Johnlock OneShots!

Johns Birthday

John doesn't like his birthday. He never had. Something to do with superstitious family curse thing that made everyone in that families birthday unlucky.

Well for John, this was true. Every birthday he had was a complete and utter failure. Here are a few examples:
- On his 5th birthday he fell face flat into his cake and then slipped backwards into a pool.
- On his 10th birthday no one came to his party then he caught the flu.
- When he turned 16 he signed up for the war. Turns out it was a years waiting list.
- When he was 18 his friend was shot and killed right in front of his eyes
And so on.

The only reasonably good birthday HES had in his entire life was his 20th. That was when he met Sherlock. But he still had to shoot a guy so it wasn't that great.

Now Sherlock on the other hand, loved throwing birthday parties. Especially surprise ones (even if he acted like he didn't).

Around a week ago, Sherlock searched for Johns birth certificate to find out what his middle name was. But during that he also found out Johns birthday. And his birthday curse. (Don't even ask how)

The detective had now made it his mission to give John the best birthday ever. He was going to make it perfect, even if it killed him in the process.

/////// time skip///////

"GOOD MORNING JOHN" Sherlock tried saying in the least monotone voice he could muster.
John jumped out of bed, however, he slipped over thin air. Now he was falling. Great.

Luckily, thanks to Sherlocks quick thinking and reflexes, he caught John before he hit the floor.

"Thanks," John groaned.

John looked over at his clock. It was 7am on his birthday and it was going to be great.

/////time skip (again cause I can't think properly)/////

Johns POV

It had been 5 hours since Sherlock woke me up with an...unusual cheery tone. He didn't know it was my birthday? Did he? Nah. Well- maybe- wait, nope. Sherlock doesn't care about birthdays anyway.

So far Sherlocks made me a full English breakfast, which was oddly good considering the last time Sherlock cooked he almost burnt down the house.
We also went down to the beach for a few hours, that was fun too.

For some weird reason, nothing bad has happened to me yet. I have absolutely no idea why. Maybe Sherlocks a good luck charm or something. I mean, last year was great because I met him (yknow, aside from the having to shoot someone). Maybe this year will be too.

Sherlocks POV

This is one of the first times I can say, I'm exhausted.
This morning I made Molly sneak in to make John a full English breakfast, since I basically burnt down the house last time. And oh god the beach.

I don't usually believe in curses but this. This was a nightmare.

First, as soon as we stepped out of the car, John almost ran straight into a tree. I had time to stop him, but I cut my hand in the process.

Once we got down to the sand a ball came flying towards us. I caught it before it hit John though. With my face. Hey, don't laugh. I wasn't thinking for once.

We got chips about an hour later, a seagull tried swooping down to attack John, instead I moved in front of him slightly and the bird took a chunk of my hair.

Things like that have been happening all day. It's now 4:32pm and I need to get John back by 5:00 for his surprise party.

I'm very tired but I can't let John see that. As long as nothings happened to him. That's all I need.

No ones POV

John and Sherlock got home by exactly 5pm. And to Johns surprise every one of his friends were there. I guess Sherlock did care about birthdays after all.

They all partied into the dark hours of the night. John having a great time and hopefully being oblivious to things like Sherlock trying to stop random accidents happening to him. Sherlock himself getting injured in the process.

When everyone had finally left Sherlock and John went upstairs to their separate rooms.

"Goodnight John" Sherlock said, yawning as he  began walking to his room.

"Sherlock?" John said.

"Yes?" He groaned.

"I know that you've been taking all those hits for me today... and I just wanted to say thank you"

Sherlock blushed and turned away. He then opened his bedroom door and said, "anything for you"

Once they had settled in their rooms, John said to himself

"I love you Sherlock Holmes"