#femjohnlock

[somerandomartdump]

A very self indulgent fem johnlock art dump. Cuz I love my detectives pathetically sapphic.

Many of these are based on scenes from awesome fics on ao3.

I figured us fem johnlock fans are living on crumbs so i might as well share in hopes there’s some other weirdos as obsessed with them as I am ❤️

[butchgraham]

Fem Sherlock and John cowgirl au.

Where I made it👉 X

[eloquentmydear]

So if anyone wants to write a female Sherlock Holmes script you bet your ass I would kill to play lesbian Sherlock ENABLE ME

[butchgraham]

Fem John and Sherlock also retire and move to Sussex to become cottagecore retired lesbians. It’s cannon.

[newtkins]

moodboard: femjohnlock

[halfling-story]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Words: 1,907 Chapters: 1/2 Rating: Teen and Up  Tags: Parentlock, Discussion of parenting, Fluff, Domestic Fluff. 4 + 1 format, Past Drug Addiction, Femlock

1.

“Johanna?” Sherlock asked quietly. The two of them were curled up together in bed after a long, complicated case involving a kidnapping ring.

“Hmm?”

“Have you ever thought about, um, having children?”

Jo moved her hand from where it had been resting on Sherlock’s stomach, tugging gently on her shoulder. Sherlock rolled over to face her, still pressed close.

“Well, I mean, I think most little girls dream of growing up, getting married, and having a baby,” Jo answered, a bit awkwardly.

“Obviously, yes, it's hard not to when everyone insists on buying you baby dolls,” Sherlock said, making a small, dismissive gesture under the blankets. “But I mean, more recently. As an adult, have you ever… thought about it?”

“I suppose I have, a bit. Just. Um. Just in passing.” It wasn’t entirely true. Jo had always at least sort of wanted kids, always thought she’d have them eventually. Not knowing how Sherlock felt about the issue, however, Jo had kept those thoughts to herself.

Sherlock hummed thoughtfully but didn’t answer. Assuming she was thinking of a response or another question, Jo stayed quiet, waiting. Minutes ticked by slowly, and soon Jo heard Sherlock’s breathing slow and felt it turn into sleepy, snuffly puffs against her neck. Jo smiled softly and snuggled closer to her, hitching the duvet up further over her shoulder, and was asleep within moments.