Sherlock oneshots

Mystrade+ Johnlock~ Family dinner

I just went to a really really fancy family dinner with like the whole of my dad's side. It was hella bornin, but it gave me some inspiration so y'know.

Also we hit 2K reads! How cools that?! I wanted to do something kinda special for the occasion, so I decided to bring together the Holmes family for dinner! I could've done Sheriarty rather than Johnlock, but I'm sure it would've been a lot harder to write, and the character relationships n stuff. Anyway, hope u enjoy!!

Mrs Holmes rushed to the door as a few gentle knocks alerted her that her oldest son and his husband had arrived. She unlocked the door and pulled it open, greeting the two men with a huge grin. "Mycroft! Oh it's so lovely to see you dear!" The old woman cheered, pulling Mycroft in for a hug and several kisses.

Mycroft laughed and returned his mother's affections, he'd become a lot better at that whilst with Greg, emotions and stuff. "You too mum, I'm sure you remember-" "Gregory! Oh my lord look at you! I'm so happy you made it!" Mrs Holmes practically pulled Greg down to her level for a magnitude of kisses and a huge cuddle, which Greg obviously returned warmly. "You too Mrs Holmes, thank you for having me!"

The old woman led the men inside and offered them a glass of wine each before leaving to continue dinner. Mycroft poured Greg a glass of white wine and handed it to him, preparing a glass of red for himself. "Sherlock and John coming?" Greg asked, sipping at his glass. Mycroft shrugged a little, trying to recall his brothers response to his text about tonight.

"He might be, you know Sherlock's always been funny with family things. I barley got him to show up to our wedding." He chuckled, earning a smirk from his husband. "I'm sure John will drag him along, he always does, bless him." Greg smiled reassuringly.

An hour or so went by, the Holmes present just chatting and drinking safe amounts of wine. Then the door knocked, and two distinct voices could be heard from outside. Mycroft smiled to himself, slipping his hand into Greg's. He was sort of shocked his little brother had bothered to show up at all, but he had to admit he was pleased.

"Sherlock! Oh what a pleasant surprise! We weren't sure if we were expecting you or not!" Mrs Holmes chirped as she kissed the detective on the cheeks. Sherlock smiled somewhat genuinely, hugging his mother. "Sorry we're late, took John a hell of a long time to get ready." He said, smirking as his boyfriends face went slightly flush.

"Oh John! Always a pleasure, I'm so glad you made it! Both of you!" She gave John a huge cuddle, then patted them both on their shoulders and led them inside. Surprisingly, no a single sneer was shared as Sherlock and Mycroft caught each other's gaze.

As the night fell to darkness, the family of Holmes' gathering around the table for dinner to be served. Sherlock and John held hands under the table, whispering to each other and giggling as the taller man slipped his boyfriend a small peck on the cheek. Mycroft and Greg say together, leaning against one another and pressing their foreheads together as they spoke.

Mrs Holmes brought out the main course, a large chicken roast with several potatoes surrounding the dish. Mr Holmes followed with some trays of vegetables and such, rolling his eyes at his family sat around ignoring the display of food they'd been presented with for each other. "Alright boys, hands off each other for 5 minutes!" He said, everyone looking up and smirking at the older man's remark.

They all tucked in, taking bits of meat and such and plugging them on their plates. Sherlock was hesitant about getting any food, as Mycroft noticed. John has managed to help Sherlock a great deal with a lot of things, handling his emotions, empathy, his drug problems and people skills, but apparently he still couldn't fix his lack of a relationship with food.

Mycroft was going to say something, but John did it for him.

"Come on Sherlock, at least try to eat something." John SaId, pushing the detectives plate closer to him. Sherlock shuffled in his chair and lent back, some kind of stance to say 'I don't think so'. The shorter man sighed, twisting his his chair to face his boyfriend. He softened his face, pulling his eyebrows down and flattening his mouth. Sherlock twitched as he realised what John was doing. The damn puppy dog face.

The shorter man took his hand and held it. "Please eat something, for me." He said quietly, making Sherlock's heart sweat desperately. He grunted and sat forward, making John smile and kiss his cheek as he put a fork full of chicken into his mouth.

Mycroft smiled warmly at the sight, remembering back to when making Sherlock eat would cause a world war. He was so happy to see his brother in such a better place.

He snuck Greg a kiss, which made the silver haired man grin and rub his husbands back lovingly. The Holmes parents smiled down the table at their loving family, what they'd created.

Mr Holmes stood up and tapped his glass with a spoon, drawing the attention to himself. He cleared his throat and placed down the glass. "Thank you all for coming, I just wanted to say how proud of this family I am. Our differences have been set aside for a nice supper together, and it is made even clearer the love that is present. I am so thankful for this wonderful family, and I wouldn't want to be anywhere else." The table applauded and nodded in agreement.

Mycroft rose his glass. "Cheers, to family." Everyone followed and tapped their wine glasses together, chuckling and chatting. Finally, despite everything that had happened to destroy the Holmes, here they were, sat around a dining table toasting wine together, still as a family.

And none of them had ever felt so loved.

WOOP WOOP! I hope you liked this! I tried to balance out the ships, but apologies if I didn't do a good job. If u have any one shot requests, leave them below!

Thanks again for reading, you all make this possible!!