Art and Obligation | Chapter 1

Pairing: John/Paul

Rating: Nc-17 (G, for this chapter) 

Set in: 1820s (au)

Summary:  John Lennon works as the apprentice of a well-known portraitist and is tasked to do the picture of the young Mr Paul McCartney. He is the son of Jim McCartney, a wealthy and powerful landowner, and has the reputation of an arrogant, spoilt brat with a pretty face, who has a way of wrapping anyone around his finger. But soon John finds that things are not as straightforward as they may seem.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Beatles and this is fictional. I do not make money off this.

Author’s note: I’m so excited to start this fic. I have some great idea for it, so I hope you all will enjoy it just as much as I will. I know you have been waiting patiently for a long time, so I hope it holds up to your expectations. I tried to make my language a bit more “formal” at first, but it will loosen a bit later on. I just wanted to try it out. It will have angst, fluff, smut and plenty of drama as usually, so enjoy and please let me know what you think!! :)

There weren’t many people who could remember a time before the McCartneys had been one of the most prominent families in the north of England, especially around the city of Liverpool. The impact they had had on the city and its people was astounding, the family having ties with many of the most influential persons in and outside of the city, like lawyers, judges, officers, bankers, doctors, clergymen, merchants, and successful entrepreneurs, as well as other landowners. Not a day went by when the McCartney family was not at least mentioned in passing, leaving few with the ability to imagine a time the family had not been or would not be around, their influence and power reaching far beyond their own land.

Their large estate, that stood some miles off from the city, doomed up high upon the hill onto which the fast-growing city had been built, giving the impression of an ever watchful eye overlooking the city with a scrutinising gaze. It was a gorgeous manor house. A fine piece of Carolean architecture, built around the 1690s in a H-shaped floor plan, and faced with gorgeous, smooth sandstone, that coloured golden in the evening light of the autumn sun. The outside was completely symmetrical, decorated with false windows that were just so placed as to provide perfect symmetry. The building as a whole was large with two floors, a grand attic, and a basement, all housed under one dark grey tiled roof, with a copula in the centre.

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Hey guys

So, in light of everything that’s happened lately in a certain someone’s life, which I won’t be expanding on, I’d like to give some reassurance where I can. I’m dedicated to keeping this blog clear of conflict since people have differing opinions and I respect all of them.

I was inspired by a post in which @welovethebeekeeper addressed this issue. I’ve had a few followers who have become distracted as I have and I want to tell you that it’s okay. For a week, I’ve been so caught up in what’s been happening with the actors and trolling tumblr that I haven’t read and written anything to do with fanfiction. I admit that some things I read left me with a desire to stop with the fandom altogether.

Because I’m a Johnlock lover all the way, I’d experienced moments of guilt for enjoying the fandom. We are often scorned and ridiculed by not only casual viewers but the actors themselves and it can start to chafe. I was ready to give up, but then I scrolled down my feed and saw all the Johnlock moments immortalized in gifs and stills, the looks and clues and remembered. This was what I fell in love with! These two flawed, beautiful characters and how far they’ve come.

You just cannot give up before January! Sherlockians, TJLCers, friends: We’ve waited long enough for this. Don’t give up hope and don’t lose sight of what drew us to this wonderful show. Celebrities will do what they do and they should. They’re only human, but they are not their characters and we shouldn’t hold them to that standard. Unfollow some blogs, block some people if you have to, but it’s time to get back to the basics.

Signing off.


Protective Father Mode

Request-request for some John love? I’m desperate!! one where the reader is his youngest child and goes through her first real heartbreak and he comes through for her and comforts her? :) @itsrainbowunicornstuff

Word count-682

Warnings-Mild swearing and mentions of break up 

Tag- @evyiione

A/n- Again I’m really sorry it’s up late! But I hope you enjoy some John fluff <3

You didn’t have the most normal life. Probably the most normal thing you had is going to school. But you didn’t care. You have two amazing older brothers, a dad who most of the time can be strict but you knew he loved you all, and an amazing boyfriend. You met Zack in your history class and that’s where it all started. He is the most kind and gorgeous boy you’ve ever met. You loved him and he loved you … well that’s what you thought.

“Excuse me?” You asked Zack on the phone while unpacking your stuff in a motel. Sam and Dean were on a different hunt so it was just you and John. “(Y/n) your a lovely girl and so beautiful but I don’t think it’s going to work out. I feel we both can find someone better do you understand?”  He was using kind words but you could tell he wanted one of your friends whose he’s been talking to behind your back. “Screw. You.” You say holding the tears back and hanging up. “

“ARGH!” You scream throwing your phone at the wall, causing the phone to smash. “(Y/n)?! (Y/n) what is it?” John asked barging into the spare room with his gun ready to shoot any evil son of a bitch.“Daddy…” You cried falling to the floor and gripping your hair tightly. “Sweetheart?” John said softly and made his way towards you.

