John: Truth or dare?
Sherlock: Truth.
John: How many hours of sleep have you gotten in the past week?
Sherlock: Dare.
John: Go to sleep.
Sherlock: I don't think I like this game.
one of holmes and watson's love languages is lighting each other's cigarettes. our victorian husbands will use any excuse to touch each other's hands inside or outside 221b 😌
"'l'homme c'est rien. l'oeuvre c'est tout" translated to english is "the man is nothing. the work is everything." this is so true for holmes in many aspects of his life, but there is and always will be one man who is everything to him
Can we sometimes just take a step back and remember that John never learned what happened on the roof of Bart‘s and why exactly did Sherlock jump and who he jumped for and the snipers and Sherlock‘s tears and the two years of impossible work and the Johnlessness and Serbia and the scars and Sherlock.
John never learned about any of these things. He thought Sherlock left him for a little bit of adventure after stepping off a roof right in front of his eyes, he thought Sherlock enjoyed his little joke of playing dead, he thought Sherlock never trusted him, he thought he has never been important to Sherlock after all.
Even though he has no right to land those blows and kicks on Sherlock, he still has the right to be angry and remain angry.
Remember, unlike us, John has never learned about these things.
(...)
“What?” Sherlock asks with narrowed eyes.
“You can’t stand imperfection, Sherlock! That sign with the miss-spelling last month, for instance, or any typos…”
Sherlock interrupts him, waving his hands dismissively, sitting up in his chair leaning closer to John. John misses the warmth from Sherlock’s foot, but Sherlock’s gaze makes John’s neck heat.
“I’m not speaking of that type of flaws, John. It’s imperfection in nature, architecture, art, music, but most of all in people that fascinates me to no end. And those who are able to surprise me on a regular basis…”
Sherlock trails off focusing his eyes on John’s lips, which makes the heat on John’s neck creep up to his face.
(...)
This is a small extract from this beautiful fanfic posted by my beloved friend @lisbeth-kk for @flashfictionfridayofficial. You can read the complete fic HERE.
Happy Valentine's!!
PS: Sorry for the shitty image quality but, to do this work, I took a couple of blurry scenes of Sherlock and John drunk in 'The Sign of Three'...
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