#johnlock child

[nightingale2004]

Sherlock BBC next generation: Johnlock version

Athena Jessica Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Emily Rudd

Athena is the biological daughter of Irene Adler and Sherlock Holmes and older twin of her brother Hamish Scott Watson Holmes

Is the oldest twin by 10 minutes and 32 seconds

She takes after Sherlock but has a bit of Irene in her

Both Athena and Hamish were left on Sherlock's doorstep shortly after they were born

Similar to Sherlock, her deduction skills are flawless (in her words)

Considers John to be her parental figure and compatible with her father than Irene

She doesn't call Irene her mother, only by her first name

Unlike Sherlock, she actually likes learning astronomy

She has a love for art, fencing, and playing violin

She secretly pickpockets the entire London police, including Greg (it's her source of entertainment every now and then)

She hates socializing and finds "normal people" very, very.......boring (her sister, John, Molly, Mrs. Hudson and Greg are the exception)

She is fiercely protective of her siblings

Mastered the art of shutting off her emotions (in her opinion)

Loves experimenting with body parts or dead bodies with Sherlock

Loves to accompany both her dads to crime scenes

She has no filter

She is an extremely quick learner

Has her own mind palace

Is very skilled in martial arts

She takes ballet and art classes (mostly to avoid boredom)

Goes to the library..........a lot

Is a chemistry and science genius

Makes fun of her uncle Mycroft (Sherlock's idea)

Secretly keeps in contact with her aunt Eurus

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Hamish Scott Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Asa Butterfield

Younger twin of Athena and youngest son of Sherlock Holmes and Irene Adler

Unlike his twin, he's more sensitive than her and a little more empathetic to people.

Sherlock and John got an Irish setter for their kids and named him Redbeard

He takes after Sherlock in personality but looks like Irene with a hint of Sherlock

He is also very intelligent, like his father

He plays violin, piano and cello

He prefers to observe the crime scene from a distance

When he is in thinking mode, he becomes exactly like his sister and Sherlock

He is Molly's favorite

He knows how to shoot from a crossbow and a long bow

Hamish and Athena destroy their father at clue

He is a little slow on deductions, but he is still good.

Math genius

Extremely adventurous

He shoots arrows and darts at the wall when bored or frustrated

Hamish and his sister's visit their grandparents when they can

Both Hamish and Athena get Lestrade's name wrong every time

Both the Holmes twins correct their teachers if they something wrong in their lesson (which to them, is all the time)

Both John and Sherlock made the twins promise not to say their deductions out loud to their teachers or anyone involved in their educational journey (to avoid suspension or expulsion)

Prefer to be called high functioning sociopaths

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Rosamund "Rose/Rosie" Mary Watson Holmes

Faceclaim: Meg Donnelly

Rose is the youngest Holmes in her family and considers herself and her father the only normal and sane ones in the family

She is John and Mary's daughter and Sherlock's stepdaughter

Despite not being related by blood, Rose loves her older siblings very much

Both John and Sherlock taught all their children self defense

She inherited her dad's love for creative writing

Rose has her own blog and even makes posts on her social media about her family and their adventures

Loves reading John's stories

She is sometimes jealous of Sherlock and her older siblings and their intellect

Every time she meets a boy, Athena and Hamish make a deduction about him or chase him away

Has a love for the medical field

Hates when bullies or most people make rude comments or remarks about her family

She and John cook

Rose has a picture of her mom

♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤☆♤

+ Mrs. Hudson's grand daughter

Allison "Ally" Martha Hudson

Faceclaim: Virginia Gardner

Allison is the granddaughter of the late Mrs. Martha Hudson

After Mrs. Hudson passed away (R.i.p to the legend Una Stubbs 🙏 you will be remembered). Ally's mom inherited the famous 221b Baker Street building, and now both Ally and her mom moved to London permanently and kept the building running

Allison was originally born and raised in America, but both Ally and her mom would visit Mrs. Hudson to spend some time with her

