Sherlock + GN! Reader + Watson

"Hello"

"John!", you quietly hissed his name out, but your attempt at stopping him were futile and meaningless to the angry hedgehog. No pleading words could stop him since it went through one ear and out the other ear.

Hutched over his seat, ready to attack at any given second, John angrily said, "You-! You massive blockhead! Leaving us to think you were outright dead...!", to Sherlock as the direction of his wrath was only to the detective himself.

Bolting straight up from his own seat, John dangerously pivoted himself towards the shocked detective and loudly refuted,

"How DARE you Sherlock Holmes! HOW dare you for making me believe that you actually died on me and then left for me to tell everyone you knew that you died, especially (y/n) here!", the ruffled doctor continued on but threw his palm at you, indicating that last part was directed upon you.

Biting your bottom lip, you personally also knew how heartbroken you were that day when John personally confronted you about Sherlock's death inside the flat.

**It was pouring like cats and dogs that day, and you two were basically huddled tightly in each other's arms on the couch as you, mainly, cried a river on John's chest while he was trying to both fight the waterworks and comfort you through gentle strokes of your (h/c) hair. That was the only thing the doctor could do at the moment without breaking down even further.**

You both had the right to be grieving the man who was suppose to be dead and be angry at the fact that he twisted and snaked his way back into your guy's lives without ANY notice, but you didn't like John was letting his personal grief out on Sherlock.

Though completely understandable why John was fuming, you calmly raised your voice at the doctor, "Now hold on John!", you tried to get through John and reason with him to think this through with a rational, straight-headed mind. But that didn't work.

Instead, you threw your left hand out towards John's sleeves and pinched the fabric. You wanted John to rezone and come back to earth and this was the only way to gain the doc's attention.

John glared down at you, but seeing your sadden face, his face softens a little before snapping his attention back at the otter, pure anger burning behind his eyes.

Huffing slightly, John straightens both his composure and posture out while you still clung to his sleeve. He was happy that someone literally could bring him back down and anchor his confused state of emotions currently.

You gave a tiny, soft smile (up/down/straight) at John before moving the hand you clung on to the hedgehog's clothes and burrowed them in his hands. You squeezed John's hand to assure him once again.

John's sigh of frustration was, really, the only indication that he was done scolding Sherlock to a certain degree of deathhold.

• [ CHANGE OF P.O.V AGAIN ] •

Back from his sudden state of shock, Sherlock quickly recovered from it and shook his head in disbelief.

'How could he do this to his friend's...his friend's that he truly could call them dear friend's of his...?', Sherlock sighed quietly to himself as his head ducked a little, his dark chocolate curls curtaining his sharp face a little.

He was sure a monster. An inconsiderable bastard for treating those very close to him like this.

Sherlock reposition his head and faced his friend's, "I know my apology won't be able to fully mend the wound I've caused but", Sherlock stopped as he ponder to think what he could say next without adding more salt to the deep wound.

(Y/n) and John looked at Sherlock quite quizzically, wondering what the detective's next words will be.

Once more, Sherlock sighed softly to himself. He now has to make it right or forever lose this opportunity again.

"But, I hope my words could find a way to your hearts to somehow forgive this imbecile for the very much mess I've caused amongst you two while I was "away'. I'm truly am sorry for the trouble and crap I've formed through my recklessness", Sherlock wholeheartedly said as he stood tall before the other parties, hoping for the miracle that he was somewhat forgiven by his best mates.

You two blinked, dumbfounded at Sherlock's never before seen newest side.

"I forgive you Sherly, you John?", you stated with a question, a bright smile forming on your face, looking forward to John's final confirmation.

He sighed reluctantly, glancing up at the ceiling, before glancing back at Sherlock with a a tiny half-crooked smile blossomed on John's face, a perfect feature that fitted well with the army doctor.

"He might be an imbecile, but he's our imbecile to love and cater for", John chuckled to himself before shaking his head, "Sherlock, you crazed sociopathic imbecile, you're forgiven, but do that stunt ever again and I will personally end you", he said in a joking tone (but rather intimidiating to the poor otter) and looking at (y/n) with that smile still etched on him.

Sherlock quietly gulped and cursed underneath his own breath to never anger John Watson ever again.

• [ CHANGE OF P.O.V ] •

You smirked and yelled, "GROUP HUG!", and practically rocket over to Sherlock. You threw yourself in the defenseless otter's arms and giggled when you snaked your arms around Sherlock's chest.

Sherlock jumped at least 40 feet off the ground from the sudden contact of other human's and nearly tried to wiggle himself out. Ultimate failure there Sherlock.

John, standing still at first very confused, now saw what you were doing and quickly latched himself on your back and squished you in even further while locking his arms around Sherlock's shoulders/neck.

'Perfect', you thought to yourself as a giant smile was forming on your face.

"Oh god please...no hugs you two! Personal space!!", Sherlock cried out and then groaned in feat as he was now regretting the sudden decision for a group hug (*Remember "Haphephobia"? Yea, this is a small references to that one)

"Oh shut it, y'know you love it", John teased as his grip around Sherlock's neck tighten even more.

"Oh no I don't!", Sherlock wheezed out as he felt his world crumbling now.

John rolled his eyes at the drama queen and you just continued giggling at them, snuggling cheerfully between the two's rather deadly embrace.

"Whatever"

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Aaaand, done. Noice. I thought my very brief comeback will be something fluffy and cute for Christmas. You are welcome, no need to thank me.

( uwu )b ♡