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Wolf-charm is trying to kill me with gorgeous art dedicated to my fic and I am rolling around on the floor, trying to articulate my gratitude and awe at her talent. This is extremely sexy, just the simple act of holding hands (wrists?) and how Sherlock is coming closer just to talk to John. The expressions on their faces. And their hair. And everything. I am so done, I don’t know how to express myself. I am so excited to share the ending with you all when it gets finished, just thank you for being so patient and supporting me and doing all of this when I don’t deserve it. Your art continues to be a mastery to me, wolf-charm and I am truly humbled by it. Wow.
Colored lineart, made by beansterpie
Because lkughlakdfgt;kahyrt BABIES
THEY’RE SO HAPPY
Happiness. Gorgeous, glorious, happiness.
You know, as much as we focus on the heat and the passion and the UNF-ness of sex in fanfic/fanart, the giggly bits are fantastic too. I need to remember that when I’m writing. More giggly ‘damn it that position didn’t work, aw hell’ sex. Hm. Definitely need to do that sometime. :)
Exaaaactly. The joy, man. Gotta bring the joy, too.
That’s one thing I’m finding I’m missing in some of my more recent pieces. Everything is so damn serious. I mean, I miss stuff like this:
“In that case,” John says lazily, trailing his fingers down Sherlock’s hip (because he can, now, and isn’t it marvelous?), “did you really do the washing up?”
Sherlock turns to look at John over his shoulder. “Of course I did,” he says.
“What about that snake? It’s gone off, and I’m tired of smelling it.”
There’s nothing but silence and Sherlock’s eyes darting away as he turns over and buries his head against the pillow.
“Sherlock, really…” John starts, but Sherlock hops out of bed in annoyance.
“No. I’m not getting rid of it. I’m not done with it yet.” Sherlock looks ready to execute an almighty flounce, and when he turns his back to John, presenting him with a perfect, pale target, John can’t help himself.
“You know I told you to bin it,” John says, affecting his best no-nonsense, do-as-I-say voice, and reaches out quickly to lay a slap against Sherlock’s arse that echoes in the quiet room.
He tries to look stern, crossing his arms and frowning, but when Sherlock turns around, open-mouthed with shock and disbelief, John can only hold it for a second and falls apart laughing on the bed. “Oh God, your face,” he says between breaths.
“Oh, you’re going to pay for that, John Watson,” Sherlock growls, and tackles him against the bed.
“Yes, Sir,” John says, laughing. He’ll be more than happy to.
We definitely need more joyous, fun sex. C’mon, Roane. DO IT.
Category: Canon divergence: alternate meeting. Case-fic. Romance.
Rating: Currently PG-13
Summary: John’s life has taken several unexpected turns since his ‘Nothing happens to me,’ blog entry, but none of them prepared him for New Year’s Day, 2011.
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Smut
Sherlock pays a visit to Lestrade at his office after hours.
Is shameless self-promotion still acceptable? This is a little PWP Sherstrade story I did a while back that I thought would be a good submission to the Sherlock Rare Pair blog. Enjoy!Read this you guys, I lve this fic so much. And knowing me, it seems to be going into a direction I dread, and it doesn’t and it ends better than expected
He took a deep breath and dropped his hands, forced himself to look at Sherlock again. Sherlock, who had loved him for a fucking decade and a half; who had sacrificed everything to protect John; who had come back and faced him, and hadn’t asked for anything in return – not for John’s friendship, nor even for his forgiveness.
Nothing to Make a Song About by emmagrant01
Folks. This bugs me. Like, A LOT.
If the person you just fished out of *insert X body of water here* is still shivering?
Then they’re, essentially, fine.
No need to start flipping out and having emotional breakthroughs until they’ve ceased shivering. Shivering is a natural bodily function; it’s your muscles doing their damnedest to keep warm. It’s only when they’ve given up trying that you should start worrying about core temperatures and loss of limbs. (Frostbite is, of course, an entirely different matter.)
This *incredibly* condescending post brought to you by the fact that I see this fairly often in fic and it always bugs me.
