Just one more minute (Sheriarty fanfic)

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James never needed to feel. Never wanted to. But even so, he got lonely. It's hard to think and plan when you need company, but he hates everyone. Just one minute. One minute to feel desired, to feel loved. That's all he needed.All Rights Reserved

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Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing: what she was asking was the impossible, wasn't it? Closing his eyes again he tried to say it the way she wanted it. "I... love you." It sounded more forced than the actual truth, causing him to shake his head violently. Taking another shaky breath, Sherlock searched his inner thoughts. He remembered every moment they spent together; every conversation; every laugh; every awkward moment; every cup of coffee; every unspoken word; every kiss on the cheek; every minute he wished he had spent admiring her beauty. He recalled every one of those short moments of emotion and put it into just three little words: "I love you." Edited: 11.21.2020

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Sherlock has never believed in love, nor has he ever needed it. That has all changed now. He loves John Watson. He wants John Watson. It burns like fire, like heroin running through his veins. Not a desire. An addiction. Maybe it's just John. Maybe it's that intoxicating touch and empathetic demeanour. Maybe it's the way he cares so much. What makes Sherlock so addicted to John Watson? The man who's never wanted anyone now needs someone. Is it something he'll be able to handle?

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John's never seen a kid like him. He has this beautiful, crazy grace - withheld behind a smug smile and wisecracks that make John frustrated in so many different kinds of ways. And his eyes; crystal clear, decisive, cleaning through the unimportant things to find the valuables in life. He may or may not have a thing for smoking and James Bond, his favorite ice cream is mint with a chocolate swirl, and he is absolutely addicted to Pop Rocks and toffee. He enjoys pretty boys and warehouses, where he can hoard and think and be alone. Also, bumper cars, and John Watson. But Sherlock Holmes's thing, his niche, his calling in life... is to steal. Books. Wallets. Phones. Cars. Everything you've ever wanted, he's had. Everything you've ever wished for, he's stolen. Everything you are, everything you told yourself that you weren't, he owns, and he plays you like an out-of-tune violin. Does that mean that John's going to let him steal his heart? Not a shot in hell.

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John struggles with his war PTSD to this day, barely managing to make it through each passing day. But this is all made 10x worse as he's manipulated and assaulted by an old 'friend'.

Because It's True

Sherlock couldn't believe what he was hearing: what she was asking was the impossible, wasn't it? Closing his eyes again he tried to say it the way she wanted it. "I... love you." It sounded more forced than the actual truth, causing him to shake his head violently. Taking another shaky breath, Sherlock searched his inner thoughts. He remembered every moment they spent together; every conversation; every laugh; every awkward moment; every cup of coffee; every unspoken word; every kiss on the cheek; every minute he wished he had spent admiring her beauty. He recalled every one of those short moments of emotion and put it into just three little words: "I love you." Edited: 11.21.2020

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