#uni!lock

[maristrange221b]

Day 5: "Study" session

[4ngelc0res]

Sherlock Holmes, obcecado por lógica e desdenhando de emoções como meras falhas biológicas, depara-se com Molly Hooper - uma estudante de pa

Uma fanfic de Sherlolly que estou tentando escrever! É em PT-BR, enfim... espero que gostem!! ;3

[johnlock-and-tea]

Uni!lock material.

[topsyturvy-turtely]

turtely's OTP challenge

now on Ao3! (tumblr link)

read the (slightly improved) part 6 here:

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

summary: Just two flatmates making fun of each other. Well, maybe-more-than-flatmates.

General Audience, 850 Words. Developing Relationship, Friends to Lovers, AU - College/University, Fluff and Humor, and they were roommates:D

the amazing, perfect, talented @justanobsessedpan was kind enough to draw this beautiful fanart for this ficlet, when i first published this on tumblr! please give her likes and reblogs <3

tag list! (tell me if you wanna be added or removed please 💚) @helloliriels @catlock-holmes @fluffbyday-smutbynight @inevitably-johnlocked @hisfavouritejumper @rhasima @forfucksakejohn @ohlooktheresabee @turbulenttrouble @so-youre-unattached-like-me @totallysilvergirl @peanitbear @train-mossman @loki-lock @smulderscobie @timberva @grace-in-the-wilderness @chinike @jawnn-watson @whatnext2020 @escapingthereality @missdeliadili @kettykika78 @musingsofmyown @7-percent @speedymoviesbyscience @astudyin221b @francj15 @ladylindaaa @we-r-loonies @mxster-jocale @sherlockcorner @noahspector @our-stars-graveside @jobooksncoffee @baker-street-blog @macgyvershe @myladylyssa @battledress @a-victorian-girl @dreamerofthemeadow @oetkb12 @ohnoesnotagain @mutedsilence @jawnscoffee @raenchaosandcozyadashofmurder @lisbeth-kk @quickslvxrr @compact-and-beautiful @kabubsmagga

[myriath]

That guy from chemistry lab 3

A uni!lock fic nobody wrote (yet)

I think everyone knows the reference picture I used. I wanted to play a bit around with the basic brushes and really love the outcome of what was supposed to be just a doodle.

[musingsofmyown]

Uni!Lock anyone?

Mycroft snapping a picture of his little brother at Cambridge

i found this really cool picrew so it's time for a tag game, link is here tagging: @angel-of-fallen-dreams @the-purple-duck @toomanyfandomna

Picrew link here!

[tink27]

Johnlock Imagine

Asexual Sherlock at uni, in a relationship with victor who always tries to force sexual situations on him, but sherlock stays bc he thinks he has no one else (also maybe drug dependency). But then he meets John (who of course thinks he’s brilliant) and they have the ep1 scene but with sherlocks asexuality (”which would be fine by the way”...”I know its fine”) and slowly become friends and start to feel things for one another, John always respects Sherlocks asexuality and wants to be with him

[musicprincess1990]

Chemistry

For Sherlolly Appreciation Week, day 4: “This person won’t stop flirting with me, please pretend to know me?”

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Sherlock downed another glass of Adnam’s Rye, his jaw clenching involuntarily as the spicy liquid made its way down. The buzz came on fast, a welcome relief from the tedium surrounding him. Of course, no one else saw the dull display for what it was; the rest of the world believed this—the dancing, the noise, the endless gyrating—to be the height of entertainment. Including John, his flatmate, who was currently off carousing with the worst of them. Sherlock hadn’t seen him since their first drink, and didn’t anticipate seeing him until tomorrow morning, hungover and irritable.

“There you are, Sherlock!” a feminine voice called from behind him.

Feminine? Sherlock didn’t have any girl friends. Frowning, he turned to see the owner of the voice, only to have a pair of arms abruptly encircling him before he could see her face. Then she surprised him further by whispering, “Please go along with this. I can’t get this pervert away from me.”

He couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol starting to take effect, or if he was even more desperate to escape his boredom than he realized. Either way, his arms wrapped themselves around her tiny waist and pulled her in close. “Which pervert?” he whispered back.

The girl relaxed against him. “Dark hair, denim jacket.”

With a subtle nod, Sherlock pulled back, and she followed suit. The practiced smirk he’d intended to wear suddenly froze in place. Two enormous brown eyes stared at him over a lightly freckled, upturned nose. Her curled, chestnut hair hung to her shoulders, the somewhat frayed edges suggesting she had cut it some time ago, and had not liked the result. He wondered what she might look like with much longer hair, perhaps to her waist. The image that thought conjured sent a bolt of heat coursing through him.

He was attracted to her. Lord above, was he attracted to her! She was beautiful… and somehow familiar.

Sadly, Sherlock’s attention was diverted as the aforementioned pervert finally made his appearance. He looked completely sauced, utterly dimwitted, and randy as hell. He eyed the girl as though he were a dog (which he was) eyeing a particularly juicy cut of meat (which she was not). Then he noticed Sherlock, and sneered.

“Friend of yours, love?” the pervert drawled.

That did it.

“Boyfriend, actually,” Sherlock corrected, looping one arm back around her waist, and gently tugging her toward him. She complied without resistance, even put an arm around him as well. “Going on three months now.”

His face fell. “Boyfriend?”

“Very late boyfriend,” the girl interjected with a teasing scowl up at Sherlock. “Now, I believe you owe me a dance.”

Sherlock grinned, and offered the pervert a shrug. “Women. What can you do? Excuse us.” And with that, he took her hand and swiftly led her into the throng of inebriated dancers. Once safely in their midst, he placed one hand at the small of her back, using the other to take hers. Right on cue, the music changed to a slow, sultry melody. Sherlock pulled her as close as he could, cheek to cheek (or rather, his chin against her temple, considering the height difference). Across the room, the pervert watched their dance, crestfallen, before making his way toward the exit.

“Mission accomplished,” he murmured.

She sighed, her breath fanning across his clavicle in a way that sent another bolt through him. “Thank you, Sherlock.”

He pulled back to look her in the eye. “Bit unfair, you knowing my name when I don’t know yours.”

“Molly,” she offered with a little smile. “We have chemistry together.” Her eyes widened as she realized what she’d just said. “No! I mean the class! We’re in the same chemistry class. Prof-Professor Colburn’s class.” She cleared her throat softly, looking anywhere but at him.

“Ah, yes, now I remember,” he nodded. “You tend to sit at the front.”

“Mmhmm,” she squeaked.

Sherlock smirked. “Pleasure to meet you, Molly. Now,” he stepped back to dramatically twirl her, before leaning her back into a dip. Molly let out a peal of laughter that produced bolt number three, and finally met his gaze. “Would you care to see if we have that kind of chemistry as well?”