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trisarahtops013:

Anyone have fluffy johnlock recs? 

Parentlock esp. welcome.

It’s So Much More (one of my absolute favorite parentlock’s)
Getting Better (Parentlock)
Don’t Call Him Freak (fluff/friends to lovers)
Not The Hands That Kill (Winglock/fluff)
Whole And Unbroken (fluff/magical realism)

THANK YOU for these recs! 

I’ve read It’s So Much More, Getting Better, Don’t Call Him Freak, and Whole and Unbroken and seriously guys, go read them! 

Winglock isn’t a thing I’ve explored yet, so I didn’t read that one. 

But I seriously appreciate your rec’s!

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Like Pulling Teeth (1767 words) by moonblossom [AO3]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Additional Tags: UST, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, dental work, drugged sherlock, but not druggie sherlock, pining John, First Kiss, awkward kisses
Summary:

Sherlock’s back from the dentist and despite the narcotics he’s observant and astute as ever. Little something for lovey, who was at the dentist today.

Source: archiveofourown.org

tracionn: lokis-army-at-221b: “Papa?” “Yes, Hamish?” Sherlock said looking down at the young boy. The boy looked back with blue eyes. “Where’s daddy?” Sherlock’s breath hitched in his throat. He knelt next to his son and held his shoulders. “Hamish, your daddy is in a good place. But he’s going to be there for a while.” “Why?” “Well…I…I don’t know.” Sherlock hated it. He hated that the accident happened and it was all his fault. When they were on a case and Sherlock shot at the suspect but the suspect jumped out of the way and John was right behind him. A bullet wound to the chest had John dead within an hour. He died exactly how he thought he would. In Sherlock’s arms. Hamish didn’t know what happened exactly. Everyone just told him that his daddy was gone and that he wouldn’t be back for a long time. He didn’t understand why. He often blamed himself because that’s what he saw Sherlock doing on a daily basis. “Did daddy love me?” Sherlock looked up with worried eyes. He could feel his heart clenching. Hamish won’t remember John very well when he gets older. And it hurts because Sherlock knows exactly how that feels. “Are you kidding? Your daddy loved you so much! He loved you to the moon and back.” “Papa, where’s the good place?” Hamish always had a lot of questions. He was like both his fathers. He was clever like Sherlock and caring and loving like John. But he always asked questions. He needed a logical answer for everything. Sherlock stood up and picked Hamish up over his head. “He’s up there.” He said “Is daddy on a cloud?” Hamish asked “Yes. Daddy is on a cloud. And if you really believe and you really hope, you’ll be able to see him looking back at you.” Hamish smiled. “Did you love daddy?” Sherlock pulled his son close and kissed his forehead. “Yes. Yes, I loved your daddy very much.” No, *sniff*, no *sniff*, I didn’t need my heart anymore. It died as I thought it would, in John’s and Sherlock’s arms.
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“Papa?”

“Yes, Hamish?” Sherlock said looking down at the young boy.

The boy looked back with blue eyes.

“Where’s daddy?”

Sherlock’s breath hitched in his throat. He knelt next to his son and held his shoulders.

“Hamish, your daddy is in a good place. But he’s going to be there for a while.”

“Why?”

“Well…I…I don’t know.” Sherlock hated it. He hated that the accident happened and it was all his fault.

When they were on a case and Sherlock shot at the suspect but the suspect jumped out of the way and John was right behind him. A bullet wound to the chest had John dead within an hour. He died exactly how he thought he would. In Sherlock’s arms.

Hamish didn’t know what happened exactly. Everyone just told him that his daddy was gone and that he wouldn’t be back for a long time. He didn’t understand why. He often blamed himself because that’s what he saw Sherlock doing on a daily basis.

“Did daddy love me?”

Sherlock looked up with worried eyes. He could feel his heart clenching. Hamish won’t remember John very well when he gets older. And it hurts because Sherlock knows exactly how that feels.

“Are you kidding? Your daddy loved you so much! He loved you to the moon and back.”

“Papa, where’s the good place?”

Hamish always had a lot of questions. He was like both his fathers. He was clever like Sherlock and caring and loving like John. But he always asked questions. He needed a logical answer for everything.

Sherlock stood up and picked Hamish up over his head.