Shivering is a GOOD thing. The shivering ceasing is the BAD thing. Please to write the melodrama accordingly, thank you.
As madame requests…
Sherlock stood dripping steadily onto the pavement, shivering violently; in fact, so much so that he couldn’t quite make his scathing remark at Donovan’s ‘drowned cat’ remark understood the first two times and gave up with a shuddery sort of snarling sound.
John kept one hand on Sherlock’s shuddering bicep through the bright orange blanket wrapped around the detective’s clothed but soaked upper body; John’s other arm held Sherlock’s beloved belstaff, safe and dry—unlike its owner—as he quickly outlined what had happened before Sherlock ended up in the lake in the first place. He even shared Sherlock’s deductions on where in the lake they were most likely to find the murderer’s previous victims’ weighted down corpses. If he glossed over why their murderer had a dislocated arm, a number of bruises and scrapes, as well as being trussed up tighter than a hardcore dom’s dream date, well, anyone with eyes and a few brain cells to spare could figure out what happened. Lestrade certainly wasn’t complaining; the scumbag had been easier to collect that way, and Lestrade, himself would probably have taken issue with someone trying to drown Sherlock, too.
"Water is everywhere, all around them, and he can no longer see the shore. He can’t see anything except them, and water, and Sherlock and their hands and mouths and nothing else.John collapses against him, but Sherlock’s holding him up. John can feel the other man’s breath, shallow and ragged, against his cheek and neck, hot breath against his cool skin. Sherlock grasps John, and John grasps Sherlock, with unsteady, slippery hands, sliding sliding sliding sliding against one another until John finally goes taut and gasps and falls forward, and Sherlock shudders and tightens his grip around John in a spasm of release, then lets go and falls back into water, face upturned toward the sky.” ♡
Commission! For consultingsmartass :)
The piece is my interpretation of the last bit of the fic "Water is another matter" Hope you don’t mind that I took some liberties with it :)
In which Sherlock is a… see title.
Inspired by this (GUH) art from flyingrotten.
Graphic smut within, so if it’s not your thing, don’t read any further.
“What?” The word comes out a little strangled. John stares at Sherlock. Part of him can’t believe what Sherlock just said… and part of him isn’t sure why he’s even surprised. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
Sherlock’s expression doesn’t change… except for the tiniest curl right at the corner of his lips. Bastard.
Another gift for Nana-41175; I sent it as a surprise with her package heheeh
Based on her fic, Captive Hearts. If you like medieval AUs you should check it out~
Northwest Passage by Kryptaria→ A Sherlockian Modern Classic
“TSeven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn’t truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes.” [x]
Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Pacific Rim (2013)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Stacker Pentecost
Additional Tags: AU, Compatibility, Flat-as-Mind-Palace, Pre-Slash, Jaeger Pilots, Alternate Timeline
Summary: John Watson’s a veteran Jaeger pilot with more successful newbie drifts under his belt than anyone on record. Sherlock Holmes is an upstart young recruit who hasn’t managed a single decent drift with anyone yet. But hopefully, that’s all about to change.
Notes: I just saw Pacific Rim last night and couldn’t get this scenario out of my head. I have no plans to expand it into anything larger, I just wanted to write this one little vignette. No spoilers for the movie, but if you haven’t seen it yet the story might not make much sense.
A few encounters between Mycroft Holmes and Greg Lestrade.
Greg is so, so drunk. So drunk. And it’s all Mycroft Holmes’ fault. Everything is the fault of one Holmes or another, why not this? Mycroft, with his umbrella, and his legs and his…legs.
A nice short story about Mycroft and Greg changing from friends to lover. Sweet and sexy. Rated M.
Author: Mirith Griffin
Summary: The Mayo Clinic prescription for hypothermia is this: Tea. Blanket fort. Sex. All right, it doesn’t come right out and say that on the website. But Sherlock can read between the lines.
Reader: Verity Burns
Length: 34 mins / Size: 31 MB / Format: mp3
Music: You Can Leave Your Hat On - Jack Lukeman
Download from mediafire: here