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First Kiss
"What exactly is your problem?" John pants as he runs after Sherlock, cursing Sherlock's long legs that mean John always has to jog to keep up with him.
"Nothing. I don't have a problem," Sherlock grates out between clenched teeth, not turning around, still making his way through the long, empty corridors, past empty classrooms, towards the back exit.
"You nearly bit my head off in there, then you threw your punch glass against the wall and left," John says, still trying to catch up to Sherlock.
Sherlock abruptly whirls around, his overdramatic coat billowing behind him. "I didn't want to come to this stupid dance, and you talked me into it. And then you ditched me for your girlfriend. So I'm going home to spend my evening more productively than watching other teenagers engage in juvenile mating rituals."
"She's not my girlfriend, for fuck's sake, it was one dance!" John points a finger at Sherlock. "Plus, what even is it to you who I dance with? Why do you care?"
"Why do I care? How unbelievably thick can one person be?"
"Well, if it's so obvious, explain it to me, then, genius!" John yells, beyond irritated.
Sherlock huffs in aggravated exasperation, fists his hands into the lapel of John's cheap suit, pulls him in and presses their lips together.
John's brain stops. Sherlock is kissing him. Sherlock, his best friend since he was twelve, is kisisng him. Sherlock, who he's been in love with since he was fourteen and discovered he likes boys just as much as girls, is kissing him.
It's not a very good kiss, since it's the first, and neither of them know what they're doing. It's just a press of lips, really, just a brush. There's no finesse involved, no tongues, no technique. Also, they're both completely frozen in shock because this is monumental, this is a seismic event on an unprecedented scale, it's a continental shift of life-changing proportions. Sherlock Holmes is kissing John Watson, and John Watson is kissing back.
John pulls back and looks at Sherlock, who has a shell-shocked, fuck-what-did-I-just-do expression on his face.
"So apparently I'm a colossal moron," John croaks, voice unsteady and rough.
Sherlock seems to come out of his shock-induced paralysis, blinking once, then giving John a slight smile. "Well. I suppose it would be impolite to agree."
John laughs, a small hysterical giggle that's more tension relief than mirth. "So given that I'm a complete idiot," he says, fisting his hand in the lapel of Sherlock's coat. "Could you maybe explain it to me again?"
Sherlock smiles at him, gentle and soft. "My pleasure," he says as they both move in for another kiss.
A bit of teenlock for the first kiss prompt by @notjustamumj . Apparently, my brain can handle these snippets better than working on my WIP right now. Well, I'm having fun, so who cares, right? Might have to collect these and post them to AO3 one of these days.
Tagging @keirgreeneyes @discordantwords @lisbeth-kk @fluffbyday-smutbynight and anyone else who wants to play.
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Sherlock and John version teenlock with the audiobook of Nick and Charlie. Enjoy.
#sherlock#john watson#johnlock#sherlock holmes#bbc sherlock#teenlock#sherlock fandom#johnlock fanart
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Listen, listen: Dominic Sessa as young Sherlock.
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Hi Steph!
My first ever ask. Thank you for everything you do for us. It’s wonderful and I use your lists every day. They’ve been a huge help 💜
I’m looking for wonderful Unilock stories. Where they meet at university. Maybe with a bit of pining, discovering things for the first time, slowly getting together, some beautifully written smut is always welcome, maybe some kind John and inexperienced Sherlock. But I’m open for everything, mainly some longer, sweet and fluffy Unilock stories would be wonderful. I looked through your fic rec list and could find Unilock, but maybe I overlooked it.
Have a wonderful day 🥰
Aziralock
Hi Lovely!
I'm so happy you enjoy your time here, and HI HELLO thank you for your first ask!! <3 Means a lot to me!
SADLY I actually don't read many Unilock / Teenlock fics, so I don't have any PERSONAL recs of stories I've read, but I've a couple MFL lists I made from past lists, and a few links you can reference from past asks:
School / Student AU (MFLs) [MY LIST]
Teen/Unilock with Rugby John (MFLs) [MY LIST]
Hogwarts / Wizarding World AU (MFLs) (Potterlock) [Not EXACTLY what you're looking for but it is a school AU lol]
Teenlock (Dec 2021) Masterlist
Teen / Unilock (Nov. 18/19) Masterlist with lots of lists on it
If ANYONE has a story or list that Zira will enjoy, PLEASE do suggest it!! <3 Always looking for stories to suggest! <3
I hope you continue to enjoy your time here, Lovely <3 Thank you for your ask, and never hesitate to suggest any lists you'd like to see! <3
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Potterlock!!!!!!!!
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Sherlock - Omegle
This server has been created to help roleplayers who used Omegle for roleplay specially in the Sherlock fandom to connect now that the site has been pulled down.
