TRIV: did u kno that this author is lazy as fuck and doesnt really go back and check for mistakes, so when a word is spelt wrong, its not that im a fucking idiot, its bc im lazy as shit.

I turn off autocorrect, and i type with my phone. So...
ANYWAYS! Thanks for @Doctorwhoweirdo504 for suggesting this prompt about a month ago! Sorry i havent done it until now, but yea! Once i get on my computer, there will be a dedication for you :). Enjoy everyone!

(Sorry, a little note: im not going to go into detail about the actual case other than it involving Sherlock and John getting married, so.. yea.

"Y-you what!" John yelled. Sherlock flinched at Johns voice.

"Well, when you were out, i had some.. uh.." Sherlock swallowed, feeling Johns eyes peirce into his soul.

"Uhm.. not.. not good?" Sherlock peeped.

John stared at him for a good five seconds, before letting out a not so humurous laugh, which made Sherlock push his head down further past his shoulders.

"You-you think this is okay, hm?" John spoke, voice low and dark. "You think this is funny? Bloody hell Sherlock!" John said from the top of his lungs.

"Do you even know what this means!?"

Sherlock whimpered a bit, and John turned around, pacing back and forth, running a hand through his blond hair.

"I cant believe this.. i cant..." John chuckled darkly, and turned to point at Sherlock.

"Only you would do this? Why is that? Why?"

Sherlock swallowed. "John, i had to-its for a case-"

"A BLOODY CASE?!

Sherlock looked down, feeling slightly ashamed. "Sorry John i didnt-" "Sorry?! Sorry isnt gonna fix this Sherlock!"

Sherlock looked away.

"I can.. well.. Mycroft. He can get the papers after the case. We'll file a.. ehm," Sherlock and John held gaze, before John practically tackled him to the floor.

Yep. Not good. Not good at all.

-

Sherlock groaned, holding his nose, as he began to sit up and rub his face.

"Tea, darling?" John said sarcastically as he slammed the tea cup on the table where Sherlock sat next to it, along with a tissue for Sherlock to hold his nose with.

Sherlock rolled his eyes, and pulled his hand back to see he was bleeding.

"John," Sherlock spoke, sitting up and wiping his nose.

"Hmm?" John spoke, anger boiling down.

"Look, i really am.. sorry. It was the heat of the moment, and i got distracted from the case. I thought-i thought you would..."

Sherlock held the tissue to his nose, and sighed.

"I dont know. We'll get a divorce, i promise," Sherlock spoke, and John sighed, before rubbing his face.

"See, Sherlock.. the thing is, we could have done something else. We could have pretended. You could have, i dunno, atleast told me about it, or even better, ask for my conscent," John said, standing up and then went to go stand next to Sherlock.

Sherlock flinched as John raised his hand, and the blogger sighed. "Im not going to hurt you Sherlock. Im just very angry with you. Now hold still,"

John moved Sherlocks hand from his nose, along with the tissue, and inspected his face, a light hand moving across his cheekbone.

"No bruises. Good, i didnt actually want to break anything," John sighed, before quickly grabbing the tissue, and dabbing the area above Sherlocks lip.

"What am i going to do with you, Sherlock Holmes?" John sighed, and Sherlock looked away, trying not to flush at Johns other hand, which mindlessly was placed on his cheekbone. John hadnt moved it yet.
There was a silence, before Sherlock spoke slowly.

"Be my husband for a week?"

John flicked his gaze up to him, before sighing, a tired smile tugging at his lips.

"I think i could do that-as long as you dont expect any special treatment, you git," John smiled genuinly this time, and Sherlock smiled softly back.

It was going to be a long week.

-

"So, 2 rooms right?" The woman at the front desk spoke, and John opened his mouth. Sherlock quickly grabbed Johns hand, which pretty much caught him off guard, as he forgot to speak when Sherlock intervened.

"No, we need one," Sherlock smiled, and the woman smiled back, before grabbing a card and pushing it through a slot.

When she was done, she handed it back, and smiled. "Enjoy your stay,"

Sherlock dropped Johns hand as they began to move, gripping their stuff, and John sort of dozed out for a bit.

