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'Ollo! My name is Alexandria, and I love drawing and writing gayness. Enjoy!
To easily navigate With Sherlock, see this post
To easily navigate The Haunted Strand, see this post
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***Main fandoms are: Sherlock
Cabin Pressure
Dragon Age games
Dungeons and Dragons game
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My first Johnlock of 2013!
Sorry again for low quality.. Still drawing on kindle fire…
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Art trade for Sorryforpartyreichen that I never finished ; _;
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canon Johnlock: The Science of Touch
The Science of Touch
canon Sherlock (Johnlock)
Post-Reichenbach fluff (little to no angst)
My second foray into writing canon Holmes and Watson. Once again, gentle criticism and feedback would be greatly appreciated!
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A month after my dear friend’s miraculous return from the grave, I was still in an elevated state of joy and relief. This was heightened by retaking my old room at 221B and my old position at his side. News of his rebirth spread like fire through the city and beyond, so it was unsurprising to find clients appearing only a fortnight after the announcement. We were happily engaged in puzzles and mysterious deeds and I couldn’t be happier.
But there were times, even as I grew comfortable in his presence once more, that a sudden fear would seize me to the point of paralyzation and the only remedy was to have him in my sight and press the long, cool hand to mine.
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THS: Discovering the Haunting, part 2
The Haunted Strand
Sherlock/John
Discovering the Haunting – Part 2
John could see the second the woman behind the counter understood he and Sherlock were together. Unlike in the past, her knowing look just made him grin and hug Sherlock’s waist tightly before the taller man wandered off to glance about the large foyer.
“Reservation for Holmes-Watson?”
“Ahhm. Yes. Um. Let me check.”
“I made the reservation a week ago,” John replied icily, glancing at the sign on the desk. “Ms… Stoner. Received a confirmation email that night.”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure it’s fine,” the lady said, smiling brightly. “Just let me have a word with my sister.”
“About?” Sherlock prompted, frowning at he walked over. “While the renovations are extensive, I see no reason to cancel our room, Miss Stoner.”
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Quick sketch is quick…but this drawing was basically fueled by this part:
“John fisted his hand in the dark curls, tugging roughly to bring their lips together. Sherlock’s weight sank onto his chest, fueling the lustful sparks and starting a dull ache between his legs. He felt Sherlock’s own hard length rubbing against his side and he grinned proudly against the demanding mouth.” - Exploring with Sherlock (pt. 1)
of this story:
by this writer:
This is also for all the frottage lovers out there. Grind grind grind.
OMG
*falls over and expires*
I just
Holy. F’ing. Shit.
You know you’ve made it when one of your favourite artists DRAWS FROM YOUR FANFIC.
OMG
*dies again*
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THS: Discovering the Haunting, part 1
The Haunted Strand
Sherlock/John
Discovering the Haunting – Part 1
The train rocked gently, nearly swaying John to sleep as he watched the scenery flash by. He breathed in the sharp smell of leather, eroding off the brand new set of suitcases Lestrade had bought them as a wedding gift. They were nearing their destination, a quaint mansion-turned-hostel by the sea, and John fancied he could already taste the salt in the air when he licked his lips.
The hilly countryside was giving way to rocker ground, the hazy sky of London far behind them as it lightened to a richer, clearer blue. There was barely any mobile service out this way, and he wondered if they’d even have internet access; cut off from the world for a blessed two weeks, no cops or murders or chases.
It was going to be perfect.
Or would be, if Sherlock would stop brooding.
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