“He’s up there.” He said

“Is daddy on a cloud?” Hamish asked

“Yes. Daddy is on a cloud. And if you really believe and you really hope, you’ll be able to see him looking back at you.”

Hamish smiled.

“Did you love daddy?”

Sherlock pulled his son close and kissed his forehead.

“Yes. Yes, I loved your daddy very much.”

No, *sniff*, no *sniff*, I didn’t need my heart anymore. It died as I thought it would, in John’s and Sherlock’s arms.

(via thescienceofjohnlock)

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johnwatsonismyspiritanimal: asyoumightimagine: …it is insane how well this works.  And Lestrade’s in the background like “You better fucking tell him Sherlock. I swear to God if I have to field one more drunk phone call from you at 3 in the morning telling me how much you miss him the next time he’s away on a medical conference, I’ll snog John myself and then you won’t ever be able to have him.”
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johnwatsonismyspiritanimal: asyoumightimagine: …it is insane how well this works.  And Lestrade’s in the background like “You better fucking tell him Sherlock. I swear to God if I have to field one more drunk phone call from you at 3 in the morning telling me how much you miss him the next time he’s away on a medical conference, I’ll snog John myself and then you won’t ever be able to have him.”
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…it is insane how well this works. 

And Lestrade’s in the background like “You better fucking tell him Sherlock. I swear to God if I have to field one more drunk phone call from you at 3 in the morning telling me how much you miss him the next time he’s away on a medical conference, I’ll snog John myself and then you won’t ever be able to have him.”

(via thescienceofjohnlock)

Source: lostiel

reapersun: excuse me i’m just going to roll around back here in the space before reichenbach a little longer i’ve still got all these requests from the first two episodes i wanted to do there was not enough TIME tumblr xdominoe: could you draw something where sherlock and john make a bet that john can’t surprise sherlock? obvs john surprise-kisses sherlock. “conceded - it’s possible.” “that’s 50 quid, sherlock.” : D : D
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excuse me i’m just going to roll around back here in the space before reichenbach a little longer

i’ve still got all these requests from the first two episodes i wanted to do there was not enough TIME tumblr

xdominoe: could you draw something where sherlock and john make a bet that john can’t surprise sherlock? obvs john surprise-kisses sherlock. “conceded - it’s possible.” “that’s 50 quid, sherlock.” : D : D

