Sherlock oneshots

Sheriarty~ learning to feel

Sherlock and Jim walked side by side, fingers intertwined. They approached a small, run down park, with a set of 2 swings and a rusty slide.

All the equipment was being overthrown by nature, vines growing up the moss covered metal beams.

It was completely deserted, untouched.

Jim tugged on Sherlock's hand which was still holding his own. "Can we go in there?" He pleaded, doing his best puppy dog expression, which he knew melted his lover's heart.

Sherlock looked at the park and sighed, reluctantly smiling. That was enough for Jim, who took the lead and dragged Sherlock by his hand towards the desolate park.

They pushed open the rusty gate, it shrieking in response. They stepped inside, the leaves crunching as they did.

Jim gasped childishly released Sherlock's hand as he ran to the old swing set, taking a seat on one and gesturing to the beside him.

Sherlock sat cautiously down onto the swing next to Jim, Rocking himself. He looked at the field across from the park,  nothing but a couple of kids playing football.

"Look at them Sherlock, so happy, so careless." Jim said, leaning his head on the swing chain. "How do they do it?"

"Do what?" Sherlock asked. "Y'know, be happy." He sighed. "Be sane, be normal." Jim shut his eyes and let his head fall.

Sherlock looked over at him, confused. He'd never known that was how Jim felt, he never knew that's how he wanted to feel.

"How do you do it Sherlock?" He asked after a silent while. "Do what?" Sherlock replied, an inch of concern in his voice.

"Be a good person, how do you care about others? How does that feel?" Tears were running down Jim's cheeks, as his warm eyes met Sherlock's.

Sherlock lent over and took Jim's hand, using his free one to wipe the tears off his face. "Do you want to be a good person? Do you want to stop killing?" He asked calmly.

Jim nodded slightly, his eyes staying fixed on his lover. "Then that's all you need. You can be a good person you just need to, stop." Sherlock cooed.

Jim chuckled, his sad eyes fluttering. "It's not that simple Sherly, we may be similar but in small ways we are very very different." Sherlock tilted his head. "Psychopaths can't just stop killing, I don't feel anything, anytime, except when I'm at the butt of a knife poised at someones throat."

Sherlock sighed, pushing his face into Jim's and interlocking their lips, in a sweet kiss. He pulled away slowly, their faces still inches apart.

"How did that feel?" He asked. Jim smiled, sincerely, his red eyes locked with Sherlock's as he sniffed. "Nice." He said.

Sherlock smirked. "That's what it feels like to care." He stood up and pulled Jim up after him. He wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him into a hug.

Jim nuzzled his head into the taller man's chest, letting himself draw sharp breaths to hold back the tears.

Sherlock kissed Jim's head gently and rubbed circles on his back. He hated seeing his lover so broken, it was a side of him he'd never really seen before.

"Sherlock?" Jim croaked quietly. Sherlock hummed in response. "Do- do you still love me? Even if I, can't stop being a- well, me?" Sherlock chuckled.

"I love you no matter what you decide to do, but I'm going to help you try to change, if that's what you want?" Jim nodded into Sherlock's chest.

"I love you." Jim shuddered. "I love you too, my murderous little psychopath." Sherlock giggled.

Finally, I completed the romance, and got shivers of cuteness at the same time. WOOP. If you want to request something, please feel free to comment! I'm not made of ideas y'know