Allison loved her grandmother very much and held her close to her heart

Loved hearing her grandmother's crazy stories

She knows the Holmes family and has babysat the twins and Rosamund whenever she came to visit over the holidays

Sherlock and John see Allison and her mom as part of their family since Mrs. Hudson was family to them and their kids

Ally feels like she's the Holmes kids' mother and big sister most of the time

Hates it when the twins shoot her wall and keep crazy stuff in the fridge

Knows how to handle a gun

She is a divorce child

Weeks after her parents divorced, she never saw her dad again, and Ally spent a month over with Mrs. Hudson

She loves getting involved with the Holmes kids and their adventures

Reminds them constantly that she is NOT THEIR HOUSEKEEPER

[sky-is-the-limit]

Parents: my child is fine

Meanwhile, the child's favourite shows:

[butt-wizard]

Sherlock and John in Lauren Child's artstyle, her artsyle is soo nostalgic, i love it so much

Bonus comic:

[le-fandom-prince]

"Fuck you my child is completely fine!"

Your child just spent almost 2 hours looking at Johnlock and Nellis fanart and is STILL looking for more content on both. no..he's not completely fine. he's severely mentally ill and looks at fictional couples for support, couples that aren't even canon mind you, and this is why his relationships in the real world never feel quite right anymore.

[takinoverthetardis]

johnlock / lokius shippers watching themselves get queerbaited for the 32543rd time

[meandhisjohn]

My greatest treasure after all is my Mind Palace.

Sherlock created his to store information and a John wing and I created mine to store happiness.

A secret world full of fun, care and enjoyment.

Wings of calm and peaceful thinking and cosy nights at 221b.

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[gasogene]

parentlock is something you'd have to pry from my cold dead hands.

[mariailoveyou-guerin]

they are off their meds again meaning misogynior is in full force for the yt mlm yaoi fethis community like im so tired when can they stop existing so we and woman especially blackwoman can be free from them for good

and watch the losers jump on me like I will care and start probing my point by being racist an misogynistic

[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.

[sephinot]

Just watched BBC Sherlock with my sister (13)...the first Episode and she said she's sure they'll get together...

[nightingale2004]

Sherlock BBC: Mystrade version

Emmaline "Emma" Sofia Lestrade Holmes

Faceclaim: Malina Weissman

Emmaline is the only biological child of Mycroft Holmes

Mother unknown (or is known, but Mycroft doesn't want to go down that rabbit hole again)

Gregory lestrade is her stepfather

Mycroft and Greg married when Emmeline was only a few months old

She is 2 years younger than her twin cousins

Despite the sibling rivalry between her father Mycroft and her uncle Sherlock, she and her cousins get along really well, but they do have their little competition with each other regarding their unique intelligence

She is a master hacker and has secret access to the British and American government security

She often goes behind mycroft and Greg's back and hacks into their systems for either information or because she's bored

She inherited Mycroft's deduction ability along with high intelligence

She has an interest in mechanics and engineering

She loves Greg

Learned fencing

Math, science, and chemistry genius

Loves Rosamund and Allison

She often joins her cousins on their cases

She and the twins run on caffeine if a case gets challenging

She has raging OCD

She plays the harp, lyre, piano, and flute

Emma and the twins play games together, whether it's deduction games or board games.

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Tyler Pierce Lestrade

Faceclaim: Keean Johnson

Tyler is the biological son of Gregory Lestrade

He has multiple siblings. His oldest sibling is at college in america

He originally was in his mother's custody, but he would visit Greg a lot as a kid

As he got older, he thought Greg didn't care about him. So he would get into trouble with the police to get his dad's attention

Tyler didn't like Mycroft as he grew up or Emmaline. He thought that they were the reason he wasn't around him or his siblings growing up and that he was replaced

Things between Tyler, Emmeline, and Mycroft were tense until Tyler and Emmeline slowly started to get along then Mycroft slowly followed