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vgeekery: a-cumberbatch-of-cookies: getsherlockinmybed: lokis-army-at-221b: erectionsandtea: sherlocked-inside-the-tardis: asabutterfieldz: AU: In which Hamish is beaten up at school because of his parents sexuality. Hamish dragged himself back from school, his muscles aching from the beating he had taken. The beatings were nothing new, but this one had been particularly bad. He winced as he walked up the steps and unlocked the door, letting himself in. Mrs. Hudson was out doing the shopping, so he was able to go upstairs without her fussing. However, getting past his fathers was another story altogether. He hadn’t made it an inch past the door when— “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?” John cried out, pulling his son in through the door and sitting him down. “Who did this?” “Dad, it’s nothing, really—” But John was having none of it. He called Sherlock, who came out of his “laboratory” looking quite cross. “John, I’m in the middle of—” He stopped, taking in his son’s swollen face, the bruising around the eye, the bleeding lip, the scrapes along the jaw and the wrists. “Who—” “I was just asking him.” “And I was saying that it was nothing,” Hamish said forcefully, moving to get up, but John wouldn’t let him. “Dad, really. It’s nothing that I can’t handle. Can I please go now?” John shook his head and sat down in front of his son. “No, you’re not leaving until you tell us who did this to you.” Hamish merely averted his eyes and wiped the blood that had been trickling out of his nose with the sleeve of his jumper. All he wanted at that moment was a hot shower. Sherlock walked forward until he was standing right in front of Hamish, his eyes sparking with ill restrained anger. “Who was it? Was it Ben Hawkins? Ted Whishaw?” Hamish didn’t answer for a second, staring down at Sherlock’s shoes, taking in the acid stains at the tips. “They said…it was because my parents are gay,” he said softly, hoping that they hadn’t heard. It was the last thing he wanted them to hear. That they were the cause of his weekly beatings. When he looked up, he knew that they had. Both men exchanged weary glances. John looked as if he had had the air had been knocked out of him. Sherlock stooped so that his face was level with that of his son, but he didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t know what to say. John broke the silence after a minute. “I’m sorry.” “No…no don’t. It’s not your fault,” Hamish said after a moment, looking them both in the eye. “It never was. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s better than…” but here he stopped. He never liked talking about the foster home. The memories he had of the place weren’t the most pleasant of things to look back on. He let out a small laugh. “Do you know what they said? They said that I was a garbage child. I was thrown out and only fags would want to keep me.” John flinched slightly at the word, but Sherlock remained stoic. “I told them that at least my parents wanted me. You two chose me because you wanted me. No one forced you to get me. No one kept you from giving me back or getting rid of me. None of the other kids get that. I told him at least I didn’t have to worry about my dad shagging the secretary from work, which got to Ben. His dad’s been cheating, it’s so obvious. I could see it plain as day when he came to pick Ben up last week. His shirt sleeves were rumpled, which isn’t necessary for—” John’s mouth quirked upward slightly at the way his tone quickened as he gave a detailed deconstruction of the wrinkles of Mr. Hawkins’ shirtsleeves. Hamish shook his head. He wasn’t going to waste time talking about Ben Hawkins or his dad. “I’m not an obligation, like he is,” Hamish said, picking at his torn jeans. “I was a choice. And you were mine.” #it’s my headcanon that they got hamish from a foster home when he was about ten #sherlock was against it and didn’t like hamish at first #but hamish took to listening to his dad rage about cases #and sherlock caught him at it but instead of telling him off #he told him how to listen in without being caught #and so hamish learned to observe from observing sherlock reblogging because you’re perfect and this is perfect and yes. Yes, total perfection. I’m normally not one for parent!lock, but this made me tear up a bit. This is the first Sherlock fanfiction I’ve read and I couldn’t have picked a better one. This is brilliant.
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vgeekery: a-cumberbatch-of-cookies: getsherlockinmybed: lokis-army-at-221b: erectionsandtea: sherlocked-inside-the-tardis: asabutterfieldz: AU: In which Hamish is beaten up at school because of his parents sexuality. Hamish dragged himself back from school, his muscles aching from the beating he had taken. The beatings were nothing new, but this one had been particularly bad. He winced as he walked up the steps and unlocked the door, letting himself in. Mrs. Hudson was out doing the shopping, so he was able to go upstairs without her fussing. However, getting past his fathers was another story altogether. He hadn’t made it an inch past the door when— “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?” John cried out, pulling his son in through the door and sitting him down. “Who did this?” “Dad, it’s nothing, really—” But John was having none of it. He called Sherlock, who came out of his “laboratory” looking quite cross. “John, I’m in the middle of—” He stopped, taking in his son’s swollen face, the bruising around the eye, the bleeding lip, the scrapes along the jaw and the wrists. “Who—” “I was just asking him.” “And I was saying that it was nothing,” Hamish said forcefully, moving to get up, but John wouldn’t let him. “Dad, really. It’s nothing that I can’t handle. Can I please go now?” John shook his head and sat down in front of his son. “No, you’re not leaving until you tell us who did this to you.” Hamish merely averted his eyes and wiped