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Johnlock on Holiday - In the Arms of the Ocean

Here's my contribution to @totallysilvergirl's 'Johnlock on Holiday' FTH collection!

Sherlock and John are gifted an Atlantic cruise on a luxury ship as thanks from a rich client. Will either one of them finally get their heads out of the sand and share their love for each other?

(Spoiler: yeah, they do.)

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Sundays are for Scoops

for @nerdsandthelike as a part of @fandomtrumpshate.

Thank you @lady-lostmind for betaing!

Rating: G | Scoops Troop, found family | No warnings | 2,394 words

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It takes Steve twelve hours to decide to go for it. It takes him another three days to get Robin on board. 

“These kids have you wrapped around their finger,” Robin huffs, feet scuffing up his dash as she sinks further into the passenger seat. 

“Like you could deny them anything,” Steve points out. “You biked across town to get Erica a pint of ice cream from Melvad’s because she mentioned her mom couldn’t find it at Bradley’s Big Buy.” 

Robin scowls at him, arms crossed. “Not the point.” 

Steve adjusts his grip on the steering wheel as he turns into the Wheelers’ and Sinclairs’ neighborhood. “This is going to be good for us,” he says, maybe too sincere for their usual schtick. 

“I’m not getting out,” Robin says as he eases up to the curb on the house between the Sinclairs and Wheelers. “The last thing I need right now is one of your kiddie friends stealing my seat because of some arbitrary rule.” 

“Oh the best friend privileges?” Steve asks, already opening his door. “The same ones you claim?” 

Robin flips him off, a quick, sarcastic smile pinching her face. 

He heads to the Sinclairs’ first. Steve doesn’t even get to knock before Erica’s opening the door, unimpressed. “He’s not here.” 

“Cool, not here for him,” Steve says. 

She pauses, lips pursed. There’s a flicker of hesitance, of something deeper, before she cocks her hip out and crosses her arms. “What do you want?” 

Steve leans against the wall and shrugs his free shoulder as nonchalantly as he can. Act cool, Harrington. “I’m having a game night at my place–” 

“Pass.” 

“Are you sure?” Steve asks, pushing himself back to standing. He jerks a thumb over his shoulder. “Rob’s in the car already and I’m about to drag Henderson out of Wheeler’s basement–” 

“I’m not playing with my stupid brother and all his–” 

“He’s not invited,” Steve says. “Scoops Troop only.” 

Erica’s eyes grow wider, just enough for Steve to pick up on it. He sees her hand ease up on the door frame. “I’m too old for Chutes & Ladders,” she says pointedly. 

“Good, because I was thinking Henderson could help us learn Dweebs and Doorknobs, if you were up for it,” Steve says with another shrug. He shoves his hands into his jacket pockets. “Or I could teach you guys Gin Rummy. Your call, Sinclair.”

She juts her chin up with a sniff of her nose. “Fine.” 

Steve tries to hold back his smile as much as possible, but he’s sure he’s failing miserably if the roll of her eyes says anything. “Grab your shit and meet Rob in the car. I’ll go get Henderson.” 

Erica slams the door in his face. He’ll take it for the win that it is. 

Mrs. Wheeler barely says hello as she opens the door, motioning with her head toward the belly of the house with Holly on her hip. “You know where they’re at.” It took a while for her to come around to him showing up for Mike instead of Nancy, but she’s finally settled with this new reality. Probably a lot faster than Steve himself did. 

“Thanks, Mrs. Wheeler,” Steve says, kissing her cheek as he passes. 

The wall of sound that erupts from the basement when Steve opens the door nearly takes him out. He pushes past it, jogging down the stairs, and snaps his fingers. “Henderson, time to go,” he says over the boys arguing. 

Dustin and Mike barely falter, only stopping for a split second to share a curious twitch of an eyebrow before they’re diving into another argument about some alligator of Star Wars or whatever. 

Lucas is watching them go back and forth like a tennis match, mindlessly shoving chips into his mouth as he nods along to their points. 

“I don’t have all day, Henderson,” Steve says. “Chop, chop! Let’s go!” He claps his hands, leaning over the railing to get a better vantage point to glare at the kid. 

Dustin rolls his eyes. “We’re in the middle of something, Steve,” he hisses. “Can’t you wait?” 

“Nope. C’mon. We’ve got places to be.” 

“Dude, seriously? You’re not even supposed to be my ride today! I biked here!” 

“Then shove the bike into the trunk. I don’t really care,” Steve says, shrugging just to piss him off even more. It’s fun riling him up, and as his honorary big brother, it’s Steve’s sole purpose in life to irritate him as much as possible. He takes his job very seriously. 