It should work like this:
Post your request
Check for reactions
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or
React to a request
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#omegle#omeglelock#sherlock#sherlock rp#sherlock roleplay#sherlock roleplayers#sherlock omegle#sherlock omegle rp#sherlock omegle roleplay#johnlock#mormor#sherlolly#adlock#sheriarty#jimlock#shercroft#sherstrade#seblock#teenlock#sebadler#bbc sherlock#sherlock fandom
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Fluffbruary with turtely
Day 7
[day 6] [day 8]
prompts: routine | colorful | energy and
picture prompt: by @fluffbruary <3
fandom: BBC Sherlock
A/N: first i struggled with finding anything to write to these prompts and suddenly i had an idea where i could use all of them??? wth?? i don't get my brain. also: I AM SO SORRY FOR BEING SO LATE!!!
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John was in detention. He was the only one there and his teacher had left the room twelve minutes ago and still hasn't come back. Maybe she had left the school building already. Who knows.
Now John was sitting there, long done with his stupid assignment, letting his lazy gaze drift out of the window. The rain was absolutely pouring and John made a face when he thought about biking home in this weather.
Just this moment his teacher came back. "Done with your assignment, Mr. Watson?"
"Yes. Can I go home now?"
"No, you know you can't."
"Yeah, but don't you wanna go home as well, Mrs.?"
"Well, I suppose I couldn't help it, if you went to an extremely long bathroom break..."
John Watson was already on his way out before she had even finished her sentence. "Thank you so much, Mrs. Hudson! See you Thursday!"
John jumped outside and headed to his bike behind the rugby field. He kept his head low, so his hood would protect his face but suddenly he saw a movement out of the corner of his eye. He turned and... couldn't believe his eyes.
There was a boy... dancing?! On the rugby field?! WITH AN UMBRELLA IN HIS HAND???John was about to open his mouth and yell at the boy if he had gone insane, when the boy jumped, making a split in the air.
Amazed John shook his head, with his mouth slightly open. The boy turned, his limbs in perfect posture - apparently he had internalized the whole dance routine. There was a certain strength and elegance in his energy flow, only ballet dancers could pull off. It was then that John realized the umbrella wasn't at all for protection from the weather - rather it was a tool to support his dance... it swung through the air, pointed at the sky, grazed the earth one- two- three times. With its bright rainbow design it brought a colorful spot into the dull rainy weather, which had painted everything gray.
John continued watching the boy dancing until the dancer was finished. He realized he had been staring, when the dancer lifted his head and caught his eyes.
Raising an eyebrow, swinging the umbrella one more time, so it landed gracefully on his shoulder the boy made his way towards John. Said boy still gazed at him, unable to pull his eyes off. He cleared his throat and opened his mouth, "That...", he searched for the right word "... was amazing." Simple but true.
The dancer looked carefully surprised. "You think so?"
"Yes, of course it was. It was... extraordinary, quite extraordinary."
"That's not what people normally say when they see a male ballet dancer."
"What do people normally say?"
The dancer looked away, "Piss off." His voice was steady but John thought he heard a hurt undertone. "I'm sorry- Who are you?", the dancer asked
"Oh! Uhm... John. I am John Watson.", John held his hand out. "And your name is...?"
"Sherlock Holmes."
John raised his eyebrows at that odd name. "Well, would you like to walk together for a while, Sherlock?"
Sherlock considered for a second... shrugged and offered his umbrella to John.
"Let's." he simply said. And so they did, sharing one rainbow colored umbrella like they didn't know it any other way.
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funfact: before i went to bed last night i was like "i have to look at the prompts for tomorrow!!! maybe i have some cool dream i could use!!!" weeelll... guess who half dreamt of an ballet dancing sherlock in the rain xD
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heyy babe how are you?
litsen i was reading juxtaposition by clueda but then i accidentally deleted all my open windows and lost where i last was. i dont feel like rereading the whole thing, but if you could tell me in which chappter does sherlock get slapped by his girlfriend, while drunk i'd love you. it was also that dance thing they had. cheers have a nice day
Absolutely!
That was Chapter 36 (the dance), so you may want to re-read a bit or pick up right after (as the slap is at the end of 36 or very near it) and begin Chapter 37! 😎😍
Happy reading!
(I got sucked in re-reading three chapters for you babes and gd i love this story!!! .... ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!)
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Fluffbruary - Day 23 (Ballet)
Day twenty-three of @fluffbruary, using the prompt "ballet"
Read on AO3
French Version
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Sherlock took a deep breath before taking his position and waiting for the curtain to rise. Applause greeted them before the room fell silent and the music began. Sherlock took one last look at the darkened room but could not find the person he was looking for. He ignores his disappointment and starts to dance.
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John applauds, his eyes on the dancers, one in particular, until they disappear into the dressing rooms and the curtain falls. Next to him, Harry smirks at him, and as a response, John discreetly shows him his best finger. His parents are beside them, this is not the time to attract their thunder.
