watsonshoneybee:

watsonshoneybee:

sherlock’s face the day john brings a puppy home for him 

little bit of soft, little bit of surprise, little bit of tremble. do you like her? john asks, holding puppy in his arms, dodging her little paw when it swipes at his chin. 

sherlock doesn’t blink. he reaches out a hand to touch the wayward paw with one fingertip. what’s her name? his voice cracks. 

she’s yours, if you want her, john says. he’s smiling. he’s thinking about when people cry out of happiness. you can decide. 

john, sherlock breathes. can i see her? he holds out his arms, and john settles her, soft and wriggly and trying to sneak kisses, into them. i’m not sure i know how to name a puppy.

john laughs. as long as you don’t name her after a serial killer, it’ll be fine.