Oh but imagine Moriarty dropping clues on Sherlock about a certain “dangerous” location and then Sherlock goes around the city finding it, gets mugged by some gangsters, finds a meth lab, stops a robbery, solves a murder and at the end, Sherlock finds the place and it’s a rooftop and it’s Moriarty with romantic dinner for two with wine and a french guy named Lefou playing a violin
Can you imagine Sirius’s first Christmas visit to the Potters house? Seeing a cheery and roaring fire, pulling wizard crackers during Christmas dinner, making snow men outside and then warming up with a steaming mug of hot chocolate.
Sirius realising that this is what Christmas with family is supposed to feel like.
headcanon in which james potter spent his entire childhood thinking (knowing!) he was going to play quidditch professionally and for puddlemere united and have his name appear beside the greats like joscelind wadcock and on trophies and paraphernalia and textbooks besides but ended up being the man who sired the boy who lived instead and that’s alright by him