After Tyler slowly got more involved with his dad and his new step-father and step-sister, he got involved with the Holmes children and their adventures, which he did not mind except the many enemies trying to kill a bunch of teenagers

When Tyler went to school with Emmaline and her cousins, he would always threaten the bullies who would dare to make fun of his new family (he always denies it, tho)

Tyler has a short temper and is aggressive

He loves to skateboard and do graffiti

Is a great liar and can come up with an alibi in a snap

He is incredibly sarcastic, and he is always questioning his life choices

He plays the drums as a hobby to smash or hit his feelings with sticks

Spends most of his time with the Holmes family

He will never admit it, but he loves the Holmes family as his own and will fight with and for them

Loves family game nights

The family dinners are a bit "extreme," but they are also very entertaining

[mytranssnakes]

i didnt think i enjoyed the fake dating trope untill i read a johnlock fake dating in which they pretend to be married for their child. its just so fucking good-

[lovenonymously]

- unhinged yet completely sane things a fanfiction writer would say.

reject canon, embrace delusion

[dilfenthusiast]

Anyway the truth is BBC Sherlock would never have been a good dad but he would be a great “weird uncle” that’s for sure

[meandhisjohn]

I will never get tired of man child Sherlock awaiting the worse and getting praise instead.

[a-victorian-girl]

What did you mean what you talked about on the train was nothing important, Sherlock? Let me think... oh, yes: YOU CONFESSED YOUR FEELINGS FOR JOHN, SHERLOCK! FFS!

Now, wetting his finger with saliva to clean John's nose... I'm debating between erotic, provocative or tender. Can't decide. And I love Sherlock keeps giving signs that he's in love with John, with small gestures or glances, very subtle but they are there, and John remains confused (or stunned, can't decide either), like

Chapter 19 - Hot Cocoa

As they walked on, it started to snow and John was now shivering in earnest.  Sherlock hustled John into a nearby café that didn't look too busy. When they stepped inside the café, Sherlock fluffed his curls to get rid of the snow and brushed off his coat. Then, he set about doing the same to John before he could argue, and followed that up by moving his hands to either side of John’s arms, and rubbing them up and down to warm him further. There they stood, just inside the door of the cafe, John focussed on his chattering teeth, while Sherlock tried to warm him up a little bit from the outside. They stood so very close to each other, the proximity helping with the warmth, though not helping John with his mental state, that was for sure. 

“You’re always so stubborn about rugging up. I don’t understand it,” Sherlock mumbled angrily, more to himself as he warmed his friend.

“I know. I’m sorry,” John replied quietly, feeling like a scolded child. He tried to catch Sherlock’s eyes. “It didn’t seem so cold earlier.”

“Well,” he scoffed in irritation. “It’s much better in here. We can warm up and I can tell you about the case if you like?”

John nodded in silent agreement and followed Sherlock dutifully to a nearby table. John wasn’t sure if Sherlock needed more sugar in his system, after the amount of bouncing around he had been doing at the markets, but then again, when in Belgium, he supposed, one must carry that burden. Thankfully, the café had heating on and so, in the end they took their coats off entirely. Sherlock was able to remove his gloves and his scarf as well. They sat, dumping their coats onto the chair between them and then Sherlock looked at John in silence for a moment.

John could not, for the life of him, work out what was passing across Sherlock’s face right now. Was he angry? Was John a nuisance to him? He was probably regretting having offered for John to join him on this little excursion, he knew that much. But there was no way he could bring himself to ask, because he was terrified of the answer. What he wanted, was for Sherlock to find him entirely indispensable. He wanted to know exactly what Sherlock thought of him, but he’d heard what Sherlock thought of a great many people and he was never kind. It was always pretty scathing. Sometimes amusing when it was somebody else suffering it, but John wouldn’t be able to bear it if Sherlock said something like that to him, after everything.

“Why don't you wear scarves? and gloves, John?” Sherlock finally asked, interrupting his thoughts.

