John and Sherlock are professional tennis players and it’s Wimbledon. One is a broken almost was at the end of his career, the other an arrogant rising star tipped for greatness. It should have been a straightforward tournament. It really should have been. How were they to know that a chance encounter would change everything?
“Love and tennis don’t mix, John. In tennis, love means you lose.” (Loved the tennis puns)
Who knew Sherlock Holmes as a tennis prodigy using his deductive/seductive skills to find his opponents’ weaknesses would make so much sense? The dynamic with fellow tennis player Watson was utterly scrumptious and I ate every crumb.
(I read this while listening to the Heated Rivalry soundtrack. 10/10 experience, can recommend.)
TennisLock. Sensational stuff. I loved everything: the canonical & BBC fidelity, the plot, the seamlessness...but what stood out for me was how the portrayal of Sherlock went from being somewhat unsympathetic (I love the idea of a virginal Sherlock) but irresistible nevertheless to abso-fucking-lutely heartbreakingly beautiful. His vulnerability clenched my heart. I fell harder in love with these two than I ever was (was that even possible?). Found myself wishing I understood tennis, but that didn't make the match descriptions any less heart-pounding. A long read, these two. I stayed up the whole night to finish, but so worth it.
I can’t keep track how many times I have read this fanfic, but it never disappoints. I’ve always been a sucker for the movie ‘Wimbledon’ and if you cross that idea with Sherlock it’s going to be a blast. This definitely sits in my top 5 list of Sherlock fanfics.