'Lock Holmes

All the powers in the u n i v e r s e are already ours. It is we who have put our hands before our eyes and cry that it is dark. --------------------------------- [AU Young Sherlock account. I own everything about this Sherlock except his name and face. Read the About above. Will RP with anyone.]

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Things to be grateful for in 2017: Mycroft‘s precise, slow and elegant body movements, pt. 1

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Celebrate You

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Jude leaned against the table, watching ‘Lock come forward. A slight smirk appeared even as he shrugged the shoulder. “You didn’t.” Really he couldn’t remember how he found out. “But it ‘elps tha’ ‘s the day before Jasmine’s.” He cleared his throat after tugging on his ear a little. “They aren’t fancy an’ I migh’ ‘ave gotten things far too useful for you. But I couldn’t let it pass.”

‘Lock grinned, leaning forward when he reached Jude to press a kiss to his boyfriend’s forehead. “Well thank you. I haven’t celebrated in...well, a while.” He swung his legs over a three-legged wooden stool and carefully placed his coffee down where it wouldn’t get knocked over onto the presents. 

He unwrapped them one at a time: a truly enormous cappuccino mug, Death Wish coffee (which made him grin and wiggle slightly with excitement), an orange beanie with animal ears, a soft blanket, and bandaids with rude sayings on them.

‘Lock wasn’t the tearing up kind of person, but if he had been, he would be. He reached over and tugged Jude to him, attacking him with kisses and a grin. “You’re the best you know.”

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January 6, 2017

Happy birthday, ‘Lock Holmes. 

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Death is a charade; You don’t have to feel safe to feel u n a f r a i d.

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Celebrate You

It’s not much. Not in the grand scheme of things. But Jude, being who he is, just can’t let ‘Lock’s birthday without so much as a mention. Which is why ‘Lock will find himself the proud owner of a hoard of gifts–all wrapped in skull wrapping paper–carefully set on his work table.

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‘Lock was getting himself coffee from the machine upstairs while this magic trick was being performed - and he stood in the doorway, shoulder against the jamb as he contemplated the truly impressive mess of presents on his table. He sips his coffee, a hand in his sweatpants pocket, as he approaches the table and examines them. “I don’t remember telling you my birthday, you know.” He comments casually, amused. Birthdays aren’t a huge thing for him - hard to be when you’re not sure how old you are - but he is secretly pleased that Jude figured it out.

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A small sound of approval just barely escaped her when her own experiment proved to be successful. Her hands moved up, tangling in his hair as he kept her close. 

When his hands slipped from her hips to just under the hem of her shirt, she was the one to gasp. A shiver ran up her spine at his touch. “Jesus Christ,” she uttered softly before giving his hair a big of a tug. “You taste like coffee, you know that?”

‘Lock grinned when she pressed her fingers into his hair and mentioned the way he tasted. “That’s entirely your fault,” he accused with a smile. “Your coffee is the best in town.” It was true - the way she made her coffee was far too addictive. 

He curled his hands at the small of her back before pulling her closer to him, their chests pressing together. “You taste like home,” he murmured against her lips, nipping her lower hard. 

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With just one cup of hot chocolate, some ranting, some kisses and a little shifting Mae’s day had suddenly went from less than stellar to amazing. Only part of that was from the hot chocolate. 

Hearing ‘Lock’s sudden gasp made her grin shift towards a smirk as she repeated the action once more–Just to see if she could get him to make that noise again.

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Naturally, he did make the sound, his fingers digging into her hips to bring her closer to him. Anything he could to do improve an otherwise probably terrible day for his girlfriend, he’d do - especially since Victor typically was the one to make them slightly less awful,

He slid his hands slightly up the back of her shirt, pleased that she’d responded positively to his motions, and lightly scraped his blunt nails down her spine, pulling her ever closer to him while he nibbled on her lower lip; all of his efforts were to distract her from the terrible day she’d had. He hoped he was making a small dent.

