Sherlock Fandom Prompts & Challenges

For Decembers  prompt it’s Fill Any Already Posted prompt from the 18 months this blog has been around. Here all the prompts are for ease of choice. These are divided by event and in order of posting

Death, Saints, and the Supernatural

Death, Saints, and the Supernatural

Supernatural

Saints

Death

Friday the Thirteenth

November 13 2015

Armistice, Remembrance & Veterans

2015

2016

In Thanks

2015

2016

Winter Festival

Winter Festival: Week 1 Recap

Winter Festival: Week 2 Recap

Winter Festival: Week 3 Recap

Winter Festival: Week 4 Recap

Monthly Prompts

Monthly Prompt 1: August 2015: 3 Word Prompt

Monthly Prompt 2: September 2015: Head Canons

Monthly Prompt 3: October 2015: Pick and Choose

Monthly Prompt 4: November 2015: AU Time

Monthly Prompt 5: December 2015: 3 Word Prompt

Monthly Prompt 6: January 2016: Victorian Era

Monthly Prompt 7: June 2016: AU Crossover Time

Monthly Prompt 8: July 2016: Vacation Time

Monthly Prompt 9: August 2016: Uni or Kid Fic

Monthly Prompt 10: September 2016: Head Canons

Monthly Prompt 11: October 2016: Random 3 Pick

Monthly Prompt 12: November 2016: AU Time 

Each Person can pick to do as many of the prompts as they want. Did you fill it but not get it turned in before the deadline or forget to get it turned in? Submit it now! 

Tag each with the original prompt tag, and December 2016 so I know to add it.

List 1: spider, Halloween, night Characters: Mrs. Hudson, Molly, John, Sherlock

Mrs. Hudson had been given a puppy for her birthday by Molly. Her reasoning was that Sherlock and John were gone far too often and the older woman must be in need of company. Except Molly had misjudged the breed mixture. Instead of a tiny lapdog for their landlord, she got a massive hound. Walker Hound to be precise. One large enough to knock over the Detective and Doctor given the chance.

Unfortunately, they hadn’t seen Mr. Huggins since he was a puppy as they were out of the country for several months working on a case for Mycroft. It just so happened they the pair were returning to Baker Street on Halloween night and the two women decided to have some much needed fun. John let them know when they’d return ahead of time. Molly, being more open and cheeky around the guys now, bought Mr. H a Halloween costume - a spider costume for dogs.

Random Three: Pick one of the Three Word Lists to use in creating something

List One: Spider, Halloween, Night

List Two: Cat, Shadow, Full Moon 

List Three: Bat, Black, Spook

All entries due by November 3rd, 2016

Submission Rules can be found here.

Pick one to three characters from the Sherlock Fandom to make a head canon about them.

Up to three entries per person

All entries due by September 30th, 2015

Submission Rules can be found here.

This is an overview of a prequel of the previously posted “Not Complaining”. John and Sherlock knew each other in uni before a fight separated them to the horrors of war and drugs.

In honor of everyone getting ready to go back to school at some level: 

University or Kid fic time

Do something that involves one of the characters either when they were a child, in school at some stage, or with kids of their own.

The possibilities are nearly endless, have fun with the choices!

All entries due by September 1st, 2016

This has been running around in my head for awhile, not 100% finished, but I think you’ll like it. There could definitely be an extension.

God it was bloody hot, Sherlock thought. The genius had no idea why he let John choose this year’s vacation… well, actually he did. He had, after all, lost a bet, but how John could think two weeks on the beach in Malta was better than the catacombs of Paris at night was beyond him.

He thought back, remembered seeing John’s body before the military when they were young and roommates in university. He’d been active in rugby and had the physique to prove it. While he himself fancied ballet, he preferred to focus on more academia. He was much younger than many in his class.

Now was not the time to think about their rocky past though. Things were different now. Not quite sure what exactly their relationship was yet. As long as John was happy, so was he and it seemed they were just going with the flow of things as their dynamic had changed only a few weeks ago.

*flashback*

Sherlock was manic during the closing hours of a month’s long intense case. John almost couldn’t take it anymore. He made Sherlock an offer he couldn’t refuse, “Let me attempt to quiet your mind. I win, I choose the vacation spot. You win, you choose and I won’t complain about the body parts in the fridge for 3 months.”

Sherlock eyed the doctor skeptically and decided to press his luck, “A year.”

John had that slight smirk that one would think Sherlock would learn to look out for, in a strong voice continued, “6 months - final offer.”

Sherlock, after a second of observing John’s strict soldier like stance: “Done.”

