Sherlock: Oneshots and Imagines [request open]

(Fluff) Back from war: John

Back, he was back and didn't notify you, your best friend of... Well forever! John Watson was back from war for god knows how long and he didn't send a telegram nothing. You were at the local post office, just dropping off some letters for your parents, you didn't expect to see him there. "John? John Watson?" He turns around surprised.

"Y/n? I didn't-" you slap him across the face.

"How long?! How long have you been back for?!" You were disgusted with his inability to visit you and tell you 'oh I'm alive by the way, no need to worry' but no he decided not to.

"T-two..."

"Two what?! Weeks?!"

"Years," you felt stupid, stupid for crying and mourning over him never coming back. You stormed out of the office and started to let tears stream down your face, it was a cold evening and you decided to head back to your flat.

"Hello, Mrs Grayson," your landlady's faced dropped as she rushed to your sadden figure.

"Oh dear Y/n... what happened?" After some tea you explained to her why your were saddened. She scolded him and decided a nice warm bed for you to go to would be an ideal situation.

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"Y/n dear you have someone at the door for you," Mrs Grayson knocked at your door the next morning while you were having morning tea.

"Whoever could it be?" She shrugs before saying she'll let him in.

"Y/n?" You choke on your tea before wiping with a napkin.

"Watson..." he sighs and puts down his hat.

"Please don't-"

"Don't what, Watson? Do what? Call you by your last name? I thought we were still at that stage as best friends would at least send a telegram about them being ALIVE!" You set down your napkin and excuse yourself. "I suppose you can see your way out... I have to run to the shops,"

"Please don't do this, Y/n... you know you're my best friend..." you hmpf and straighten out your skirt. You take your key and make your way down the stairs as John followed.

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Watson had tried multiple times that week to contact you, you ignoring all of them. You had come back from a night at a friends when you came home to see Watson in your kitchen. "John!- Watson..." he sighs and shakes his head.

"How long until this is all over? This- petty fight," you scoff, making yourself a cup of tea.

"I don't see this as petty at all, I see this as reasonable..." he sighs and turns you around to meet his eyes. You heart thumped with nervousness as you looked into his eyes.

"Y/n... I'm sorry- I'm sorry ok?! I was scared..." you raise a brow as he looked away, his eyes meeting the floor. "I came back- hurt... my leg, I limped since I had been shot... I was scared because I didn't want you to see me weak," your eyes soften.

"Oh, John..." you wrap your arms around him, engulfing him in a hug. "I had no idea..."

"I'm sorry," you pull away from him, his eyes were sad as he feared you saw him as weak.

"I don't see you as weak, John Watson you are a strong man, that's why I love you," you cover your mouth as his eyes widen. "I didn't mean to-" you were cut off by his lips meeting yours. You stood shocked before smiling into the kiss.

"I love you too, Y/n,"

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Moriarty next and then 1800 based stories are over unless you request it

- Anna ❤️