“I don't know,” he huffed with a shrug. “They just annoy me. The extra layers. You're constantly having to take them on and off. Int he heating out of the heating. It's inconvenient. I think I'm generally warm enough in my good coat. Once I found this one, I knew it would keep me going in most weather, but then, when it gets to this kind of temperature…” He blushed. He sounded like an idiot. He knew it. “Sometimes it's bit harder when it gets this cold. In fairness, we don't go out in the freezing snow that often.”

“Your hands are always cold,” Sherlock commented.

John was surprised by the comment. He didn’t think Sherlock would have noticed the temperature of his hands, enough to comment on it, but he supposed they did often pass things to each other and just touch accidentally on a day to day basis. That was normal between flatmates wasn’t it? “I’m a doctor. It's kind of our job to have cold hands and be annoying,” he teased, trying to lighten the mood. 

Sherlock couldn’t help laughing at that. “It looks like we have to order up there. I’ll go. I know what you like,” he said simply, hopping back up and moving to the front counter and leaving John with his thoughts.

John smiled after him, looking around to take in the charming shop. This one was less crowded than the chocolate shop earlier, with lovely decorations and gifts around the sides that customers could purchase. He watched Sherlock ordering and it felt pretty great to know that they had known each other long enough now, to know each other's favourite things, to be able to order for each other. It was an efficient way of operating, and John appreciated efficiency.

Sherlock didn’t have to wait long and very quickly he was back at the table. “They had a nice looking shortbread so I’ve ordered some of that and some hot cocoa. I know you like shortbread  - that Scottish heritage of yours, and so on.” He made a flippant hand gesture as he settled back into the chair. 

John nodded in appreciation. Despite his earlier frustration, Sherlock looked so content now. “You're in your element here,”  John said with a smile.

“I like travelling, John. I just never really make the time. And I am a homebody. I think I prefer being at home to recharge, working on case notes with you, that sort of thing.” He smiled freely.

“I always wondered,” John said carefully. “I mean, surely you’ve had offers to travel for work? I can’t imagine with all the press we’ve had, that there are only crimes to solve in London alone?”

Sherlock didn’t make eye contact with John for a moment. He wiggled his head from side to side as if he was weighing things up in his head. “My brother often asks me to,” he finally admitted. “To travel. But I prefer being close to home.”

“Oh?” John asked, looking surprised by the information.

“Well, with your clinic work… it’s hard for you to get away and…”

“Sorry, what?” John raised his eyebrows. “What does my clinic work have to do with your—“

“John Watson,” Sherlock scolded with a frown.

“What?” John looked positively shocked at being called out like that unexpectedly.

“I don’t know how many times I have to tell you just how critical you are to the work.” Sherlock tilted his head. “I don’t want to go away without your good common sense beside me. And you haven’t had much spare time between shifts lately. Short cases, or cases close to home are generally easier,” he said simply. As if they had discussed this at length and John had just forgotten the fact. John was surprised by that information. He had no indication that Sherlock had deliberately avoided traveling aside from frequently avoiding calls from his brother. He assumed that was just family related matters, but apparently it also related to travelling.

“But we’re in Brussels now…” John said with a smirk.

“Yes, well, it felt like a nice distraction. I thought we could both use that.”

John nodded quietly. He wasn’t sure why Sherlock felt that way. He knew why he needed the distraction. His head had been all over the place lately and a change of scenery had seemed like a good idea, although in the last day, John had felt more swamped with emotions than he expected. Being away from home, while a distraction, only pushed them closer together. Perhaps being back at home was actually much safer, in actual fact.

“I also do love seeing new places, trying new things, or coming back and revisiting places that I've enjoyed. It makes me happy.” He looked at his hands. “I get to show you now too, which is really nice. Sharing things with you makes it… more meaningful somehow.” He levelled an expression on his friend that suddenly made John shuffle uncomfortably in his chair. 

