(OMG Poke!lock! I haven’t written one of these in ages :D thank you so much – I hope you like it!)

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John Watson lay on the grassy hill, staring up at the clear Johto sky. The wind whirled calmly through the grass, whipping John’s hair gently across his forehead. John was dressed in plain travelling gear: his jumper and jeans were dirty and ripped, but John was relaxed as he dozed on the hill. Gladstone, his Growlithe, chased his tail in circles a way away from John by some trees. He grew dizzy after a while and flopped onto his side, barking quietly at an overgrown bit of grass.

Suddenly, a shadow leapt out at Gladstone; the fire Pokémon growled, jumping into an attack position. The shadow morphed into a sleek purple Espeon, its ear fur staying eerily still in the wind. Gladstone’s back arched, and he showed his fangs to the newcomer. Espeon just rolled his eyes and sat down to watch the silly dog get excited over nothing.

Espeon’s owner, Sherlock Holmes, ignored the two Pokémon, walking over to John, who was still in a light sleep on the hill. Sherlock smiled.

“John.”

John opened his eyes slowly, then jolted awake as he recognised the other person. “Sherlock! How long have you been stood there?”

“Ages.” Sherlock lied. John went red and stood up, glaring at the taller boy.

“You could have woken me up.”

“Why? I like your sleeping face.”

John shivered, blushing redder. Espeon walked up to the humans, curling around Sherlock’s ankles and clawing protectively at the long black travelling coat his owner wore. Sherlock held out a hand to the Pokémon, and Espeon ran up his arm, perching on Sherlock’s shoulder. His deep purple eyes bored into John’s head. John crouched back as Gladstone put a paw on John’s foot. The dog Pokémon glared at Espeon.

This is my human. he growled.

Espeon scoffed. So? I’m not going to steal him. Just keep him in line.

Sherlock still stared at John. “So why are you out here?”

“I’m having a rest. I have five gym badges now.” John flipped his badge case open, displaying his Johto and Kanto badges proudly – 8 of Kanto (third in the Indigo League) and 5 of Johto.

Sherlock smirked. “You’re rather slow.” he flipped open his own case, displaying 8 Kanto badges (second in the Indigo League – lost to one Jim Moriarty) and 8 Johto badges. John’s heart sank.

“How are you ahead of me?!”

“Maybe I’m just better.” Sherlock shrugged.

John scowled. “We’ll see about that. Gladstone, heel!” he ran away from Sherlock, picking up his bag as he and Gladstone sprinted into the forest.

Espeon rubbed his whiskers against Sherlock’s cheek. The human smiled. “He needed a push.” he slowly walked into the forest after his friend, eagerly awaiting the journey ahead of them.  

(THIS IS SO LATE I’M SORRY!!! Please forgive me! I’m so so sorry… but I hope you like it! /cries/)

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It was a typical day on the road. Sherlock Ketchum and his friends, John and Molly, had just solved yet another case with Officer Lestrade (with a little help from Nurse Mycroft, of course), and now they were feeling pretty good about themselves. The sun was shining; flocks of Starly and Staravia flew high in the Sinnoh sky. Sherlock’s trusty Luxio, Dimmock, walked beside him eagerly as the team advanced towards the next city.

“I’m tired!” Molly sighed. “Can we please stop?”

“Not until we reach Hearthome.” John shrugged.

There was a rustle in the trees next to the road – Dimmock’s back arched, and he yapped urgently at Sherlock, who ignored him and kept walking. Dimmock growled. He drew in a breath and sent a weak electric shock towards his master, who finally stopped to glare at the pesky Pokémon.

“What?” he frowned.

Dimmock looked pointedly at the forest. Sherlock, John and Molly turned in his direction.

“Prepare for trouble!”
“And make it double!”
“And triple!”

Sherlock, Molly and John groaned. Not this again. Dimmock realised that there was no threat, yawned, and settled down to scratch his ear.

“To enlighten the world with our brains!”
“To gloat upon the Earth’s remains!”
“To make the people into our slaves!”
“To stand upon Sherlock’s grave!”
“Jim!” “Sebastian!” “Diana!”
“Team Reichenbach! Blow stuff up at the speed of light!”
“Surrender now, or say goodnight!”

