Johnlock One Shots

Wedding Night

It was honestly John's fault. He had practically forced Sherlock to fall in love with the army doctor. As far as Sherlock was concerned, love was a dangerous disadvantage. Sentiment was a chemical defect found in the losing side, and Sherlock refused to give into this. Or so he tried. But John bloody Watson, he had to go and screw it all up.

So when John bloody Watson had proposed to Sherlock, the detective tried, oh god did he try, to be insanely pissed off. But the only thing that managed to come out was, "I suppose I can be married to both you and my work."

John bloody Watson had screwed Sherlock over so badly that Sherlock thought that he might never be able to forgive him. And he had told John that. Which had resulted in some... Er...athletics..?

So the night before their wedding, Sherlock was left laying next to John. "What am I going to do with you Dr. John Watson." The army doctor nuzzled closer, wrapping his arms around Sherlock's waist.

"I suppose I'm going to marry you, if that's ok with you." Sherlock thought about it for a moment, burrowing his face in John's hair. Closing his eyes, he began humming slightly. Their first dance. "Sherlock stop freaking out. " John muttered into Sherlock's neck. Sherlock chuckled lightly.

"It's just, I'm thinking about my old dog. Redbeard." Sherlock whispered, over-pronouncing 'Redbeard' in the way John loved. "'Don't get involved.' I hate Mycroft. I just don't want you to get hurt. Which tends to happen when I get involved." Sherlock rolled his eyes and sighed heavily.

"Sherlock, I'm involved. I know the dangers but you know what? I'll be fine, as long as I'm with you. So, tomorrow we are getting married, and I swear to god whatever you say, whatever Mycroft said, I am in love with you, and always will be. So get used to it you arse," John said, nearly growling by the end, pushing himself off the bed and pointing frustratedly at Sherlock.

"I love you. I really, truly do. I don't say it nearly enough. I know I'm cold and antisocial and all of that nonsense, but I love you and I always will." Sherlock murmured, smiling slightly. "Although in fairness, you're an arse too."

"I know love," John smiled, returning to the bed as Sherlock pulled him into his chest.

John bloody Watson.