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A mundane day in 221B Baker street

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“In the meadow”
First illustration (of two) for the last full chapter of Enigma. I’ve just sent the chapter off to my beta, meaning it’ll be some days until it’s posted. I’ve got to finish colouring the second illustration, anyway.
It’s going to be strange and rather sad having to say farewell to these two chaps in their 1940s incarnations, because they and this story have been accompanying me for almost four years. Luckily, there’s still an epilogue left to be written …
I have a dream…
Investigation In The Snow
When they first started sharing a bed it used to startle John into alert wakefulness on the evenings when Sherlock would crawl under the covers in the middle of the night, long after John had gone to sleep. The heavy comforter would move, Sherlock’s arm would brush against him, and John’s heart would kick into high gear, his eyes snapping open and his hand flinging itself out for a gun that wasn’t there because he’d had the good sense to leave it upstairs. Sherlock had handled it surprisingly well after his initial surprise; he’d simply lowered himself, slowly and carefully, until he was laying down, not touching John except for one hand that curled loosely around his bicep, and murmured “Breathe, John. You’re safe. Nothing’s going to hurt you.”
John couldn’t bring himself to say that it wasn’t images of himself being hurt that frightened him. He’d focus on the warmth of Sherlock beside him and the gentle pressure of his hand–comforting but not restraining–and simply breathe until he felt like he could move again. Then he’d turn and pull Sherlock against him, press his nose into the soft curve of his neck, and focus on the feeling of his heartbeat against his lips until he fell back to sleep. When he woke he’d always find that Sherlock had shifted until his back was pressed to John’s chest, John’s arm curled protectively around his waist, his forehead hot against the back of Sherlock’s neck.
It went on like this for two months. Then, one night, Sherlock slipped into the bed a little after midnight, and John didn’t startle awake, didn’t stop breathing. He did wake, but it was gentle, easy. His eyes opened blearily as the bed dipped, and he felt Sherlock go still, waiting for the inevitable alarm to go off in John’s head. But John only shifted like someone who’s still half-asleep, only turned enough so that Sherlock could settle back against him just the way John knew he liked, his fingers threading through John’s where he held his hand against his chest so that John could feel his heart, a steady thrum against his palm.
“I never would’ve pegged you for the little spoon, you know,” he said, his voice rough with sleep. He tightened his arm and brushed his lips against Sherlock’s bare shoulder. “S’good, though.”
“Mm, you let my physical appearance cloud your judgment,” Sherlock said, and John could feel the vibration of his words, pressed together as they were. “You assumed that just because I am the taller of the two of us that I would prefer to be the ‘big spoon,’ as you say.”
John couldn’t help a small huff of laughter. The idea of hearing Sherlock Holmes talk about spooning would’ve been unthinkable a mere few months ago.
“Besides,” Sherlock went on, “it suits us both.”
“Yeah?”
“Yes. You find comfort in being able to surround me, in the feeling that you’re keeping me safe.”
It wasn’t surprising that Sherlock had figured that one out. Pretty obvious, really. He’d probably deduced it that first night even when John was too much of a wreck from his own fears to put it into words.
He kissed Sherlock’s neck, speaking against his skin. “And you?“
“I’ve never liked being confined or restrained. I’m sure that’s a surprise to you,” he said dryly, and John laughed. Then Sherlock’s voice softened, and his hand tightened around John’s. “But then I met you, and you surrounded my entire life, and I discovered that I didn’t mind the way you invaded my every thought, my every action. I spent years wanting to be confined in your arms the way I was confined in my absolute affection for you. And now I finally can be. So. That’s how it suits me.”
John swallowed thickly. “There’s another thing I never would’ve guessed about you.”
“What’s that?”
He tugged gently at Sherlock’s hip until he turned so that John could kiss him. “You’re a bloody romantic.”
He could feel Sherlock’s smile curve against his lips. “Only for you.”
“Mm, let’s keep it that way.”
Sherlock’s answer was soft, barely murmured into the infinitesimal space between their mouths. “Forever.”

