marry me sherlock

No, but John would propose by writing “Marry me” on one of Sherlock’s microscope slides, and then he’d wait patiently for Sherlock to sit down at the microscope all day, and then when Sherlock saw it he would stare at it for so long, frozen in shock, and when he looked up finally he would find John kneeling next to him with a pair of wedding rings in his hand and a soft smile on his face.

john: as a matter of fact, i have a question to ask you

sherlock: okay, as long as it’s not, ‘will you marry me?’

sherlock:  oh, god…it is ‘will you marry me?’

john: well, i’m not going to say it now!

sherlock: no, no, no! just wait!

john: the moment’s gone, sherlock

sherlock: we’ve just come out into the corridor and you say, “i’ve got a question to ask you” and then i don’t say anything

sherlock:  and you say…

john: sherlock holmes, will you marry me?

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I wondered how you still remembered me
I heard you settled down and that you married happily

the reunion au: when Sherlock comes back to London after being away for two years, he sees John in the street, who married in the meantime. 

  • : : PROPS TO @GLANCETOTHESEA FOR THIS ONE
  • ~~
  • *Rosamund's christening*
  • Molly: *worried* They made us godparents. Do you know what that means?
  • Sherlock: *on his phone*
  • Molly: If John and Mary die, we're Rosie's legal guardians! *panicking* I don't know how to care for a baby, Sherlock!
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *bites her lip* I mean, books can only tell you so much! *groans* we'll have to teach her everything. She'll want to know about sex...you can handle the drugs talk as long as you tell her it's bad.
  • Sherlock: *glances at her*
  • Molly: *wide-eyed* She'd want to know how they died. What if it was gruesome? Do we sugar-coat it? I mean, they were her parents.
  • Sherlock: *blinks* Molly-
  • Molly: *shakes her head* What if they went to a forest and got lost and fell in a wood chipper? Or mauled by bears? We can't tell her that. And we can't-
  • Sherlock: *amused* Molly. John and Mary aren't actually dead.
  • Molly: *smiles awkwardly* You think I'm overreacting.
  • Sherlock: *looks back at his phone* Yes, I do.
  • Molly: *sighs* I know, I'm sorry. That was awful...it's just...I want them to know they made the right decision.
  • Sherlock: *frowns* Of course they did. They're not idiots *puts his phone away* and if it's practice you need, look no further *smiles*
  • Molly: *chuckles* Yeeeeeeah, I think if I started considering our meetings as babysitting, I'd be in a lot of trouble *playfully pokes him*
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Not Rosamund. Our baby.
  • Molly: ...
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Plenty of time to think about it *walks of, smirking* do hurry, Molly, there's a cab waiting.
  • Molly: *slowly follows him*
The One Where Sherlock and Molly Are 'Just Friends'
  • *Molly's flat; lying in bed*
  • Sherlock: *smoking* We can be friends who sleep together.
  • Molly: *fiddling with the sheet* Yeah, this could be just...something we do. Like tennis.
  • Sherlock: *nods* Sounds smart and healthy to me *glances at her* Whilst we're on the subject, do you currently have any other tennis partners?
  • Molly: *shrugs* Just Mary *pauses* That’s actually tennis, though. But she is setting me up with a mate of hers next week.
  • Sherlock: *disappointed* Oh.
  • Molly: *swallows* Did you want me to cancel it?
  • Sherlock: No! *sits up; avoiding looking at her* No! Because, if you did, you’d be cancelling for me, and we’re just friends.
  • Molly: *smiles weakly* Exactly. I- my thoughts exactly.
  • ...
  • Sherlock: *ruffles his hair* I’m not fine, Molly. I’m not. How can I be fine? Picturing you with someone else, doing what we've been doing *sighs* Would it be so terrible if we were...friends who don't date other people?
  • Molly: *hopeful* You mean like exclusive friends?
  • Sherlock: *shrugs* Why not? Let's face it, this has been the best month. Even if we were friends who lived together *playing with his cigarette* Or, friends who stood up in front of their other friends and vowed to be friends forever.
  • Molly: *grinning* You've thought about that sort of thing?
  • Sherlock: More than is healthy, yes.
  • Molly: *sits up and strokes his arms* One day, we might even hear the pitter patter of tiny, little friends.
  • Sherlock: I'd like that.
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Me too.
  • Sherlock: *flicks the cigarette; smirks* Quick game of tennis before work?
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah, why not? *kisses him*
  • Pathologist: *enters the morgue*
  • Sherlock: *examining a body*
  • Pathologist: *rolls his eyes* Excuse me, sir, this area is out of bounds to-
  • Sherlock: *still looking at the body* It's okay.
  • Pathologist: *sighs* If you don't leave, I'll have to call security.
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* I said it's fine.
  • Pathologist: *frowns* Why is it fine?
  • Sherlock: *smirks* I'm sleeping with the boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
  • Pathologist: *confused* You're sleeping with Stamford?
  • Sherlock: *looks up; annoyed* The other boss.
  • Molly: *enters the morgue, carrying coffees; irritated* Here's your bloody coffee, you git. Have you finished now so I can do my job?
