Fluff & Stuff

Can't Help Falling In Love

Sherlock laughed, looking at some pictures from her childhood with John and Greg. In the picture, Greg was holding a very young weasel in his hands, holding it away from his body in fear of being attached with adorableness. It had been a gift from John, who said he wanted someone to protect over her while she was gone. Her father had sent her to a girls only school so she could be raised as a 'proper lady' as he put it.

In the picture, Sherlock was standing to the side, looking at a curious John that was holding his gift from Sherlock. That picture had been taken before she left on her train and came back several years later. The picture was old but still kept in good condition due to how much Sherlock cared for it.

Sherlock's weasel, Yuchi, growled as a pebble was thrown to the window from outside. Sherlock perked up, calming down her weasel by petting its head before placing the pictures on the bed and walking towards the window and opening it, standing on the balcony. She looked down and saw John at the bottom with a huge smile.

"Meet me at the gates at dawn." He said, a guitar strapped to his back. He didn't specify but Sherlock already knew what gates he meant. The gates to San Londres.

"But John-"

"Please, Sherlock." John pleaded with big eyes, Sherlock battling with herself before deciding.

"Alright." She nodded, John's smile widening greatly.

Several hours passed and she walked to the gates of San Londres, seeing nothing different but a beautiful trail of candles. She followed the trail, admiring whoever had the time to light each one of them and place them so organized.

In the distance, Sherlock heard a guitar strumming, along with someone singing in a beautifully soft voice. She followed the trail of candles, which led to a tree with John resting his back against it, strumming the guitar Sherlock had seen earlier around his back.

They made eye contact, both of them smiling instantly. She walked towards him, not breaking eye contact with him as he continued singing to her.

"Wise men say.

Only fools rush in.

But I can't help falling in love with you."

Sherlock finally reached John and was standing a few feet away, while looking at him.

"But I can't help falling in love with you."

John knelt down to one knee, strapping the guitar to his back before holding both of Sherlock's hands. Sherlock's eyes widened, a small gasp of surprise escaping her lips.

"I cannot give you a ring. All I can offer is my love." John said looking down at their intertwined hands. "I may not be the town hero, Sherlock, but I swear with all my heart, I will never stop loving you." John said, looking up at Sherlock with nothing but pure adoration.

"Oh, John." Sherlock sighed almost dreamily. "And I will always love the man that plays from the heart." John smiled up at her, remembering what was carved into the bottom of his guitar. Both leaned in, meeting each other halfway in a sweet kiss.

(A/N: AGH. Inspired by The Book Of Life. I'M OBSESSED WITH IT. It's a great movie and you should really watch it. Go watch it right now. Bye. I love you, dear reader.)