#lesbian johnlock

[shrubdrawsalot]

YURILOCK4LIFE

[victorianbeanbag]

Tumblr, I have a question. Who would you cast for a modern yuri adaptation of Sherlock Holmes?

[son-of-drogo]

Ok but Vico Ortiz as Holmes and Nicola Coughlan as Watson

[watson-holmes221b]

Now I do adore traditional johnlock. Its immaculate, the flavour is unmatched, however .....

As someone who is 99.9% not attracted to men everytime I see lesbian johnlock or just gender bent rendering of them in general my heart soars. Pretty lady make head short circuit. Badass captain doctor lady make the bottom in my really pop out. And the stoic, smartass, curly haired tall lady really makes the top in me show it's TRUE colours.

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

Presently Sherlock shut off the tap and leaned into the bedroom, a bit of foam still stuck to her lip, “Erm John, could you come in here a moment?”

I got up from the bed and joined Sherlock in the bathroom, “Yes?”

“Do you hear something?” she murmured, inclining her head toward the other bathroom door on her side of the suite.

We listened silently. Through the door, we could hear a sort of soft tapping and quick scrabbling.

Sherlock turned to me, eyebrows raised, “Do you think it’s.” She pressed her lips together and shivered.

I took her hand, “We’ll just have to. Look,” I opened the door a bit and leaned out into Sherlock’s bedroom. I could feel her leaning out above me. The room was dark, but in the shaft of light that fell across the floor, we could see a flash of movement and the shine of animal eyes.

“Oh god, what is it?” Sherlock hissed with a shudder. “It’s goblin-shaped.”

I pulled my phone resolutely out of my dressing gown pocket and tapped the screen to bring up the torch, and in its broad beam, there was a very small cat, chasing, and tossing, and diving after a rolled pair of Sherlock’s posh cashmere socks.

“She’ll put a run in them!” Sherlock said with a little stamp. “Goblin!”

I laughed, “Cheeky, aren’t we.” I pulled up the camera on my phone and took a photo.

“We’ll be taking these photos to the police as evidence,” Sherlock called after the darting kitten.

Excerpt from Blooming, part 5 of Your Many Tendencies! This fic is complete, and Chapter 2 will be posted soon!

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

Our first show in Paris goes well. Afterward spill out onto the pavement from the hot theatre and immediately prickle into gooseflesh, despite my bulky layers and the cap I’ve stretched over my locs. Somehow it takes the sound of her voice for me to quite be sure of what I’m seeing.

“Sherlock!” John calls, warm and joyful. She’s aglow in the halo of a streetlamp, but she darts out of it toward me. I hadn’t really known how hungry I was to look at her til I could glut myself again. Her bright eyes, her broad dimpled smile. I’ll never have my fill. John rushes up to me and stands before me, and we gaze at each other, both a little breathless and too happy to speak.

John breaks the silence first, holding out the bunch of plump red roses she’s had tucked under her arm, “These are for you.”

Take them and bury my face in them at once. They are hot house October roses, and they shouldn’t be sweet. But they are, “Thank you, John.”

“I missed you so much,” John’s voice is low and helpless and very quick, as if I might flicker out of existence before she’s said her piece.

“I missed you, too.” She hasn’t touched me yet.

“I have so much to tell you. Will you let me take you out to dinner?”

Brain is sort of slipping about on a scree of deductions so that it’s hard to think in a straight line, even harder to bring words to the surface. Her ring is gone. The engagement ring is gone. Try not to stare, try not to even glance. It’s weird to look. Is it? Isn’t it? How long have I been silent? Too long.

Excerpt from The Feeling and the Doing by me, apliddell! Get the rest of the story on AO3!

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

u could write about one of them calling the other one cute idk if they'd be offended or they'd love it

“I can’t be cute, John! I am over six foot tall. That isn’t cute!”

“You’re my great big six foot tall bumble bee, and you are, unfortunately, adorable.”

“Hmph.”

