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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.
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
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
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
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
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."
10: Frost: JohnLockIt was cold in London. Snow was falling down slowly and turned everything white.
It was the 5th day that everywhere was snow. But nothing stopped the criminals. Nothing.
Sherlock and John were standing near a crime scene. A brutal murder. Sherlock already had deduced everything Lestrade and the cops had to know about this. The two were on their way home already.
"How can you be so... without emotions when you see a dead person? It does not touch you? Not at all?" John asked Sherlock directly.
"No, not really - no John, let me finish speaking. I don´t feel anything because I got used to corpses. Also, the person would not want to bemourned from strangers. Family and friends, yes. But strangers? I think we should find the murderer instead of crying."
John didn´t answer for over minutes.
"Yes... I understand this..."
He squeezed Sherlock´s hand a bit more.
"But it´s a good thing that you think about them", Sherlock added, "Because if there should be something like
9: Ice Skating"I can´t do this... I don´t like it, John."
"You´ll be able to skate, Sherlock, don´t worry. Look, I´m going to help you. Give me your hands."
John reached out for Sherlocks hands, pulling him away from the edge of the rink.
He stood very insecure on his skates, dangling a bit.
"Fokus your weight on the middle of your body. Good, good... no move your feet forward... yes! That´s it!"
Sherlock was able to skate a bit with John´s help. Both smiled happily and they went on training.
30 minutes later, he was able to run over the rink without help. Slowly, but on his own.
John and Sherlock skated side by side, talking about everything. After a while, they spotted Anderson and his wife. She was acting well on the ice, but not Anderson. He fell down - twice.
"Thinking about dinosaurs won´t help him" whispered John and Sherlock started to giggle.
"I still think one of his dinosaurs ancestors is the reason they became extinct. He was too stupid to
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
Johnlock - Bored to bedJohn sighed deeply and looked at the mess in the flat. Sherlock had been extremely bored lately. Not even one single case for over three weeks and John was starting to feel worried for his friend. Sherlock's new morning routine was to just walk across the room, making a pile of paper fall to the floor, and curling up like a grumpy cat in the sofa. But today was different. It was nearly noon, and no sign of Sherlock.
John walked across the papers scattered around the room and found himself standing in front of the big door to Sherlock's bedroom. He knocked on it ever so gently with his knuckles.
"Sherlock, are you alright?" he called out. From the other side of the door, he heard a mumbling answer. He sighed once again and let the door slide open.
"Sherlock, are you planning to spend the whole day in bed, or what?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest. Sherlock, who was lying on his side facing away from John, turned his head with his eyes still tightly closed.
"Stop bothering me,
Merry Christmas, Sherlock, and Happy New YearsSherlock sat in the ally way a few blocks from 221B, a cigarette burning lazily in his right hand, a phone in his left. His eyes were glued on the phone, the pink silicone case feeling smooth in the palm of his hand. As he raised his right hand to his lips to take a long drag of the cigarette, his eyes fluttering closed, memories rushing back to him.
" You don't have a girlfriend then? "
"Girlfriend? No, not really my area.
Oh, right then. Do you have a boyfriend? Which is fine, by the way."
"Right, okay. You're unattached, just like me. Fine. Good."
"John, um I think you should know that I consider myself married to my work and while I am flattered by your interest I'm-"
"No. I'm not asking- no. I was just saying. It's all fine."
Sherlock couldn't hold back the sad chuckle that came from his lips as he blew out the smoke. He remembered the slight blush that had crept over John's cheeks as he muttered the last few words. Remember
Johnlock - Merry Christmas, SherlockIt was Christmas eve and all John wanted to do was lounge around on the couch all day. It was a very rare day, seeing as Sherlock wasn't dragging him off to some murder case, or he wasn't at work. All was perfect, his room mate was doing some experiment, the telly was switched on right in front of him. He didn't know how it could get any better than this.
He looked up at the roof absent-mindedly to find something that he hoped he wouldn't see.
He pulled out his phone and texted Sherlock.
