if you are still taking fic prompts; johnlock, post-HLV, where john comes back to baker street after his divorce. fluff if you want :)
Thank you for this prompt, anon! :)
John stared at the familiar, homely door, but he felt unsure whether the man inside would welcome him in after everything. After all that had happened.
After Mary had miscarried the baby John had realised there wasn’t much left that kept them together, especially after the revelation of her past and also her shooting Sherlock. John had needed her at one point, when Sherlock had gone, but he was back now and Mary hadn’t been very good for him in the end.
John was about to knock on the door (something he had never felt the need to do) but as he reached for the knocker the door swung open and Sherlock was on the other side. Their eyes met and they stood in silence for a bit “I… I’m sorry… it’s over… Mary and me… all over…” John breathed.
Sherlock stared at him for a bit then said “We’re even.”
"Pardon?" John asked.
"We’re even. I caused you heartbreak by "dying" then you caused me heartbreak by finding someone else. But that’s over now. So we are even." Sherlock smiled.
John felt relieved “I suppose that’s fair.” he smiled “Can I… can I come home?”
"Of course. Baker Street is always your home, John." Sherlock said gently and opened the door wider, letting him in.
The two went upstairs and John stood in the living room, taking it all in “I notice now… you didn’t change much…”
"I knew you’d come back." Sherlock said.
"How could you have known?" John asked with a frown.
"The way you looked at me. The way you never looked at her." Sherlock said.
John smiled softly at that, it was true, Sherlock was his true love.
"I really am sorry…" John said.
"All is forgotten." Sherlock said and stood beside John, he took his hand gently and pressed a kiss to it.
John couldn’t help himself, he stood on his tip-toes and leant forward, kissing Sherlock gently, they hadn’t kissed in so many years and John had missed it so much, by the way Sherlock kissed back he felt the same way, they kissed as if they’d never kiss again, desperately. A tear slipped down John’s cheek and Sherlock began walking his love back till they were against a wall, John’s hands were up Sherlock’s shirt and Sherlock’s hands stroked John’s cheeks and held his precious head.
"I love you." John breathed between kisses and Sherlock hummed an incomprehensible response.
"Huh?" John asked, pulling away for a second.
"I said welcome home." Sherlock said and went back in for more kissing.
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