[Shortfic Sherlock BBC]

Love in Easter

“Believe in fate. Believe in the events that bring love.”

Wait...take it easy. Don't be suspicious. Why did you start a new fic!? Actually, Wright hasn't stopped fan fiction yet.

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Well, I'm afraid that people will misunderstand (yikes) that Wright wrote this fic. Because I want to practice narrating in the third person. Don't get angry, readers. Anyway, Wright has to dress up.

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Let's finish it first. 5555 Today it is like this.

shortfic

in the story

Sherlock

from the channel

BBC

Let me warn you in advance that This is like... “

YAOI!!!”

Everyone can read it because it's not 18's.

Anyone who is not a girl but wants to be a girl can read this (haha).

Of course it has to be a couple.

Sherlock x John

This event will take place on Easter. Wright himself rarely writes.

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How much is it? You can actually dress it up. I will start with this fic. If there is a mistake or what should be fixed, please comment below. Okay!! There's a lot of bullshit. Let's go see the story...

Plus, 555.

Anyway, we like this couple. It looks really cool.

Thank you for the most precious theme in three worlds from...

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“Phew...”

The sound of the wind blowing in the afternoon along a street somewhere in the heart of the capital of England, 'London'. People were still busy walking in opposite directions. It was an afternoon that there wasn't much sunshine because... It was obscured by large clouds, but at least there was still some light emanating from those clouds.

Among the crowd of people was a small man. which he is very small He was about a hundred and sixty-eight, which was below the standard for men in England. This made him easily noticeable as he carried a pile of things in his hands. In a hurry to go somewhere

“Today's Easter party is going to be really fun,” he said, smiling.

He is 'Dr. John Hamish Watson', a skilled young surgeon who has just returned from his duties as a military doctor in Afghanistan, and he is also fighting. Even though he has been through many harsh times, he is still proud to have performed his duties perfectly.

As John passed along the road, he heard the joyful singing of children. In their hands, they held baskets filled with four to five eggs decorated with beautiful patterns. Some shops decorated their storefronts with eggs strung up like garlands and attached them to the entrance with sparkling glitter. Glowing light all around

There's almost no need to guess what festival this is...

Easter or Passover It is the celebration of Jesus Christ's resurrection from the dead and the final day of Lent, where Christians remember Jesus' suffering before his death on the cross throughout the 40-day festival. Starting from day one (Palm Sunday

PalmSunday)

Christians must commit to remembering Jesus' suffering according to the Bible and praying. Donate things, fast and don't be extravagant. Live your life in the most humble way.

Easter Day There is no fixed date, but Christians take the first Sunday after the full moon in the 4th lunar month to mark the day after Easter is celebrated. will enter the Passover festival This festival is a festival for Christians to renew their faith and mark a new beginning of life in Christ.

Which was exactly on April 11th.

The small figure walked up to his destination and gently stroked his blond hair. The place he came from was house number 221.

B

It's Baker Street. It was his usual residence. John cautiously reached out and opened the door because the amount of things he was carrying was almost overwhelming.

“I'm back, Mrs. Hudson!!” he shouted.

John supported the paper bag and slowly walked up the stairs, one step at a time, until he arrived at his usual living room. He put the paper bag down on the coffee table and wiped away his sweat casually. There was no one in the living room.

“Or...he hasn't come yet?” John said to himself.

“Mr. Watson!!”

A voice as sweet as honey calling from behind her was the owner of flat number 221.

B  ‘

'Mrs. Hudson,' she has blond hair, wears a purple long-sleeved shirt, underneath is a white long-sleeved shirt. An oat-colored skirt that reaches to the knees. The slippers in the shape of a rabbit with ears sticking out made her look like she was in her troubled years again.

"oh! Hello Mrs. Hudson Where did everyone else go?” John asked.

“Uh...Sherlock was sitting here just now,” she replied, moving to the red armchair.

“Where are you going with that guy?”

“I guess...I must have been too strong just now,” she said softly.

“What are you doing?” John asked, raising his eyebrows.

“John!!!”

A deep, soft voice suddenly broke in, followed by the sound of running loudly down the stairs, as if he had just encountered a ghost. The tall figure of a young man with dark brown curly hair was dressed in a blue duvet that went down to his feet with a shawl. White covered his face, closed his eyes, and bowed his head. Panting erratically

"What's wrong Sherlock?" John asked the tall figure, his head bowed.

“Don't...don't look!!” he shouted to stop him.

"what happened!? Why do you have to cover your face and eyes!?” John looked down at the tall figure.

“Oh...it's really bad,” the young man stammered.

"Don't be afraid. I promise I won't laugh."