John cleared his throat, trying to ignore the sentiment in Sherlock’s words. “So the case?”

Sherlock’s expression changed. “Ah, the case. Yes. Rich lady. Jewellery theft. They think it's the maid. I think it's the daughter,” he said, summing it up with very little detail.

“The daughter? But if they're wealthy…” 

“Ah, but the daughter has needs, John.” He gave a knowing grin. “I suspect the family is frugal with their spending. This is how wealthy people stay wealthy. “I think she stole it… either for selfish motives or possibly to help a friend in need, even. Or drugs.”

“And you got all this from what? A phone call?” John asked, looking shocked.

“A call and a case file my brother emailed,” Sherlock said casually.

“I see. Well, how do you think they will take that news?” John asked. “You’re just going to waltz in there with your usual charm and tell them their daughter is stealing from them? Because, Sherlock, that’s not an easy thing to do. Blaming the maid will seem simple enough to them I imagine, that’s the help, a lower class citizen perhaps - but their own child?” John swallowed hard as memories flooded his own mind. “It’s hard when family lets you down like that. My sister… she did that. She stole from me, for the drugs.” John’s voice had slowly softened, until it was almost a whisper. He had started with confidence, with eye contact and now had falling away entirely. He doodled on the table as he finished his thought. 

“Is that why you don't talk to her anymore?” Sherlock asked, calming his voice.

John sighed. “There's a great many reasons why I don't talk to her anymore. That's only one of them.”

“I see.”

“We don’t all have overbearing siblings like you do, Sherlock,” John sighed. “Sometimes, it’s easier to stay away from family.” 

Their hot chocolates were delivered and they sat in silence, looking into their drinks and then John’s eyes snapped up.

“Oh god, Sherlock, I just remembered… I fell asleep on the train! On you. Sorry about that. I hope it didn’t…”

“It was fine, John. You obviously needed the rest.” Sherlock’s voice was firm, decisively so.

“But we were talking and I—“ John shook his head. “That was a bit not good.” He looked up at Sherlock, his eyes full of apology.

“it's fine. You didn't miss anything important,” he said quietly.

John took a sip and sighed. Sherlock had chosen a baileys infused hot chocolate for him. He took a few sips in silence, sighing to himself in contentment. When he looked back at Sherlock to thank him, Sherlock was smiling strangely back at John. 

“What?” he asked. “What's the matter?”

Sherlock just shook his head with a little smile.

“No seriously, what?” John asked, starting to grin too. “What aren’t you telling me? Have you drugged this bloody drink too?”

Sherlock laughed openly. “No. Come here,” he said, leaning forward across the table.

“What?” John asked again, looking suddenly nervous. The saliva vanished from his mouth. Was Sherlock asking to…

“Come here,” he said more forcefully.

John paused, very unsure, but finally leaned forward over the table too, watching Sherlock closely, trying to second guess what he would do. His well developed trust issues had formed a large flashing beacon of warning inside his head, crying out danger, danger! Unexpectedly, Sherlock suddenly licked his thumb and then wiped at John's nose. John froze to the spot, his eyes wide. Sherlock was looking at him in a very affectionate way.  An unexpectedly affectionate way, and that, combined with the move, rendered John utterly speechless. When Sherlock finished, John gave him a questioning look.

“You… ah... had chocolate on your nose,” he said with a half smile. He cleared his throat awkwardly, when he saw the expression on John’s face. “Sorry.”

“Oh. Thanks,” John said, the only words that managed to escape him in the moment. 

There had been a brief moment he thought Sherlock was leaning forward to… kiss him. And god, was he grateful he hadn’t assumed wrong. But for that brief moment he had been… hopeful, and the simple fact of that was humiliating. He was really going to need to find a way to let go of this mad fantasy in his head. He was misreading every little gesture and expression. This place must be messing with his head, because he could have sworn, for a moment, just a moment, there was a certain look in Sherlock’s eye too. 

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