The screen is black. A woman’s voice cuts through. It’s Molly’s voice.
“Forward? Or Backward?”
A blinding white light floods the darkness. A pulsating heartbeat.
“Backward,” sighs Sherlock.
White noise stings as scenes are replayed backward. Sherlock and John running backward. John’s fist recoiling from Sherlock in the morgue. The christening, backward. The birth, backward. The plane glides into the air, tail first. Magnussen’s limp body jolts into standing position, Sherlock puts the gun back in John’s pocket. The flashdrive jumps from the fire, into John’s hand. The gun drops, the coin falls back into Mary’s fingers. Sherlock raises from Magnussen’s floor, the blood-stained shirt turns freshly white. Mary stands across from Sherlock, gun drawn.
Can we imagine for a moment that they HAD been able to do a double for the boys in Dartmoor? Picture it with me, friends.
“No, it’s fine, Sherlock, I’ll just kip on the floor, really.”
“John don’t be absurd. It’s a big bed, there’s no need for you to sleep on the floor.”
“I’m fine here, really.”
“John, get in the bed, you’re being childish. What on earth are you being so bashful for?”
“Fine. Just. We don’t need to share a blanket, alright? I’ll take the sheet and you take the - Sherlock, what are you doing?”
“Lifting the corner of the blanket up so you can get in?” *confused Sherlock face*
*giant amount of throat clearing and hand clenching*
“There. See? It’s fine.”
“Just. Go to sleep, Sherlock.”
*John wakes up at 3am to a raging erection and Sherlock draped over him like an octopus, hands everywhere, and Sherlock’s head on his chest*
“Sherlock. Sherlock, wake up. You need to move - ”
*Sherlock wakes up all blinky eyed and rumpled from sleep, nothing but soft edges and his curls hanging over his forehead, his face inches from John’s, and his warm body all tangled up in blankets*
“Hey.”
“Hey, yourself.”
*they stare at each other for like twenty seconds, John reaches up to brush Sherlock’s hair out of his eyes without even thinking about it, and then they’re suddenly kissing, soft and desperate and secret, in the darkened room, John’s hands slipping up under Sherlock’s tee shirt, Sherlock gasping out John’s name as they kiss and touch and rock against each other, and everything’s all gentle and slow and dreamlike, and after they both come and John wipes them up and gets them fresh clothes, they curl back together wonderingly, neither one of them quite believing what just happened, and John strokes Sherlock’s hair as they drift back to sleep*
“Still want to sleep on the floor, John?”
“Shut up, Sherlock.”
And that’s the story of why they were so giddy and stupid at breakfast the next morning.
look i understand that if this were canon, the implications in the series would be disastrous and horrible and i also understand that the subtext doesn’t set this up as a possibility really, but i’m just saying I’D BELIEVE IT i’m just saying …..
sakjbdakshb imagine a scene where john hugs Sherlock from behind in the bathroom and Sherlock looks at John through the mirror and it turns into the deduction mode with things like “well-rested” around his eyes, “slightly too small but still wears it everyday” at the wedding ring, etc, but then John kisses his neck and the letters all scramble and fall down
imagine if john actually didn’t learn sherlock’s full name until their wedding. everything is going along merrily until the officiant says “john, do you take william sherlock scott holmes to be your lawfully wedded husband?” and john is like “who the fuck is that”
Gatiss: Okay guys, this special is complicated but we’ve all got our challenges as actors.
Gatiss: Ben, you’ll be playing a more traditional Holmes as Sherlock imagines himself in his mind palace, only like 250% more gay despite being Victorian times, and although you aren’t in every scene you do know everything that happens in every scene because it’s all in your head so bear that in mind, also your brain is repressing key information from you so we’ll have to show that both textually and subtextually now and then through your facial expressions and reactions, I know you can handle it.
Gatiss: Martin, you’ll be playing four John Watsons: the traditional misogynist crotchety Victorian one (also closeted, but like, MORE), the modern one you normally play, the modern one in Sherlock’s mind so like you have to play it as he sees you, not as you actually are, so like keep the eye fucking but remember it’s not because YOU want to do it, it’s because SHERLOCK wants you to do it? And also there’s the Victorian one but who is aware that he’s just a device in Sherlock’s brain, yeah I know it sounds fucked up but I saw Fargo, I know you got this.
Gatiss: Andrew, I mean, I know we’ve already pushed you to make every cameo more gay, but like, this time we need you to be a Str8Up Porn Star, like the suggestive lines about guns aren’t enough, we kind of need you to suck on one? Other than that it’s pretty much how you usually play Jim, but again, just reeeeeally up the homo because heh we’re in Sherlock’s head, so, you know, super rainbow sparkle time up in there…also please see the wardrobe department, they need your cup size.
