Johnlock fluff oneshots

My dear Watson

So first of all, I love that I have twice as many comments as views, that us super cool!! I love the conversations we have here so thank you to torchwoodandoctorwho Lee_13_ very_hot_mess and Squigers, yous are all amazing and it makes me smile everytime I see that yous have commented. I love you all with all of my heart❤🧡💛💚💙💜

Second of all, I really did try with that picture but there is something definitely off about it. He looks rather like a characature but oh well. I think his face is possibly too round and his eyes are too big. He is almost recognisable though so that'll have to do.

Ok, this is part two from yesterday's elementary (I think the titles are clever: elementary, my dear Watson🤣🤣) I got a bit carried away so this is longer than I was expecting, oops. k, enjoy. Also, I'm afraid that I am awful at tenses so it's quite possible this flips between past and present and I really dont know if it has so sorry about that.

Warnings: children? 🤣🤣 I dont know my lovelys, this is fluff and I cant really think of anything but let me know if you spot some in the comments as always:)

Word count: 2400.

Sherlock's pov

We pull up outside the school gates and look around at all the knee height urchins. There were several barreling around at full speed and others hiding nervously behind their parents legs, peering out with frightened eyes. A large proportion of the parents here were of the female persuasion and the few fathers there were looked rather out of their depths. A strange feeling of apprehension washed over me as I remembered that we live in a heteronormative society and having two fathers was outside of the norm. I pushed it away though as there were more pressing things to worry about, mainly that John seemed to be trying to talk to me.

"Sorry darling, what did you say? I dont seem to have been listening." He rolled his eyes at me and began again.
"I said, do you think we need to sign in at reception or just go straight to the playground and wait for the teacher?"
I pull out my phone and consult the text I had received from the school last night that reassured that there was nothing to worry about and outlined the structure of the day with the all important information parents needed to know such as where to drop off and pick up their offspring and at what time.

"It says that we should check in at reception and then wait in the playground." I announce.
"Check in at reception like as in the year below year one or as in the office?" I scrunch my nose up and read through the text again.
"The office I think." I decide and begin to look for the arrows pointing to where we should hopefully be going.
"If even the great Sherlock Holmes can't work it out, they should possibly work on their wording." Laughs John and pokes me gently in the ribs.
"I did work it out! I think anyway. This is maybe one of the only times I agree with the Yanks, it is possible that elementary or Kindergarten or whatever they call it is less confusing than reception."
"I suppose so, we should probably go and check in at one of the receptions though. Come on love."

"Coming, Rosie, are you... wait, where is Rosie?" I had turned around to find an empty space where Rosie used to be.
"Well this isn't good." I mutter as we both look around frantically.
"Yeah, no shit Sherlock."
Just then I spot her playing on the monkey bars with some other children and breath a sigh if relief.
"She's over there John."
He looks over and smiles.
"She certainly is one for adventure. It's a shame to pull her away from her fun but we really do need to go check in, can you go get her please?"