#frogwares jonlock

[comeonsherry]

Cherry Blossoms

I finally got around to uploading this Jonlock fic that nobody asked for on here, lol. I mostly upload to AO3, and I turned a lot of my fics to private on there recently for reasons partly discussed in a recent post on here haha. Anyway, here's a hurt/comfort-esque fic. I LOVE it when people hurt each other and apologise for it. Genuinely my favourite type of hurt/comfort. Jon and Sherlock are sweeties. You can take this as platonic or romantic, I don't really mind!

Featuring a gif that I didn't know was by my mutual @spiteful-crow until I used it LOL

Jon had been pissing Sherlock off all day.

It wasn’t a nice feeling, to have someone you care so much about make you feel so desperately overwhelmed, yet, that was how Sherlock was feeling. He was certain of it, and it wasn’t often that he was certain of many of his feelings at all.

Jon did like to talk, he truly did. He preferred talking over everything else in the world, even Sherlock’s wellbeing, it often felt like. Sherlock often reminisces on a night when they were children, Jon simply couldn’t stop talking about their recent case. He was like a man possessed, Sherlock had thought, but then, Jon simultaneously often reminded him of himself in some ways. It’s strange what fantasies the mind will create to stop you from seeing the worst sides of yourself. Even if those worst sides happen to be the side of you that is desperate to talk relentlessly about yourself.

That didn’t mean Sherlock had to enjoy it. He was feeling especially… twitchy, that day. Almost every repetitive noise would set him off into a spiral of being desperate to just… scream, and maybe use the gun he had holstered in his pocket.

“Sherry,” Jon grinned, giving Sherlock a kick from under the table, sending a ripple of annoyance through him, resulting a harsh glare being sent his way, something his enthusiastic companion struggled to care about. “Look over there.” He pointed at the dock below them, where two seagulls seemed to be committing some sort of… inappropriate act together. The young detective barely suppressed a disgusted shudder, turning back to Jon with an eyeroll.

“Honestly, could you be anymore immature, Jon?” He snapped, narrowing his eyes and clenching his fist around the glass in his hand. He could see the other man thinking up a witty remark, and the very idea of it pushed Sherlock over the edge, cutting him off before he could even try. “You’ve been irritating me all day. It’s been constant talking, it’s always talking with you! Would it be such a burden for you to try being quiet for once?” He snarls, getting to his feet and pointing an accusatory finger at his oldest, and closest friend. Perhaps his only friend. “I’ve been on a thin string with you today, my friend, but instead of realising it, perhaps trying to offer a few steadying words, you’ve taken a pair of shears to it and snapped it right in half.” Sherlock rifled through his wallet, his usually pale face remarkably flushed with anger, a very rare sight. “I truly hope you’ve enjoyed yourself.” He finished, slamming his drink payment down on the table and storming off before his stunned Jon could say anything.

Sherlock found himself in his childhood bedroom not even an hour later, curled up in a not-so-gentlemanly way, his knees tucked to his chest, his holster, jacket, and waistcoat long since discarded to the floor, one hand running tensely up and down his arm in some pathetic way to self soothe. Jon hadn’t shown himself since Sherlock had berated him, and embarrassed himself in front of a cafe through of people by ranting quite heatedly at thin air. He liked to pretend that his absence was due to wanting to give Sherlock some space, but deep down, (though, perhaps not too deep down, because he knows Jon better than anybody else does), he knew that it was because he was in a huff. Another childish ability Sherlock convinced himself he had lost years ago, that Jon had somehow managed to keep.

“Anything to say for yourself, then?”

Clearly, Jon wasn’t so upset with his oldest friend that he couldn’t come and drag a disgruntled apology from his lips.

Sherlock simply grunted in response, rolling his eyes and pulling his knees tighter to his chest. Who said Jon deserved an apology? If anything, it was Sherlock who deserved an apology. His needs had been ignored all day, he’d been emotionally and sensorily trampled on every five seconds. It wasn’t fair.

Jon’s voice broke Sherlock’s preferred silence, causing him to pull the pillow over his ears.

“Right, and you say I’m the one who throws tantrums.”

Sherlock sits up, indignation clear on his flushed face. He glares straight at Jon, his blue eyes piercing the man’s soul, if he even has one. Which Sherlock assumes he does, because how could a man with so many emotions not have a soul? Perhaps that makes Sherlock soulless. He doesn’t particularly understand such things, and he doesn’t particularly try to.

He takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes. “I do realise that I’m not often one to apologise for things,” Sherlock pauses, his eyes slowly opening, pupils focusing back in on Jon like a cat’s on its unsuspecting victim. “But I suppose, in this case, it is necessary. I,” He breathes, “am sorry, Jon. It was wrong of me to have said such terrible things about you, and in fact, I usually find your chatter to be quite refreshing.”

Jon tilts his head, eyeing Sherlock up and down before giving him a brief nod, coming to sit beside him on the bed, where the other had now swung his legs over to have his feet meet the wooden floor. “Thanks, Sherry.” He offers a small smile, the gesture is enough to make Sherlock’s heart twist, a strange, awfully guilty sensation resting heavily in his chest. “I know you only said it because you were upset.” Sherlock shakes his head, hesitating for a moment before placing a cool hand on Jon’s own. “No,” He stops him. “That’s not any excuse. I still could have asked you to stop talking in a more pleasant way,” His eyes dart to the floor once more, “Jon, I never want you to think that you are unwanted. You are not. You are my closest companion. My friend. My… partner.” The words fell from the consulting detective’s lips like petals from a cherry blossom tree; soft and easy. Sherlock had never found it simpler to convey his feelings than with Jon. The man was his other half, in more ways than one.

