire time, after every date, he'd never had the other teen in his flat. They always went back to Sherlock's, or said good night just outside his front door. And there was good reason for it. John had a secret he'd never told anyone. He had a son. A three year old boy named Henry. He worried Sherlock would leave him if he knew about the boy. But he'd decide that tonight, their one year anniversary, he was going to tell him. They kissed as they approached his front door and John finally pulled away. "Sherlock," he murmured. "There's something I need to tell you."

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Kid!lock

[Care Home AU] Sherlock (6) never bothered when visitors came anymore. No one ever chose him. His older brother, Mycroft, had already been adopted and taken home with a new family. Now it was just Sherlock. He had no friends at the home and was by himself. So he didn't bother looking up from his book when the newest prospective parent came in and the other kids ran to greet the visitor.

[cutelock]

I was wondering if you'd be interested in writing on Cutelock Prompts.. ? A cutelock picture prompt for you to write? ( No word limit) Just reblogg that picture with your story.

Sounds fun?

[mytearssricochvt]

Apocalypse Johnlock

Just watched 28 days later and now I want a apocalypse johnlock where they meet and fall in love while outrunning zombies. 

Please let me know if anyone is interested in doing this via email!

[angeltiddies]

"Gloss" and with johnlock pleasee

Let’s Gloss Things Over

I haven’t written johnlock in a while so getting the dialogue right was hard haha, but enjoy! 

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They’re in the middle of working a case when John first notices it. Sherlock’s pink lips are even more so today, and John can barely concentrate on the case at hand. 

Sherlock is bent over the most recent victim of a string of unusual murders (with a classic ‘coins in the throat’ signature) and John is meant to be checking the body for any signs of a struggle, but he can’t help but stare. Sherlock is just so close, his lips so pink and shiny and yeah, he hates himself for even thinking about Sherlock’s god damn lips while they’re hovering over a dead body, but sue him, his flatmate looks good and he’s gonna stare. 

The situation continues for the entire week. Sherlock’s lips are perpetually glossy, sometimes more pink, sometimes sparkling, sometimes so subtle it takes John staring a few extra seconds to even notice. But when he does notice, all bets are off. His mouth goes dry, his heart rate speeds up, and, thank God Sherlock is usually distracted because he can practically feel his pupils dilate. 

It’s a Saturday, all the week’s cases are wrapped up in precise, little, Sherlock bows, when John finally decides to ask his flatmate about the new addition to his perfectly, soft lips. They are sitting across from one another, John pretending to read a newspaper, Sherlock looking into a small hand-held mirror and taking notes, when John clears his throat. 

“John?” 

“Sherlock.” 

“I assume you need something from me as you’ve been sitting there ‘reading’ the same page of the paper for the past 32 minutes.”

John can feel his cheeks heat up ever so slightly as he folds away his paper and clears his throat again, “What’s with the new lip gloss?” 

“Ah, you noticed? Yes, see, I was having a conversation with Molly last week when she brought up that I am severely lacking in my knowledge of makeup, an essential part of detective work, really. I know about every type of tobacco and certain stains, but nothing of the nature of the ridiculous daily costumes of those who wear makeup.” 

“Makes sense,” John huffs out a small laugh, adding under his breath, “Send Molly my thanks.” 

“Sorry?” Sherlock queries. 

“What?” 

“What did you say about Molly?” 

John wishes he could sink into his chair right then and there and disappear from sight, but he decides to just rip the bandaid off instead, knowing Sherlock is not one to drop a subject. 

“Send her my thanks?”

Sherlock quirks his head, his lower lip glistening with his current pout. 

“Just, it suits you– the gloss.” 

Sherlock’s mouth falls open delicately and John can see the cogs turning in the detective’s great mind. 

“I suppose I may continue wearing it then.” He adds mechanically, trying to hide the blush that has obviously spread across his pale skin.  

At that, John smirks, picks his newspaper up and turns the page. 

[tea-at-221]

Johnlock AU Prompt

Sherlock and John meet in the competitive disco dancing circuit during the 1970's. 😁

Bonus: John has no idea how to dance. Yet. 😉

[bestofjohnlockanddrarrydrabble]

Prompts?

I feel like writing. I prefer Aus, and may never write them, but please send me prompts.

(And yes, NSFW is allowed)

[221booksinthetardis]

I've had in mind this fairytale, a bit gory, fic prompt for a while now...

The Holmes brothers are Redcaps, malign fays who lure travellers to their castle. Sherlock has the looks and a sinfully decadent voice; Mycroft an elegant, charming persona. They must soak regularly their “caps” (sherlock’s coat and mycroft’s umbrella) in blood, for if the blood dries out, they die. They enjoy the game, the thrill of it. But sherlock is bored out of his wits. Humans are stupid and so predictable.. Enter unwary john watson who got caught in a storm near the inviting castle. Quite the timing, because the coat has started to lose its crimson colour..