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White as Snow

On the morning after their wedding, John gets to admire the most gorgeous man he has ever seen in a most luxurious dressing gown.

A bit later that I had initially planned, but I just updated my Patreon with some thoughts and notes on the HOUN project.

Note taking and the endless use of paper scraps.

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Elephants today ♥

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Between all this funny mess that is the fake leak, shermit and everything else that went down this week, I feel the need to be the party pooper for once and remind you of something:

The Final Problem is recommended for audiences of 15 and up due to strong threats, offensive language and graphic depictions of violence (including scenes with e.g. a lot of blood).

I have watched the leaked episode and as I have a very weak stomach and am extremely sensible when it comes to violence in movies, I can safely say that these warnings haven’t been necessary yet.

To everyone who might be triggered by abuse, fight, hurt, injuries and/or extreme language, don’t forget that the episode that airs tonight will include such topics.

Please don’t risk your mental health for the sake of a TV show.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson Additional Tags: Fluff and Angst Summary:

“Alright, that’s it for today girls and boys,” Mrs. Hudson announced clapping her hands together. Everyone sighed in relief as it had been a particularly hard ballet training, everyone except Sherlock. The hard training was the only thing that blanked his brain, only concentrating on his body, the way it moved, the way his breath grew heavier and the sweat ran down his body. If he wasn’t dancing his stupid brain would think of John again. John. It has been four days now since John ran into him in the hallway. His hands had been full of medical books stacked up to his chin, and Sherlock had been so occupied with Mycroft’s stupid text that he didn’t see him either. Their crash was rather colossal, with all the heavy books landing on Sherlock’s already damaged toes. John had turned beet red, stammering one apology after the other, while collecting his books. When all the books were back in his arms John looked at Sherlock who hadn’t said a single word since their collision. They stood there awkwardly for some time, neither saying a thing before John said hesitantly “Well see you, Sherlock,” and walked away.

Hearing his own name, sent Sherlock back into reality and he first didn’t believe that John Watson knew him, well his name. But after repeating the incident over and over in his mind he came to the conclusion that John Watson, beautiful and talented John Watson knew who he was. Since then, Sherlock’s thoughts consisted only of John and how he could meet him again, without being too obvious. The only time he was able not to think about John was during ballet practice. So he did what he had done the last three days and begged Mrs. Hudson to allow him to stay a little longer in the studio. Mrs. Hudson not being able to say no to her best dancer, gave him the key and made him promise that he wouldn’t stay for too long and that he would lock all the doors properly. While the others were changing their clothes, Sherlock got his bag and went back into the studio. When everyone had gone, he connected his phone with the stereo, as he preferred a different version of the music piece than Mrs. Hudson used for practice. Finally alone with the right music he let himself completely go, feeling the music in every fiber of his body, dancing as if he had never done anything else in his life. He had put the song on repeat but when it started for the second time, the music was interrupted by a text message. Annoyed he went over to let Mycroft know that he could piss off, but the text wasn’t from Mycroft. It was an unknown number and the text said: “I’m standing here, looking at you and all I want to do is kiss you.” JW. Sherlock stared at the last two letters of the text, JW, John Watson. His heart began to beat even more quickly than it already did from the practice. Could this really be John, or was someone mocking him? But then he heard footsteps behind him and when he turned around John was standing right in front of him. “You look incredible when you dance.” John almost whispered. And that was enough for Sherlock to throw himself at John and kiss him.

Seductive Sherlock Holmes