the blood that had been trickling out of his nose with the sleeve of his jumper. All he wanted at that moment was a hot shower. Sherlock walked forward until he was standing right in front of Hamish, his eyes sparking with ill restrained anger. “Who was it? Was it Ben Hawkins? Ted Whishaw?” Hamish didn’t answer for a second, staring down at Sherlock’s shoes, taking in the acid stains at the tips. “They said…it was because my parents are gay,” he said softly, hoping that they hadn’t heard. It was the last thing he wanted them to hear. That they were the cause of his weekly beatings. When he looked up, he knew that they had. Both men exchanged weary glances. John looked as if he had had the air had been knocked out of him. Sherlock stooped so that his face was level with that of his son, but he didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t know what to say. John broke the silence after a minute. “I’m sorry.” “No…no don’t. It’s not your fault,” Hamish said after a moment, looking them both in the eye. “It never was. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s better than…” but here he stopped. He never liked talking about the foster home. The memories he had of the place weren’t the most pleasant of things to look back on. He let out a small laugh. “Do you know what they said? They said that I was a garbage child. I was thrown out and only fags would want to keep me.” John flinched slightly at the word, but Sherlock remained stoic. “I told them that at least my parents wanted me. You two chose me because you wanted me. No one forced you to get me. No one kept you from giving me back or getting rid of me. None of the other kids get that. I told him at least I didn’t have to worry about my dad shagging the secretary from work, which got to Ben. His dad’s been cheating, it’s so obvious. I could see it plain as day when he came to pick Ben up last week. His shirt sleeves were rumpled, which isn’t necessary for—” John’s mouth quirked upward slightly at the way his tone quickened as he gave a detailed deconstruction of the wrinkles of Mr. Hawkins’ shirtsleeves. Hamish shook his head. He wasn’t going to waste time talking about Ben Hawkins or his dad. “I’m not an obligation, like he is,” Hamish said, picking at his torn jeans. “I was a choice. And you were mine.” #it’s my headcanon that they got hamish from a foster home when he was about ten #sherlock was against it and didn’t like hamish at first #but hamish took to listening to his dad rage about cases #and sherlock caught him at it but instead of telling him off #he told him how to listen in without being caught #and so hamish learned to observe from observing sherlock reblogging because you’re perfect and this is perfect and yes. Yes, total perfection. I’m normally not one for parent!lock, but this made me tear up a bit. This is the first Sherlock fanfiction I’ve read and I couldn’t have picked a better one. This is brilliant.
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vgeekery: a-cumberbatch-of-cookies: getsherlockinmybed: lokis-army-at-221b: erectionsandtea: sherlocked-inside-the-tardis: asabutterfieldz: AU: In which Hamish is beaten up at school because of his parents sexuality. Hamish dragged himself back from school, his muscles aching from the beating he had taken. The beatings were nothing new, but this one had been particularly bad. He winced as he walked up the steps and unlocked the door, letting himself in. Mrs. Hudson was out doing the shopping, so he was able to go upstairs without her fussing. However, getting past his fathers was another story altogether. He hadn’t made it an inch past the door when— “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?” John cried out, pulling his son in through the door and sitting him down. “Who did this?” “Dad, it’s nothing, really—” But John was having none of it. He called Sherlock, who came out of his “laboratory” looking quite cross. “John, I’m in the middle of—” He stopped, taking in his son’s swollen face, the bruising around the eye, the bleeding lip, the scrapes along the jaw and the wrists. “Who—” “I was just asking him.” “And I was saying that it was nothing,” Hamish said forcefully, moving to get up, but John wouldn’t let him. “Dad, really. It’s nothing that I can’t handle. Can I please go now?” John shook his head and sat down in front of his son. “No, you’re not leaving until you tell us who did this to you.” Hamish merely averted his eyes and wiped the blood that had been trickling out of his nose with the sleeve of his jumper. All he wanted at that moment was a hot shower. Sherlock walked forward until he was standing right in front of Hamish, his eyes sparking with ill restrained anger. “Who was it? Was it Ben Hawkins? Ted Whishaw?” Hamish didn’t answer for a second, staring down at Sherlock’s shoes, taking in the acid stains at the tips. “They said…it was because my parents are gay,” he said softly, hoping that they hadn’t heard. It was the last thing he wanted them to hear. That they were the cause of his weekly beatings. When he looked up, he knew that they had. Both men exchanged weary glances. John looked as if he had had the air had been knocked out of him. Sherlock stooped so that his face was level with that of his son, but he didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t know what to say. John broke the silence after a minute. “I’m sorry.” “No…no don’t. It’s not your fault,” Hamish said after a moment, looking them both in the eye. “It never was. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s better than…” but here he stopped. He never liked talking about the foster home. The memories he had of the place weren’t the most pleasant of things to look back on. He let out a small laugh. “Do you know what they said? They said that I was a garbage child. I was thrown out and only fags would want to keep me.” John flinched slightly at the word, but Sherlock remained stoic. “I told them that at least my parents wanted me. You two chose me because you wanted me. No one forced you to get me. No one kept you from giving me back or getting rid of me. None of the other kids get that. I told him at least I didn’t have to worry about my dad shagging the secretary from work, which got to Ben. His dad’s been cheating, it’s so obvious. I could see it plain as day when he came to pick Ben up last week. His shirt sleeves were rumpled, which isn’t necessary for—” John’s mouth quirked upward slightly at the way his tone quickened as he gave a detailed deconstruction of the wrinkles of Mr. Hawkins’ shirtsleeves. Hamish shook his head. He wasn’t going to waste time talking about Ben Hawkins or his dad. “I’m not an obligation, like he is,” Hamish said, picking at his torn jeans. “I was a choice. And you were mine.” #it’s my headcanon that they got hamish from a foster home when he was about ten #sherlock was against it and didn’t like hamish at first #but hamish took to listening to his dad rage about cases #and sherlock caught him at it but instead of telling him off #he told him how to listen in without being caught #and so hamish learned to observe from observing sherlock reblogging because you’re perfect and this is perfect and yes. Yes, total perfection. I’m normally not one for parent!lock, but this made me tear up a bit. This is the first Sherlock fanfiction I’ve read and I couldn’t have picked a better one. This is brilliant.
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vgeekery: a-cumberbatch-of-cookies: getsherlockinmybed: lokis-army-at-221b: erectionsandtea: sherlocked-inside-the-tardis: asabutterfieldz: AU: In which Hamish is beaten up at school because of his parents sexuality. Hamish dragged himself back from school, his muscles aching from the beating he had taken. The beatings were nothing new, but this one had been particularly bad. He winced as he walked up the steps and unlocked the door, letting himself in. Mrs. Hudson was out doing the shopping, so he was able to go upstairs without her fussing. However, getting past his fathers was another story altogether. He hadn’t made it an inch past the door when— “Jesus, what the hell happened to you?” John cried out, pulling his son in through the door and sitting him down. “Who did this?” “Dad, it’s nothing, really—” But John was having none of it. He called Sherlock, who came out of his “laboratory” looking quite cross. “John, I’m in the middle of—” He stopped, taking in his son’s swollen face, the bruising around the eye, the bleeding lip, the scrapes along the jaw and the wrists. “Who—” “I was just asking him.” “And I was saying that it was nothing,” Hamish said forcefully, moving to get up, but John wouldn’t let him. “Dad, really. It’s nothing that I can’t handle. Can I please go now?” John shook his head and sat down in front of his son. “No, you’re not leaving until you tell us who did this to you.” Hamish merely averted his eyes and wiped the blood that had been trickling out of his nose with the sleeve of his jumper. All he wanted at that moment was a hot shower. Sherlock walked forward until he was standing right in front of Hamish, his eyes sparking with ill restrained anger. “Who was it? Was it Ben Hawkins? Ted Whishaw?” Hamish didn’t answer for a second, staring down at Sherlock’s shoes, taking in the acid stains at the tips. “They said…it was because my parents are gay,” he said softly, hoping that they hadn’t heard. It was the last thing he wanted them to hear. That they were the cause of his weekly beatings. When he looked up, he knew that they had. Both men exchanged weary glances. John looked as if he had had the air had been knocked out of him. Sherlock stooped so that his face was level with that of his son, but he didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t know what to say. John broke the silence after a minute. “I’m sorry.” “No…no don’t. It’s not your fault,” Hamish said after a moment, looking them both in the eye. “It never was. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s better than…” but here he stopped. He never liked talking about the foster home. The memories he had of the place weren’t the most pleasant of things to look back on. He let out a small laugh. “Do you know what they said? They said that I was a garbage child. I was thrown out and only fags would want to keep me.” John flinched slightly at the word, but Sherlock remained stoic. “I told them that at least my parents wanted me. You two chose me because you wanted me. No one forced you to get me. No one kept you from giving me back or getting rid of me. None of the other kids get that. I told him at least I didn’t have to worry about my dad shagging the secretary from work, which got to Ben. His dad’s been cheating, it’s so obvious. I could see it plain as day when he came to pick Ben up last week. His shirt sleeves were rumpled, which isn’t necessary for—” John’s mouth quirked upward slightly at the way his tone quickened as he gave a detailed deconstruction of the wrinkles of Mr. Hawkins’ shirtsleeves. Hamish shook his head. He wasn’t going to waste time talking about Ben Hawkins or his dad. “I’m not an obligation, like he is,” Hamish said, picking at his torn jeans. “I was a choice. And you were mine.” #it’s my headcanon that they got hamish from a foster home when he was about ten #sherlock was against it and didn’t like hamish at first #but hamish took to listening to his dad rage about cases #and sherlock caught him at it but instead of telling him off #he told him how to listen in without being caught #and so hamish learned to observe from observing sherlock reblogging because you’re perfect and this is perfect and yes. Yes, total perfection. I’m normally not one for parent!lock, but this made me tear up a bit. This is the first Sherlock fanfiction I’ve read and I couldn’t have picked a better one. This is brilliant.
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AU: In which Hamish is beaten up at school because of his parents sexuality.