“Are you sure?”

"Sure..." John nodded.

When the young man felt confident in his best friend, he slowly lifted the veil that was covering his eyes...

“Oh…” The turquoise eyes opened in surprise.

'William Sherlock Scott Holmes' or 'Sherlock Holmes', the most talented assistant detective in London, is a friend of John. He often helps the police solve complicated cases. And always takes John to solve cases together. His intellect is excellent, able to analyze people's personalities in detail and accuracy within one minute, even if they have not known each other before.

His violin playing skills are excellent, but he is weak at astronomy and understanding people's feelings, especially 'love'.

“Who does this to you?” John said. He could hardly hold back his laughter.

“Uh...well...”

Sherlock Holmes He was dressed in a fluffy white bunny ears headband and his light green eyes looked at Mrs. Hudson with a pointed look. 'This is the person who did it'

“Well...Sherlock, today is Easter. I would like to make it a little more festive. Plus, it suits you better.” Mrs. Hudson corrected her weakly.

“I don't think it suits me at all!!” he argued harshly.

“Besides, this soft fur is so disgusting I'm going to die! Why do I have to wear it!?”

“Very rude,” Mrs. Hudson sounded sad.

"Come on...it suits you very well. I agree with Mrs. Hudson," John said, reaching out to playfully grab the soft, furry bowtie that was sticking out.

“Is that right?” She immediately smiled sweetly.

"Oh! I completely forgot about the tea. I'm going to make tea in a moment.” Mrs. Hudson hurried towards the kitchen.

"Damn it...when will the party end?" Sherlock suddenly complained.

“We haven't started yet!” said John. “Letstrage and Molly, they haven't arrived yet.”

"Boring..." Sherlock sat down on his personal armchair.

"I'm bored, John...I want to solve the case."

“No one is asking to solve a case during the Easter holidays like this.”

Sherlock is very boring, that's another disadvantage of his. If he doesn't go out to solve cases or have free work. He will look dull and not energetic. One thing that can help him relieve stress is playing the violin

"I'm going to go change my clothes..." Sherlock said with a snort. before bouncing up and disappearing towards the stairs.

“Tea is finished.” Mrs. Hudson held up a teacup tray with five teacups. According to the number of people coming to the party, she gently placed it on the dining table.

“You need to clean this up,” she said, cleaning up the clutter on the table until it was clean. The scent of chamomile tea wafted into John's nostrils, making him feel more refreshed.

“Smells good,” he said to himself. “I just found out...that this room is very beautifully decorated.”

John looked around the room. There were Easter eggs hanging all over the walls. All of the Easter eggs were so beautifully decorated that he couldn't wait for the Letstrikes.

“Here, hot tea and cookies.” Mrs. Hudson carried a tray of teacups to the small table between two armchairs.

"wow! They look delicious.” John leaned over and looked at about ten small rabbit-shaped cookies that were decorated with rabbit faces and artificial sugar.

“What looks delicious?” Sherlock, who had just come down from changing clothes. He walked over to the armchair.

“They look similar to my bunny ears, right?” Sherlock said, pointing at the bunny ears headband. It trembled a little, its furry rippled slightly.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh...it's cute." John touched the bunny ears. The fur is so soft and soft><

"I'll be your rabbit for one day," Sherlock said. Shaking head cutely

“Haha,” John laughed.

“Hello guys…” a deep voice said from behind. “Oh...Sherlock.”

He is 'Inspector Letstrage', a police officer stationed at Scotland Yard. He is another friend of Holmes who always comes to him for advice on difficult cases, which is why they have known each other for a long time and are friends.

“What happened to your head? It's so...oops!” Letstrage nearly burst out laughing when he saw our little Holmes wearing his adorable bunny ears. It really didn't suit his personality at all. In the opinion of this inspector

"Then why?" Sherlock asked coldly.

“No...no...it just feels weird,” Letstrage said. His face still secretly smiled.

“Why? It looks cute.”

'Molly Hooper' is a beautiful auburn-haired beauty who loves to work, wearing a long-sleeved white silk robe and a short knee-length skirt. He is a rather diligent person. And is often Holmes's assistant when testing evidence in various cases. They often go to the chemistry room together, which is also the place where John first meets Watson.

“Thank you, Molly,” Sherlock smiled wryly, flicking his bunny ears.

“Okay...I'll pretend I don't care,” Letstrage said. “Then let's have tea together.”

Everyone sat in their chairs, John picked up some rabbit cookies and ate them along with some sweet tea. Sherlock walked over and picked up a violin and started playing a beautiful song until everyone fell into a blissful trance. n Mrs. Hudson watches Sherlock's performance until she closes her eyes, while Molly and Letstrage are talking excitedly together. This event continued until 4 p.m.

