Still light self-harm/torture mentions, very non-graphic. Mostly John needlessly worrying. I suppose there are references to... not having suicidal thoughts in here. All recognisable content belongs to its respective owners.
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John looked up to note how Sherlock looked deeply unhappy, much as he had ever since the doctor had allowed him to rise after stitching him together, after John had found him in the kitchen, cutting. He felt fear, pure and simple, at the thought that Sherlock might have not wanted to be interrupted. That it might have been seriously meant.
"John?" John looked up to meet the worried eyes of Sherlock Holmes. "Could you... explain something to me?" "Sure". John took a deep breath, turning a little towards him, trying to be attentive. "It isn't fair of you" suddenly it all seemed to rush out of the detective "all evening you have been punishing me and not even telling me what I've done! It isn't fair!"
"Punishing you?" John frowned, turning to look properly at the detective, who was sulking in the couch. "You won't touch me, ever since you made those completely unnecessary stitches in the kitchen when I was baking".
"When you were baking?" John was not unused to being very puzzled in the presence of the great Sherlock Holmes, but this was as confused as he had been in a while. "I was testing the edge of a knife when you got home, and you then insisted on stitches even though it was completely unneeded. You might be the doctor, but truly, it was barely a scrape!"
"'The Doctor' is in doctor Who, love" John answered automatically in a fond tone, feeling a slight smile on his own face, before what Sherlock had said truly sank in. "Wait, you were baking?! You weren't trying to cut yourself?" Sherlock looked back at him without a trace of understanding, deducing him rapidly. "Why would I cut my own skin on purpose? I had quite enough of that during torture". The "thank you very much" wasn't said out loud, but it was very much there in the detective's tone of voice. He really was sulking.
"Oh" the sound came from Sherlock a second later, but the detective didn't move an insh, just sat there looking at his doctor, clearly entirely out of his depth.
John only took a fraction of a moment more, then he had his fiance in his arms, having moved across the room without even knowing how he got there. "Oh Sherlock". He kissed his head and cradled him, almost clinging, but Sherlock didn't seem to mind, instead soaking up the contact as if the lack of it, brief as it was, had been physically painful.
John leaned into his detective and just enjoyed the feeling of him in his arms and of being able to properly breathe again. "Did you really think I was trying to kill myself? And how was stitches going to help?" Sherlock's voice was amused, almost teasing, but there was also a very satisfying warmth in there. "Shush" John mumbled, resting his head on his fiance's shoulder.
"Silly John" Sherlock seemed content at this elementary observation, even fond, leaning against his fiance in turn and closing his eyes, seemingly perfectly glad to just sit there and cuddle.
And here comes the kiss and make up part of this little missunderstanding. Does that makes this Dark!Fluff? Because that'd be awesome!
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