Team Reichenbach posed dramatically in the middle of the road – but Sherlock and his own team were already past them, walking quickly to Hearthome and ignoring the triplet of lunatics. Jim blinked.

“Did they just ignore us?”

Seb lit a cigarette. “Seems so.”

“You can’t smoke in a kid’s show!”

“Watch me.” Seb grinned.

Diana rolled her eyes. “I told you the motto was too long!”

Jim frowned. “Diana, have I taught you anything? Being a villain means presentation. You need to be remembered!”

“Then why don’t we actually go blow stuff up instead of making up new rhymes and mottos?” Diana glared at her Dad.

Jim mused over that for a moment. “Good point.”

(I haven’t written a Pokémon fanfic in ages, so this was really great to write! Thank you! I haven’t actually seen their movie, but I’ll give it a go and see if I can write them correctly. I hope you like it, and that the people are actually in character. Thanks again!!)

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The mission was completed – they’d successfully taken down the institute and were on their way to the Team Rocket base, happy with their spoils. Hun was typing onto a small laptop while Attila drove. The wind whipped their hair back as they traversed through the wide Johto plains – farmers ushered herds of Flaafy and Mareep into huts; swarms of Yanma hovered above streams. Hun glanced at his friend and coughed.

“Attila?”

“Yes?” the taller of the two nodded.

“Have you ever thought about a… well.”

Attila frowned. “Thought about what?”

Hun shrugged. “I’ve been thinking about it, and I’d like to try it.”

“Try what?”

“I think it might work, you know.”

“Hun?”

“Yes?”

“What in Johto are you talking about?”

Hun sighed. “Would you like to be in a relationship?”

Attila stared at his friend. “What?”

“I think it might work.” Hun repeated. He returned to typing on his laptop with a small smile.

Attila kept staring at Hun. “What- WOAH!”

Attila stomped on the brakes – the wheels screeched, and Hun was thrown back into the seat, his laptop clattering to the floor. The jeep skidded to a halt just before a huge cliff face. Attila glanced at Hun.

“Are you alright?”

The silver-haired man coughed. “Yes, yes, I’m fine.”

“Are you hurt?”

“I’m fine.” he repeated. He smiled. “Are you worried about me?”

“Not at all – I know you’ll be fine.” Attila smiled warmly.

Hun laughed. “Thank you, I think. Now then. How are we going to get out of this?” he eyed the cliff face.

“Just lean back a second, and I think I can reverse us.” Attila looked over his shoulder at the road. They exited the predicament calmly, and soon they were back on their path. Hun glanced at Attila.

“Have you an answer for me?”

“An answer?”

“About earlier.” Hun glanced over Attila’s muscular frame. “Would you like to be… partners?”

“We are partners.”

“Romantically.”

Attila smiled. “You wouldn’t be able to put up with me.”

Hun grinned. “I think I can manage.”

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I’m sorry if that’s not what you asked for! I hope you like it anyway!

I’m going to bed, if anyone cares.

Send me fanfic prompts, if you have any, for:

• Sherlock (any adaptation)
• Doctor Who
• Wholock
• Cabin Pressure
• Avengers
• The Big Bang Theory
• Pokemon

Kthnxbai.

I love yooooou!!! XD *hugs*

I have written a Sherlock/Pokemon crossover before: http://epicluna.tumblr.com/post/26026234033 so I’ll write the sequel to it :)

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John stepped into the arena, surveying the crowd. They cheered as he came into sight. He gulped.

“Our first trainer is John Watson, from Baker Town!” announced the commentator, Officer Donovan. “He’s ten years old, and it’s his first tournament in the Indigo League!” the crowd cheered.

John stepped into the raised box on the arena floor. His hands shook as he took a Pokéball from his belt and held it, waiting for his opponent to be revealed.

“Our second trainer is Sherlock Holmes, also from Baker Town!” cried Officer Donovan.

