The Detective

His proposal.

killed your best friend at age 5

traumatized you deeply

tried to kill you, burning down your family’s home

conspired with Moriarty to drive you into suicide, involving the possible deaths of some of your friends

killed at least about 10 people

blew up your flat, endangering everyone around

made you endure some pretty f*ck*ng games

made you break Molly’s heart

wanted to force you into killing either your brother or your best friend

nearly let your best friend drown

And you 

hug her

visit her frequently

play the violin for her in an attempt to reach out to her

tried to get you off and to stay away from drugs

saved you and your friends several times

had to cope with you spoiling secret service business

manipulated evidence to clear you of charges

abused his possibilities as an agent of the state to keep you and your friends from harm

was willing to offer up his life to keep you from harm, physically and mentally

And you

Mycroft Holmes taking the blame series 1-4

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“Uuuuh.. well, this is awkward.”

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“You again-…”

xsherlockxholmesx:

Sherlock managed to shrug at his words, a hand moving over Jack’s wrist. He just placed it there; he didn’t tighten his grip or anything like that. Despite how cool it was. “I honestly don’t know.” He whispered, but he quickly continued. “But we can cross that bridge when we come to it; for now, we need to talk, Jack, and that does not involve this.” He pressed down, very lightly, on Jack’s wrist. “Let. Me. Go.”

Even if Sherlock were to run from him after their talk, Jack would always be able to find him. There was no place on this planet that the boy could hide from him. So he relented, for now. “Alright, we will talk. Though I am curious as to what you want first out of this that you would even consider giving in so easily,” Jack released the boy’s neck with a caress to the now cooled flesh.

His hand lingered on the boy’s wrist though, not squeezing but just holding it gently, lovingly. To be honest the Winter spirit didn’t want to hurt Sherlock; he wanted him to live a long long life by his side. If he had wanted the boy dead he would have run him through with an ice shard before he had even had a chance to back away from him the moment he denied his request.