Dustin waves him off and turns back to Mike, who looks just as irritated by Steve’s presence but that’s not exactly new. “Ignore him. He’ll go away eventually. But you’re wrong about–” 

Steve looks to the popcorned ceiling and takes a deep breath. These kids, man. He propels himself off the rail and practically snags Dustin by the ball cap in one fluid motion.

The squawk of indignation he receives for his efforts only fuels him further. Steve drags him to the stairs. “Say bye, Henderson.” 

“This is child abduction,” Dustin squeaks, stumbling after Steve, considering he won’t free his hat or take it off his head. “I could call the police on you.” 

“Oh no,” Steve says, monotone, “I’m so scared of the cops.” 

“Hopper takes this shit very serious–” 

They both pause, breath hitched in their chest for a fraction of a moment, as they stare at one another in a silent panic. Understanding passes through them, quiet and heavy as they swallow their grief and move on. 

“Don’t fight me,” Steve says as he pushes Henderson along. “You’re going to like this.” 

Dustin groans his goodbyes to the Wheelers, then stomps his way down to the Beemer with Steve. 

He rounds the car, then groans even louder when he sees Robin in the front seat. “Steve,” he whines, long and loud, “tell her to move.” 

Steve rolls his eyes and slides into his seat. “Just get in, dude. We’ve got plans.” 

“Oh yeah,” Robin says. “Because this is so time sensitive.” 

“We’re about two seconds from Mr. O’Neil having me towed, so,” Steve says, cranking the car with a pointed look through the window at a pouting Dustin. “Get in the car, Henderson.” 

*

The Harrington House is usually cold and lifeless, but right now, it’s the warmest Steve’s ever felt. They’ve got a mixtape Robin made playing through the sound system on a low volume, a nice hum through the spacious rooms that shakes the chill from the walls. The dining room lights are dimmed and they lit candles for ambiance, the shadows flickering over their faces as they all gathered around the table. 

Dustin’s at the head, standing over them as he hovers over the papers strewn around the wooden surface. “And then, out of the depths of the forest, a creaking, eerie whistle–” 

“How can a whistle creak?” Robin asks, tapping her pencil against her chin. 

Steve tilts his head back, lips moving as he tries to imagine the sound in his head. 

Dustin levels her with a glare. “Just roll with it–” 

“But if I can’t imagine it–” 

“Then work on your imagination–” 

“Maybe you should use descriptions that actually make sense,” Erica snips, lips pursed as her eyes light up with glee. 

Dustin scrubs at his face for a second. “Okay,” he stresses with his hands in front of himself. Rushed, he says, “Out of the depths of the spooky forest, you hear a long, sharp whistle that sounds like a–”

“When did this become a spooky forest?” Robin asks, leaning forward. “You didn’t say that last time.” 

“It was implied–” 

Steve covers his mouth with his hand, shoulders shaking with laughter as Dustin’s face gets progressively redder. 

Erica giggles, hiding in her hands as well and then suddenly all three of them are laughing hard enough to shake the table. It’s so silly and fun, playing together and riling up Dustin for the heck of it. Even Dustin was breaking, plopping back down in his seat and hiding his face behind the brim of his hat. 

It’s all just so… trivial. 

Steve knows how much this game means to Dustin, has spent the better part of a year hearing all about it, but he’s never seen how fun it could be. And here they are, with the characters Dustin helped them build, learning how to play and barely able to function for just… fucking around. Granted, he knows that Dustin probably wouldn’t be this flippant about his “real” games with the other guys, but it’s a very special kind of reward to see him and Erica act a little goofy. 

The last time the four of them were in a room together, just the four of them, they were escaping a secret Russian base. So this is a much appreciated improvement. 

Composed, Dustin sets the scene again. “Sir Robin,” Dustin addresses Steve, “you have to make a choice between the paths. Do you steer your horse, and subsequently your party, down the right or the left paths?” 

Steve looks to Robin, who just shrugs. “Don’t I have a spell thingy I can play?” 

Erica shakes her head. “No, but I do. I want to cast a light down both paths to see what's down there.” 

Dustin considers this, then hands her two different shape dice. “Roll both of these.” 

She does, but Steve can’t be bothered to see what numbers they landed on. Dustin will explain it anyway. By the looks of it, neither he or Erica are all that impressed with the outcome.

“Okay, you’re able to conjure enough magic to cast a light twenty feet down the path, but you can only do one of them. Which do you choose?” 

Erica looks down at her notes. “The right one is closer to the sound, right? That creaky whistle nonsense?” 

“Yup,” Dustin says, looking smug. 

“The left then.” 

“What?” Dustin squawks. “You don’t want to see what’s on the right?”

“No,” Erica huffs, crossing her arms. “It’s spooky and obviously a trap, so we’re making the smart play and going with the left.” 