“Today I have a fun game to invite you to play.”

Letstrage lifted up a cardboard box from beside his leg that appeared to be a toy-wrapping box. He opened it and it was like a basket containing hundreds of small Easter eggs, all of them rainbow colored.

“The game is called ‘Easter Fortune Telling.’ I thought it was fun so I bought it from the store.

Hamleys”

"So how do you play this game?" John asked curiously.

“It's easy to die...just randomly pick up an egg from the basket and open it. You will find a piece of paper that can predict the future and most of the time those who catch it will do exactly that,” Letstrage explained.

“Since when did you learn to buy toys like this?” Sherlock furrowed his brow until he could see slight wrinkles.

“I just want everyone to have some fun at the festival,” Letstrage said, smiling.

"Alright...I'll take the first person, followed by Molly, John, and then you..."

Everyone gathered together in order.

"Okay...Open it everyone."

The four opened the egg at the same time, hiding a piece of paper rolled up into a spiral. Take it out and let's open it and read.

“What is this? Free your mind. Then things will get better.” Letstrage read along the piece of paper, raising an eyebrow.

“My thing is, you'll be happy tomorrow.” Molly stared at the piece of paper. “Are we suffering these days?” she muttered.

“Stop arrogantly. It might give you an easy life.” Sherlock almost wanted to crumple up the confetti and throw it on the floor. It was like an insult from a toy that was nerve-wracking to him.

“John...what did you get?” Sherlock leaned over to look at his best friend.

“You are about to find true love that is close to you.”

“It really is nonsense, right?” John squared his shoulders.

“Sherlock?”

John noticed his friend's behavior was strange after reading his paper and Sherlock stormed out of there with a hot blush on his face. Sherlock pretended to look at the view. from the window

“Have you ever had a crush on your best friend?” That's how Sherlock felt right now.

He's secretly been in love with a little guy like John for over a year now, but since they've been close friends for a long time, if he were to tell him, he might lose this dear friend, which would hurt more than anything else. So I could only keep my feelings alone inside my heart.

"Perhaps...we secretly love him like this...it would be good," Sherlock mused as his eyes lowered.

A long time has passed for Easter celebrations in house number 221.

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Baker Street, until exactly 7:00 p.m. Molly and Letstrage would be heading home.

“Thank you so much for the party! Easter eggs for you two.” Molly handed the eggs to Sherlock and John.

"Thank you, Molly," Sherlock accepted, smiling politely.

“It was very cute,” John said.

“The other one from Letstrage is star-shaped,” Molly pointed out.

“Thank you very much,” John smiled. “Next year, let's celebrate together again.”

"You're very welcome," Molly smiled. Walking out of the living room with Letstrage.

“Oh...forget it.” John took long steps towards the dining table.

“This is your egg, Sherlock, for our friendship.”

John handed out an Easter egg, it was in the shape of a unicorn. It has a pointed horn made from a gold colored synthetic fabric that glows with glitter. Decorate the unicorn's face with a cute pink scrap of fabric. (According to the cover of the novel)

"It's very cute, John," Sherlock admitted. Smile so wide that your beautifully straight teeth can be seen.

“I have something for you, too.” Sherlock placed the egg on the coffee table, took off his bunny ears headband, and gently put it on John.

"You look cute wearing this..." Sherlock said.

“Eh!? What is this to you!?” John said in surprise, grabbing the rabbit's soft, furry ears. (Imagining Mr. Martin wearing a bow tie would make him so angry~)

"Want to keep you to myself..." Sherlock said softly.

“What do you say?”

“Wha...no, what time is it now?”

"It's five past seven." John looked at his watch.

“I want to invite you to go somewhere...come with me.”

This would be the perfect opportunity for Sherlock to finally confess his feelings for the little guy, even if it might come at the cost of excruciating pain...

Sherlock pulled on a thick coat and a charcoal black silk scarf, and John picked up a grey-brown jacket over it. Before they both walked out of the living room together.

Sherlock waved to hail a taxi and they took a ride, looking at the view along the way. Even though it was 7:00 p.m., everyone was still as busy as ever. Some families had just returned from celebrating in the provinces. John looked outside in the mirror, breathing in the air fully into his lungs.

“Where are you taking me?” the little one asked.

"park

St.Jame”

“Why are you taking me there?” John asked.

“I thought I'd invite you to make a wish.”

[Many people wonder what this public park is?]