[beloved-child-of-the-house]

“John, wake up,” Sherlock sidled up along my body to whisper in my ear. “I need your permission for something.”

I shut my eyes tighter, “You didn’t have my permission to wake me, but you did it anyway.”

“You can go back to sleep after you’ve given it to me,” Sherlock said against the back of my neck.

I snorted into my pillow, “That’s presumptuous.”

“Do you think,” Sherlock hesitated. She isn’t often shy. I couldn’t picture the expression that went with her tone. “Do you think you might like to have breakfast in bed? I was going to bring you some, but I won’t if you don’t think you’d like it. I don’t like it myself, but it seems like-”

“Breakfast in bed? That’s so sweet; I’d love it,” I leaned back against her, and she hooked her chin over my shoulder. “You spoil me.”

Sherlock hummed in my ear, “Thank you.” She kissed my cheek, “Go back to sleep, if you like. I’d recommend it, actually. It’ll be better if you don’t hear me swearing.”

I laughed, “I’ve heard you swearing. I quite like it.”

“I know you like it, John, but it isn’t atmospheric.” Sherlock dropped another little kiss on my cheek, and I turned my head to catch her mouth with mine. She popped up when she’d got me good and kissed, and I watched her pull on her dressing gown and look for her slippers from under my eyelashes. She paused for a moment in the bedroom doorway, “I know you’re shamming, but I’m too polite to point out your tells.”

I tucked my face a little deeper into my pillow to hide my smile and made a little snore.

…

I didn’t mean to go asleep, but I did go asleep, and I woke up to Sherlock hip checking our bedroom door open, a loaded tray in her arms.

“Did you hear me say ‘fuck’ in the kitchen?” she asked cheerily. “I had everything under control, actually. That fuck was for your sole benefit.”

I sat up laughing, “I fell asleep. But I appreciate the sentiment.”

Sherlock sat down on my side of the bed and popped the legs down from the tray before setting it over my lap, “No matter. I’m sure I’ll be moved to say it again in the near future.”

“I hope so. This is lovely.” Sherlock had cooked egg in a hole and fried tomatoes. There was a rosebud on the side of my plate, and I picked it up to sniff it. “Smells like honey.”

Sherlock poured coffee for me, “That bit isn’t for eating. I just couldn’t find a teeny little vase.”

“I’d probably eat a rose, if you fed me one, lovely.”

Sherlock tucked in her chin for a moment and cleared her throat, “Did you know today is your golden birthday, John?”

I dropped the napkin into my lap and picked up my fork, “What’s that mean?”

“Well you’re 31 today, and your birthday is on 31 March. That’s your golden birthday, so I’ve got to fuss over you. It’s the law,” Sherlock leaned in and kissed my temple.

I licked toast crumbs off my lip, “Well, if it’s the law.”

“I had my golden birthday when I was six. My mum made me a onesie with little sixes all over it.”

“That’s adorable! Too bad you don’t still have it.”

“Who says I don’t still have it?” Sherlock sipped from my mug, then added more milk.

“I hope you wouldn’t bring it up without also having one for me.”

Sherlock laughed, “Would you like one? I could make you one. They’re quite practical. Pockets for days. I’ll ring my mum and see if she’s still got the pattern.”

“Really, you do spoil me.”

Sherlock reached out to catch my free hand and laced our fingers together, “Happy birthday, John.” She kissed my hand.

I put down my fork, opened my mouth, and shut it.

Sherlock smiled at me, “Yes?”

“Can I tell you something?”

Sherlock nodded encouragingly, “I’d be disappointed if you stopped telling me things now, John.”

I grinned, “Well erm. I. I wanted to tell you that. I love you. Lesbianly. I’m. In love with you.”

Sherlock burst into slightly hysterical giggles and nodded avidly, “Yes! Me, too. Lesbianly. I mean.” She kissed me through her giggles, and it seemed to steady her. “I love you, too.”

For Bob @sincerelywrong because they share a birthday with John Watson and I love them.