pov — sherliam (unedited, post-canon, gay and sappy)

a lazy afternoon, is what they called it. sherlock never wanted to leave the warm confines of their bedroom and insisted on staying buried in the sheets all day. as tempting as the offer was, william knew that they were running out of goods in the pantry—

and lest they wanted to starve, they needed to make a beeline to the nearest market and sort themselves out. plus, they just recently moved into their new cottage house. built in a quiet rundown town not too far from the busy city, it was the perfect place to—

for two people to start anew, and this time, they plan to see through it together. of course, there's still a lot of work to do...but they've always made a great team, don't they? if they actually get to it, they would have the whole world at their mercy. (william almost—

did once, but with sherlock's prowess of deducing events with just a glance and extensive forensic knowledge, only god can help their enemies.)

anyhow, they didn't do much after they got their groceries. they had lunch on their way home, after all. the rest of their—

afternoon was spent lounging on their new couch (which took them hours to pick, by the way. "liam, a couch is a couch." "i do not wish for our house to look like a circus. next." "liam please we have been on the same aisle for two hours—"), discussing plans for dinner—

and simply basking in each other's company. sherlock has long abandoned the book he was reading and chose to pass out on william's lap instead. said boyfriend was unfazed by the sudden weight on his legs, and he simply let his beloved rest, his slender fingers carding—

through raven hair and tracing patterns on sherlock's scalp. in the silence that followed, william allowed his mind to wander. he glanced down at the sleeping face below him. soft. peaceful. a stark contrast of the sherlock holmes he knew (and fell in love with)

he set the book down on the coffee table, careful not to jostle the big baby on his lap. william's hands found their way in sherlock's hair again, the inky strands like silk on his fingers.

"you're so radiant, my love." he whispered, "i wonder if i'm the same to you."

william briefly wondered what really went through sherlock's head when they first met. sherlock said that william was an unrelenting mystery, consistently elusive and ever so careful to the point that it drove him crazy. he left no traces at all—and sherlock had—

the goosechase of his life. they engaged in a waltz of wits, a dangerous dance bordering on one's demise. william never anticipated their thrilling performace would lead to the both of them turning over a new leaf and revamping their dance into something better—

something that breathes life into the both of them. william sighed. sherlock always held him at a high regard, and he sometimes still found it hard to believe that a man born in the light would let himself burn to reach for him in the dark.

"it has always been you, liam." sherlock whispered to him one night, "from the moment i laid my eyes on you, even if i was inexcusably late in realizing it, i somehow always come back to you."

he felt the arm around his waist squeeze slightly.

"i love you."

hell, william still has trouble comprehending if this was really what the universe has set out for him, the true ending to his fate as the lord of crimes. well, he was just "liam" now, but still...

"whatever made you want to save me, i long to see it, sher. but i..."

william suddenly felt overwhelmed by emotions, like a sudden gust of wind just came over still waters. he almost wanted to curl in on himself, until a hand shot out to cup his cheek tenderly.

"if you wish to see yourself from my point of view, then let me show it to you, liam."

sherlock's voice was still rough from sleep, but it was the most beautiful sound william has ever heard in his entire goddamn life.

"sher, i—"

"beloved," sherlock started, "the way that i love you...i want you to love yourself like that too. so you could see—

how /i/ see you,"

william was stunned at the sudden declaration. he has always been like this, giving out confessions as if they weren't kneck deep into their relationship already. his face softened and he held the hand on his cheek.

"i understand, sher. i'm sorry for doubting us." he said, kissing sherlock's palm.

"it's alright. you're okay. we're okay." sherlock smiled.

there was still so much that william has to learn about second chances. about forgiveness. about conscience. about love.

it was easy to succumb to the ghosts of the past but—

"sher?"

"yes, love?"

william smiled, then bent down to place soft peck on his lips.

"you're adorable when you're asleep."

sherlock groaned, "don't tell me that's your only take away from it."

"of course not, i was merely teasing." william chuckled. he closed his eyes and pressed their foreheads together, his smile rivalling a thousan suns.

"if my eyes deceive me once more, i won't let them stray too far away. form i simply cannot envision a life without you anymore, sherlock holmes."

// end. it's 5 am and i have uni in less than ten hours rip me but sherliam brainrot hours stronger than sleep lmao

this is not the best but i love u <3