TWO YEARS AGO I WATCHED THE REICHENBACH FALL AND THEN SPENT THE NEXT FOUR HOURS REWATCHING SERIES 2 FOR CLUES, TAKING 5 PAGES OF NOTES AND READ THEORIES FOR THE NEXT SIX MONTHS. TWO YEARS LATER, TODAY THIS IS ALL IRRELEVANT. I REALLY AM ANDERSON.
asked for by reichenrache, a high school johnlock au
“Sherlock, do you have the notes for English, I just need-”
“John, you know I have no use for notes. It’s in a room in the mind palace. I can give you the information for English if you wish, but you’re going to get an A on the exam whether you study or not.”
“How would you know? You’re not a fortune teller, just a bloody good observer. Yeah, I’d like the notes, rather than a full length deduction session, smart arse.”
Sherlock smiles a bit, just a one sided smile that John is very used to, before Sherlock begins spewing out facts. John doesn’t catch a word of it, he’s too busy with staring at Sherlock’s mouth.
“John? You okay? You’ve been staring at me for the last ten minutes and now your… Oh.”
John shakes his head, forcing himself to tear his eyes away from his best friend’s lips.
“What? My what?”
Sherlock strides over to him, staring straight into his eyes, which meant bending down quite a bit (Sherlock’s growth spurt happened long ago, and John is well used to the height difference), and cupped John’s face in his rather large hand. “Your breath has quickened, your pupils are dilated, there’s a blush in your cheeks. You’re- for lack of a better word- smitten.”
John was surprised, cause he was definitely not gay, why was Sherlock choosing to hit on him now, he definitely wasn’t smitten whatever that means, Sherlock was not right for once, and John was just opening his mouth to tell him when Sherlock leaned forward and did the unspeakable, the unbelieveable- Sherlock kissed him.
And John didn’t know what he was doing when he felt his eyes closing and felt himself kiss back, and he didn’t understand what had happened when he found himself clutching, clutching, Sherlock’s curly black hair and holding the back of his neck.
When they finally parted, John was able to get a word in edgewise. “Sherlock, I think I’m in love with you.”
Sherlock looked taken aback, but the expression was immediately replaced by an actual two sides of the mouth genuine grin as Sherlock murmered, “Obvious, really.” and leaned forward to kiss John again.
I really think there is a significant difference in the reunions Sherlock has with John and Lestrade. John acts out aggressively You’ve wrecked my whole world. Greg isn’t mad at all. He hugs him as tight as humanly possible. My whole world is repaired.
I dunno, something about that inherent forgiveness makes me feel pretty confident in my ship.
You know, you can pinpoint the exact moment in which Jim realizes that he had lost the game he wanted to win so badly.
You can see how he realizes what Sherlock just did, he fooled his best friend to be there with him. It was then, when Jim Moriarty sees what he should have seen all those months before. Oh, what did he do to get Sherlock’s attention? How much time he had spent to impress the Consulting Detective - in this very moment, does he realize why he did all this. Sherlock Holmes had made him laugh in all honesty, and I’m quite sure that not much people did that before, This was supposed to be the end of the book, the end of the fairy tale but this, this very moment was only the begin of a new chapter.
And then there’s Sherlock…
Did you see the little frown of him as Jim looked at him like that? There was a questioning look on a man’s face who knew almost everything.
Sherlock tried to figure it out, because this, this was something new - he had never seen such a soft expression on Jim’s face before. He had never seen him open up like this before - there was so much those brown eyes were hiding and all those hidden things came into sight now. Sherlock could see the adoration in Jim’s eyes, he could see the human part which was hidden in the depth of him - an open book to read and it seemed to be such a beautiful book, unique like none before.
Yes, it was Sherlock who made the first step; because he saw how precious this now open book was, and hell in this moment did Sherlock realize that he wanted to write another unique one. But Sherlock didn’t want it to be a book with only one page, with only one person in there -
No, he wanted this book to be a pretty fairy tale, just like Jim wanted it. But this fairy tale was supposed to have the greatest happy end of all time. In which the bad wolf falls for the little lamb.
In which the good old fashioned villains falls for the hero.
“Things are not always how they seem. They don’t turn out always -don’t quite turn out always how we think.”