It’s based on a scene from your fic, “Exceptions”. I just loved the visual of John in his undershirt with his button-up off his shoulders and lap-straddling is involved which is always, always good…..
“You should get a hobby, Sherlock?” John supplied. Watching as Sherlock screetched away at his violin and seemed annoyed with the world in general. Days were like this with no cases on …
“Like normal people, I suppose?” Sherlock quipped. Acid in his voice.
“Well - yes! Hang on! What’s wrong with a little hobby?” John asked, insulted. Waiting for Sherlock’s reply. When he didn’t, John simply mumbled under his breath … “well, you don’t have to be rude about it!”
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Two weeks later.
“So I hear Sherlock picked up a hobby, John?” Lestrade was following him to the cab, tight on his heels.
“Won’t answer a thing about it!” John replied, laughing it off. Somewhat miffed he wasn’t being included in the knowledge of exactly WHAT it was! Sherlock and he had shared almost EVERYTHING before?! “Did he tell you anything about it, Greg?” He asked, genuinely curious! Sherlock was being oddly tight-lipped.
“Not a word! Just says it’s a ‘mundane’ hobby? Something normal people would do in their normal lives … ?” Lestrade chuckled at the very idea, “Sherlock doing anything normal or mundane just seems … I don’t know …”
“Impossible?” John answered for him. Staring at the ground now. Thinking.
“Hope he isn’t terrorizing some local Yoga class?! Or worse yet! Scaring old ladies - crouching in the bushes of the park bird-watching?” Lestrade waved off as he jogged to catch up with Sally who was calling him back.
Definitely food for thought …
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Later that evening …
“Texting 'The Woman’?” John asked, trying to sound casual, and not petty.Watching as the lanky detective paced around, hands flying across the keys of his mobile phone.
“No,” Sherlock’s short answer came in reply.
“A case?” John inquired … hoping that might be all it was?
Sherlock simply kept on typing … ignoring him. Not unusual, but distressing nonetheless. Silence was never good when it came to Sherlock flying off and disappearing … and John really wanted to spend time with him this evening …
“Picked up a hobby lately, then - have you?” John was eyeing Sherlock closely. Warily now … “was Sherlock … writing?”
“Yep!” Sherlock popped the 'p’ sound as he continued spinning, pacing, and typing, typing, typing …
“You know … you could borrow my laptop for that?” John said, watching with wide eyes as Sherlock pounced at the suggestion! Practically throwing the phone aside and logging in quick as a flash!
“Well!” John was pleased. At least Sherlock wasn’t pacing anymore? But what was he …
“John, I don’t like people to read over my shoulder when I’m writing.” Sherlock stated bluntly. Listening to the breathing that just caught behind him.
John held a hand over his mouth and stepped back a few paces … “Is that?” he asked, biting his lip … “Archive of Our … Own?” John tried to contain a building grin as Sherlock blocked him and gave him a glare.
John managed to sneek a peek at the username before going back to his chair and browsing on his phone. Eyes growing wider by the minute as he figure out what pairing Sherlock was working on!
He nearly dropped the phone, turning red as he looked at the tags. The room was suddenly MUCH warmer. Normal hobby?? Mundane?? Hardly!!! Now all he had were questions?! Did Sherlock want them to be doing these things??? (Not that he would mind!) He plucked up the courage to ask:
i was looking through my private ig and saw this lmao this was, like, me 2 days into sherlock and i think i just finished THoB here (i stopped and stalled because i already partially knew what was going to happen in TRF)
I’m a bit stuck currently, so I am going back to my usual: romcom lol The Notting Hill AU nobody asked for :-)
In all the Notting Hill AU I’ve read, John is the bookstore owner and Sherlock the elusive star, I’ve decided to do it the other way around.
A first short draft of the first chapter, what do you think? Is anybody interested?
Chapter 1:
Walking slowly in Nothing Hill, John was at ease for the first time in a long time. Can’t believe how relax it is, so early in the morning. Before the crowd… before all the noise. The only movement was coming from the shopkeepers. He smiled as he smelled the coffee from a trendy little coffee house, followed by the sweet odours coming from a quaint bakery. He sighed, knowing that such a break was rare in today’s hectic life. Stopping at a corner, he hesitated between going left or right when a promising window catches his eyes. Hmmm, a doughnuts shop, that is worth a visit. He gingerly crossed the road, chuckling at the neon sign stating that “It’s always a good time!”. My body is not a temple this morning, Hell no! A free day is definitively a good time for a breakfast exclusively composes of a few doughnuts!
To his dismay, the tempting establishment was closed.
He looked at his watch, frowning, and to the little sign on the door. 7h22… but the sign said that it is opening at 7h on weekdays. Disappointed, he was about to leave to find something else to eat when he saw a post-it. “I am next door, please come and get me!” He chuckled at the abondance of little hearts and flowers penned on the note and looked at his right – a bar, presently closed, - and his left. A light glow was coming from the window and wood and glass door, with a number of books in the display it was evidently a bookshop. Stepping back, John read the gold letters, The Notting Hill Bookshop, before he cautiously opened the door.
As the faint sound of the doorbell dissipated, he watched around looking for someone. It was… not was he was expected. The small space was filled to the rim in books (of course) but also with a plethora of scientific equipment, vintage anatomic charts, naturalized bats. Turning on himself in awes, John felt suddenly overwhelmed but surprisingly at home for the first-time in years. What is happening to me… and… is it a real skull?
A warm (annoyed) voice shouted from the back of the room. getting him out of his daydreaming, “MS HUDSON, you’ve got another one!”
If you are a Sherlock fan (or just wanting some company!) then Please Come and Join the Sunday Watchalongs in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’. - We’re currently doing a complete watch-through of all the Granada TV series!
On 1st may we’ll watch two episodes from the ’Granada Holmes’ ‘The Return of…’ TV series & a Documentary. These were produced by the British tv company Granada in 1986/7 and starred Jeremy Brett and David Burke & Edward Hardwicke.
The Final Problem: (Link) & The Empty House: (Link)
All of the Sunday watchalongs take place in ‘The Giant Chat of Sumatra’ and we start watching at approx 20:10 UK time (People usually turn up from 19:45 onwards to have a natter beforehand!) Click here to convert to your timezone.
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This is Art, not only beautifully done, it’s also a piece that can show lots of feelings and tell us stories, even beyond the contest. Absolute. Bravo @willietheplaidjacket !
Illustration for the first chapter of my new fic Lost In A Good Book, in which John and Sherlock get stuck in a mysterious bookshop (or, rather, in L-space). The fic can be found here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38583930/chapters/96448695
Hey lovely people! I have completed my drawing of John and Sherlock softly dancing in 221b. As in my other drawings, I used tan paper, with red pencil, black pencil and white gouache. These designs really have therapeutic power for my soul!
Right under here you can see a pair of photos of the work in progress.
Utterly gorgeous!!!!! You have captured the height difference perfectly and I love the fact that their faces are telling us (but not each other) how precious this moment is. Sherlock’s long arms reach all the way around John’s back.