Gatiss: Amanda, so modern Mary is the same whether we’re talking about the real version or the one in Sherlock’s mind because he still doesn’t know who she really is, but Victorian Mary is a bit trickier, see, Sherlock still doesn’t know your backstory so he’s guessing at what’s going on with you and how you’re feeling, so you can’t quite act from a place of “what would Mary do/say,” it’s more like “what would Sherlock think Mary would do/say when really he hasn’t got a fucking clue,” hahaha good luck with that, you can do it, oh also up the snark please, we love the snark.
mind palace john describes the case of the abominable bride as pushing sherlock to incredible “mental and physical extremes,” yet the case in tab itself does not do this at all. instead of running across london, the mind palace “case” in tab forces sherlock to think about his relationships. the love of his life sits him down and asks him why he’s so afraid to be alone. this confrontation is far more difficult than anything sherlock has ever encountered. he isn’t afraid of confronting murderers or demons outside of himself. he’s afraid of his own demons that appear in the form of moriarty and does not know how to process his feelings for john. this is sherlock’s mental extreme, and he recognizes that.
yet he solves the case. despite the fact that its supernatural elements seem impossible, sherlock solves the case. and just as he solves this case, he begins to resolve his feelings for john. john saves sherlock in the end. his pushing moriarty off of reichenbach falls reveals that sherlock’s feelings toward him will preserve him. these feelings frighten sherlock, but john shows him that they are nothing to be afraid of. the fact that “there’s always two of [them]” is sherlock’s salvation, not his downfall. sherlock is pushed to extremes throughout tab, but he emerges successful. he says that he knows “just what [moriarty] will do next,” but more importantly, he knows what he himself can (and will) do as he returns to baker street.
Anonymous:
is it just me or do those Tiny johnlock aus like socklock/olivelock/bird husbands seem an awful lot like the kind of thing sherlock would demand from john as a bedtime story
:O ! ! !!!! I AM TBH DYING !!!! im holding my face in my hands imagining them somehow in a routine where Sherlock’s like “John . John. I cant sleep. John.” and John’s like [sighs] “all right yes. okay. so, you and me, but we’re olives,”
WAIT WAIT WAIT i bought this book forever ago and like so many books it ended up lost in a “to read” pile
and it includes a script called “mr. and mrs. watson at home,” wherein mary does nothing but savagely insult john, call sherlock gay, and carry on an affair with moriarty
noah fence but sherlock TOTALLY understands innuendo. he only pretends to be clueless bc he’s a tiny infant who doesn’t want to be completely rude by saying “no thanks but im fckung gay” so he pretends to be naive and Dumb when he is actually filthy and very very Horny
Because Fem!Sherlock is so tall, Fem!John starts wearing high heels to make it easier for them to kiss. But she stumbles more than she walks and twists her ankle all the time; eventually, Sherlock has had enough of it – she throws the heels away, grabs John, lifts her up so that they’re both the same height and kisses her.
Sherlock hates the first time his lips touch John’s.
He had imagined, on the moments moments he allowed himself to imagine, something peaceful. They’d be at home, comfortable, perhaps they had something to drink. Inhibitions lowered, their hands would brush, their eyes lock and then…
Or perhaps after a case. Adrenaline rushing through their veins, still high from the thrill and it would too much to hold back. They would meet halfway, pressed up against the walls and then…
But not this. Never this. Sherlock hates it, he hates it. They should be at home, not here in this stinking alley, cold and alone with the sound of the gun firing still echoing in his ear as Sherlock’s tries to count - 28… 29… 30… come on John, please breathe for me…
Anonymous:
pls consider their early relationship like john's like "okay, don't pressure him for too much sentimental stuff even tho you want it, this is enough be happy with this" and sherlock's like "is cuddling with him 23 and 1/2 hours per day too much or should i cut it down to 23?" like oooohhhh the adorable awkwardness
THIS IS !! AND I MEAN NO EXAGGERATION !!! THE WORST !!! John would be like This is already more than you ever thought you were going to get it, give him space, give him time , and Sherlock is like if John needs to sleep at least 5 hours can the other 19 be all kisses or…? I H A T E TH E M
Teen John standing in the doorway watching Sherlock stretching before his ballet class. Sherlock catching John’s appreciative gaze and lip lick in the reflection of the mirror and blushing furiously.
