Johnlock Oneshots (Requests are closed)

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I really hope I'm getting this right. I did research. If I got anything wrong feel free to tell me or give me advice. A reminder that requests are still open. I also have a Mormor book so if you have one for that one that is fine as well. WARNING MENTIONS OF RAPE. YOU WILL ALSO WANT TO MURDER ONE OF THE CHARACTERS SO BE WARNED. Some pretty rude language as well.

Johns POV

Sherlock and I were at a suspect's house. Rape. I hated these cases. At some points, Sherlock had to hold me back so I didn't punch anyone. We knocked on the door. A middle-aged man with blond hair opened the door. I felt Sherlock tense. The man looked at me glaring. Then his gaze turned to Sherlock and he smiled. "We need to ask you a few questions about River Black," Sherlock said.

The man smiled at him and looked him up and down. His gaze settled on his chest and Sherlock pulled his coat closer. I coughed. The man glared and invited us in. We came into the kitchen first. "You two want anything?" he asked.

I shook my head and Sherlock looked away. He smiled. I remembered his info. He had been accused of raping a trans teen when he was in college. That was his first offence anyways. He always got away with it. His name was Jake Ride. I hated the way he looked at Sherlock. "So Shelly. How's life been going." Jake asked.

Sherlock froze. "It's Sherlock," he whispered.

I looked between the two. I had never seen Sherlock act like this. Jake crossed the room and put his hands on Sherlock's chest; he grabbed a fistful of his shirt. I grabbed him and pulled him away. Sherlock didn't move. He just looked sad. "What the hell was that," I growled at Jake.

He ignored me. "You got rid of your tits then?" he said laughing.

I looked at Sherlock. Wait what? Sherlock looked broken. He closed his eyes then opened them after about ten seconds. He looked emotionless again. "We came here to ask questions about River Black. It seems we don't need to. It's obvious you did it. And I happen to be able to prove you did rape everyone else that accused you." he said.

Jake glared. "I think I did you a favour. No one else was going to fuck someone like you," he growled.

Sherlock sent me a warning glare. I ignored it. "I suggest you shut up," I growled.

"Or what? The worst she could do" he gestured at Sherlock, "was to scratch me." he said.

I punched him in the face. "John!" Sherlock yelled.

"Terrible name really, I much rather liked Willamina Charlotte Scarlet Holmes," Jake said, his nose bloody.

"It's William Sherlock Scott Holmes!" Sherlock yelled.

He turned on his heel and walked out of the house. I glared at Jake again and ran after him. He was shaking when I caught up with him. "Are you ok?" I asked.

He looked away. "Yeah I'm fine," he whispered.

He wasn't. "Your real name is William?" I asked.

"What?"

"William Sherlock Scott Holmes. Why do you go by Sherlock."

"It's more mysterious," he muttered.

I laughed. I sighed. "Did he really?" I tried to ask but he cut me off. "Yes, he did. I had just come out as trans. Most were accepting. He wasn't one." he said quietly.

I sighed. "I should have hit him harder," I growled.

He laughed. My heart swelled. "You're not upset I didn't tell you?" he asked.

"Of course not. Why would I be?"

He didn't say anything. He just hailed a cab and got in. I followed him. He pressed his face against the window. I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close to me. He sighed and accepted my hug. We stayed like this until we arrived at 221b. We walked up the stairs hand in hand. He laid down on the couch and I joined him. "He touches you again. I'm going to kill him." I whispered.

He smiled. I kissed his forehead. He blushed. "Um, John? What are you doing?" he asked.

"Showing affection to the man I love," I whispered.

He gasped and pressed closer. "I love you too," he said.

I kissed him.

A month later his mother came over to visit. Sherlock was out so she showed me family pictures. We were giggling about Mycroft dying his hair when Sherlock walked up behind us. "What are you doing?" he asked.

He looked at the photos and blushed. He used to have long curly hair. It was cute but I preferred him now. After his mother left he glared at me. "What?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes. I smiled. "Darling as much as you were cute when you were younger I prefer this one," I said poking him on the nose.

He blushed. I kissed him. I loved Sherlock Holmes and he loved me.