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‘We Have An Arrangement’ AU:

1. Everyone has their own room in Trevor Manor. But there is also a bedroom that Mae, Victor, and ‘Lock share when they all want to cuddle. That one has the biggest bed. Mae tries to be near the edge because she wakes up fairly early most days. Victor gets the middle. And ‘Lock gets the other side because he sometimes has insomnia and doesn’t feel like climbing over people to get out of bed.

2. ‘Lock will intentionally flip the bird at any paparazzi that become far too pushy. He almost came to blows with one a few times before Mae dragged him away. Now he just makes sure they can’t sell their pictures.

3. Some of Victor’s favorite nights are ones where they don’t have to go anywhere. He’s a homebody at heart AND it means that he doesn’t have to get dressed up. Mae busy him some really soft pajamas for those nights.

4. They all take care of each other. Victor and Mae remind ‘Lock to eat when he gets so far into his experiments that he loses track of time. ‘Lock helps Mae organize the pantry (He’s not always good at remembering to eat but he’s great with systems). Mae will make phone calls in Victor’s stead when she notices that his anxiety about them is high (or she makes sure that she’s nearby if it’s one he has to make himself).

5. The three of them have a game where they’ll go out together and see just what angle the tabloids come up with depending on the grouping. All three of them. Just Mae and Victor. ‘Lock and Vic. ‘Lock and Mae.

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Jude snorted. “Us being my siblings an’ I. I’ve yet to meet a younger version of you.”

“I think that’s something we can be thankful for. I have a feeling younger me was a bit of a prick.” Victor would know that better than ‘Lock would, since his memory was still sometimes fuzzy, though.

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“Wha'ver you do, don’t let any of us–the small versions of us–get tha’. We’d take days to come down from the ceiling.”

“Small versions of us. Are you saying you have a pocket ‘Lock that I don’t know about?”

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This Coffee Is So Strong It Might Kill You

An Australian barista has developed a coffee that promises up to 18 hours of “up time” and contains half of the lethal dose of caffeine.

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“You’re a mess.” Though it’s spoken with such affection that it’s clear he doesn’t consider it bad in any way. “Winter will ‘ave you freezing your arse off withou’ a jacket. Then your movements will be very off.”

‘Lock beams a bit at the affection in Jude’s voice while he types more into his laptop, leaning still against the other. “Not if I move quickly, they won’t.~ I can be quite quick with my hands when I need to be.” 

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A soft noise escapes him then, one of contentment that isn’t fleeting. It’s one that speaks to comfort and ease. Which is nice. Jude wrinkles his nose slightly, making a face as he does so. “’Ow comes they never give you one of those nice jackets I see the other people wear?”

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The sound of contentment settles into ‘Lock’s bones and he smiles, pleased that he can bring that out from Jude. The question causes him to wrinkle his nose. “They inhibit my movements,” he whines. “It’s difficult to be precise when you’re swimming in a one-size-fits-all jacket.”

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'Lock barely looks up before responding, “I’m not entirely sure you’d want to be resting your chin on my shoulder if you did know what it was.” There’s a teensy grin brewing there somewhere, mostly at the fact that Jude is near him.

“Bit too late for tha’,” he replies, fairly laconically. “I guess the real question ‘s Where’s the origins of the crime scene on your shirt?” As he speaks he makes a mental note to pick up a package of shirts for ‘Lock. Cheap. Comfy. And in multiples. Perfect for him.

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‘Lock turns his head to kiss the top of Jude’s casually, nosing in his hair for a breath before going back to his computer. “Down on Kipling street. Man was murdered. Don’t worry, none of this is actually blood or.. well, him. Just chemicals from tests that got a little out of hand.” Oh, soft shirts that he doesn’t have to pay much attention to when picking out what to wear. What heaven

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When someone asks you if you had a good end to your year, you aren't meant to be brutally honest. You're meant to say, "Yeah fine, yours?"

It's only polite.