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1: Mistletoe: JohnLock- It´s christmas time again... december started. God I hate this time... so much colourful lights around buildings, a waste of energy. Meeting the family, dull and boring. I don´t even want to see them... and there was no case for over two weeks.. I need one! -
"Sherlock, can you give me the chain of lights?" John asked Sherlock with a smile. He nodded and gave him the snowflake-shaped lights which John put on the christmas tree.
He just loved to decorate their flat and Sherlock likes to watch him doing this. Mainly because it made him happy, so happy he actually smiles like a child.
John moved around the flat and then it happened. He stood under a mistletoe.
Sherlock grinned and sneaked behind him, hugged John careful and lay his head on Johns shoulder.
"Hey, what´s wrong with you...?" John turned around and looked into Sherlocks blue eyes.
He just leaned down to him, kissing him softly on the mouth, wandering to Johns neck and biting there lightly. John was too surp
8: Tinsel: JohnLockSherlock woke up and looked around. John was NOT lying next to him.
That made him a bit sad, because Sherlock loved to wake his beloved doctor with a kiss...
Whatever. He decided to stand up, stretched his body a bit and went to the bathroom.
The first thing he noticed was the golden tinsel in his hair. With a confused look in his eyes, Sherlock started to pull it out of his hair.
There was a lot of tinsel in his curls.
Ten minutes later, he confronted John, the tinsel in his hand.
"Why was that in my hair?" Sherlock asked.
"Oh, Mycroft put that there. You didn´t sleep for over 3 days and when your brother visited us, you - literally - "fell" asleep. You should be thankful that I was able to catch you before you kissed the floor."
"...." Sherlock gave John a kiss. After that, his phone was buzzing.
A message from Mycroft.
- Good morning Sherlock, I hope you did sleep well. Lestrade and Molly really like the picture.
Greetings, Mycroft. -
At the end of the text there was a picture
7: Pie: JohnLock"I´ll make a pie for Ms. Hudson, so please do NOT disturb me" Sherlock told John.
"You... make a pie? YOU?!" John asked bewildered. "Wow, very interesting!" He chuckled.
"Don´t laugh. It´s my first time doing this... so please shut up."
Sherlock pouted. John pet his dark hair and smiled. "Can I help you?" - "No, I want to do it on my own." - "... just use the ingredients listed in the recipe, Sherlock. I´m serious. Don´t blow up the flat." - "I´m not an idiot."
John didn´t answer, he just smirked and went back to the living room.
One hour passed. Two hours passed.
A small "Boom!" was heard from the kitchen which caused John to look at the door. He was alarmed, stood up and ran directly to the kitchen.
Sherlock opened the door at the same time. He had dough in his face and on his hands, looking sheepish at his husband.
"Can you help me, John...?" he asked with a small voice. John smiled lovely, licking a bit dough off his cheek.
"Of course, swee
4: Candy Canes: JohnLock"Sherlock, did you see the candy canes?" John asked aloud from the living room. "... no, I didn´t. You sure you bought some?" - "Yes, I AM sure."
John searched everywhere to find them. In the kitchen, bedroom, bathroom, living room, also in the fridge (and hoped Sherlock did NOT misuse them for an experiment) - but they were gone.
"Come on John, it´s ok. We can survive without them." - "But I like them." John pouted. Sherlock kissed him. "You can have my kisses instead." - "Well... this is a good offer. I think I´ll forget about the canes ~ "
John tousled through his dark curles and smiled. "I´ll go and buy a present for Ms Hudson now. See you later!"
After he left, Sherlock hung the candy canes he hid on the christmas tree with a sign on one which said "Surprise, my beloved. XXX, Sherly."
3: Snow: JohnLock"Finally snow...!" John was running out of the flat, looking up into the sky. The snowflakes were falling down silently and slowly, coating London in a white colour.
"I really missed this last year... oh I hope it´ll stay everywhere!"
"John, come back into the flat, you´ll catch a cold!" Sherlock said, standing in the hallway and looking worried.
"But... there was no snow last year and it finally comes down... I love snow!!"
John looked at him with kinda sad eyes. He knew that Sherlock couldn´t win against his puppy eyes. He sighed and took his coat, putting it over John´s shoulders.
