Christmas Prompts
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“It was a simple mistake!”
It wasn’t. It could never have been.
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- Part 1 of Christmas Prompts
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“Would you be alright if you were in labour on a sweltering tube train?” Sherlock murmured lowly, eyes still on her, eyes that widened a few moments later as the girl shifted and flinched, looking down in growing alarm. She looked absolutely petrified, beginning to shake and quietly sob as she checked her phone, and John was already getting to his feet before Sherlock spoke again. “Her waters just broke--”
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- Part 2 of Christmas Prompts
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Sherlock had often shocked John with the things he got up to right under his nose, within the small confines of their flat, their space, right in front of his eyes, behind his back, below his feet, above his head. Shocked him with visceral sights, choking smells, deafening noises, unexpected sensations, with mental stimulation, profound information, limitless questions, and prodigious creativity. There were instances of repetition, routine, but it always came with a slight twist, enough of one to shock John all over again, to have him gaping, shouting, cringing, grinning, laughing. It was never ending. Each day a little bit different from the last.
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- Part 3 of Christmas Prompts
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John pushed his hands further into his pockets, clenching and unclenching them in an attempt to encourage blood circulation and warmth. The weather was rather mild for December, but it was still a bit nippy, with a bite to the wind that took any and all extremities in an icy, pinching clasp, and refused to let go. John always struggled to keep his fingers warm without the use of gloves or a big takeaway coffee in weather such as this. Weather that only seemed to only materialise when he was empty handed. He was sure he was cursed.
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- Part 4 of Christmas Prompts
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John sighed as he wiped his wet hands onto yet another tea towel and scowled at the simple recipe in front of him. It shouldn't be this hard. It was nothing compared to what there was, to what John had cooked before. The stupid bloody magazine had insisted that it was 'family friendly!' and easy to put together – but John had to admit that even he was stumped.
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- Part 5 of Christmas Prompts
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A shadow at the window immediately froze him to the spot with sharp alarm senses blaring high for a quick second before he realised who it was, feeling stupid by the number of times the man startled him. It was Sherlock. Obviously. The halo of his frizzy curls, the lines of his shoulders, arms, waist and legs, dyed by the lights of the Christmas tree from his side and the street lamps in front of him as he stood silently in his pyjamas, stock still, seemingly entranced by something outside.
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- Part 6 of Christmas Prompts
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“Mrs Hudson, for the last time, take them down!”
The cards, balanced on a bowing crimson ribboned string, swayed as Sherlock swatted at her reaching arm, sprinkling a shower of glitter down upon the floor, the rug, the coffee table, and down upon him. He spluttered, ruffling his curls, and shot a murderous glower at each individual card that was responsible for his unwanted, shining shower. There were a lot of them. More than John expected, more than he even remembered receiving. Cards of all sizes and materials, with illustrations of holly, of candy canes, of snowmen and the jolly, red figure of Santa Clause, smothered in a kaleidoscope of coloured reflective specks.
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- Part 7 of Christmas Prompts
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God they were drunk. Tipsy. Stupidly so. Irresponsibly so.
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- Part 8 of Christmas Prompts
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Sherlock however, did not seem happy. He was pointing and gesturing, eyes wide as John stepped forward, brow creased in worry, and lips parted. It occurred to him, as he took another step, that Sherlock was trying to warn him about something, but already John was shifting his footing, unable to do much about the obvious error as he slipped on an unseen circle of ice, skidding with a heart-stopping lurch, before both of his feet went out from under him. He fell dramatically onto his bottom and back, gasping as the wind was knocked from his chest.
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- Part 9 of Christmas Prompts
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“Jingle bells, jingle bells, Jingle all the way. Oh, what fun it is to ride, in a one-horse open sleigh...”
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- Part 10 of Christmas Prompts
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All in all, it wasn't at all how he had expected his afternoon to turn out. Not one bit.
Everything that had seemed too surreal, too strange to be anything but fictitious. It felt like some sort of fever dream, a crazy mismatch of memories, thoughts, feelings and knowledge whisked together into an incoherent mush. A mush of recognisable things in unrecognisable ways. He was somewhat used to a certain sort of disbelief, living with Sherlock and trailing after him as he followed the residue of impossible crimes, yet he hadn't been faced with something so outrageously outlandish as the presence of a creature from folklore on the streets of London before.
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- Part 11 of Christmas Prompts
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What did he want? What did the genius, arrogant, arse of a detective want for Christmas?
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- Part 12 of Christmas Prompts
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Pulling his keys from the lock and swaying up and in, John flinched when something touched the top of his head and reared back to look, terrified of what he might find, what Sherlock might have hung there, only find it to be a plant attached to the inside of the door frame, a rather familiar looking plant.
Mistletoe.
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- Part 13 of Christmas Prompts
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The first thing John noticed when he woke up was a shadow, a figure, leaning over him, and for a moment he only stared at it, wondering if it was really there at all or if it was only part of some lingering dream he couldn’t remember. If it was just his mind playing tricks. It happened from time to time. To him, to others. The mind liked to find things in nothing, to feel safe in familiarity, and so would try to make sense of shapes and space, of reality, by sculpting and connecting lines into recognisable figures, objects. This time it was in the form of a person and it took John a moment to realise that the person was Sherlock, that he’d somehow already known it was Sherlock. On some deeper level, on an instinctive level, he’d known who it was.
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- Part 14 of Christmas Prompts
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He stumbled to one side, or was more accurately elbowed to one side, caught his breath and was about to leave when something caught his eye on their Christmas display.
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- Part 15 of Christmas Prompts
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Sarah’s warm hand curled around his bicep just as he was stepping out of his office to head home and he turned with a smile, half panicking when she returned it with a grin of pure mischief, “Here,” she said cheerfully, handing him a Christmas wrapped package, smiling reindeer flying across a dark blue, star speckled sky. There was also a tag, with his name scrawled on it and several penned kisses, a small message on the other side as he flipped it over to read. It was a short note, one that seemed overly casual in the most sceptical way.
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- Part 16 of Christmas Prompts
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John watched from the corner of his eye as Sherlock reached in, took one out at random and opened it, letting the colourful wrapper flutter to his lap, then the floor, as he popped the chocolate in his mouth and began to eat noisily.
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- Part 17 of Christmas Prompts
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As he stepped through the divider, happy to find the fire roaring, he was unexpectedly bombarded with coloured clutter from his right, and stunned he turned to find the coffee table littered with rolls of ribbon, all different kinds of colours and patterns and styles and types. Some were thin, others were thick. Half were messily unwound from their rolls and the rest were still neatly confined. The sofa was coated too, only with perfectly tied bows, many, many, many bows made out of the many, many, many different ribbons, and Sherlock was sat in the middle of them all cross-legged, completely naked.
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- Part 18 of Christmas Prompts
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"Who do you think I am?"
John squinted, just to make sure, just to see more, and leaned in, lowering his voice with a unfurling, arrogant smirk, “You're Santa.”
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- Part 19 of Christmas Prompts
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What he got, as he stepped expectantly into the kitchen, was a noise. A noise he had never heard before within the flat. A noise not made by a human.
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- Part 20 of Christmas Prompts