when I see something dated 2019 I think “oh that’s not too long ago” and then I remember that 2019 was not only five years ago but those five years have somehow contained several lifetimes

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Hush Little Baby

for @calaisreno's May prompts: Eavesdropping

Rosie wailed on the baby monitor, her cry a crack that split the night in twain, startling John and Sherlock from their quiet evening, resting after a case.

John started to get up, but Sherlock waved him away. "I'll go, I think it's my turn, anyway," he lied. John was exhausted; he wanted to give him a break.

"Thanks," John yawned, shaking his head. "Think I'll probably head to bed myself in a bit. I'm knackered," he looked at Sherlock. "Aren't you?"

Sherlock hummed noncomittally. "I'll probably be up for a while yet," he shrugged. "I have a sudden yen to reorganize my notes on the tensile strengths of various leathers."

John laughed.

Sherlock left him to attend Rosie, in her crib in John's room. "Now, little Watson," Sherlock tutted, picking her up with a slight groan –he'd definitely pulled something while they ran after a suspect earlier tonight– and cradled her against his chest. "What's all this I hear?" he cooed, bouncing her gently in his arms around the room. "Did you have a frightening dream?" he asked, knowing full well that she wouldn't be able to properly dream for another few months yet– he'd read up on the various stages of development, and had to promise John that there would be no manipulation or experiments to either speed up or slow down these milestones. The memory of that conversation made him smirk.

Rosie began to fuss in his arms and he assessed the situation– she needed changing. Sherlock lay her down on the changing table, distracting her with his soft, low voice. "Shall I tell you a story, little Watson?" he asked, not needing an answer. "This is the story of your father, and how he did a very special thing for me."

Before I knew your father, I was a very different person. I was unhappy, and I did lots of things that I shouldn't have. I hurt myself a lot, but it didn't matter to me at the time. I was bored, and lonely. Then, one day, I met your father while solving a puzzle. I thought he was the most handsome man in the whole world, and I wanted him to be my friend. Friends are important, little Watson. I hope you grow up to have lots of friends, more friends than I ever had.

We got to know each other, and we solved puzzles together for a long time. Your father didn't know how I really felt about him, how much I enjoyed being his friend, how much I loved him, too. I kept it a secret as best as I could. One day, I had to leave London, and I couldn't take your father with me. If I did, we could have both been in trouble. If there would be trouble, I thought it was best if it were only me that got hurt. And I did, I got hurt a lot while I was gone, but it was okay, because I remembered how much I loved your father, and it helped me be strong. You're going to be strong like him, I know you are.

The time came for me to be able to come back to London. I was so excited to see your father that I did a stupid thing and surprised him in a bad way. I was so excited to tell him how much I missed him, and tell him the truth about how I felt about him. He was so mad at me, he punched me right on the nose. But I couldn't be mad at him, even if it hurt. He'd met your mother, and it turned out that he loved her. And even though I was so sad that your father didn't love me, I couldn't be too upset, because soon, you were growing in your mother's belly. And I'm so, so glad you're here, little Watson.

Lots of good and bad things happened between your father and I while you were growing in your mother's belly, and when you were born, we had a big, big fight. I thought he never wanted to see me again, and I was so sad. I was so sad, I almost made myself go to heaven. But one day, we decided that we had been fighting for too long, and that we did still want to be friends. Isn't that good? You should always try to solve your problems by talking about them.

Even though it had been a long time, I still loved your father very much. I still do, but I don't think he loves me the same way Iove him. There are lots of different kinds of love, little Watson. There's love between parents, there's love you have with friends, and there's love that parents have for their children. I love you more than anything. I didn't know if your father would let me. But when he did, I was so glad.

That's the special thing your father did for me, little Watson. He let me be a part of watching you grow up, and I'm so excited to see how you do. You look so much like your father. But that's not the only reason I love you. It's one of a million reasons.

There, you're all clean and dressed in fresh clothes for bedtime. Doesn't that feel better? I know. Come on, little Watson, should we go say good night to your father? Alright, there's a good girl. Come on.

John wiped his eyes quickly, and took several deep breaths so that Sherlock wouldn't tell he'd been crying because of what he'd heard over the monitor.

But he knew that he'd see right through him.

Maybe tonight is the night I'll tell him, he thought.

calaisreno

Yes--tonight, John! 💗

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Tell him, John!

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Eavesdropping - May Prompts (14)

“John Watson. We spoke last week about the—”

The rumble from a passing lorry eats the rest. Sherlock freezes on the fourteenth step with his carrier bag of Indonesian takeaway. He closes his eyes and quiets his breathing.

John is on his mobile.

John has no idea Sherlock is three steps away from 221B’s closed door, eavesdropping.

“And the engraving? Great,” John says. “Could I collect it tomorrow?”

A gift?

Muffled movement. Pacing. Oscillating between sofa and windows, not tense but hopeful, and barefoot from the sound of it. Interesting.

John clears his throat. “Any way we could expedite things? Before he deduces it. Deduces. You know, erm, figures it out.”

A moment of silence. Sherlock’s stomach complains at the enticing scent of nasi goreng. He almost shushes himself.

“He’s my…well, he’s everything. I’ve been wanting to propose—”

The unexpected word strikes him like lightning, full on, full stop. Sherlock’s pounding heartbeat thuds in his ears. He can’t hear anything except the sound of being loved out loud.

“—says yes,” John laughs. “Ten tomorrow, then. Cheers.”

Sherlock skips the last three steps and opens the door.

“Hiya,” John says as he moves close to offer a kiss. “Alright?”

Sherlock makes swift work of the distance between them and takes it.

They can’t stop grinning, the both of them.

“Dinner?”

“Starving.”

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Thank you to @calaisreno for the fun prompt series! Tags in replies (let me know if you'd like a tag or want yours removed)! Thank you for reading! <3

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Omg! My beloved fic Against the Rest of the World just surpassed 60,000 hits!!!

This fic has been my baby for a long time and I'm just so grateful that people are still reading it. That's so amazing. Thank you for every last one of these 60,000+ hits!!!!! And all of the many comments, bookmarks, and kudos you've left along the way! They mean the world! <33333333333333333333

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This is such a wonderful fic! Everyone go give it some love!

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

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Rachel posted a pic of herself and Martin on her IG stories. 🥰

Source: instagram.com

#martin freeman #rachel mariam

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the fuck you MEAN HE GLUED JOHNS FACE TO THE PICTURE OF THE PERFECT MAN

#he did #bbc sherlock

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Secret: A 221B (May prompt, 11)

If he didn’t keep so many secrets, I wouldn’t have to either.

There’s so much he doesn’t reveal.

What was his childhood like? What family traumas marked him? His family history only breaks into the present in the one problematic sibling.

What does he love? What does he want?

Whom does he love, and what does he want from them?

What does he feel about me, want from me? Does he see me in his future, or am I an accidental part of his present, and nothing more?

Some of his behaviours and actions suggest he has no plans for us at all. That this is temporary, depending on circumstances beyond my control. Maybe beyond his as well.

It’s hard to settle into a partnership, let alone a life, when it might all disappear overnight.

But maybe if I behaved as though this were permanent, visibly putting down roots here, I could encourage him to put down roots too.

Maybe I could show my own intentions with more noticeable attention to his likes and dislikes, and bring out the same in him.

I have a secret I’m tired of keeping. Maybe if I could let it show gradually, unthreateningly, without the risk and the burden of honest words, I could exhale and let it go. What a relief that would be.