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Johnlock Sports AUs
Working on the Edges by earlgreytea68, 56 k, mature. Two men meet at the Winter Olympics, John an American hockey player bouncing back after an injury, and Sherlock, a British figure skater competing in his last Olympics. Somehow they just work together. Sweet and hot.
Forces of Nature by Ewebie, 18 k, explicit, unilock. Sherlock decides to take some time off during summer break to relax in a cabin by a lake and catch up on his journal reading. Too bad his neighbor across the water is a hot rugby captain out swimming and doing pornographic yoga at dawn. Thumbs up for a really fab fic complete with sloooow hammock sex. YES!
Emblaze Our Hearts by antietamfalls, 7 k, teen. John bangs Sherlock at the Olympics while blotto drunk. He can’t remember a thing, and has to retrace his steps to get his medal back. John competes in the biathalon (skiing and rifle shooting) and Sherlock does skeleton (head first luge sledding.) This is a bit like the movie “The Hangover” though there are no tigers involved.
A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin, 15 k, explicit. In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.
Uphill by scullyseviltwin, 75 k, explicit. Sherlock Holmes is striving for gold in this, his fourth and final Olympics as a downhill Alpine racer. John is a team physician who catches his eye. Even though he needs to keep his eyes on the prize, John keeps popping up anyway.
Eyes Up, Heels Down by CodenameMeretricious, 107 k, explicit. Equestian AU, Sherlock is a top event rider currently training at Baker Farms. John is the new groom who’s been told to steer clear of the surly man and his horses. Good luck John just doesn’t take advice very well.
Fly Very High by yalublyutebya , 46 k, explicit. John Watson was born to be a racing driver, and even a crash isn’t enough to keep him out of a car for long. But coming back is not that easy, especially when he meets his new teammate, Sherlock Holmes.
Wild Hearts by Mssmithlove, 14 k, explicit, Sherlock has never loved anything more than his horses. But that may change when a new boy takes a summer job at his family’s ranch.
The Bang and The Clatter by earlgreytea68, 137 k, mature. Delightful AU with John and Sherlock as baseball players. Sherlock is a hot young pitcher, and John is an old catcher on his last year before retirement. When they find themselves together on a new team, something like magic happens between them.
Tennis series by Jupiter_Ash, 4 works, teen to explicit. John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. John is a broken almost-was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything?
Transition Game by emmagrant01, 33 k, explicit. American Unilock, hockey AU. Sherlock Holmes is a chemistry grad student and a TA for Dr. Stamford’s Forensic chem course at Greenview State University. One fall semester, John Watson, captain of the hockey team, has the good fortune to take that course.
Red Lights Out by days_of_storm, 326 k, explicit, John Watson is an overqualified mechanic and former rally driver who works for McLaren. Silverstone GP is impending when he meets Sherlock Holmes, a prodigy driver whom nobody takes seriously, except for McLaren boss Greg Lestrade. (Race cars, motorsports.)
Boyfriend Material by PoppyAlexander, 151 k, explicit. Hockey AU. Boston Brawlers’ team captain John Watson longs for two things: a championship before he retires, and a boyfriend. Assigned to room with goaltender Sherlock Holmes–known around the league as both a genius and a “weird dude”–on Brawlers’ roadtrips, John discovers the things they have in common that lead to an easy friendship and a convenient arrangement.
Full Court Press by MissDavis, 126 k, explicit. Unilock, basketball AU. Sherlock Holmes has accepted a scholarship to play basketball at the College of St. Bartholomew’s. He expects to be their star player and turn the team’s losing record around. He does not expect to fall in love with the team’s captain, a certain scrappy point guard named John Watson. Or: Sherlock is the team’s best shooter. John is the team’s best ball-handler.
Gimme Shelter by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John, 159 k, explicit. (1970’s, American surfing AU.) All John Watson wants is the feeling of a freshly waxed surfboard under his feet and the hot California sun baking down onto his back, leaving dark memories behind. That’s all he wants, that is, until the hot young phenom taking Oahu and the Hawaiian shores by storm steps up next to him in the sand in the second round of the 1976 International Surf Competition.
“In the morning”
Illustration for chapter 20 of my WW2/Codebreaker AU Enigma. I’ll post the chapter later today.
I don’t know what happened.
Wip of a drawing for @wambold who won the second of my two @fandomtrumpshate auctions. The blue lines are rubber masking fluid, applied in preparation for the treatment with watercolour.
Just felt like drawing some cuddling :]

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I paused here and look at their eyes I am ded they are both like “God I fucked up.”
Fuckkkkkk
@may-shepard this just remind’s me how I’m dying to read your reception chapter of The Burning Heart.
I am so excited about this one you guys!
first sunrise! happy new year to you all.
@honeybeelullaby gave me the lovely prompt of Sherlock giving John a shoulder massage. Thank you darling (for many reasons) 💖🌈
sweet kisses under trees
I’m going to make this into a sticker ahh i love teenlock, my children
edit: it’s a sticker!!!

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little by little
lol based on this?