sherlock becoming an anxious mess the night before his marriage to john and being super rude (like the night at baskerville) and john just takes his hands and says “this time im getting it right. im marrying you. history won’t repeat itself.”
I don’t get umbrellas, blargh! oh btw, guys! Read this fic! Cheese aside (beware, it’s really, really cheesy), I quite like the idea of Sherlock having a fiddle contest with …a fairy…the faerie queen. FIDDLE CONTEST. Or leprechauns.