Hamish dragged himself back from school, his muscles aching from the beating he had taken. The beatings were nothing new, but this one had been particularly bad. He winced as he walked up the steps and unlocked the door, letting himself in. Mrs. Hudson was out doing the shopping, so he was able to go upstairs without her fussing.

However, getting past his fathers was another story altogether. He hadn’t made it an inch past the door when—

“Jesus, what the hell happened to you?” John cried out, pulling his son in through the door and sitting him down. “Who did this?”

“Dad, it’s nothing, really—”

But John was having none of it. He called Sherlock, who came out of his “laboratory” looking quite cross.

“John, I’m in the middle of—” He stopped, taking in his son’s swollen face, the bruising around the eye, the bleeding lip, the scrapes along the jaw and the wrists. “Who—”

“I was just asking him.”

“And I was saying that it was nothing,” Hamish said forcefully, moving to get up, but John wouldn’t let him. “Dad, really. It’s nothing that I can’t handle. Can I please go now?”

John shook his head and sat down in front of his son. “No, you’re not leaving until you tell us who did this to you.”

Hamish merely averted his eyes and wiped the blood that had been trickling out of his nose with the sleeve of his jumper. All he wanted at that moment was a hot shower.

Sherlock walked forward until he was standing right in front of Hamish, his eyes sparking with ill restrained anger. “Who was it? Was it Ben Hawkins? Ted Whishaw?”

Hamish didn’t answer for a second, staring down at Sherlock’s shoes, taking in the acid stains at the tips. “They said…it was because my parents are gay,” he said softly, hoping that they hadn’t heard. It was the last thing he wanted them to hear. That they were the cause of his weekly beatings.

When he looked up, he knew that they had. Both men exchanged weary glances. John looked as if he had had the air had been knocked out of him. Sherlock stooped so that his face was level with that of his son, but he didn’t have anything to say. He didn’t know what to say.

John broke the silence after a minute.

“I’m sorry.”

“No…no don’t. It’s not your fault,” Hamish said after a moment, looking them both in the eye. “It never was. I wouldn’t have it any other way. It’s better than…” but here he stopped. He never liked talking about the foster home. The memories he had of the place weren’t the most pleasant of things to look back on. He let out a small laugh. “Do you know what they said? They said that I was a garbage child. I was thrown out and only fags would want to keep me.”

John flinched slightly at the word, but Sherlock remained stoic.

“I told them that at least my parents wanted me. You two chose me because you wanted me. No one forced you to get me. No one kept you from giving me back or getting rid of me. None of the other kids get that. I told him at least I didn’t have to worry about my dad shagging the secretary from work, which got to Ben. His dad’s been cheating, it’s so obvious. I could see it plain as day when he came to pick Ben up last week. His shirt sleeves were rumpled, which isn’t necessary for—”

John’s mouth quirked upward slightly at the way his tone quickened as he gave a detailed deconstruction of the wrinkles of Mr. Hawkins’ shirtsleeves.

Hamish shook his head. He wasn’t going to waste time talking about Ben Hawkins or his dad.

“I’m not an obligation, like he is,” Hamish said, picking at his torn jeans. “I was a choice. And you were mine.”

#it’s my headcanon that they got hamish from a foster home when he was about ten #sherlock was against it and didn’t like hamish at first #but hamish took to listening to his dad rage about cases #and sherlock caught him at it but instead of telling him off #he told him how to listen in without being caught #and so hamish learned to observe from observing sherlock

reblogging because you’re perfect and this is perfect and yes.

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Yes, total perfection.

I’m normally not one for parent!lock, but this made me tear up a bit.

This is the first Sherlock fanfiction I’ve read and I couldn’t have picked a better one. This is brilliant.

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