The younger man watched as John stalked into the kitchen, kicked out Sherlock’s chair, dropped to his knees, and as soon as his hands reached Sherlock’s trouser buttons, all the he saw or could hear was white noise. For the next 20 minutes, his mind registered nothing, but the buzzing of his body and the warmness that took over near the end. When he opened his eyes again, John was still on his knees having just tucked Sherlock back into his trousers.

With a smile on his face, John just said, “How does Malta in May sound?” To that Sherlock nodded with his curls still wet from the sweat glistening on his forehead, breathing too hard to speak. In two weeks, they would be on the gorgeous beaches of Malta and Sherlock would make sure to book a secluded beach house for just the two of them with all of the amenities.

*end flashback*

What a flashback, but still not complaining though.

That’s how Sherlock found himself in his beach chair, under the large umbrella in a dress shirt (sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off his sinewy forearms) and long trousers. His only concession being his bare feet, buried deep in the cool sand. Next to him was a cool-box, half filled with seltzer and John’s preferred lager. The blonde’s face flushed red with drink and sun had Sherlock’s heart skip a beat. He wasn’t keen on letting the doctor know that though. The detective was perfectly content to watch the older man frolic in the waves with the other tourists. He’d, of course, used his connections to secure them a beach house instead of a traditional hotel room, not far from the surf. He knew that John would be up early for a swim and run now that the option was available to him.

Unfortunately all of the two and three bedroom cottages were taken. A single was booked instead with complimentary room service and open bar. Sometimes saving someone from jail was nice and paid off. Also seemed John’s recent trips to the gym paid off too. The detective observed that it wasn’t just the women who noticed the former soldier’s newly beefed up appearance. John had slacked off after his injury and leaving the military, but in the last few months something had convinced him to return… still not complaining.

Sherlock was pretty sure John chose those tiny blue trunks for the shear fact that James bond wore them. Oh look, now he’s attempting to reenact that scene from the first spy movie John forced him to watch two months ago. Everyone on the beach was staring at him, even those attached and on vacation with their significant others. His eyes never left the former soldier even though he kept his head down facing his laptop. John grabbed a towel off his own beach chair and started to dry his short hair first, off all things. He sat down, grabbing a new beer from the cool-box, popped the tab, and took a long swig… the droplets of sea water still running down his skin.

John: “Best bet I’ve ever won.”

Sherlock blushed under his curls, eyelashes down: “Well, you certainly earned it.”

John: “Still can’t believe you thought I couldn’t come up with a way to make your mind shut off, you stroppy genius. How long have we known each other?”

Not even bothering to answer what he had realized was a rhetorical question, Sherlock just huffed and went back to his computer as John ran off back into the surf, sunscreen glistening off his strong shoulders and too tight blue trunks that left little to Sherlock’s, or anyone else’s, imagination.

Halfway back to the water’s edge, John stopped, did an about face, and raced back to their little setup. For a moment, the brunet was confused and began to say, “What did you for-”, but that’s about as far as he could get before John laced his fingers through his dark curls, pulled his head back, and kissed him. He smiled as he pulled away and noticed the dazed look on Sherlock’s face, “Sometimes you think too much.” And he was gone again.

It’s summer in the northern hemisphere, and that means vacations for most people. As such, what sort of vacation does your favorite Sherlock character take? 

Some questions to consider:

Do they go alone?

Do they have a favorite place to go?

Do they leave home or just stay home to relax?

Do they have a favorite season to vacation during?

Is there some special reason for when and why they take their vacations?

What do they do on their vacation?

The possibilities are nearly endless, have fun with the choices!

All entries due by August 4, 2016

Bad Advice by JaimiStoryTeller (Q is in need of some advice and decides to ask his best friend for it.) (Done) 

Mistaken Identity by NoOridinarySouthernGirl (It was a case of mistaken identity or was it?) (draft) 

Self Defense by JaimiStoryTeller (Sofia always liked watching the military pack practice and train together, so she is excited when they invite her to train with them) (Done)

Here’s my June 2016 crossover fic - Marvel/Sherlock. It’s not quite finished. You can actually tell the parts that are done and that aren’t (ie mixed up tenses and such), but I hope you enjoy anyway :)

Mistaken Identity… or was it?

Sherlock and John are in New York on a case for Mycroft as a favor. John pops out to the corner Chinese take away and doesn’t return within the half hour it should have taken. It’s New York so Sherlock knows that it’s not like John could have run into anyone he knows and stopped for a chat.

Sherlock attempts to hack into the CCTV feed for the neighborhood, but just as he sees John being taken off the street by a large black SUV (how stereotypical) the screen cuts to the unwelcome face of his older brother.

Mycroft informs him that a car is on the way and he had better be in it when it returns to his location. (“No, I will not tell you just so you can catch a cab.”)