Steve points his pencil at her. “What she said.” 

Robin’s head bobs between them like a tennis match, face alight with pure glee. 

Dustin groans but scribbles something down, before saying with a mighty sigh, “You don’t see anything. It’s a perfectly normal path.” 

“Oh, that’s the trap then,” Robin says. 

“Definitely a trap,” Erica agrees. 

“They can’t both be traps!”

Steve shakes his head. “No, no, I’m going with their gut here. I take my sword and start hacking through the brush to make my own path.” 

The barely concealed rage behind Dustin’s eyes as he levels Steve with a look is all worth it. 

*

The game night becomes a biweekly thing. Every other Sunday, the Scoops Troop gathers at Steve’s house to play games from sunrise to sunset. Well, not really, but it's damn near close. They have a one D&D session per month rule, since both Erica and Dustin play with other clubs too. The other Sundays, they play classic games or sometimes Dustin will try to make his own or have them test out another game similar to D&D. 

It’s a good way to connect, especially when they take breaks and Steve can check in with everyone. It’s the only way he knows that Erica has nightmares and can’t do enclosed spaces anymore without thinking about the vents. Or how Dustin likes to walkie in the middle of the night for a proof of life check, but he didn’t think Steve would be okay with that until their third session – which is frankly absurd, since they’re best friends and Steve would literally die for that kid, so a little middle of the night check in is nothing. He and Robin are pretty in sync as is, but it’s fun getting to be silly and forget that they’re like adults and shit. Or close to it. 

With Dustin and Erica, they can be silly and annoy them to their wits end without worrying about life or death consequences. Sure, Steve’s house is usually in disarray after their sessions and he’s usually sick with how much junk they consume, but goddamn is it worth it. 

It’s a few months into their routine when the other boys show up. The Byers and Eleven have been in California for a few months now and their absence seems to emphasize Dustin’s absence every other Sunday. They show up in between their games; a rousing game of Monopoly has left them deliriously competitive for a Game of Life that the girls are setting up. 

Steve answers the door with a raised eyebrow. “What are you two nerds doing?” 

Mike rolls his eyes. 

Lucas scratches at his neck. “Is Dustin here?” 

“You know he is,” Steve says with a sigh. “C’mon, we talked about this at movie night last week. We take Scoops Time seriously.” 

Mike rolls his eyes again. “You’re just playing dumb board games! Why can’t we join you?” 

“How come Erica can’t join your little Dragons and Dorks game, huh?” Steve counters, crossing his arms. “You guys iced her out of that–” 

“Because she’s a baby–”

Steve goes to close the door. “We can do games as a group instead of movie night Thursday, but today is for the Scoops Troop, guys.” 

Lucas nods, a small smile on his face. “Yeah, okay,” he says with a sigh. 

Fuck, Steve really cares for these kids. “Come over tomorrow, Sinclair, and we can work on your free throws. Wheeler, you can come if you want–” 

“I’d rather die,” Mike huffs as he stalks off. 

“Suit yourself,” Steve calls after him. He turns back to Lucas. “I’m sorry, you know?” 

He waves him off. “I get it. Erica needs this,” Lucas says. “I’ll come over after Hellfire?” 

Steve holds out his fist for Lucas to bump. “Good plan. Do you need a ride?” 

“Please?”

“I’ll be there.” 

Lucas’ smile seems genuine as he turns back to the yard to grab his bike from the lawn. He waits until he meets Mike at the mailbox before he waves back to Steve. 

Steve waits until they’re both on their bikes and speeding down the road before he shuts the door. He’s got three nerds to beat at Life, after all. 

[stellacartography]

The Very Essence

"The very essence of romance is uncertainty."

― Oscar Wilde, The Importance of Being Earnest

Mycroft is not alarmed by sex. Or Greg's interest in him. But venturing into romance brings on a host of doubts that manifest in a unique and distressing manner. A tale of Mycroft learning to trust Greg and himself, of coming to terms with uncertainty, and of uneaten cucumber sandwiches.

5 Chapters - Complete & posting daily

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Thanks to my beta @pipmer and to @chriscalledmesweetie whose wonderful rewrites of classic literature as Johnlock tales inspired the liberal sprinkling of Oscar's words in this one. And of course @cumberbatchedandgatissmitten for prompting LB's grand entrance.

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@fandomtrumpshate gift for @theriverbeyond!! no text version below the cut

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@stephdrawsjohnlock is my OTP Fanart Blog!

Here's one of 2 of my @fandomtrumpshate pieces!

