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It was finally time. Everyone was gathered, music was playing, and John stood just outside the door fidgeting. Had you told him even a year ago that he would be marrying Sherlock Holmes he wouldn’t have believed you. Had you told him then that he was even interested in relationships, he would have just laughed.
But this was now. Music swelled on the other side of the door, a beautiful piece that Sherlock had written himself for this occasion. He’d told John that John would know when to walk through the door to meet Sherlock in front of the officiant and John did. Taking a deep breath, finally feeling the nerves fade, John walked through the door and met Sherlock’s eyes as the other man did the same.
They met in front of the officiant, hands reaching for each other automatically. The service went smoothly, sniffling heard from Molly and Mrs. Hudson. It was when they turned towards each other, hands still clasped, to give each other their rings that they finally found their voices.
“This is a perfect moment in time,” John whispered to Sherlock once the rings were exchanged. “I can’t think of one better.”
“It is perfect,” Sherlock agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. “But I can think of one. Later, when I get you into bed.”
But this was now. Music swelled on the other side of the door, a beautiful piece that Sherlock had written himself for this occasion. He’d told John that John would know when to walk through the door to meet Sherlock in front of the officiant and John did. Taking a deep breath, finally feeling the nerves fade, John walked through the door and met Sherlock’s eyes as the other man did the same.
They met in front of the officiant, hands reaching for each other automatically. The service went smoothly, sniffling heard from Molly and Mrs. Hudson. It was when they turned towards each other, hands still clasped, to give each other their rings that they finally found their voices.
“This is a perfect moment in time,” John whispered to Sherlock once the rings were exchanged. “I can’t think of one better.”
“It is perfect,” Sherlock agreed, a smile tugging at his lips. “But I can think of one. Later, when I get you into bed.”
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A Reichenbach Poem (BBC Sherlock)
It’s been awhile since you fell down to Earth from the sky
My, how our time together had gone by
First you were here and then you're not
And now you're in a Coffin, left to rot
I still remember that day you ended our final call
The day I wasn't able to break your fall
I didn't believe that any of it was real
But as I approached, there was no pulse to feel
I just want to say, you were never a lie
So I stubbornly refuse to say goodbye
I am all alone now, and I owe you so much
Look at me now; I'm back on a crutch
I want you back; I don't care what you said
So I’m begging you Sherlock, Please, don't be Dead.
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Everything's Falling Around Me - Johnlock - Part 1
John hadn't gotten out much, not since the fall. Darkness had engulfed him; he hadn't the strength to do much. After the fall he had had to deal with reporters, each and every one of them persistent with the fact that Sherlock had been a fake. John would tell them that he wasn't, that he believed in his friend before slipping into 221B Bakerstreet. On entering the apartment he would throw his coat to one side, slump onto a chair then stare blankly ahead at the one Sherlock had once seated himself in. Four months had passed when the reporters eventually gave up; they knew they weren't getting much from him.
He spent most days sat in the apar
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Comfort
"John, it's okay, it's alright now."
"NOW IT'S NOT! It is not okay!"
I had never seen John so scared, so angry, so out of control. It frightened me. He was always calm, held himself back, always in control. But he wasn't as I watched him. He breathed rapidly and shallow, I could practically see his heart pounding away in his chest. He was scared stiff by what he had seen, even if it wasn't real.
"Okay John, you need to calm down," I soothed.
"NO! I just
ARGH!" John yelled. He was falling apart right in front me. I needed to comfort him somehow, I just didn't know how. Feelings isn't something I know a great deal of, they'd become eve
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So with any luck, we will eventually be getting a Johnlock marriage. It would be really nice and sweet, especially with the emotion between these two. Here's a 221b ficlet format of my own version of their wedding. Enjoy and, as always, comments are
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Short stories are harder to write than the long ones. I enjoy ficlets. This was a great one. Star