Anthea meets him at the curb since a familiar face was Mycroft’s idea, supposedly, though Sherlock firmly believes it’s the other way around.

The detective entered a conference room on the 31st floor behind Anthea and walked straight to his older brother. The agitation and worry were clear in how the detective walked and carried himself. In an uncharacteristic display of anger, Sherlock shouts, “Mycroft, what in the hell is going on? John’s disappeared and here you are having tea with Nicholas Fury.”

Mycroft casually turned to his brother and introduced him to his companion, “Sherlock Holmes, this is Colonel Nicholas Fury, former head of SHIELD. Now, if you’d like to sit down, and stop acting like a child, we can discuss this matter like adults.” Sherlock looked as if he were about to argue, “Unless you’d rather not have your partner returned in one piece?” Fury chuckled as the brunette pulled out a chair and sat down as gracefully as a 5 year old who had just lost dessert. Mycroft continued, “If you’d stop sulking, we can have a cup of tea and get down to business.” The older brother began to prepare his brother’s tea as he knew he would like it.

Sighing, Sherlock took the tea resignedly and said, “I don’t want tea, brother dear, I want John back.” He carefully set down his cup, turned to Fury, and continued, “I’m guessing this has something to do with your organization or we would not be here together.” He said this as a statement instead of a question. As he glanced between the two, “Now, I will ask only once more, what is going on and where is John?”

A voice from behind him pipped up, “I believe I can answer that, Mr. Holmes.”

“Who - ,” Sherlock started to say as he turned in his seat to locate the new entrant into the conversation. Upon finding it, the detective became rigid in his posture and stopped speaking immediately.

Standing from his seat near the door and moving towards the end of the long conference table was a man who looked exactly like his John. Sherlock stared at the hand the man offered towards him before ignoring it to turn back and look at his older brother questioningly. Mycroft read his brother’s look, “Sherlock, this is Everett K. Ross, of the National Security Agency of the United States of America, and I believe you will want to listen closely to what he has to say.” A rare time when Sherlock Holmes was left speechless and John Watson wasn’t there to see it.

There’s a knock at the door and they all turn towards it. Sherlock is still sitting in his chair, scrolling through photos on his phone of him and John during their impromptu sightseeing trip through the city. Across from him sat Ross, busy going through a pile of paperwork, of what Sherlock wasn’t sure. Mycroft and Fury were standing by the wall of windows in whispered conversation. Agent Maria Hill led in two other people before retreating back into the hall.

It’s Fury’s turn for introductions, “Agent Romanoff, Captain Rogers, this is Mycroft Holmes of the British Secret Service, and his younger brother, Sherlock Holmes.”

Shaking the detective’s hand, Captain Rogers smiles and asks, “Like that character in that story? I mean ‘blog thing’?”

With a deadpan expression, Sherlock simply replied, “No.”

During a heated debate among those in the room, Sherlock spits at Ross, “You may have my John’s face, but your American accent is making me uncomfortable. Do shut up now.” Ross just raises an eyebrow and stands back in mock surrender.

Mycroft basically demands his younger brother stay behind and “let the Avengers handle it”, but Sherlock wonders where his brother’s common sense has gone.

He, of course, follows behind using the new underground network he has slowly started cultivating. This is his John and he’s not being left in the dark again.

They eventually learn it was Bucky Barnes being controlled by Jim Moriarty (not dead either) and his right hand, Mary Sebastiana Watson née Moran. Bucky was meant to take Ross, but took John instead. Captain and Natasha think it’s just a case of mistaken identity, but it’s Sherlock who discovers the truth. That by taking John, who is identical to Ross, in all but accent and personality, it drew Ross out of hiding and into the public making him more accessible. Sherlock deduced that Bucky has never made a mistake and wouldn’t do so now. Fury, smart man, believes him.

For all those folks out there who love AU Crossovers, this month’s prompt might be for you.Pick a show or  movie to do a cross over with. Some examples:

Potter!Lock with the Sherlock characters in the Harry Potter universe

Bond!Lock is Q a missing Holmes brother? Do James Bond and Mycroft Know each other?

Supernatural with Sherlock having a case he has a hard time believing in until its proven his first guess was right

Doctor Who with the Doctor having one of them as his companion, maybe mousy Molly is less mousy after facing down daleks or Jim goes insane after working with the Master

Marvel with John trying to hide the fact he’s not quite human or Sherlock having special talents that he always thought a waste but actually finds a use for

The possibilities are endless, have fun with it!

All entries due by July 1, 2016

In honor of the Sherlock Special: pick something about Victorian Era Sherlock to talk about, write a story on, make a piece of art, or whatever other wonderful thing you lovely people can think of to do!

All entries due by January 31st, 2016

Submission Rules can be found here.