John’s jaw fell open as the other door lifted, revealing the taller ten year old. The black-haired boy stepped into his box on the other side of the arena, ignoring the cries of the crowd and the army of fangirls outside the arena.

“The trainers may use only three Pokémon in this match. They may switch them out at any point, but can only use those Pokémon until they faint. Understood? Good. Then let the games begin!”

The buzzer sounded and the crowd went wild.

“Let’s go, Gladstone!” John threw his first Pokéball into the ring. It opened, revealing a large Venusaur.

Sherlock smirked. “Obvious choice. Lestrade! Teach them a lesson!” he threw his own Pokéball out. It opened, revealing an even bigger Charizard. Lestrade roared, making Gladstone flinch. John winced.

“Gladstone! We can do this!” John yelled. “Use Solar Beam!”

“And John uses a strong attack on the first go!” Donovan gasped. Gladstone began to power up.

“While they’re powering up, use Flamethrower!” Sherlock called.

Lestrade blew a huge stream of fire at Gladstone, enveloping the grass type in the flames. John gasped. The flames encircled the Venusaur – when suddenly a massive bolt of energy split the circle in half and hit Lestrade on the stomach. The Charizard fell backwards, shaking his head to clear it. Gladstone stood in the centre of the arena, looking slightly charred. John cheered, and the crowd echoed him.

“Good job, Gladstone! Now, use Vine Whip!”

Gladstone’s vines wrapped Lestrade into a tight bond and lifted him off the ground.

Sherlock yawned. “Use Fire Spin.”

Lestrade grinned. He blew a stream of fire into the air and twisted his body in circles, wrapping the flames and the vines around himself. The vines caught light, and Gladstone quickly withdrew them, shaking the embers off. Lestrade stood tall, winking at an annoyed Gladstone.

“Damn!” John growled. “Gladstone, use Sleep Powder!”

“Wing Attack.”

Lestrade’s wings flapped quickly, blowing the powder away. The two Pokémon glared at each other. John cast a glance at Sherlock – he was grinning.

“Enjoying this?” John yelled.

“Obviously!” Sherlock laughed.

In the crowd, Professor Mycroft and Harry Watson bit their nails nervously.

“Sherlock has the knowledge to get around any of John’s attacks, but John’s Pokémon have his heart, so their stamina and attacks will be more powerful.” Prof. Mycroft mused.

“I just hope they don’t hurt each other…” Harry groaned.

“Don’t worry. That’s what the Pokémon centre is for.” Prof. Mycroft smiled.

“Things are really heating up!” Donovan beamed into the microphone.

Meanwhile, a mysterious man outside the arena heard the cheers and boos of the crowd. He ignored them, walking towards the player’s box. His walkie-talkie beeped.

“Seb! How’s the plan going?”

“Don’t worry boss.” the man chuckled. “Sherlock Holmes won’t win. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Good. Soon those twerps will rue the day they dared to cross Team Reichenbach!” the walkie-talkie laughed menacingly.

“Boss, you’re on speaker phone.” Seb sighed.

“Oh. Oops. Moriarty out.” the walkie-talkie beeped again.

Hey awesome people!

So I’m bored again. Please send me fanfic prompts (as long as they relate to one of my fandoms), love letters, random questions, whatever you want.

Prompt: The protagonists versus the antagonists in an epic game show battle. Fandoms – Supernatural, Harry Potter, Avengers, Sherlock, Doctor Who, The Hunger Games and Pokémon.

“Hello, and welcome to the Epic Fandom Battle!” beamed Dean Winchester, the show’s host.

“Is everybody ready?” asked Sam Winchester, the show’s other host.

The crowd cheered. The stage was set – two large desks sat facing each other on stage, with one smaller desk in the middle (a bit like QI or Never Mind the Buzzcocks). A large TARDIS materialised behind the smaller desk and the doors opened, revealing the contestants. The Winchesters stood to the side as they piled out of the TARDIS.

