Sherlock Inktober

#31: Sweets

#30: Dog

Sherlock heard John call his name in the distance but he didn’t bother to answer. John would find him anyway. He put his hands on the railing and leaned in to get a closer look on the beehives. A hand touched the small of his back and he leaned into it subconsciously.

“See anything you like?” John asked. Sherlock only murmured a reply, still keeping his eyes on the bees. A bee flew over to a pink flower and Sherlock’s eyes followed. John dragged his hand up to Sherlock’s shoulder and down his arm to take his hand.

“I got this one for you.”

Sherlock looked up at John, and then at the red balloon John held in his hand. A soft smile spread across Sherlock’s face and he took the balloon from John’s hand and squeezed the other as thank you.

“Anything interesting you would like to share?” John let go of Sherlock’s hand and leaned on the railing, studying Sherlock’s profile. Sherlock stood up straight in one fast movement and looked over at John with intense eyes.

“Someday we will get too old for the job we currently have.” Sherlock let his gaze wash over John’s face, but John didn’t seem to have any reaction yet. He turned his head to stare at the bees again.

“When that happens,” Sherlock took a breath, “I want us to move to a cottage on the countryside, get bees, I’m thinking the Italian honey bee, you could maybe write a book about our adventures, we could have passionate sex in a vintage bathtub,” an elder man beside them raised his eyebrow and John had to hide a smile. Sherlock didn’t care and continued, “and cuddle by the fireplace. You would get lots of time to read, and I to compose.” Sherlock looked John in the eyes. They were both silent, letting the idea sink in.

“What do you think?” Sherlock whispered when John didn’t answer. John’s eyebrows were drawn down in his face and he stared at his hands in thought. The red balloon casted soft red spots on John’s face.

John looked up at Sherlock and grinned. He circled his arms around the taller man’s waist, Sherlock’s hands resting on John’s biceps. The balloon floated over them, making the light red.

“I wouldn’t dream of anything else,” John said, and kissed Sherlock softly. The balloon smiled down at them, a promise of their future together.

Link on ao3 here

#28: USB

#27: Family

#26: Security

#25: Curls

#24: Pirate

Total time: 5-6 hours

This is a predrawn art for @sherlockinktober ‘s Oct/Inktober topic: ‘USB’

Sorry I just gotta study for the test, maybe 6-7 years later I will have time to do the full Oct/Inktober event again. I hate school, the test time is right after Oct/Inktober, damn it.

#23: Violin

#22: Wedding

#19: Heart

#21: Skull

John walked out of the bedroom and poured himself a cup of coffee. When he entered the sitting room he gave Sherlock a kiss on the forehead before turning around and sitting down in his chair. As he put down his cup on the table he noticed two suits hanging on the door. Looking like they had just arrived from the cleaner’s.

“Sherlock, are those your suits?” John asked looking over at Sherlock. Sherlock turned his head slightly towards John but didn’t move his eyes from his laptop. He wrote for a few seconds more before turning his whole body.

“Hmm?” Sherlock tilted his head. John nodded towards the suits.

“Oh those, they’re for a party.”

John raised his eyebrows in confusion but Sherlock didn’t notice and turned back to his work. John didn’t bother to question it so he drank up his coffee and went into the shower.

When he finished, his towel tight around the waist, he stumbled upon Sherlock in the hallway. Sherlock was dressed in one of the suits, a dark one with tartan pattern, and was holding the other in his hand. He handed the light tweed one to John and John reluctantly took it.

“Remind me why I’m doing this again,” John said, staring amazed at Sherlock’s, normally uncontrolled, but now slicked back hair.

“I told you,” Sherlock said, running his thumb over a drop of water on John’s collarbone, “we’re going to attend a party.”

John stared at Sherlock in disbelief. He moved the suit from his right hand to left.

“When did Sherlock Holmes attend parties?” John mocked.

ÅaSherlock groaned in irritation and rubbed his eyes. “Lestrade promised me a really good case if you and I would go.” Sherlock dropped his hands from his face and looked at John with wide eyes and a slight pout. John sighed.

“What’s in it for me?”

Sherlock’s eyes light up by the possibility to get a yes for an answer. “First of all, we get to spend more time together, doing what we love the most. The adrenaline pumping through our veins, running side by side, chasing criminals. I bet there’ll be lots of legwork. Might even need a gun,” he cocked an eyebrow, “and who is to handle that than the one and only Captain Watson?” Sherlock looked hopefully at John, hands still in the air after wild gesticulations.

John put a hand on Sherlock’s hip and kissed the side of his mouth. “i better get dressed then.” John chuckled and walked into the bedroom.

As they were sitting in the cab, side by side, Sherlock broke the silence.

“Oh, I forgot.” He pulled out a small little plastic bag and emptied it in his hand.

“No, no way,” John protested. He pulled his face as far away as possible.

“John come on, it fits the theme completely,” Sherlock begged.

John didn't say anything, just looked at Sherlock. Sherlock sighed and turned his head to stare out the window.

A few minutes later they arrived and went out of the cab. Sherlock made an act out of being sulky; dragging his feet and making himself small.

“Oh fuck it,” John sighed, “hand it over.” He reached out his hand. Sherlock beamed and handed the bag to John. John stuck the mustache on his face, and in they went smiling.

This is a bit late, but better late than never

@sherlockinktober

Another day, another topic based on @sherlockinktober. This one was a bit tricky, but I managed to come up with something. SO. Enjoy!

‘Find the grey bloke 1-0. Blonde hair. BG’s. - SH’ 

“John? John, mate, I need your help” Lestrade murmured, looking at the other man with with a frown. He was rubbing his temples, ignoring the scotch standing next to him. 

“Hm?” the blonde glanced up, setting his glass down. “All right?” 

“Yes, well, yes. But there is this case…” he started, but John quickly cut him off. 

“Greg, you know it’s better to ask Sherlock.” “Yes, I did, but I didn’t understand a word he sent me.” “Well he is the expert when it comes to cases.” “And you are the expert when it comes to Sherlock Holmes.” John froze. There it was. 

Although his friends knew Holmes much longer, they still believed there was a strong, deep bond between him and his flatmate. Much deeper than between anybody else. And to be honest, that was true. They understood each other, they needed each other. They were much more than they had realised. 

“Fine” John nodded, moving to look at the phone. “Find the grey.. hmm…” he hummed quietly, soon beginning to type out a response. When he handed the phone back to the other man, all Greg saw was a response John had sent to Sherlock. 

‘A man wearing a grey hoodie, with blonde hair, working as a chef in Blue Gardens’.

Greg blinked, looking up at him and back at the phone. He would never understand how those two understood each other… Soon enough a reply came. Detective Inspector snorted. 

‘Thank you, John. - SH’

And then another one, simple, but enough to make John smile to himself, hiding his face behind the glass of scotch.