“--- oy...Puck, not too loud, please.” Voice is barely above a grumbly whisper and Teddy closes his eyes as his world is starting to spin again. Right hand is throbbing and Teddy has barely made it to his sofa, clutching a mug of coffee in his other.
“Oh shi -...!” Cheeks immediately turn bright red as Teddy finds the ceiling immensely interesting. Clears his throat, still looking up, feeling more than a little uncomfortable. Who left the door wide open like that when they were barely dressed??? “I - I’m - the-...the d-d-door was -- I didn’t know -- you were --... door was open, and just uh -- you --...” don’t look down don’t look down - “-- ...don’t like wearing clothes?”
“ rosie, can you help me for a minute ?? “ he’s staring at his phone as the picture of a sherringford on his screen. there’s actually quite a few. it’s telling him to ‘swipe right’ or ‘swipe left.’ he doesn’t understand why the app is insistent on him swiping one way or another. what the bloody hell are super likes ?? “ i think my app is glitching. “
HEADCANONS; regarding my verse with @strongmoralprinciple & @petalwilted
--- taken from my former blog.
DO NOT COPY / REPOST / REBLOG UNLESS YOU ARE MIKKI OR DAISY.
The proposal came about after a talk with Mrs. Hudson. John expressed that he would marry Sherlock in a heartbeat but he knows that he finds the idea ‘pointless’. Mrs. Hudson begged to differ, saying that Sherlock is all talk until it affects him. John knew this to be true but still couldn’t risk it without an idea of if that was something he wanted. Which prompts to him paying six year old Rosie 20 gbp to and investigate. Sherlock is used to direct questions from the small blonde girl, but he is surprised when she is persistent with this one. “Are you and dad married?” “Why not?” “Are you going to be?” All of which Sherlock answers, slowly becoming less certain as they talk. The final question throws him for a loop, “Do you want to be?” He had long preached his views on marriage to anyone who dared ask or bring up the subject; but now he wasn’t so sure of those feelings. After a moment, he looked back up to Rosie and told her “I think I do.”
The next week leaves little time to linger on it, triple homicide, but it doesn’t leave Sherlock’s mind. Lingering in the background and bubbling up in calmer moments. Little does he know that John has also been thinking about it. Yet there is a case; and they both know that it will take his focus for a bit - yes or no; the distraction will not due any good. It wraps up after five days of hard work and little sleep.
A couple days later, John is typing up the case in the kitchen, ( an unusual place for him to do so, but he likes to be near Sherlock ) as he is examining slides in his microscope. He is too focused to notice John swipe one and replace it, or his head bobbing up to see which one he is on. At last when he picks it up, hardly looking away as he does, Sherlock’s mind goes blank. Written in very tiny lettering, the words ‘Will you marry me?’ are there. He isn’t sure how long he is frozen there before finally looking up. Next to him, kneeling on the floor is John Watson holding a ring box. The scene plays reminiscent of a previous question concerning a marriage held between them in that room before Sherlock blinks back. He reaches into his own blazer pocket, an amused grin on his face as he pulls out his own ring box. “I made reservations at Angelo’s for tonight…” he explains. The two don’t actually ever verbally answer; somewhere between the laughs, the kisses and the engagement sex, the rings end up on their respective fingers.
While his opinion on marriage has changed, Sherlock is still adamant over the uselessness of a lavish expensive party to sign a document. John, having already had a big wedding, is in agreement for something small. Their close friends and selective family members at city hall and perhaps dinner and drinks. This falls apart when Mummy Holmes hears about his engagement from someone other than him. Both Sherrinford and Mycroft plead innocent; but one of them has to be lying. Once she hears, all creative control leaves their hands ( and threatens on more than one occasion not to invite them when they are difficult ).
Their small ceremony ends up with a guest list that rivals the Royal Wedding; pomp and circumstance at every turn. Sherlock growing especially impatient and angry that he has lost say in this. His mother still holding a sway over him all these years later preventing him from stopping her completely - John finding the idea of Sherlock completely whipped adorably hilarious when not infuriating.
The wedding is an autumn wedding and The night before the wedding grows especially tense. Sherlock partaking in stag night traditions at his sister’s insistence. His group consisting of Mycroft and Sherrinford. One of his sister’s famous ‘drinks’ ( in this case, a pint of tequila served to him as a shot) later and Sherlock’s drunk texts begin. His frustrations over still not being married six months later from the proposal start to boil to the surface before sneaking out of Mycroft’s house and telling John to meet him.
