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I actually cannot this is the cutest thing
That last frame is the best thing, the best things. SO adorable ^^
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Happy Valentine’s Day, tumblr! Have some silly fluff.
Sherlock slides his hands into the soft leather gloves John’s given him. They’re smooth and supple, hand-sewn, and of course they fit his long hands perfectly. It’s rare that he has gloves that fit so well, and he can tell John had them custom made. For a moment he’s shocked that John managed to get his measurements somehow, but then, the man’s always been more than a little fixated on Sherlock’s hands.
“John. They’re wonderful.” He flexes his fingers, marvelling at how well they follow. John smiles up at him, the look on his face fond but a little reserved. He knows better than to expect a gift from Sherlock. Of course, Sherlock reads it on him.
“I… I got you something. I’m just not sure it’s appropriate.” The look on John’s face shifts into a slight panic. “No, no! Nothing illegal, or explicit.” Sherlock reaches into the folds of his coat and pulls out a small envelope. He hesitates for a moment before handing it over. John lets the contents fall out onto the table.
“An MRI… of a heart?”
“My heart, John. It’s yours now.”
“Sherlock… It’s… perfect.”
Reverently, John holds the picture between his hands, his eyes watering up a bit. Sherlock has the decency to pretend he doesn’t notice as John slips the MRI into his billfold.
This is beautiful
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Did you ever think you’d see the day John Watson kicked Ron Weasley in the side
JOHN WATSON IS A DEATH EATER
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I was so alone, and I owe you so much.
click & drag.
CLICK AND DRAG.
HOLY MOTHER. IT’S MAGICAL.
CLICK AND DRAG, PEOPLE, DO IT.
*dies* This has got to be some of the best fanart I’ve ever seen. :’D
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They really like book ends in this show, don’t they?
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This is the look of a man who is realizing for the first time how much he actually loves someone. It is a beautifully painful moment because he only has so little time to cherish that love.
The way John says, “You could.” Always with the utmost confidence and faith in Sherlock. And that one last smile that John is able to bring out of Sherlock before they fall.
That laugh and pause are so brilliant… With those two words spoken by John… So familiar to Sherlock in their sincerity. He can’t help but laugh. John’s sincerity, his confident faith in him. All those times he has to exclaim how fantastic, brilliant, amazing he thinks Sherlock is. How much John believes in him as much as it baffles Sherlock that someone could care so much about him for who he is… And here Sherlock is trying to convince John he is a fake, a lie, and it’s same old, same old John. Yet Sherlock can’t help but laugh the most perfectly loving, slightly exasperated laugh, where the brilliant genius loses himself from his current intentions. And then that long pause as he just watches John, knowing this may be the last time they will speak to each other in a very, very long time, quite possibly forever. Then is dragged back into the reality of the situation and there is a weighted finality to his tone and fear. Because he loves John and and won’t let anything happen to him no matter the cost.
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SORRY ABOUT THE FIC
HAVE SOMETHING MAYBE A LITTLE HAPPIER?
You’ve gotten so old, John.
You look still look the same. Cheekbones and all. It’s not fair.
Well I died young, if you happen to forget.
I still remember, you idiot. God, how long it has been. It’s been tough for me, you know?
I know. I’ve been watching over you.
What else can I do here, John? There’s not much excitement up here in heaven. Oddly enough I’m shocked I got up here.
I’m glad you did though. Wouldn’t want to get your ass out of hell if you ended up down there.
Well it is possible though. Seen it happen. This angel called Castiel pulled a soul out of Hell, but enough about those trivial stuff.
Well we do have all the time in the world now, Sherlock. We can take our time sharing our stories to each other.
Yes. But how I’ve missed you though.
Well at least I know the feelings are mutual. But are you still fine being with me though? Even with my old age and appearance like this?
Age doesn’t matter now, nor does your appearance. All I know is that you’re here. With me. Welcome home, John.
HOW IS THIS HAPPIER KJSLHDKJGDLHGSKGH SKLGJH
BLAME RADIO FOR THE FIC PART IT WASN’T MY FAULT
Now come along John, I have to show you something! Even though heaven is a bit dull, I got some interesting findings in here.
Even here you still deduce and research?
Now that wouldn’t be me if I stop, yes?
Yeah, you’re right. So where are you taking me?
Well each person has their own little piece of heaven here. It’s not just all vast of clouds. It’s almost as it you have your own personal safe haven here. It could be anything that you want.
Oh? So that means you have your own piece of heaven then, right? So what would yours be?
Oh. Well this is definitely a very good friend of ours.
Yes, I know. And it is exactly as how I last left it. Welcome home, John. Welcome home to 221B.
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Although Watson doesn’t agree.
You should see my room… I must be brilliant!
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