Jon blinked, half-blindsided by the sudden words of kindness, half-filled with his own chest-aching guilt. “I know,” He gave Sherlock’s hand a squeeze. “I know. I really do.” He sighs, brown eyes meeting blue. “I owe you an apology as well, Sherlock.” It wasn’t often Jon used Sherlock’s full name, it was often some variation of ‘Sherry’, which Sherlock never protested to. Still, he wasn’t going to protest to this, either. “I pushed you too far today, I did. It wasn’t fair, I knew you were upset, or– or overwhelmed, or… whatever you were today, and I still pushed it. You would never have snapped at me like you did, had I not been the one to shove you over the edge.” Jon gives a hesitant nod, a way of recognising his own mistakes from the day. Sherlock appreciates the gesture, a weak smile crawling onto his face; the only one he can force his overworked facial muscles to produce at the moment. “For that, my friend, I am truly sorry.”

Sherlock lets his hand be guided to Jon’s lips, feeling their softness press to the back of it as his face flushes, practically cherry red. He looks down at the floor, almost too embarrassed to meet Jon’s gaze. “Thank you, Jon.” Thank you.

[wistfulpoltergeist]

♫Diary of Dreams - The Luxury of Insanity♫

[hey-sherry]

Happy Jonlock day, all~!

@jonlock

[jonlock]

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[german-garbage]

Frogwares Sherlock Holmes Summer Fest 2024 -> Theme: Beach

@fwfanweekend

[leynr17]

And yet, who was the true miracle?

This story with the "mage" boy turned my perception of this game upside down, and I don't understand why everyone is silent about it? We have proof that Jonathan can ACTUALLY be seen. This quest opens up so many stories and possibilities. Hey? Anyone?

[spiteful-crow]

[storiesbytoria]

My contribution for @jonlock 's #jonlock day! No specific scene in mind, but I was very much feeling "Comfort" 🤍 I have a quick writing snippet too that I'll post separately! (Unrelated to the drawing, but still in the same theme 🤍)

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So glad I managed to make something for JonLock 🤍😭 It's small, but I'm grateful to this event for encouraging me to put out some creative stuff for a pairing I absolutely adore 🤍 Excited to see what everyone shares!

[sharlotte1895]

a SHCO Jonlock memes collection!

[linz33y]

Fandom: Sherlock Holmes Chapter One (Video Game) Rating: T Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Jonathan (Sherlock Holmes Chapter One)

There’s nothing Sherlock wouldn’t do for Jon, much to Jon’s chagrin.

For the @fwfanweekend theme “Alternate Universe,” I come bearing vampires >:)

[ellbie]

props to Mycroft for posting two bails 😔🙏

[showingpitytowardsyourownkind]

and for the chapter one fans

Image ID 1: A TikTok comment by Jonathan Heart that says “Are they lovers?” with a reply from the creator, secret brittany that says “Worse” on top of Jon resting his hand on Sherry’s shoulder during the opening cutscene on the boat.

Image ID 2: A tweet by turtlekiosk that says “hey quit bugging me or I will inform you of a behavioral pattern that is noticeable to other people but I can tell you are not yet aware of” on top of Sherlock staring down a suspect.

Image ID 3: A Tumblr post by ewil that says “coping with the pain of living by being a little silly” on top of Sherlock watching Jon casually swim fully clothed inside the yacht club.

Image ID 4: A Tumblr post by manywinged that says “need one of those cones they put on dogs to stop them chewing open their half healed wounds but, like, psychologically” on top of Jon explaining the mental barriers in the mansion to an unamused Sherry.   

Image ID 5: A Tumblr post by starkidding-around that says “darling (condescending, with a bit of gay subtext)” on top of Verner looking intensely into Sherlock’s eyes, his face only half visible.

Image ID 6: A Tumblr post by handmaidensabe that says “*winks flirtily* and btw i am soooo haunted by the ghosts of my past mistakes and how preventable their consequences were. Do you want me carnally” on top of Sherlock looking over to Jon.

Image ID 7: A Tumblr post by internetenemy that says “superiority ‘complex’? i find it quite simple really” on top of Sherry mid-smug reply.

Image ID 8: A quote from Brooklyn Nine-Nine that says “i was born for politics i have great hair and i love lying” on top of Mycroft with his eyebrow raised arrogantly.

Image ID 9: A Tumblr post by girlwerewolf that says “need a boyfriend except he’s not my boyfriend and is just some weird guy I drag around with me everywhere” on top of Sherlock doing important detective work while Jon lurks, crouched on top of something in the background.

Image ID 10: A Tumblr post by ndiecity that says “I fucking love casting the first stone despite not being one who has not sinned” on top of Sherlock smugly interrogating a prisoner.

Image ID 11: An Onion local headline that says “Man Could Really Go For Unbridled Bacchanalia Of Earthly Delights Right About Now” on top of Verner looking solemnly through the bars of his gaol cell.

Image ID 12: A Tumblr post by greelin that says “he lived. served cunt. died. got resurrected. served even more cunt.” on top of John Watson, who has Jon’s exact face but with a moustache, as he meets Sherlock.

[wistfulpoltergeist]

♫MoonVampire - Afterlife♫

Amazing hair by @hezeh

[hey-sherry]

Steampunk AU of sorts!

[jonlock]

Friendly reminder that there is an older Chapter One concept art, where Sherlock and Jon hold hands.

Also Jon's hair is bleached, but that, uh...

[german-garbage]

Jon hums while he's painting.