I told you not to hang mistletoe -JW
Why not? It's a fascinating holiday tradition. -SH
Plus I wanted the excuse. -SH
I though tradition bored you JW
Other times it can be useful. -SH
Yes, useful. -SH
In what way? You do realise what the mistletoe tradition actually is, right? JW
Yes, you've got to kiss someone caught under it with you. -SH
Well, uh yes but... Wait... Do you have a girlfriend Sherlock? JW
No, haven't I told already that's not my area? -SH
Well, yeah but the m
Sherlock BBC: Cinema dateMany things could have been said about Sherlock Holmes, but surely nobody would call him an expert in the fields of love and dating. Those subjects remained an unsolvable riddle to him, even though his friendship with doctor Watson had changed not so long ago into something more. Sherlock, as always when in doubt, decided to consult a specialist for additional information. The paper specialist.
The detective was sprawled across the couch in a lazy pose, browsing intently through the newest issue of "Cosmopolitan" which became recently a hobby of his, much to John's dismay, since he usually fell victim to Sherlock's experiments that were as romantic as they were eccentric.
The main topic of the magazine (apart from a guide how to choose a fitting pair of high heels to your miniskirt) was how to win your crush's heart. According to the author of the article, the best way to do it was to go on an exciting date to the cinema. Sherlock found it really peculiar movies always seemed re
BBC Sherlock: Something to talk aboutSix o'clock in the morning, Saturday. A call from Lestrade. Yes, a case, come to Scotland Yard at once.
Sherlock hung up with excitement, John just groaned plaintively. Friday was hellish at the hospital and he definitely could use some rest. Watson was determined to sleep through the whole morning, no matter what. Sherlock didn't waste any time, though. He sprang out of the bed, already wide awake, and delved into his wardrobe, preparing clothes for today.
"Come on, John! Don't dawdle! The adventure awaits!" Sherlock urged him in an upbeat tone.
John covered his head with a duvet, mumbling something incoherently about the place where Sherlock could put this adventure right now and how deep. The detective rolled his eyes.
"John, you are perfectly aware that I won't back off. You're coming with me whether you like it or not," he said adamantly, folding his arms across his chest. "After all, I'm completely lost without my blogger..." He added in a kinder voice, shamelessly butter
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
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Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter One: Sleeping next to you.
"John?" A rough voice called my name from my door, half asleep I roll over to see Sherlock watching me. His thin frame covered by a white sheet.
"What is it Sherlock?" I asked fighting the urge to close my eyes and fall back into a deep sleep.
"I wanted to ask you," He swallows a bit wincing at the pain he must have felt in his throat; I could tell he was sick. He looked paler than normal, his hair a mess and his face a bit flushed at the cheeks.
"If it would be alright if I stayed in your bed to night." I wasn't expecting that. Maybe for him to ask me for tea or to check to see what he had since I was a doctor, anything but him asking to come in bed with me. I would have said no any other night but him standing there by my door made him look like a child wanting to crawl into bed with his parents for comfort.
"Alright," I said shifting around in my bed to come loose from the sheets that I managed to twist around my body in s
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Sherlock: Sick and Tired.
Chapter Five: I hate you John Watson.
I am amazingly warm, calm and comfortable. I am in bed in the flat- no I am outside in a grass covered hill, high up pointed towards the sun. Everything looks beautiful, there was no death or confusion everything was at peace and I could breathe in the crisp warm air of safety. Bird overhead chirping in a sing song fashion, it made me smile to be here.
I lay on my stomach feeling the warm soft grass under my skin, a hand touches my back. I look up to see Sherlock he was smiling down at me, dressed in his usual attire. His face is clear and still pale under the sun but he looked happy just being here touching my back softly.
"Am I dead?" I ask him and he shakes his head, "No, John." His voice is deep and full of life.
"I am dying then," I say but I couldn't help the smile across my face.
"Yes. No. Maybe," He responds shrugging a bit then leans down to kiss my shoulder; his lips felt like rose peddles.
"I am just here; I am
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Sherlock: The Drunken Truth.
Chapter Two: The Understanding.
When I woke up everything from last night felt like a dream but when I tried to move Sherlock was there pressed against my side. His long limbs draped over mine, still asleep. I shifted my head to look at him, to really look at his beautiful face. He looked younger when he slept and he already looked like a very sexy sculpted baby when he was awake and about. I grin knowing how creepy that last thought was but it's not like anyone will hear me anyway.
I don't move an inch; I just lay there under Sherlock listening to his soft breathing. I could feel his heart beating against my skin, a pulsating point of energy with one objective, stay alive. It was strange to think that without that one organ moving constantly Sherlock wouldn't be here with me. I had no idea what to expect when he did wake up and I didn't want to lose this, this right now where nothing mattered but him laying here with me. This where there were no murders, n
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
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