"Come back in a few minutes so I can warm you ~ " he whispered with a seductive smile.
"Of course, my dear." John asked with a kiss on Shrelock´s cheek.
5: Christmas Tree: JohnLock"We can´t assemble a christmas tree in our flat. It´s too small." John said while looking around. "Anyway, it´s boring. Why cutting a tree and decorate it? It looks better in a forest." Sherlock was lying on the couch - bored again. There was still no case to solve.
"But it´s a tradition to put a tree inside your flat or house and decorate it..." John sighed. "A small plant, at least? Please, Sherlock... this´d make me happy..."
Sherlock looked at his lover who had puppy eyes now. Sherlock couldn´t resist those eyes...
"Well, ok. A small plant with a small chain of lights... and more Mistle Toes. One is not enough." - "One is not enough?! Sherlock, you´re standing under this Mistle Toe once per hour! One IS enough! Also, we´re having "fun" every night in your bed, you even wake me up for this...!" John blushed a bit.
"But you like that." Sherlocked grinned.
"I´ve nothing against it, but you´re assigning me like hell... I still
6: Angel: JohnLock"... Do you believe in angels...?" John asked Sherlock once.
"Why do you want to know it?" he replied with a questionmark above his head.
"...I´m just curious."
"Ok... well, I don´t really believe in them. No one ever saw an angel and there´s no proof that they exist. You know, I´m a scientist. I just "believe" in something which can be proofed" Sherlock explained.
John didn´t answer, he just nodded and continued to write his blog.
Four years later, Sherlock DID believe in one angel - the one named John.
John wasn´t in the flat, so Sherlock was able to prepare everything.
The flat was tidied up and clean. Like, REALLY clean. The living room was decorated with some candles with wine and two wine glasses on the table. Nothing more, nothing less.
Also, Sherlock was nervous. Just a bit, but he feared something would go wrong... or John would say "No."
"I´m back, Sherlock" John entered the flat and as soon as he put his jacket away, Sherlock went st
12: Cider: JohnLock- "I want cider."
"No. You were drunk a few days ago and I don´t want you to be drunk again."
- "I want to drink it!"
"NO means NO!"
- "Give it to me!"
"I do NOT want to see you drunk again."
- "You were also drunk 2 days ago, remember?"
- "Give it. Give me the cider back!"
- "So you want to drink it on your own?!"
"Wha- no! None of us will drink today!"
- "You prefer a different "entertainment"?"
"..." Sherlock blushed a bit.
"Yes" was his whispered answer. John grinned and pulled Sherlock on the couch, kissing him.
- "Good boy ~ "
".... you´re already drunk, right...?"
- "Love you too."
14: Gingerbread: Johnlock"John, do you need something? I´ll go to the supermarket" Sherlock asked.
John looked up from his laptop.
He was suprised.
"You... go to the supermarket? YOU?!"
- "Yes... I do this. Why?"
"Well... this would be the first time you go into a shop like this."
- ".... there´s always a first time for everything."
"Ok, ok.... let´s see... I´d like to have some gingerbread."
"You asked me, I gave you an answer. So don´t complain."
- "..... fine. See you."
Sherlock left the flat and didn´t return for over one hour. John started to worry about him but then, finally, he returned.
"What happened that you were more than an hour out?" John wanted to know.
- "I helped a girl who lost her cat. We found it after 20 minutes."
"Aww, sweet." John hugged Sherlock.
"Do you have the gingerbread?"
- "Of course, and I´d like to feed you with this... ~ "
John smiled. "I exactly know where this will end ~ "
Sherlock kissed him. "And I know that you
Coming Home - Johnlock - 3/4As they travelled towards 221B, the cathartic nature of their reunion left John feeling rather drained. Despite the ever-present traffic, and the general hustle and bustle of London, sound seemed to him rather dampened, and he was only aware of hearing his own rapid heartbeat pulsing in his ears, along with the quiet, comforting whisper of Sherlock's breath. His hand was clasped so tightly around Sherlock's that it must have been causing him pain, but every time he turned his head, Sherlock's answering smile, gentle, yet wholly significant, was the only thing he saw. He rather liked this feeling; that of being completely unaware of the outside world, focused entirely on one person and one person alone. The silence was soothing, and while there would need to be words later, for the moment, John found the lack of speech a sign of understanding from the detective.