“The first team – the Protagonists!” Sam beamed. The crowd cheered again. “Contestant One – Tony Stark, the genius billionaire playboy philanthropist! Two – Harry Potter, the boy who lived! Three – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective! Four – the Doctor, the Oncoming Storm! Five – Katniss, the girl on fire! And lastly, six – Ash Ketchum, the greatest Pokémon master of all time!”

The six contestants sat in their seats on the left side of the room, mostly waving to the crowd, apart from Sherlock and Tony, who sat texting their boyfriends John and Steve.

“And now we introduce the second team – the Antagonists!” Dean cried.

The crowd booed as the TARDIS doors opened once again.

“Contestant One – Loki, God of fangirls! Two – Lord Voldemort, the guy who got beaten by a two year old kid! Three – James Moriarty, consulting criminal! Four – the Master, ex-Prime Minister and Time Lord! Five – President Snow, the guy with the awesome beard! And finally, six – Gary Oak, BECAUSE GARY MOTHERF*CKING OAK.” Dean grinned. The crowd cheered.

“You’re dead, Potter!” hissed Voldemort.

“Bitch please, I’m Harry Potter. I’m awesome.” Harry smirked.

“Right, let’s get on with the game!” Sam rolled his eyes.

“Are you all ready for the first question?”

“YES!” roared the contestants.

“Alright! Let’s play-”

“This is one game you won’t win, Sherlock!” cackled Moriarty.

“Dull.” Sherlock sighed.

Sam and Dean exchanged glances and shrugged. “Right. This is the quick fire round, so fingers on buzzers!”

The Doctor looked round the room and beamed. This was exciting! Ash and Gary glared at each other. President Snow looked annoyed at everyone’s boring clothes.

“First question. For ten points – which planet is home to the Hostereen and the Blathereen families?”

The Doctor pressed his buzzer. “RAXACORICOFALLAPATORIUS!”

Everyone stared at him.

“Correct!”

The crowd cheered. They seemed to be doing little else.

“Alright. Second question. For ten points – what is the name of the deadly berry found mainly in Panem city?”

Katniss was quick on her buzzer. “Nightlock!” she cried. She cast a glance at Peeta and Gale in the audience, who avoided her eyes.

“Correct!”

The crowd cheered. Sam and Dean grinned at the opposing teams.

“This is going rather well!”

“Yeah, I thought someone would have died by now!”

“YOU’RE DEAD, POTTER!”

“THAT’S THE LAST TIME YOU INSULT MY TARDIS!”

“JOHN IS NOT MY BOYFRIEND!”

“I AM A GOD! YOU WILL BOW TO ME!”

“MY BEARD IS AMAZING!”

“PIKACHU! THUNDERSHOCK!”

“…”

“Spoke too soon.”

Finally finished all my prompts!!! Thank you so much to those who sent them :)

Now I’m hungry for more ;)

Please send me stuff!! Anything at all!

A Johnachu to say thank you to all my amazing followers!! I love you!!!

Prompt: Sherlock and John are beginner consulting Pokémon trainers.

They were ten years old, stood outside Professor Mycroft’s house in Baker Town. Sherlock Holmes, the professor’s (much) younger brother stood with an air of importance, waiting for his own house to be opened to him. John Watson, Sherlock’s friend, stood nervously, his hands turning clammy. Irene Adler, also a ‘friend’ of Sherlock’s, stood impatiently, texting on a Pokégear.

“Morning, children.” Professor Mycroft appeared behind the three, startling them. The elder man didn’t smile, but he nodded curtly to them and beckoned them into the huge house.

“I can’t believe this!” grinned Irene. “It’s finally here!”

“Your first Pokémon will be with you forever, or so they say.” Sherlock shrugged.

“Pretty big decision then…” John chuckled nervously.

The party stopped outside a big door, which Prof. Mycroft opened. The light hit their eyes, but as soon as they could see clearly, they rushed towards the long desk in the centre of the room, hopping happily.

“These three Pokéballs-“

“Yes, yes, we know all that.” Sherlock muttered impatiently. “Which do we choose?”

“If you know all about them, then you tell me!” snapped the older Holmes brother, crossing his arms. Sherlock smirked.

