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New art for ‘The Heart In The Whole’, by the amazingly talented Concuelo (check out her other work!)
This is for Chapter 3, when Sherlock asks, “Why do you stay with me, John?”

New art for ‘The Heart In The Whole’, by the amazingly talented Concuelo (check out her other work!)

This is for Chapter 3, when Sherlock asks, “Why do you stay with me, John?







Artwork for ‘The Heart In The Whole’, kindly sent to me by the brilliant Concuelo
This is for Chapter 5, in Regent’s Park.

Artwork for ‘The Heart In The Whole’, kindly sent to me by the brilliant Concuelo

This is for Chapter 5, in Regent’s Park.







Artwork for ‘The Heart In The Whole’, from the wondeful Concuelo This is for Chapter 13, Control (aka ‘Sherlock’s first blow-job’!)






concuelo:


For beautiful Verity, Happy Birthday ♥


I am right at this moment looking at my Russian birthday present and listening to your music, Concuelo, having just heard the beautiful piece composed by ‘Poet of the Fall’. I literally have tears pouring down my face. Thank you so, so much, all of you… I am completely overwhelmed. Verity, x

concuelo:

For beautiful Verity, Happy Birthday ♥

I am right at this moment looking at my Russian birthday present and listening to your music, Concuelo, having just heard the beautiful piece composed by ‘Poet of the Fall’. I literally have tears pouring down my face. Thank you so, so much, all of you… I am completely overwhelmed. Verity, x







JOHN (huffily): I’m not a dog, you know.SHERLOCK (absently): Hush. Thinking.JOHN (after a while): Well, why do I have to be here? Go and think somewhere else.SHERLOCK (still petting): ShhJOHN (fed up): I do have other things I could be doing.SHERLOCK (scratching behind his ear): It’s better with you here.JOHN (doubtfully): What is?SHERLOCK (in his ‘this is obvious’ voice): Everything.JOHN (smiling secretly): Oh, all right then.SHERLOCK (kissing the top of his head): Shhhh…

JOHN (huffily): I’m not a dog, you know.
SHERLOCK (absently): Hush. Thinking.
JOHN (after a while): Well, why do I have to be here? Go and think somewhere else.
SHERLOCK (still petting): Shh
JOHN (fed up): I do have other things I could be doing.
SHERLOCK (scratching behind his ear): It’s better with you here.
JOHN (doubtfully): What is?
SHERLOCK (in his ‘this is obvious’ voice): Everything.
JOHN (smiling secretly): Oh, all right then.
SHERLOCK (kissing the top of his head): Shhhh…







Many things have tried to come between them.
Enemies. Circumstances. Misunderstandings. Death.
Sherlock and John. John and Sherlock.
The door didn’t stand a chance…

Many things have tried to come between them.

Enemies. Circumstances. Misunderstandings. Death.

Sherlock and John. John and Sherlock.

The door didn’t stand a chance…







Take the spoon, Sherlock.
It’s so hard to look at you, but I can’t look away.
Take the…
Heal for me. Be strong.
Take…
Are you even still in there?
I can’t… Sherlock, I can’t…
……
Take the spoon, Sherlock.
Come back to me.
Please…

Take the spoon, Sherlock.

It’s so hard to look at you, but I can’t look away.

Take the…

Heal for me. Be strong.

Take…

Are you even still in there?

I can’t… Sherlock, I can’t

……

Take the spoon, Sherlock.

Come back to me.

Please…







"Best out of three.""Nope.""First to five.""Not a chance.""I am not going out like this.”"I don’t know what the problem is - you look fine. Very… cuddly.”"You’re not funny."”Adorable, even.”"I may vomit.""Look on the bright side - at least the deal wasn’t trousers.""Ha! You’d never get into my trousers.""Could have fooled me.""John!""I can see you smiling.""One more game… winner takes all.""All?""Every stitch.""Oh, you are on.”"I thought I might be.""But this time…""This time?""…you can’t be Miss Scarlett.”

"Best out of three."
"Nope."
"First to five."
"Not a chance."
"I am not going out like this.”
"I don’t know what the problem is - you look fine. Very… cuddly.”
"You’re not funny."
Adorable, even.”
"I may vomit."
"Look on the bright side - at least the deal wasn’t trousers."
"Ha! You’d never get into my trousers."
"Could have fooled me."
"John!"
"I can see you smiling."
"One more game… winner takes all."
"All?"
"Every stitch."
"Oh, you are on.”
"I thought I might be."
"But this time…"
"This time?"
"…you can’t be Miss Scarlett.”







"You don’t have to let me in.""It’s not you.""I know I’ve hurt you.""It can’t be you.""I don’t expect forgiveness.""It’s never you.""You must have moved on.""Is this a trick?""It’s not your fault I haven’t.""It smells like you.""You don’t have to look at me.""Am I dreaming?""Just let me have this.""It’s your voice.""Just one moment.""Have I gone mad?""And then I’ll go, if you…""Sherlock…""… if you don’t want…""God, Sherlock, come here!”

"You don’t have to let me in."
"It’s not you."
"I know I’ve hurt you."
"It can’t be you."
"I don’t expect forgiveness."
"It’s never you."
"You must have moved on."
"Is this a trick?"
"It’s not your fault I haven’t."
"It smells like you."
"You don’t have to look at me."
"Am I dreaming?"
"Just let me have this."
"It’s your voice."
"Just one moment."
"Have I gone mad?"
"And then I’ll go, if you…"
"Sherlock…"
"… if you don’t want…"
"God, Sherlock, come here!







"I’ve looked at that picture every day for the last two years and I’m taking it," Sherlock declared.
"I’ve looked at it twice a day and it’s staying here," John countered.
"I’m not leaving without it."
"Fine. I never asked you to leave, anyway."
"John…"
"You can’t have it. I paid for it. It’s mine."
"It was my idea to pose for a portrait in the first place."
"Still mine."
Sherlock growled. “I want it.”
"Well, clearly we can’t always have what we want."
"I’ll bring it back…"
"You won’t need to bring it back. You’re not taking it."
There was a long silence.
"I don’t want to go."
"Then stay." John stepped forward.
"It’s just one…" Sherlock’s words were cut off and he was breathless by the time he was released.
"I don’t care," John swore. "Bad luck? Tradition? Bring it on. I will not give up a single night with you."
Sherlock glanced at the rings ready and waiting on the mantelpiece, next to the portrait they both loved. “Screw tradition?”
John laughed and pulled him closer. “It’s a good start…”

"I’ve looked at that picture every day for the last two years and I’m taking it," Sherlock declared.

"I’ve looked at it twice a day and it’s staying here," John countered.

"I’m not leaving without it."

"Fine. I never asked you to leave, anyway."

"John…"

"You can’t have it. I paid for it. It’s mine."

"It was my idea to pose for a portrait in the first place."

"Still mine."

Sherlock growled. “I want it.”

"Well, clearly we can’t always have what we want."

"I’ll bring it back…"

"You won’t need to bring it back. You’re not taking it."

There was a long silence.

"I don’t want to go."

"Then stay." John stepped forward.

"It’s just one…" Sherlock’s words were cut off and he was breathless by the time he was released.

"I don’t care," John swore. "Bad luck? Tradition? Bring it on. I will not give up a single night with you."

Sherlock glanced at the rings ready and waiting on the mantelpiece, next to the portrait they both loved. “Screw tradition?”

John laughed and pulled him closer. “It’s a good start…”