They drew up outside the familiar door with no small sense of foreboding. Both wondered what Mrs Hudson's reaction would be, a
Coming Home - Johnlock - 1/4Grief, in many ways, is like any other strong emotion. Fear, joy, hatred, all wax and wane, but in theory begin with a spark, an event like no other that turns you upside down with heady feeling, and changes you, at least for a while, incredibly. And yet, after a period of hours or days or weeks or months, it is expected that the emotion will begin to dissipate. That you will no longer be frightened, that you will no longer feel ecstatic, that hatred will turn to indifference. That the pain in your chest will die away. But for John Watson, an anomaly like no other, this simply was not true.
It was a Friday afternoon, three years to the day that his best friend had jumped to his death from St. Bart's hospital, and John was tired. He was sat in his usual, threadbare armchair, cradling a lukewarm cup of tea in his hands, staring across at the dusty violin that lay undisturbed in the seat across from him. The tick of the clock seemed abnormally loud and slow as John waited for an un
Coming Home - Johnlock - 2/4As the gun pressed heavily into his temple, his sweat-slick finger slipped on the trigger, hand shaking like never before.
I can do this. I can. I will.
The hesitation was merely momentary. He steadied himself, thinking only of reuniting with Sherlock in whatever afterlife there may be, and took a deep breath. But before he could pull the trigger, he heard a sudden cry 'John, no!' and he was grabbed suddenly from behind, the gun wrestled away from his head. Some miserable survival instinct forced his hand, and he threw the person off, slamming them on the floor, and pointed the gun at them. He expected Mycroft, or maybe Greg, but instead he looked down to see a gaunt, white face, a mop of curly hair and pleading blue eyes.
'John,' Sherlock whispered, baritone rough with emotion, 'I'm so sorry.'
John paled, and the hand pressing Sherlock's chest to the ground clenched and unclenched in his coat fabric.
'Jesus Christ. It's happened. I've done it. I've actually gone i
Welcome Home - Johnlock.Sherlock picked up his phone, and typed, 'John. I'm sorry. SH'. His fingers were shaking as he pressed send.
John sat up straight, he had just dozed off in the living room after watching the News, and the buzzing of his phone in his pocket had made him jump, he unlocked his mobile phone and looked at the text.
His eyes filled with tears and took a few moments to take in the fact that his one wish could have come true. 'Sherlock. You're alive? -JW' he replied.
A few moments later, he received another message, 'That is irrelevant. You need to come pick me up. SH'
'Irrelevant?! But... Ugh. Where are you, Sherlock? JW."
'Outside a pub. Two blocks from 221B. SH'
'Why can't you get a cab? JW'
'None of them will take me, john. SH'
'No wonder! Everyone thinks you're dead! JW'
'That's not why! I may be slightly intoxicated. SH'
John sighed. Only Sherlock. He hadn't even explained how he had jumped off a building in front of him and som
A Christmas Miracle: Johnlock"Happy Christmas, Sherlock! Look, Father Christmas came!" Mycroft was bouncing on the edge of Sherlock's bed, beaming with excitement. "I bet I got that set of night vision goggles!"
"Hey! I was the one who wanted those!"
"Too bad! They're all mine!" Mycroft's voice grew deeper, and his face began to change into another all-too-familiar face.
"Moriarty? How'd you do that?" Sherlock squeaked.
"I owe you a cookie, Sherlock,"
"Sherlock, wake up! You're yelling in your sleep again!" John's voice roused Sherlock from his sleep. He sat up, spreading his long arms above him, yawning loudly. His pajama bottoms had little penguins on them. Sherlock wondered why Mycroft had given him the trousers, but they were flannel, and very warm. Sherlock's mind was devoid of all emotions, a clear slate, as usual. Today's Christmas, he realized. No wonder he had dreamt so festively. But Moriarty refused to leave his dreams, always present in one way or another. He had stopped shooting him
-Johnlock- Lost without my milkHe was a fool to believe that Sherlock would ever feel the same for him. It had been a kiss a quick spur of weakness led by naivety. John groaned, head bowed in embarrassment. How could he have done something so stupid? He didn't expect Sherlock to hate him now no, the man wasn't shallow after all. However, John would bet for any amount of money that Sherlock's respect for him had just fallen drastically.