Your dad crouched down in front of you and slowly removed your hands from your hair. “What happened?” He asked. “Zack…Zack broke up with me.” You say sobbing into your hands. “Oh (Y/n) I’m so sorry.” John says pulling you into a hug. “It’s okay it’s okay.” He whispered rubbing your back and rocking you slightly. It was rare your dad showed comfort like this but when he did it made you feel better.“ I thought he loved me.” You say against his chest. “Do you want me to call Sam and Dean?” He says pulling away slightly. You sniffled and shook your head. “Not yet.” “Well let’s get you on the bed so your more comfy.” And without warning he lifted you up causing you to burst out laughing. “There’s the beautiful, happy girl I know. "He says giving you a kiss on your forehead then walking out.

It was a few minutes until your dad came back and you saw what he had. A load of chocolate bars, popcorn and soda. "Dad we have a hunt…” “Not any more your not in the right state of mind to hunt. So we are gonna have some father and daughter time and that’s an order.” He says sitting on the bed, wrapping an arm around you and turning the T.V on. “Thanks dad.” You say laying on his chest.

“He didn’t deserve you in the first place you know.” John says picking up all the chocolate wrappers and throwing them in the bin. “It was my fault…I’m not pretty enough and I was probably really mean.” You say looking down with unshed tears. “(Y/n)!” John said loudly causing your head to snap up. A look of horror and confusement was plastered on his face. “You are the most beautiful girl anyone could as for! Your mom…” You could tell he was holding back the tears. “Your mom was the most beautiful woman I ever met. Now she’s passed your now the most gorgeous and kind-hearted girl I know. Keep your head up princess ,otherwise your crown will fall,” Without hesitation you ran up to him and wrapped him in a tight hug. “Your even more bad-ass than your brothers.” He whispered causing you to chuckle. “Thanks dad your the best.” You say smiling softly.

“I’m still gonna kill the son of a bitch.” John said putting his jacket on and grabbing his keys. “I’ll help!” You say putting on your jacket and following your dad out the door as he ruffled your hair. As you sat in the car you stared out the window smiling…no one in this world can love a girl more than her father does.

Oh my god..

I haven’t been on tumblr in ages holy crap. Is anyone still on here? I’m considering trying to be more active again (I downloaded the app yay) but no promises haha. I know chances are very little that anyone will see this, but it’s worth a try. Let me know if you do see this and would like to hear more. Do you even remember me? Probably not.. Sorry! 😳

A Study in Pink sets the stage for all of our future expectations. Nothing in this show is done by accident, and the way it is all handled is masterful. Seeds are sewn in this first episode that will never cease to matter throughout the duration of the show.

Take the first meal Sherlock and John share together at Angelo’s, where Angelo insists that the pair must have a candle for their table:

It seems like sort of a “joke” in a way–something that could easily be brushed off if we didn’t all know that TJLC is real. And the candle thing continues to be a theme. Illumination itself is a subtle theme throughout the show, with all the color-coded lights and the fact that Sherlock dubs John his “conductor of light” in “The Hounds of Baskerville.”

I noticed something recently when watching what is surely one of the favorite scenes of all Johnlockers: the reunion of Sherlock and John at The Landmark in the episode “The Empty Hearse.” This is the night Sherlock returns, supposedly from the dead, and interrupts John’s (rather lackluster) attempt to propose to his girlfriend Mary in a rather half-hearted effort to, in his own words, “move on” from Sherlock.

Notice anything missing from John and Mary’s table?

There’s a lamp, sure, but no candle. Maybe that isn’t terribly unusual. But look at the other tables in the restaurant:

Most have candles.

It doesn’t stop there. When Sherlock catches his first (heart-stopping; you can clearly see that in his face, just as it has been pointed out that if you isolate certain audio tracks in this part here you can hear Sherlock’s thudding pulse) glimpse of John after two years away…

how does he see him?

There is a candle placed strategically between them, clearly visible from Sherlock’s vantage point.

This isn’t the only throwback to Angelo’s on this night. If more is needed, I’m including this little bonus below. The writers have done this *so many times,* where certain words and phrases come back again. It isn’t an accident and it isn’t lazy writing. We’re talking about the combined efforts of two very good writers here, and though John’s nerves on this night aren’t exactly hard to pick up on, we get this cherry strategically placed on top:


How could you do that? Hmm? ;)