Photomanip/digital art by Sherlock'sScarf.
I've been reading earlgreytea68's wonderful Sherlock WIP, Nature vs. Nurture. Unfortunately, my picture doesn't really work with the timeline, but it only happened because of my fascination with earlgreytea68's wonderful Ollie. If you haven't read it, you can find this delightful fic at AO3.
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I made the above photomanip/digital art to accompany Chapter 11 of Skyfullofstars' gorgeous WIP, Sherlock & John Rebellion of Angels: Acclamations. I couldn't get the image out of my head from the excerpt below, and as I often do in that situation, I had to create the image to soothe the muse. It's a bit like having to sing/listen to a song that has become an earworm, only with photoshop. ;)
I'm not going to explain the acorn - you'll have to read the fic for that. *spoilers!*
Excerpt from Sherlock & John Rebellion of Angels: Acclamations, by Skyfullofstars (reprinted with permission):
John looks down at the photograph. He ignores the fold lines and stares at the picture. Then he looks up at Sherlock.
"I knew he resembled you but I had no idea –"
"You've got it wrong way round, as usual, John. I resemble him."
John bends his head to again stare at the photograph. He glances incredulously from the photograph to Sherlock and back again. He frowns at the too familiar head of tumbled curls and wide cheekbones, pale skin and full lips.
Nicholas Holmes stands in the exact center of the photograph, a slight smile on his face. His right hand is on his older son's shoulder and his left rests on a very young Sherlock's shoulder. All three of them smile into the camera, but in Sherlock's case, the smile is an wide grin. John just saw that same grin, a scant hour ago, in the photograph in the library.He stares.
Other than the obvious glowing copper shade of Nicholas Holmes' hair, John could be looking at a recent photograph of Sherlock himself.
If you haven't read this wonderful series, you're in for a treat, but I'd recommend starting with the first part, There But For The Grace Of John Watson. These are novel-length fics, people - prepare for hours of fanfiction joy (and angst, of course).