“The first contains Bulbasaur, a grass type. A bit of an easy choice – no-one ever picks it.”

John felt a bit sorry for the Pokémon. “Why not?”

“Because it’s a little thing, and it’s a disaster to try and feed. Its only good attack is Bullet Seed, if you have the right training or TM. It’s loyal, small but fussy, and it’s not very intelligent.” Sherlock snickered.

“I want it.” John said suddenly.

“But-“

“No. I choose Bulbasaur.” he grabbed the first Pokéball on the desk, cradling it in his hands. “Hello.” he whispered to it.

“Whatever.” Sherlock shrugged. “The second is Squirtle, a water type. Medium ranking, very sturdy, easy to hide, not easy to manipulate, not easy to train. Sleek and cute – but only when it wants to be. It can be a real minx. To be honest, it’s a bit unreliable, but if you know what it likes, then it’s true to you.”

“I want that one!” Irene’s eyes lit up. She took the ball off the desk and grinned at it. “Later, boys!” she sang, skipping out of the lab.

“Where are you going?” Sherlock called.

“To train! I’m not sitting around while you bore me.” she laughed. In the next instant, she was gone, leaving Sherlock and John in the room, stunned.

“Fine.” Prof. Mycroft shrugged. “Just ignore me then.”

“The final Pokémon.” Sherlock took the Pokéball gingerly. “Charmander, the fire type. Hard to train, stubborn, and will attack at any point.”

“Are you just making this up?”

“No.” Sherlock frowned at John. “Charmander, although annoying and temperamental, is by far the best starter for the Kanto region. A lot of great attacks, and it’s smart, too.”

“And of course you’d wind up with it.” John chuckled.

“What do you mean?” Sherlock glared at him.

“It’s just like you – annoying, temperamental, stubborn…” John grinned.

“Fine. I’ll show you.” Sherlock growled. “I challenge you to a battle!”

“Bring it on!” John laughed. “My Gladstone is much better than your stupid lizard!”

“You named that thing Gladstone?!”

“That’s right! And it will beat your lizard hands-down!”

“My starter is no ordinary Pokémon! His name is Lestrade, and he will always win!”

“Is that so?”

“Obviously.”

The two boys glared at each other for a moment, then turned away.

“Tomorrow morning. Right here.”

“Agreed.”

…

P.S. I always imagine Moriarty in charge of Team Rocket, but instead of Rocket it’s Reichenbach. Yes, I think it’s hilarious. Shut up.

Don’t reblog. Tag your fandoms.

I had to.

In England there was a young fan
Who shipped Bruce Banner and Iron Man.
Should they come to mind,
I accept prompts of all kinds,
Then Sherlock was hit by a frying pan.

(Oh God that was terrible. Please send me prompts!)

Shipping Challenge – pick 3 OTPs and answer the questions.

I tried to take one each from my main fandoms:

1. Johnlock (John Watson and Sherlock Holmes)
2. Palletshipping (Ash Ketchum and Gary Oak)
3. WesleyCooper (Sheldon Cooper and Evil!Wil Wheaton)

What made you ship 3?

I love them both! The rivalry between Sheldon and Wil is hilarious, and they have some kind of chemistry - whether it’s good or bad, there’s something there.

Is 2 canon?

Not really, but I’ll make it canon if it kills me ;)

Favourite moment between 1?

Too many to count! Um… probably any time they have eye-sex (so basically the entire series).

If you could put 3 in any scenario, what would it be?

Another Mystic Warlords of Ka’ah tournament. Sheldon didn’t get his revenge, and you can tell that Wil wants to battle him again.

Favourite lines said between 1?

John: That was amazing.

Sherlock: You think so?

John: Of course it was. It was extraordinary. It was quite extraordinary.

Sherlock: That’s not what people normally say.

John: What do people normally say?

Sherlock: Piss off.

Has everything you want happened between 2?

Not really - it’s a show aimed at kids, so nakedness and gay sex is pretty taboo.

Would a crossover work between the three?

Possibly - I can see it happening between TBBT and Sherlock, but I don’t really see crossovers with Pokemon happening too much.