"John? Hello?" Sherlock asked, before John blinked, and then started to blush.

"Sorry-em.. just.." John moved to get into the elevator and stand next to Sherlock as he pressed the button.

"We're sharing a bed, Sherlock,"

The doors closed, and Sherlock smirked.

"Thats what married ones do, John," John turned to stare at Sherlock for a bit, before glaring.

"We arent a couple-" "Ehhh-" "No, we're not. This is a case. Remember, marriage is just a piece of paper,"

Sherlock rolled his eyes, and the elevator opened, and the detective grabbed his things, before stepping out.

"If you have such a problem with sharing a bed John, then i'll sleep on the floor. I barely sleep anyways," Sherlock shrugged as he stuck the card into the slot, and the small light next to the handle turned green. He opened it and walked into the hotel they would be staying in.

They both moved in, and Sherlock placed his things next to the bed, while John did the same.

"Now, Lestrade wants to meet us in an hour, so go ahead and unpack or.. whatever," Sherlock waved his hand, without paying much attention to the army doctor.

-

John and Sherlock walked to the ground, and as they entered past the lining, they were both blinded by a camera flash.

Sherlock abruptly stopped, and John began wiping his eyes, as Lestrade approached them, laughing like hell.

"Congrats to the happy couple!" He yelled.

John flared, blushing wildly, and Sherlock rolled his eyes.

"We're going to get a divorce," Sherlock said, crossing his arms. "After the case, obviously,"

"Aww, really? I had hoped you guys would actually go through with it,"

John glared, knuckles flexing, before they walked past the D.I and to the scene.

-

It took 2 weeks for them to solve the case.

Too long.

2 bloody weeks of having to be Sherlocks husband.

And in the end, John found himself confused.

So fucking confused.

The past 2 weeks had been wild. Some times they had had to hold hands, others they had to sit as close as possible. At one point, John kissed Sherlocks cheek.

But that was as far as it went.

And John had actually enjoyed it.

Which was the confusing part.

Sherlock placed the divorce papers on the table, and patted Johns shoulder.

"I think its for the best hun. Its not you-its me," He said sarcastically, and John rolled his eyes, before turning down to look at them.

Sherlock walked past to go play his violin, and John watched intently.

His heart swelled seeing the compassion on Sherlocks face, and it took some time for John to reavalueate his life choices.

So, he took the papers, and went upstairs with them, and didnt come down until later that evening.

-

Sherlock undressed himself, and got ready for bed.

It was hot. Too hot.

Meh, whatever.

Sherlock stripped down to nothing, and climbed into bed, yawning and stretching out.

After 10 minutes he heard a knock at his door, and Sherlock sat up to see John entering the room with what seemed like the divorce papers...

unsigned.

John walked towards him.

"Sherlock.. i've thought about it for a while and..."

Sherlock stared at him.

"These last 2 weeks have been hell. Crazy, and stressful..."

Sherlock felt his heart begin to race.

"But.. they've been fun.. and i realise that...

I dont want a divorce... i.. i want to spend the rest of my life with.. with you. I.. i love you,"

Everything bubbled out like a stream of messy words, and Sherlock stared at him with wide eyes.

"I.. i love you too," He choked out, and Johns breath stuttered out of him, before grinning widely, and Sherlock did the same.

John smirked, and tore the papers in two, before climbing onto the bed, and giving Sherlock a passionate kiss.

They kissed for a while, and John breathed at last "Can.. can i stay down here with you?"

Sherlock blushed, before looking sheepishly away.

"I.. i dont actually have anything on John," He flushed, and John blinked, before smirking slyly.

"All the more better for me to stay," He winked, and Sherlock rolled his eyes. "Shut up,"

John laughed, and climbed under the blankets, before he moved his warm hands to Sherlocks waist. Sherlock gasped.

John pulled him close, and Sherlock leaned into him, placing his forehead in the crook of Johns neck, and hands onto his chest.

John softly ran his hands up and down Sherlocks bare back, making Sherlock melt.

"I love you so much, Sherlock," He whispered, and Sherlock cuddled closer, feeling Johns hands finally rest in the midde of his back.

"And I you, John," He mumbled.