GO – :Come On, Dear: (FTH #1 for Box Human) Procreate on iPad Pro

I have a silly lil idea and let me know if it works for you. I was thinking of Nanny!Crow and Gardener!Azir in Aziraphale’s garden. Crowley is threatening the plants to grow better. Aziraphale looks apologetic to the plants and trying to move her away kinda like “come on, dear”.  I thought it’d be cute.

YAY I'm FINALLY finishing up my @fandomtrumpshate pieces this for year, and both will be done on time, shockingly! Both of my pieces were Ineffable Husband themed, and here is the first one! This one was a request from the lovely Box Human with the fun request above!

It was definitely a fun challenge, since I'm 1. Not good at backgrounds and 2. Not good at making inanimate objects look like they're sentient, LOL. BUT Box seemed to like it a lot anyway, so I am thrilled in the end. Spent far too much time trying to get the lighting JUST right on this one, but decided it was done. I like my giant sunflower LOL.

Thank you so much for this fun prompt, Box, and again I am very sorry for taking so long!

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This is my gift for @kormantic based on their fic for this year's FTH!

Here is the final piece, + some close ups, + an extra portrait

This was such a joy to make, cause even if I knew nothing about Teen Wolf, @kormantic came in with a folder full of references and an encouraging attitude and look at this piece that came out of it!!!

[safedistancefrombeingsmart]

The lovely @khorazir generously bid on me for FTH 2024 and gave me an amazing prompt that immediately excited me: combine Martin's characters Chris from The Responder and John from Sherlock and let them meet each other. The 1st ideas came quickly, but in the end it wasn't until September (!) until I finally knew what exactly I wanted to do.

What if John never properly disposed of the gun he shot the cabbie with?

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Thanks to @meandhisjohn for her encouragement when I was doubting myself and was stuck. This is probably the most complex thing I have ever done. 🙈

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Announcing: the FTH Playbook!

Ever since our first year, FTH has actively encouraged people to run their own auctions, freely sharing our organizational materials as well as a brief guide to using them.

This year, we decided to get (very) serious about overhauling those materials. We've made a lot of back-end improvements over the years, and we wanted to share them with others who might be considering organizing their own events. Even more so, we wanted to offer the very best guidelines and explanations we could, based on our (at this point) several years' experience.

It's taken several months and a lot of effort, but we're proud to unveil it now: our step-by-step guide to organizing and and running your own benefit fanworks auction.

In this folder, you will find:

an auction narrative (a step-by-step overview of all of the stages in running an auction, broken down into individual tasks and with recommended timelines)

templates of every form and spreadsheet we use to run the auction, which you can copy and adjust to your needs

individual step-by-step guides for using each of those forms and spreadsheets

In addition to the link in this post, you can also find a link to the playbook on our tumblr page.

The world is overflowing with urgent causes that could desperately benefit from some financial support. If you've been sitting at home wishing you could do more, here is your chance. Here is the sign that you can do it.

Also, please reblog to spread this far and wide! We want to be sure this playbook reaches every single person who might find it helpful.

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my FTH 2024 gift for aibari, from their fic Lockleaf Heart!

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@fandomtrumpshate gift for @gilraina of the Emperor and their Tav, Taroe 💜

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A gift for @rogue-bard who chose me for this year's Fandom Trumps Hate! I had a lot of fun working on this comic for you - thank you so much! :D

This is based on the first chapter of Indy's fic wherein Crowley is a sleep paralysis demon!

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FANDOM TRUMPS HATE: ATLA OFFERINGS ARE FINALLY HERE!

The listings are posted, ATLA made the top 10 most represented fandoms this year (lets gooo!) and the browsing period is Officially Open, with bidding begining Monday!! (March 5-9)

And there are some truly amazing offerings for this years @fandomtrumpshate charity auction. Click their names below to check them out!!

Offering fanfics, we have...

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So many amazing creators and offerings, and just in time for a renaissance, right? :P Find the fanart listings here! And the fan labor ones here!

(And if you're not in the ATLA mood--there are SO many fandoms represented in the event, I bet your current hyperfixation is in there :))

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My @fandomtrumpshate 2024 piece for the lovely @tawnyontumblr is finished! She wanted a scene from her fic Love In the Garden. https://archiveofourown.org/works/47532868/chapters/119791600

It is a fantastic read! Please check it out!

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Unremarkable

It's an unremarkable day. John has a date. Sherlock has a case. And both Mycroft and Rosie have just been shoved into the boot of a car.

A 2024 Fandom Trumps Hate gift for @podfixx!

Chapter 1 of 5 is now posted!

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“Celebrimbor in Eregion”

My third – of four – Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 contributions. This one is for Elrohir (@aowyn) who graciously bid on my services.

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Never Trust To General Impressions [Cover Art] by helloliriels, a FTH gift for @thetimemoves for this lovely fic!

alternative cover options included! (and i just had to try it on:)

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