Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

You're Not Wrong - Johnlock

I'm currently reading a Sherlock spinoff book that's based on the original novels, so it's in the Victorian Era, which I'm obsessed with. It's so good and really adorable tbh

One of the main characters is a girl named Hannah and she is main focus of the case, because she goes missing. She is super smart and really ahead of her time. She's never had a relationship because guys are intimidated by her intelligence

WHICH IS SO DUMB

Anyway, Holmes and Watson are hired by her dad after she goes missing, and the two of them read through her letters. She was a great writer and wrote to friends and family daily. Whilst reading the letters, John (the narrator) constantly says how smart and well-spoken Hannah is. He isn't intimidated by her intelligence, he looks up to her for it. Its so cute

When he finally meets her, he does mention her looks, but that's entirely secondary for him. He says that she's pretty, but he mostly focuses on how smart she is

At one point she calls him handsome and he almost flat out dies it's just the cutest thing. She also loves his novels and always compliments his writing

Normally straight couples/ships, in my opinion, aren't really developed enough for me to care. But, the way John writes about how much he respects Hannah is so amazing and cute and it's something Hannah has never gotten from a guy before

Do not fret though. This book is plenty gay. John constantly describes how Sherlock looks, and often writes that he enjoys seeing and looking at Sherlock's face. They're an old married couple at this point istg

Anyway rant over. This is Victorian Sherlock again cause I love it. (Fun fact: Sherlock is Irish in the books)

3rd Person P.O.V

It had been a long day. 5 separate cases had been given to Holmes and Watson, and they'd somehow managed to solve them all. As they trudged up the stairs to their flat, Holmes listed off each suspect's motives and who actually did it. Watson already knew all this, but he was more than happy to hear about it all over again.

"How's your wife, by the way? I haven't seen her in a while and you've been spending a lot more time with me lately. Is something wrong?" Holmes asked, catching Watson off guard.

"Uh, Mary? We are... we separated a while ago. We haven't really told anyone yet because it's an incredibly rigorous process and she's a pretty secretive person. I trust you not to say anything and I was hoping that you'd let me move back in-"

"Watson." Holmes rested his hands on Watson's shoulders, silencing his rambles. "You are always welcome here. Why did you And Ms Mortson split?"

Watson sighed, walking over to the couch and curling into himself. He wanted to seem even smaller. He wanted the Earth to collapse and swallow him up. Holmes came over to sit next to his friend, resting a comforting hand on Watson's knee.

"She was actually still with her quote-unquote 'ex' the entire time that we were together."

"Are you serious?" Holmes grumbled, feeling offended on Watson's behalf. "She was courting someone else for 3 years?"

"Yes. She was."

"How did you find out?"

"I caught them together."

Holmes actively tried not to vomit. "Horrendous."

Watson laughed, for the first time in a few weeks, after seeing the disgusted expression on his companion's face. "I believe I would have to agree with you there."

"Sit up," Holmes mumbled. Watson, even though he was confused, obliged, and moved to sit up on the couch beside Holmes.

Instantly, long arms wrapped around Watson's body and he was tugged closer to his best friend. He was surprised at first – Holmes wasn't exactly an affectionate man – but he quickly gave in, and hugged back. He pushed his face into the taller man's shoulder and felt his body relax.

"What's this for?" Watson asked.

"You looked like you needed one." Holmes reasoned, but in his mind, he knew that there was more behind that hug. "I'm so sorry that you had to go through that." Holmes pulled back, looking intensely into Watson's eyes. "If there is anything you need, anything at all, I will drop everything for you. Please never doubt that."

Watson's eyes filled with tears at his companion's kind words. Holmes' usually emotionless face was suddenly laced with confusion.

"What happened? Did I do something wrong?" He asked, worrying over all his previous words, going through each one in aggressive detail.

"No, you didn't." Watson smiled, pulling Holmes in for another hug. (love using show quotes lol) Holmes was indeed surprised, but he didn't complain. It wasn't often that someone wanted to hug him, and he had long ago given up trying to ignore his feelings for Watson. He was comfortable with them now and was completely fine with hugging him.

Not to say that there weren't butterflies in his stomach, he was just used to them by now. He rested his head on Watson's chest, hearing his soft heartbeat echoing through his chest. He felt safe and warm in his friend's arms. He only hoped that one day, they could be more than that.

*

Weeks had passed since Watson moved back into Bakerstreet, and he was happier than ever. Both of them were. Cases were coming in at a steady pace, and they never had a boring day.

One a quiet Saturday night, the two friends were sitting in comfortable silence, sitting across from each other in their respective armchairs. Watson was reading and Holmes was in his mind palace. Watson looked up from his book to see his best friend draped over his chair. He couldn't help but laugh; Holmes' long, lanky limbs were falling every which way over the couch.

Watson set down his book and cup and tea and hopped up from his chair. He walked over to the younger man and stood in front of his chair. He smiled down at his friend, noticing how beautiful he was in such a peaceful state. His happy smile soon turned sad as he realised that he just thought of his friend as 'beautiful'.

"Well, I'm not wrong." He mumbled, stalking off into the kitchen.

'Why would someone so perfect like someone as plain and boring as myself?' Watson thought to himself. He was so tired that he wasn't actually aware that he said that out loud.

A few hours passed before Holmes woke up. Watson had fallen asleep at the kitchen counter by then, and the taller man couldn't help but smile. He walked over to his flatmate and wrapped his long arms around him from behind. This woke Watson from his sleep, and he was very quickly confused as to who was hugging him.

"You aren't wrong, you know. But you need to stop thinking that you are plain and boring. You are far from it, John. You are perfect." Watson felt his whole face turn bright red from Holmes' words. He felt a light kiss being pressed to the top of his head, and he let out a sigh.

On the one hand, he was confused. But on the other hand, he was incredibly happy and surprised. During this time, the only time you would call someone by their first name is if you were related or married.

Watson titled his head up and yanked on Holmes' tie, bringing their faces closer together. No matter how often Holmes chatted shit about anything and everything, Watson knew that he wasn't as confident as he thought he was.

"You called me John."

"Uh..."

"Why did you do that, Sherlock?"

"Uh-"

"Are you trying to tell me something?"

"...Maybe."

Watson tugged more on Holmes' tie and pulled him in for a kiss. It was brief but said all the words that neither of them could.

"You can call me John whenever you want."