Johnlock One-shots

247.Are You Gay?

“Dada,” Rosamund said, waddling up to John. She'd been told earlier in school what gay meant.

“Yes, Rosie?” John asked, looking down at her.

“Is Sherlawk gay?” She asked, sitting down on the floor in front of her father, who had been bent down to pick up some toys and clothes from the floor.

John shrugged. “You'd never know. He's such a complicated man, sometimes he acts like he's into men, but I don't know.” John pat her head.

“Oh.” She looked down at her feet, then back up at her father. “Are you gay?” She asked.

John smiled and shook his head. “Not exactly. I'm something called bi.” He helped Rosamund stand up. “We'll get into this when you're older.”

Rosamund smiled and waddled off, then went over to Sherlock. She crawled onto the couch with him and looked up. “Are you gay?” She asked, looking over the thick book that Sherlock was buried in.

Without missing a heartbeat, the man said, “Yes.” And turned the page on his book. Rosamund smiled widely and got off the couch. She walked over to John and held up her hands. He picked her up and smiled.

“What do you want now?” He asked playfully.

“Sher said he was gay.” She giggled, smiling widely. “I want him to be my second daddy.”

John blushed and walked into the living room. He looked over to the couch, where Sherlock was sitting there, reading. His legs were crossed and he had an expressionless face. Though John admired him and thought he looked cute.

“Maybe one day.” John whispered to Rosie. “He doesn't love me like that.”

Rosie looked over to Sherlock. “Do you love Dada?” She asked him.

He nodded with a hum. “Mhm,” and flipped the page of his book.

John's face burned with blush and Rosie wiggled out of his hands and pushed him towards Sherlock, smiling. Eventually, John told her to run off and went up to confront his friend  “Sherlock…” John mumbled.

“I'd be delighted to start a relationship with you, John.” Sherlock said, looking up at John. “That is what you were going to ask, right?”

John nodded and sat down next to Sherlock. “How?” He asked. “How did you know?”

“Well, first she asked of my sexuality and then if I felt anything for you.” He said, putting a bookmark in between the pages of his book. He leant against John's shoulder, his eyes closing. “I find love and many sorts of affection useless for humankind,” he wrapped an arm around John's back. “But I can make an exception for you.” he smiled charmingly.

John wrapped his arms around Sherlock and leant into him. Sherlock snuggled up against John and kissed his neck quickly, smiling.