"So which one was it?" Asks his mother.
"The brunette with the bobbed hair, a bit short. She was in the middle on the left." John replied without batting an eyelid. "That's Clara."
"She's cute, you're one lucky bastard, son." Congratulated his father with a pat on the back. A gesture from one manly man to another. John restrains himself from violently withdrawing his hand still on his shoulder.
John nods with difficulty, feeling Harry as uncomfortable as he is.
"What about you Harry, was there a boy you liked?"
"Don't be ridiculous Beth," cut in her father, "they're just fags. Real men don't do ballet, they do sports. Like our Johnny, he understood. Rugby is a man's sport. Not ballet." He says, spitting out the last word. Harry and John glance at each other.
There is little audience left in the room, probably all gone to the bar or the exit. The dancers take the opportunity to sneak out and John signals to his parents that he has to go if he doesn't want to miss her. Harry says another excuse he doesn't hear, too eager to get away from them.
"If Dad finds out what we're going to do, he'll give us a heart attack." Harry laughed. But she was right, he could never survive such a thing. John smiled. Good for him.
They looked for Clara and found her in one of the dressing rooms, removing her make-up.
"John! Harry!" She says as she notices them and gives a big smile before coming over to hug John. "So, did you enjoy it?"
"You were great." John said.
She let go of him to hug Harry in turn. John looked away as they kissed. Harry whispered something but John didn't want to know what she said.
Clara and Harry have been dating for three months, but because of their parents' homophobia, they have to find ways of seeing each other without raising suspicion. So John offered to play her boyfriend, at least for tonight. His parents had said yes when he had asked to go to the end-of-year show organised by the school dance group, saying that Clara was dancing in it. They had even insisted on going with him. Harry hadn't grumbled when they forced her to come.
"If you're looking for him, he's still on the stage. He was talking about a poorly controlled gesture or something." Said Clara before returning her attention to her sister.
John thanked her before walking towards the stage.
John gets something out of this arrangement. Sherlock is part of this group of dancers and John wanted to see him at all costs. To his parents, he's just a classmate, nothing more. If they find out that his best friend is a dancing fag, as his father would say, he won't be allowed to talk to him anymore.
Sherlock is there, dancing in his prince's costume. The curtains are down, leaving him alone and hidden from the audience. Only one light is on, illuminating Sherlock like a divine glow illuminating his grace and talent.
Despite the hour-long performance, Sherlock still dances well, his tired muscles executing the gestures perfectly. His elegant arms pull outwards, before climbing towards the light, balancing on his pointe.
John watches him, hidden at the side of the stage, admiring him without restraint. Immersed in his dance, Sherlock probably hasn't heard him, but John lets him finish before showing himself. He would never want to interrupt him, Sherlock is never so peaceful as when he is immersed in what he loves. He looks focused but serene, his facial features relaxed. Not many people get the chance to see him like this. John is one of the lucky ones.
Sherlock finished his last movement, before stopping elegantly. He immediately turned to John, the latter too mesmerised to applaud.
"John." Sherlock said simply with a slight smile on his lips.
"That was..." John searched for his words. "You were amazing. That was beautiful." John breathed. You were beautiful.
Sherlock's cheeks pinkened deliciously, making John want to run his fingers over them. "Thanks John."
John walked over to him, and handed him the bouquet in his hand. It was a simple mix of blue and green flowers. It reminded him of Sherlock's eyes.
"This is for you." He explained when Sherlock looked at the bouquet as if a monster was going to come out of it.
Sherlock opened his mouth several times, searching for his words. He didn't seem to find them as he finally said nothing, shyly took the bouquet and thanked him in a low voice.
"I would have thought you would give them to Clara." Said Sherlock after recovering from his emotions.
John frowned. "Clara? Why is that- Oh, I see. She explained our plan to you."
Sherlock smiled, "Ingenious, I must say."
John looked up, proud as a rooster. "I'm not so stupid after all."
"You're not as stupid as you look." Sherlock said weakly, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"Hey!" John took offence.
Sherlock laughed, and John couldn't help himself. How he loved to hear that laugh.
John calmed down, keeping an amused smile on his lips. "I would like to invite you to dinner." John said matter-of-factly. He knew he would never have the courage to ask him if he didn't do it now.
This surprised Sherlock, leaving him speechless for a second time. "Excuse me?"
John lost his courage, already regretting it. Stupid John, of course he would not want to. "Do you want to come to dinner with me?"
Sherlock looked as shocked as ever and John started to plan his escape when he heard him mutter something. John moved closer to him to hear him better and Sherlock realised he had to repeat himself.
"I said yes. Take me to dinner with you, John."
His heart began to beat wildly, and John couldn't stop the smile that formed. "Really?"
