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colourfulwatson:

almosttomorocco:

vitruvianwatson:

I’m just imagining a quiet Christmas day at the Holmes residence, Mummy in the kitchen, stirring the punch, and Papa Holmes sitting at the table reading the paper, making a comment every now and then about something or the other.

Suddenly, there’s a burst of laughter, deep and resonant, from the sitting room, and Mummy nearly drops the spoon because she hasn’t heard her son laugh that way in years, not since he was just a boy.  She looks at Mr. Holmes, and he’s looking right back at her, just as perplexed.

“Was that–?” he begins, but Mummy cuts him off with a hasty “Shhhhh!” and tip toes over to the door to investigate.  She cracks it open just enough to see through to the next room, and she goes utterly still at the sight before her.

Dr. Watson is seated on the sofa before the crackling fire, a book in one hand while he reads aloud, quietly, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth and a warmth in his eyes she’s never seen before.  But that’s not what has her attention; that’s not what’s made her heart stutter in her chest.

Sherlock–her beautiful, reserved boy who for twenty years has not allowed himself to be seen as anything other than hard and unapproachable–is laying sprawled along the length of the sofa, his feet propped up on the worn arm and his head nestled quite comfortably in Dr. Watson’s lap.  He’s still smiling, a remnant of his laughter from a moment ago, and his eyes are full of a mischievous twinkle as he looks up into Dr. Watson’s face.  Dr. Watson turns a page of the book, and then his free hand returns to where it’s been carding gently through Sherlock’s tangle of curls, his voice soft as he continues to read.

“What is it?  What’s going on?”

Mummy starts and turns around to find her husband right behind her, trying to peer into the room as well.  At first she isn’t sure why he suddenly looks so blurry until his expression turns to one of concern and he asks,  “What’s the matter?”

She shakes her head and takes a deep, steadying breath.  “Nothing’s the matter,” she says, and it’s true.  “It’s Christmas, and our son is happy.”

MY HEART. <3

I LOVE IT

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missdaviswrites:

missdaviswrites:

If anyone is concerned about a lack of recent Johnlock, here’s a list of the 143 BBC Sherlock fics tagged Sherlock Holmes/John Watson that have been posted or updated in the past 7 days, sorted by most recent.

Reblogging because I heard there were people complaining again that there’s no good Johnlock being posted anymore. This link updates continually; there have been 116 fics posted or updated this week. If there are over 100 still being posted every week, are they really all that bad? Really? You think there are no good writers still writing Johnlock? Really? 

I mean yeah, not all of those 100+ fics are going to be things you want to read, but there must be something that meets your standards, don’t you think?

loveismyrevolution: sherlockedcarmilla: blue…

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sherlockedcarmilla:

bluebellofbakerstreet:

Couldn’t make up my mind whether to do more punklock or more kilt!john.  So why not both?

@glenmoresparks, @deaflock

😍💜😍💜

Ohhhhhh… I approve very much of this combo 🔥🔥🔥 !!! And a kilt would be very convenient for certain in-car-blow-jobs, wouldn’t it @sherlockedcarmilla ??? 😏😏😏

Johnlock Prompt: Christmas foot. – Readingfanf…

Johnlock Prompt: Christmas foot. – Readingfanfics – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]:

writingfanficsfan:

Summary:

“What in the world is that?” John asked, making a face as he pointed to the plastic bag Sherlock was holding.

“For a medical student, I thought you’d know better, John.” Sherlock commented, holding up the bag for John to see clearly. “It’s a foot.”

“A foot. You want to hang a human foot up in our Christmas tree.“

Happy Holidays to you all.

This ficlet was inspired by a promptline on @soprompt and a wonderful drawing made by @morgendaemmerung89 that you can find here .

@chained-to-the-mirror @lavenderandvanilla

Johnlock Prompt: Christmas foot. – Readingfanf…

Johnlock Prompt: Christmas foot. – Readingfanfics – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]:

Summary:

“What in the world is that?” John asked, making a face as he pointed to the plastic bag Sherlock was holding.

“For a medical student, I thought you’d know better, John.” Sherlock commented, holding up the bag for John to see clearly. “It’s a foot.”

“A foot. You want to hang a human foot up in our Christmas tree.“

Happy Holidays to you all.

This ficlet was inspired by a promptline on @soprompt and a wonderful drawing made by @morgendaemmerung89 that you can find here .

@chained-to-the-mirror @lavenderandvanilla

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