Parentlock Flash Fics

Yep they pretty gay

Something seemed different to Rosie this morning. The mood in the air was lighter than usual, and Sherlock and her Dad kept grinning at each other. They even ruffled each other's hair a couple times, which was definitely new. She was very confused, however, when she saw her father give Sherlock a peck on the cheek before taking her to the bus stop.

"Daddy? I thought you said you weren't gay?" She asked as they walked.

John chuckled to himself. "You know how I said it can be a confusing topic?" Rosie nodded. "It's really more of a spectrum, not quite one or the other. And it can change, too, even for one person. But at the end of the day, you feel what you feel, you love who you love. Thank you, Rosie, for asking him last night. It helped us a lot."

He bent down and gave her a hug and kiss. She looked confused.

"What did I do? Was it when I asked him if he was gay?"

"Yes, Sugar. But here's your bus, so I'll tell you more about it after school. Oh, and one more thing." She turned, attention regained, and he said, "I think you should try to start calling Sherlock "Pappa." You think that would be ok?"

Rosie grinned and nodded at him before boarding the bus. John grinned back at her.

Back at the flat, Sherlock was playing a happy tune on his violin. John sighed happily and made tea and sat across from Sherlock. Sherlock's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be unaware of John's presence. His thick eyelashes caught the light as he swayed to his music, and he just looked so beautiful.

When the music finally stopped, his eyes fluttered open and he saw John unabashedly smiling at him, eyes gleaming. Sherlock blushed from surprise.

"Oh, J-John. I didn't hear you come in..."

John laughed. "You know, you're so beautiful when you play. Well, always really."

Sherlock's blush deepened, and for once he didn't know what to say. He was speechless. He noticed a cup of tea on the table next to him and sipped it. Then he shrugged, cleared his throat, and looking around, asked, "You really think so?"

John smiled sadly, letting out a small chuckle, and responded, "Oh, Sherlock. It's going to be so weird openly flirting after all this time."

Sherlock gave a small smile, one of those where it looked like he was trying not to. "Agreed."

Later, when Rosie got home from school, she rushed into the flat in excitement.

"Hello Daddy! Hello Poppa!"

Sherlock, who had been typing up the results to an experiment, froze in shock. He slowly turned his head towards Rosie.

"Poppa?" He asked.

She giggled sheepishly. "Yes." She gave him a peck on the cheek and settled next to him at the kitchen table to begin her homework.

Sherlock looked to John for answers, and got a smirk and a wink in reply.

Sherlock didn't really know how to process this. John's child— John and Mary's child— just called him Poppa. And John didn't even blink. Encouraged it even. Something about this was just so... so sentimental, and it made him feel what only the Watsons could make him feel. His eyelashes fluttered, and John laughed a bit.

Rosie suddenly looked up, worry in her eyes. "Is that ok?"

Sherlock turned back to her, then snapped out of it and smiled, giving her a hug. "Yes Rosie, that is ok."