Sherlock nods before lowering his head, but John can see his blush. He lifts his face with an index finger under his chin. "Don't hide from me. I like it when you blush, it's adorable." John said in a burst of tenderness. His hand slid down to his cheek, his thumb caressing his blushing cheekbone.
"I'm not adorable." Sherlock weakly defended himself.
John smiled. "No, you're right. You are beautiful."
Sherlock took a deep breath, closing his eyes as he leaned against his hand still on his cheek. The hand not holding his bouquet clutches his jacket, as if to keep it close. Anyway, John doesn't plan to go anywhere else.
Sherlock leaned towards him and rested his forehead against his, John putting his other hand on his arm. The latter closed his eyes to better enjoy their proximity.
"I never did that." Sherlock murmured. "I don't know what to do."
John moved slightly away from him, just enough to look him in the eye without squinting. "Follow what I do." He said before moving closer to him. Sherlock bent down to fill the last few remaining inches and finally they kissed.
The kiss was chaste, John's hand sliding from his arm to his cheek to better angle his face. As promised, Sherlock followed what he did and pressed a little more into the kiss. John moved his lips, and Sherlock responded shyly before growing more confident. Sherlock clung to him, wrapping his arms around his torso, and John could only sigh with pleasure in the kiss.
"John." Sherlock whispered as he pulled away to catch his breath.
John ran his tongue over his lips, the taste of Sherlock still imprinted on them. Sherlock watched the movement with an eager gaze.
"Let's go to dinner." Says John, even though separating from Sherlock's body will be difficult.
Sherlock nods and John takes his hand in his own. He kissed him on his fingers before pulling him off the stage.
As promised, John takes him to dinner before walking him home, like the gentleman he is. Sherlock kissed him one last time on the doorstep and went back inside his house, leaving a blushing and smiling John behind.
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No it’s not the cover i drew for the french teenlock fanfic i’m currently writing… well maybe it is…
I may or may not translate it in english if some are interested ? But for the moment i’m not finished with the first chapter in french lmao 😭
#teenlock#johnlock#bbc sherlock#sherlock fanfic#sherlock x john#french fanfiction#sherlock fanfiction
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Hi! I just finished Common Grounds by couchbarnacle and i was wondering if you had a.) Any other long teenlock fics like this one or b.) Had any fics where ultimately Moriarty is killed by John? Thankss!!
Reply:
For request a), please check out my Teenlock Master List as well as my Teenlock tag for any that were posted after that list.
Request b) is too specific to search and I don't know of any offhand. If anyone else has one, please comment.
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i just finished heartstopper. it gives me a strong teenlock vibe...
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Okay I’m dyslexic leave me alone grammars not my strong suite. The way I figured it out, you have to be in the school system until 18 in the uk no matter how smart you are. So it takes 4 years to do a degree and 2 years to do a masters making you 24 when you left uni. Your drug habit was in full swing at the time, 5 years Mycroft said your (or you’re I’m not sure) drug habit was in full force, on average people start off small in there first few years until there final grad year and then slowly realise how useful it is become addicted so we have you having a drug habit from 21 to 26, Greg did a drugs bust on you’re house when you first met John meeting he had reasonable means to get a warrant so you’re habit had just ended, you met John after you’re birthday, look at the weather that day it is not exactly London in January. So you were 27 in 2010 add 13, you are 40!!!
Not entirely correct as an undergrad degree takes usually 3 years to complete, a masters can take 1 or 2 years, and one can already attend university with 17 if you complete school earlier.
And I started my drug use with 19. But it is true that I started while I was attending university.
But the final conclusion is correct however.
#rp#roleplay#johnlock roleplay#sherlock roleplay#johnlock rp#sherlock rp#sherlocks past#sherlocks university time#sherlocks youth#teenlock#shezza#druglock
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Hey! I've finally written a short single chapter story again!
If you're in the mood for fluffy Teenlock: give it a chance.
"Teenage Sherlock has the biggest crush on the waiter who works at the small café near the beach in the town where he lives.
Surely the feeling can't be mutual.
Surely John is nice to everyone.
Surely."
Rating: teen (8665 words)
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hey Steph, I’m looking for a very specific fanfic that I read a while ago, but, unfortunately, can’t seem to find again. It was teen johnlock, with John spending the summer at Sherlock’s because their parents are friends, and John sleeps in a room connected to Sherlock’s. Sherlock hates John at first, but then he finds out that the latter has ptsd dreams and they start going on evening runs together, and then they fall in love. I’m pretty sure it’s a series of fics, and I remember there being some mystrade in it too. Would you be able to help?
Hey Lovely!
Ohhh, not sure about this one, but I feel like I've had it suggested before. Anyone able to help us out?
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@consult-sherlockholmes ah, young and innocent
#john watson#sherlock#sherlock holmes#bbc sherlock#sherlock bbc#john replies#john watson replies#teen sherlock#teenlock
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