Sherlock oneshots

Johnlock~ my little soldier

"ALRIGHT PUT YOUR HANDS WHERE I CAN SEE THEM!" John yelled, pulling out his handgun and positioning it in front of him.

The criminal, a 20 something year old drug dealer, threw his hands quickly above his head, dropping the bag of white powder onto the floor.

John looked down the dark corridor to his left, spotting the buyer of the drugs pegging it down the ally. "HEY! Stop right there!" He screamed, firing the gun into the tunnel. The bullet bounced off the tile walls, missing the man as he continued to run.

He grunted, fixing his gaze once more on the man he had under his control. He walked closer, keeping the gun pointed at the man's head as he stuttered murmurs and whimpers.

"P-please man I-I don't mean no h-harm just, don't shoot me!" He begged, all while John stared coldly at him. His gun seemed to stare for him.

The two of them stood in the quiet of the dark area, as John chuckled. "You, a drug dealer, probably high right now, are begging for your life? I could end it right now, one flick of the trigger, and that's it. It's all over for you. Tell me, what's stopping me?"

The man squirmed, looking into the barrel of the gun and quivering. "I'll change, I don't wanna die man." He said, his sentence trailing off as John rose an eyebrow.

"Will you now?"
"Y-Yeah, yeah man I wi-"

John interrupted the man by firing the gun at the wall, the sound echoing through the tunnels like meters of smashing glass.

"LIAR!" He yelled, his voice joining the echos. The man squinted and jolted, kneeling sO John stood over him. "You're. A. Liar. You won't change you can't change, people like you. Don't. change."

John stopped as the sound of running footsteps came gradually closer. "John?" A familiar voice called, making John groan. "Yeah, Sherlock, I'm here." He replied.

Sherlock emerged from the tunnels, walking towards John. "Are you Alright? I heard gun shots." He looked down at the shorter man. John nodded in response, still pointing the gun at the druggies head.

"H-he's gunna shoot me man, you gotta help me he's mad!" The man begged, almost crawling to Sherlock and grasping the ends of his coat. John kicked him off, making him fall to the ground.

"Easy John." Sherlock cooed, putting his hand on the smaller mans shoulder. John writhed, gritting his teeth. "You stay right there mate, or I'll shoot, I swear I'll shoot."

"John."
"I'll shoot you, don't think I won't."
"John."
"I'm not fucking about."
"John, hey."
"I will sho-"

John was interrupted by Sherlock wrapping his arms around his waste, pulling him in tightly to a hug. "Hey hey, calm down soldier boy." He cooed softly, slipping a giggle in.

At first John looked up at his taller friend in almost embarrassment, seeming weak in front of a drug bearing criminal. Then, he let himself smile, and melted into the embrace.

He let his gun arm drop slowly to his side, letting out a deep sigh.

"I hate you."
"Love you too."

The man on the floor coughed uncomfortably, making the two men glance down. Before John could get anymore riled up, Sherlock forced his head up gently and locked their lips into a soft kiss.

John shivered, but quickly kissed back, basking in the sensation. They broke away and pushed their foreheads together.

"That's so gay." THe man on the floor said, almost in marvel of what he just witnessed. John raised his gun again.

"I will shoot you."

I wrote this one about the picture I used for the thumbnail, just for fun. I actually think this ones quite cute UwU