Brief history:

Located in the heart of London's ceremonial precinct, this royal park is a great location for an afternoon of splendor or a picnic on the grass. St. James Park is a respite from the hustle and bustle of London. 57 acres (23 hectares) of green space

This is within walking distance of three nationally treasured landmarks, including Buckingham Palace. Palace of Westminster and St. James's Palace

Thanks to the royal family, London has many beautiful gardens. It was once a royal hunting and riding ground and is now open to the public. St. James Park is the oldest of the parks. The eight places that make up the "lungs of London"

After watching the changing of the guard ceremony at nearby Buckingham Palace, You can stop by at

Queen Victoria Memorial

And this national park is not far away, flanked on either side.

The Mall

one side and

Birdcage Walk

Another side

On weekdays in summer, many office workers can sit on the grass and listen to free concerts, or rent deck chairs and watch pelicans and mallards float about in St. James Park's lake. The lake has two islands which are home to woodpeckers, owls and magpies.

Sherlock invited John to stop here in front of the entrance of the park. A line of people lined up to write Easter wishes. People lined up until it was John and Sher's turn. lock

"I'm going to write..." Jo Ranan said, picking up a black magic pen.

“Write,” Sherlock said. He finished writing before it was his turn.

“This guy...did something so fast,” John said, putting down his pen.

“What did you write?” Sherlock tried to look up.

“I won't tell.” John quickly folded the paper and took out a rolled-up egg from another basket and placed a wish in it.

“You probably guessed it right with something like this,” John said. Drop the egg into the other basket and say 'For a wish'.

"People ask for different things, John," said Sherlock. "If I had to, I'd guess you'd ask for love."

“That's it! That said, you must know,” John said, frowning.

"Me too..." Sherlock said. Put the eggs in the basket

“Like you, asking for love!?” John's eyes widened incredulously.

"I don't believe it," Sherlock said. Then walked out of the crowd.

“Wait a minute!!” John hurriedly walked up to his best friend. “Do you secretly like someone?”

suddenly...

“Can you tell me?” John looked up at Sherlock, who was silent now that they had walked so far that they were out of sight of the people in front of the park entrance.

“Please tell John the rabbit…” John shook his head so cutely that the rabbit's ears vibrated.

“What the hell are you doing?” Sherlock said, grinning.

“Tell me…” John stood up on tiptoe, bringing his face closer to the tall figure. Turquoise eyes stared longingly into light green eyes.

Tuk Tak...Tuk Tak... Sherlock's heartbeat was irregular. His face was only a few inches close to John's, almost kissing /////

"I...I can tell you," Sherlock said, holding the little man's body to stand still.

“Actually...I'm...” he began, embarrassed.

“Huh?” John looked at the tall figure.

“What I'm about to say might ruin our friendship. Are you sure about that?”

“What could possibly destroy our friendship?”

"Well...since you said it like this," Sherlock coughed softly.

“Ahem...I...I love you...” His voice was so soft.

“What did you say?” John put his ear closer.

“I said I love you!!”

“Phew…” The sound of the wind blew past their faces. Silence spread for a moment.

"Huh..." John's eyes widened. I couldn't believe my dear friend's words.

“You...you mean love as friends, right?” John asked to make sure.

“Friendly love...I gave it to you until I was bored.”

Bang!! The sound of fireworks being lit in the center of the palace.

St.Jame

It was in the shape of a large Easter egg firework. There wasn't just one picture, but more than three or four. before followed by a final message that said...

“Happy Easter,” John looked up at the sky and smiled happily.

“It's beautiful.”

"Um..." Sherlock replied shortly.

Now, no matter what happens, he is ready to face everything. Even if John rejects him, it doesn't matter if it keeps the friendship alive because he just wants to express his feelings for his best friend, that's all. That's enough.

“Sherlock,” John called the tall figure.

“What is it, John?” Sherlock turned around.

"Thank you...for everything." John walked closer to the tall figure.

“You are a good friend, always helping me with everything...”

"um"

"You know...you're a good person yourself, even if you seem a bit crazy."

"um..."

“When you like to brag too.”

"um........."

“Do you want to hear my answer?”

"I'd like to..." Sherlock nodded quickly.

“Close your eyes…”

Sherlock slowly closed his eyes as the last firework sounded off again followed by shouts of joy as another day of Easter had passed...

THEEND

It's finished. Haha. Next time, I'll go back and update.

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Continue as before. If anyone wants to write a longer story, please tell me. But I have to take it.

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Let's finish it first. Little Mary hasn't gotten to tell Harry she loves her yet. Haha. Finally, thank you for the information about Easter and the park.

St.Jame

from

https://hilight.kapook.com/view/101005

https://www.expedia.co.th/St-James-Park-London.d507736.Place-To-Visit

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