Recommend a blog dedicated to 2.

I don’t know! I haven’t seen one! (If you’re out there, find me!)

Recommend a fic about 3.

http://archiveofourown.org/works/333163 - this is HILARIOUS.

Does anyone IRL know you ship them?

If you’ve met me, you’ll know every single detail about my ships. So yes. Everyone knows.

Do you also ship 1’s actors?

Hmm… interesting. Not really. I prefer to ship characters rather than actors.

(This is very possibly one of the best prompts I have ever received. I love you. Please have my babies. I’m sorry this is a bit cheesy, but please enjoy!)
(Fandoms: Avengers, Sherlock BBC, Doctor Who, Cabin Pressure, My Little Pony, Pokémon and The Big Bang Theory.)

“The villains club will come to order!” yelled Leah. No-one heard her. Loki moped in the corner; Moriarty picked at his apple with a knife; the Master drummed the four-beat tune onto the table; Gordon Shappey nursed his burnt hands; Princess Luna shook her head at all the ruffians surrounding her; Gary Oak was nodding off to sleep; and Wil Wheaton was tweeting happily.

“Guys, please!” Leah put a hand to her face. They continued ignoring her. “PEOPLE!” she yelled. Everyone turned to her. “Thank you.” she cleared her throat. “I have received intelligence-”

“Good, at least one of you people have it.” Princess Luna scoffed.

“Shut it, horsey.” Wil snapped. Luna glared at him.

“I HAVE RECIEVED INTELLIGENCE.” Leah yelled again. “Ahem. That the heroes club is meeting again tonight.”

There was a groan among the villains.

“I don’t want to see my ex-wife.” Gordon moaned.

“I don’t want to see my ex-brother.” Loki sighed.

“I don’t want to see my ex-husband.” muttered the Master.

“You haven’t heard my plan!” Leah whined. “First, we gatecrash their party. Then we steal all the condensed milk in their fridge! They’ll never see it coming!” Leah grinned.

Gary sighed. “Can’t we leave those losers alone for one night?”

“Why?” Leah frowned.

“We have enough milk. And besides, Gordon’s hands still haven’t recovered, I’ve got a major tournament coming up, Luna is supposed to be on the moon, Jim is meant to be dead, the guy who looks like John Simm is going crazy-”

“He already is crazy.”

“Crazier.” Gary shrugged. The Master glared at them.

“Fine. We’ll leave it for tonight.” Leah wandered over to the window and stared out of it dramatically. “But mark my words, heroes. We’re coming for you.”

“Hey guys!” Wil grinned. “I found a new fanfic!”

There was a huge cheer.

xxxx

Over at the heroes club, John Watson was on his fifth glass of milk, and was having a hard time keeping himself upright; Captain Crieff was also sloshed, hitting on Twilight Sparkle and Rainbow Dash; Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were making out in the corner, watched by a jealous Bruce Banner; Sheldon and Sherlock were arguing about the Doppler effect, with the Doctor trying to break up the fight; and Ash Ketchum was challenging everyone he saw to a Pokémon battle, even if they weren’t from the same fandom.

“John!” Sherlock grabbed his arm. “Please tell Dr Cooper that the Doppler effect is the worst scientific principle since Justin Bieber.”

“I think you’re drunk, Sherlock.” John laughed.

“I haven’t had a single glass.” Sherlock frowned.

“Nor I.” Sheldon frowned too.

“Does anyone have any custard?!” yelled the Doctor randomly. John sighed.

“Urgh. Right. Guys! Guys!” John clambered on top of a table. “Can I make an announcement?”

“No!” yelled Tony. He returned to kissing Steve.

“Shut up, Iron Man.” John growled. “I need to say something.”

“You’re in love with Sherlock?” called the Doctor. Everyone except John cheered.

“No, I’m not gay!”

“John, the Doppler effect is-”

“I don’t care, Sherlock!” John groaned. “I need to say something! Can everyone please listen?”

“What is it?” the Doctor asked.

“This milk…” John giggled. “…is the best thing EVER.”

There was a huge cheer.