Sherlock Oneshots (Mystrade/Johnlock/Mormor)

Genderfluidity - All Ships

I didn't expect this one to be this long, and I talked to one of my best friends about xyr experience with being genderfluid. I asked them what he likes to be called when he's feeling nonbinary, and xe filled me in. I also have no clue as to what the ship name for Molly x Irene is lmao

3rd Person P.O.V

"Sher! Hurry up, please!" John knocked on the bathroom door impatiently. "Prom starts in 20 minutes!"

"Yes! Sorry!" The doorknob turned, and out stepped John's date.

"Holy shit." John whispered, taking in his partner's appearance.

There Sherlock stood, head to toe in a perfectly tailored suit. The jacket, pants and shoes were black, and underneath was a tight-fitting women's blouse, and it was a deep magenta. It clung to every part of Sherlock, and John couldn't tear his eyes away. John looked up into his partner's face, and felt swept off his feet all over again. Sherlock was wearing makeup. Dark magenta eyeshadow, black eyeliner, and black mascara. Sherlock's hair was as it always was; untamed raven curls that fell in all the perfect places.

"God, you're stunning..." John sighed, placing his hands on his partner's thin waist.

"Thank you..." Sherlock mumbled, blushing slightly.

"What pronouns tonight?" John asked, pulling Sherlock closer.

"They/them, please."

"Okay." John smiled, standing up on his toes to kiss his partner. "You look perfect."

"You may have said that."

"Not in those exact words, though."

"Are you sure you're ready for this? Being seen together in front of our whole year?" Sherlock's voice was laced with nerves, and John's grin turned into a sad smile.

"Of course I am. I want everyone to know that I'm dating the most attractive person in school." John smirked, kissing his partner's jaw.

"Y-yes but... I'm not a girl today. I was in a dress at the formal in June. It's November, and I'm-"

"Feeling more non-binary, yes I know." John smiled, rubbing his thumbs over Sherlock's jawline. "Everyone knows you're genderfluid, everyone knows I'm pansexual, and no one cares anymore. I know it was rough for you when you first came out. It was rough for me, too. But, I'm so happy and proud to be with you, and I want the whole world to know. You look amazing, and there's no reason that you shouldn't show that off." John chuckled, taking his partner by the hand and leading them out of Sherlock's dorm. They made their way to the school hall, hand in hand, passing all of their classmates and walked inside the hall. It had been decorated quite nicely and both of them were surprised that the school board actually put effort in.

"By the way, John..." John looked up. "You look perfect, too."

John looked down at his scrappy old suit. The jacket and pants were both charcoal grey and too big. The shirt was a plain white, long sleeve white shirt with a collar. He had done a terrible job of ironing it. His shoes were brown leather and hadn't been polished... ever. He had a dark red tie that had been poorly knotted and he had his grandfather's army badges pinned to his jacket.

"I don't know what you're talking about, babe. I look like a mess."

"Well, I think you look dashing, charming, handsome, attractive, all of the above." Sherlock looked down at his boyfriend, and John could see the love in their eyes.

"You're the only one who says things like that..."

"It's because I love you."

That was the first time Sherlock had told anyone that they loved them. They knew that when they finally told someone that, that someone would be John.