  • Sherlock: *steps aside; takes the coffee, grinning* Yes, boss.
  • Pathologist: ...
Married
  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *working*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *casually* Do you want to get married?
  • Molly: *pauses; looks around*
  • Molly: *confused* M-married?
  • Sherlock: To me, yes.
  • Molly: *chuckles nervously* Not...not 'married', though?
  • Sherlock: Yes.
  • Molly: *alarmed* What, like 'married'?
  • Sherlock: *irritated* Yes, married though.
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* Yeah, but...it's not like a husband and wife type thing, is it?
  • Sherlock: *sighs* Yup.
  • Molly: *swallows* Well, we won't-
  • Sherlock: *fed up* Christ, Molly, yes. Married. You and I. I am talking having-dinner-wearing-rings-having-lots-of-kids-being-head-over-heels-in-love-spending-the-rest-of-our-lives-together married.
  • Molly: *smiles shyly* That is very married.
  • Sherlock: *nods*
  • Molly: *kisses his cheek* Okay, I'll marry you.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* I'd better get a ring, then.
  • Molly: *playfully slaps his arm*
  • *in the lab*
  • Sherlock: *watching Molly*
  • Molly: *working*
  • Sherlock: *thoughtful* You like my purple shirt.
  • Molly: *confused* Um, I suppose.
  • Sherlock: You like most of my shirts.
  • Molly: *blushes* I, well...it's a shirt *pauses* I wasn't staring.
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Of course.
  • Molly: *bends over her work to hide her red face*
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Sherlock: *nonchalantly* Do you know what they're made of?
  • Molly: *rolls her eyes* How am I supposed to-
  • Sherlock: *matter-of-factly* Husband material.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrows* It's boyfriend material.
  • Sherlock: *shakes his head* Actually, Molly *grasps her shoulders and marches her to the doors* I think you need to take a closer look.
  • Molly: *giggles* Fine. I've got five minutes to spare.
The One Where Molly Tells Sherlock
  • *John & Mary's*
  • Molly: *hugging Mary* Have a great honeymoon! Call me when you get there.
  • Mary: *giggling* Thanks...
  • John: *smirks* We'll try.
  • Molly: *stroking her stomach* And I wanted you to know that I'm telling the father today.
  • John & Mary: *smile at each other*
  • Molly: *confused* What? What's going on?
  • John: *excited* We know its Sherlock!
  • Molly: *stunned* Wha- how? How do you know?
  • Mary: We found his scarf. But nevermind that...yay *hugging her*
  • Molly: *relieved* Oh, I really wanted Sherlock to know first but I’m so glad you two know.
  • John: *rubbing the back of his neck* This is so great! I-I'm going to be an Uncle!
  • Molly: *nodding* Yes. You are. Both of you. But, you'd make a better Aunt, Mary.
  • Mary: *tearful; mumbles into her shoulder* Mary's a nice name, don't you think?
  • John: Not as nice as John.
  • Molly: *giggles* Yeah, yeah...have a great honeymoon you two *breathes deeply* I have to go and change a detective's life.
  • *221B Baker Street*
  • Molly: *pacing outside*
  • Sherlock: *leaving a cab* Ah, Molly. I've been expecting you.
  • Molly: *swallows* You- you have?
  • Sherlock: *nods; gestures at the door* After you.
  • Molly: *heading up to the flat* We need to talk...
  • Sherlock: *removing his coat* Yes. We've put it off long enough *gestures at the sofa* But I should talk first. To save you any embarassment.
  • Molly: *sitting on the sofa; warily* Okay.
  • Sherlock: *sitting in his chair; hands steepled* You're feelings for me are too strong to leave at just one night.
  • Molly: *confused* What?
  • Sherlock: *rolls his eyes* Look, there is no denying our one night was fun and indefinitely passionate, but I rather think our relationship is too valuable to risk, don't you?
  • Molly: *blinking* Uhh...
  • Sherlock: *smiles* Fine. There is no point lying. It was unbelieveable and, if you want to, we can do it one more time. I’d be okay with that *checks his watch* In fact, Mrs. Hudson's out.
  • Molly: *raises her eyebrow* Can I talk now?
  • Sherlock: If you need to.
  • Molly: *breathes deeply* I’m pregnant.
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: Sherlock?
  • Sherlock: *staring into space, eyes wide*
  • Molly: *waving her hand in front of his face* Sher-lock?
  • Sherlock: ...
  • Molly: *nods* You know what, whenever you’re ready *sits back and opens her pathology paper*
  • Sherlock: *still frozen*
  • Molly: And you’re the father by the way but...you know...
  • *half an hour later*
  • Molly: *looks up* You want some water or something?
  • Sherlock: *hoarse* No. Not the- nooo.
  • Molly: *bites her lip* I-I'm not asking anything of you. You can be as involved as you want.
  • Sherlock: *nods slowly; clears his throat* I-I just, I must...I don’t know—I don’t understand, umm, how this happened? We-we used a condom.
  • Molly: Yeah, I know. I know, but condoms only work 97% of the time.
  • Sherlock: *freaking out* So, what is the point? They should put in on the box. False advertising.
  • Molly: *frowns* They do.
  • Sherlock: *ruffling his hair* Pfft, no one reads the box.
  • Molly: *rubbing her forehead* Sherlock, come on, let’s just forget about the condoms.
  • Sherlock: *annoyed* I may as well have!