John groaned again. That was worse than hate. Why did he have to be so cliché?
Bleep. John jumped, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Stop wallowing in self pity. Need milk. SH.
John growled. He decided to text back.
Get it yourself. Why did you text me? You're in the other room. JW.
I believe the question is: why did you text me back? A little hypocritical don't you think? Get milk. SH.
"God dammit, Sherlock!" A very agitated John hissed. He burst through his bedroom door and thundered down the stairs, only to be greeted by a nonc
Johnlock - Speaking Silent Words - Fluff WarningIt's been about a week since me and Sherlock decided to go steady.
To be honest, nothing much has changed. I'd confessed my feelings over dinner 8 days ago, and received a frosty reception from the detective. Considering it had taking much mental convincing and building up to the point where I could confront him on my feelings, I found it hard to take. We spent the rest of the night in silence, as Sherlock zoned out to think (or just purposely ignored me) and I simply couldn't think of anything to begin another conversation.
I'd be lying if i said that I got much sleep that night. Well, neither did Sherlock. I woke up to him being in the exact same spot, wearing the same clothes as the night before, except this time, his fingers weren't pent, and his bright grey eyes weren't glazed over as they usually were when he thought. Instead, he sat crossed legged in his chair reading yesterdays paper. A paper he'd already read.
"Ah! You're up." He said brightly, folding his paper and placing it
Social Experiment- A Johnlock FanfictionJohn had always considered Sherlock's oddness as a given, but the word received a new meaning one cold February morning. Sherlock had sat at his laptop since, and quite probably long before John had awoken, and had stared blindly at his laptop, the homepage of his website- The Science of Deduction- glowing faintly on the screen.
Every so often he would mutter something that John couldn't make out and his left leg would nervously bounce up and down a few times before coming to a rest again.
When John touched his shoulder in an attempt to rouse him and offer him some tea, Sherlock leapt to his feet and snapped his laptop shut; though it still displayed only his homepage.
John decided to leave Sherlock to his musings and go for a stroll. London was always lovely and foggy this time of year, and they had run out of milk. Sherlock never bothered to buy any, even when John texted him about it. Then again, Sherlock never bothered to buy anything.
John stood in front of the mirror that hung ab
The Next Morning11:02
Ms Hudson is coming up. Should I tell her we no longer need two bedrooms?
Go ahead. She's been waiting for us to become a couple since day one.
John I think something is wrong with her!
Why? What's going on?
She's squealing. Rather loudly.
Oh. Women do that. No big deal.
But she sounds like an injured pig.
I'm sure it is. Just don't tell her that.
You're really rude you know.
Doesn't seem to bother her. She's clapping her hands.
I knew she'd be happy.
Yes. She seems thrilled.
Made a rather odd comment though.
She's going to buy earplugs.
Oh my god.
I never though Ms Hudson would be so cheeky.
What's cheeky about it? Why does she need earplugs?
The walls are thin Sherlock.
So? The violin had never bothered her before.
2: Hot Chocolate: JohnLock"So... why did you bath in ice water again? For over an hour?!" John asked Sherlock a bit angry. Sherlock was sitting on the couch, wrapped with several blankets and still shivering. "I-it was fo-for an experim-ment" he said with a low and shaky voice. "You nearly drowned! I´m glad that I entered the bathroom early enough... you dozed away in the bathtub because you were supercooled...!"
Sherlock looked away with guilt in his eyes. Not only guilt but also sadness. Because he made John worry about him. He had hurted him - again. Sherlock didn´t want to hurt him ever again.
"I-I am so-sorry.." he whispered a bit depressed. John sighed. "Stay there so you get warm again." He left the room, leaving Sherlock alone. Soon, he started to feel a bit better and did not shiver that much anymore. But he still felt a cold feeling in his chest.
John returned with a steaming cup of... Hot Chocolate?
"Here, drink this. It´ll help you to warm-up." John gave him the cup with a heart-wa
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