lol Angelo is such a great wingman
“THIS MAN GOT ME OFF A MURDER CHARGE, HE’S SUPER GREAT, DEFINITELY A++++ BOYFRIEND MATERIAL”
And John’s like: ”Good to know! Any day now, I might kill a man and need someone to hide the facts from law enforcement.”
Okay but
Sherlock has huge hands and John has a huge… cause of chafing
John has tiny hands and Sherlock walks just fine
what I am saying is they’re made for each other technicalities included
So this bouncing baby plot bunny landed in my lap today. It’s a World War II AU where Sherlock is evacuated from London to go live with his great-aunt in the country:
Into the Country – Evacuated to his great-aunt’s home in the country, Sherlock finds what he never expected.
teaser below the cut
Mycroft crouched down and adjusted his brother’s jacket. Sherlock huffed and rolled his eyes. Mycroft was worried. He was always worried about something. And with mum off with the codebreakers and father working with the army, they had left Sherlock in the care of his older brother the last few months. Only now Mycroft was sending him away too. He’d told Sherlock London wasn’t safe, that he’d be fine with great-aunt Mabel, that he’d be home before he knew it. But Sherlock knew he wasn’t certain. The war wasn’t going very well so far and there were rumors even among his schoolmates that the Germans could be bombing London within months.
“When you get off the train, Mr. Harris will be waiting for you,” said Mycroft. “Write me.”
“I will.” Sherlock adjusted his knapsack with his few belongings. He wasn’t a little kid, he was fourteen. He shouldn’t have to leave with the children.
Mycroft looked into his eyes a moment, then stepped back with a nod.
Sherlock gave a half-hearted wave and followed the others onto the train. He managed a window seat and looked out, expecting Mycroft to have headed back to his office already. Instead he was watching the train and looking sad. Clearly he hadn’t expected his brother to see him this way. Sherlock’s heart caught in his throat as the train started and Mycroft wiped at his eyes and finally turned away. He wondered what Mycroft knew. After all, he did work in the government. And suddenly Sherlock was afraid he wouldn’t see any of his family again.
Harry knows whats up
First
The first time they kiss has nothing of the expected drama about it.
It is months since Mary, since that whole mess had left them both reeling, battered and uncertain in each others company.
Weeks only since the last nightmare had disturbed the relative silence of Baker Street. John’s, that time. A rapid red-tinted cacophony of fire and of precious things falling, fingers clutching at air. A body landing on hardwood had Sherlock hurrying up the stairs to find John hyperventilating in a ball on the floor. Sherlock had knelt beside him, talking in his ear and giving him his voice and his hand, two true things to latch onto.
They had not kissed then.
It’s been days since their last case, running blindly though familiar streets, both of them winded far sooner than they would have been six years ago. A helter-skelter thing that had ended in Sherlock tripping over a stray cat that had gone screeching onto the night, while Sherlock himself had flown cursing into a stagnant puddle that hadn’t borne too close an examination.
John had gone to him, fighting for breath, both because of the chase but also because of the laughter—sputtering and weak as he’d knelt carefully at Sherlock’s side and pressed instinctive fingers into all the usual places.
“Alright?” he had gasped, as Sherlock lay panting in the litter-strewn filth, cursing whenever heaving lungs let him. Sherlock had snarled, a wordless sound of frustration, and snatched at the fingers kneading carefully at his skull.
“Fine,” he’d snapped, even as he’d held those fingers between his own, not quite letting go, John not quite trying to get them back, a point of languid and unintentional contact hanging halfway between them and going nowhere, till the light of the beat sergeant’s torch had extinguished it.
They hadn’t kissed then, either.
No. When they kiss, they are walking.