Once together, the two ( still a bit drunk ) make the decision to say ‘screw it’ and get married on their own terms. Sherlock and John’s phones immediately get to work. He send Mycroft a text with an address for Sherri and himself to find them. John calls Molly to ask her a favor. Sherlock calls Mrs Hudson, telling her to wake Rosie and get in her car. John also messages Greg ( who is still out with Mike ) to join them. All of them reconvening at St. Barts, let in by Molly. The power held by Mycroft allows him to officiate the makeshift service in the lab - the place they met for the first time all those years ago.
When Sherlock meets John at the makeshift altar ( a rolling tray with two rings in a clean petri dish. ); he is stunned one last time. Carved into the silver bands is a word, one for each ring and together they read: “Dinner?” “Starving.” This is the last straw, all the emotions of the night pushing himself to crack and tear from joy. Which prompts John to do the same. Sherrinford makes a comment about ‘being the sensitive one’ but he doesn’t care.
They don’t have sex, they are too caught up in the mushy aspect of being married on top of being very drunk. Instead they spend almost the whole night curled up on the roof of St Barts as their friends drink and toast in the background, talking to each other in soft voices in an embrace. But it’s eventually time to separate - and the two protest wildly before being dragged/carried back to their respective stag night houses. A couple hours of sleep for the group before they have to get up.
The midnight wedding remains a secret; and their friends put in a great effort to keep it secret from everyone else ( by pure miracle as Sherlock practically refuses to remove his ring for a few or refer to John as anything but his husband ). Fortunately, suspicions on the parents part is subsided by the insistence that they are just excited. At his “real wedding” Sherlock dances with mummy, and despite their past difficulties have a good talk. Yet at his true wedding, he dances with Mrs Hudson. John is coaxed out by her during the “real wedding” too. At the true wedding, he dances with Rosie until Sherrinford cuts in and they have a brief but oddly non-confrontational talk, which is the best gift Sherri can give him.
Since they already were married, Sherlock and John find little reason to continue to fight mummy over things the day of. An odd change noted by some ( specifically Sherlock until Mycroft reminds him that he should probably argue a little to keep off suspicions, mummy is clever after all )
Sherlock surprises John by their first dance not being the agreed upon song and instead it being an audio recording of self-composed piece on his violin.
They are absolutely gross and use any excuse to slip in the fact they are married and to call each other husband for the rest of eternity. John hyphens his name, not fully changing it because he wanted to have a name with his daughter still. John Hamish Watson-Holmes becomes his legal name. Sherlock makes a habit of full-naming him just to hear it.
For name brand recognition simplicity sake, the two professionally go by Holmes and Watson respectively. What John doesn’t learn for weeks later is that Sherlock changed HIS name too, and only finds out when the mail comes and Sherlock is “too busy thinking” to read it himself and asks/tells John to read it to him and he sees the new passport with the name William Sherlock Scott Watson-Holmes emblazoned on it. “My name was already ridiculous, how could one more additional name hurt?”
John wears two rings. His wedding ring for Mary and his ring for Sherlock. He never removes the Mary one and Sherlock never wants him too because that woman was so damn important to both of them and loved her so much ( and vice versa )
FOR EVERY 💭 I RECEIVE, I WILL WRITE ONE THOUGHT MY MUSE HAS HAD ABOUT YOURS.
She is… very small. I mean, really quite delicate looking. She can hold her liquor, but I’m almost afraid one puff, and she’ll just…disappear. That wouldn’t be very good. ‘Course, she’s got to be able to hold her own. Mischievous fae and all that.
Does she…want to see me…naked?
I think I love her, but…I can’t, right? That’s… it can’t happen. It’s not meant to be.
“start what?” wednesday’s look is innocent, wide-eyed and questioning. “i’m gracing you with the voice worthy of a fucking angel here, thank you very much.”
note that he’s been singing the same damn song for the past hour. note that he isn’t planning on stopping anytime soon, unless someone actives decides to throttle him.
“what’s new pussycat?” he grins a shit-eating grin at tee. “WHOAA OH.”
he’s promised her blood, he’s told her the sound of skulls splitting will accompany her all the way to hell and back. a god of war promises death, promises blood, promises the sating of that unquenchable thirst, that malign desire.
but it pleases him, nevertheless, to hear it coming straight from her mouth.
“and you’re going to reap the rewards of it, pup. tenfold- more.”
i love how much of a nerd u are for peaky and how it shows all the time in ur writin........................ also everything u write is so WONDERFUL bc u put so much into the way he talks, even little habits etc. i wanna b as detailed and consistent as u are !
tell me what you like about my portrayal // @petalwilted
you are so so so SO wonderful I love you so much okay, thank you so so much ilysmmmmmm <33
