~1997~ The Ghost of Christmas Past
((Sorry for the dashclogger, Happy Holidays!)
A unilock Christmas present for willietheplaidjacket
Scotch and Snowmen – John’s spending Christmas alone in the dorm…oh right Sherlock Holmes is here too…
teaser below the cut
John Watson stuffed his hands deeper into his coat pockets as he trudged back to his dorm. The campus was eerie when it was empty like this. But most students had family to go home to over break. John had received special permission to just stay here. It was only a couple weeks and at least this way he could get a head start on studying for next semester. There had been an invite from a teacher for Christmas, but he’d politely turned it down. The last thing he wanted to do was spend the holiday surrounded by happy little kids in a warm little house with a cozy little fire and a loving family. Harry was busy with her girlfriend; there hadn’t even been a phone call in two months and he wasn’t quite sure of her number these days anyways. And it would be a cold day in Hell before he’d spend one more night under his father’s roof.
As he reached the dorm, he looked up and realized there was a light on. Ah, right, Sherlock Holmes was still here too. He did have family to go to, but as far as he understood, they didn’t get on either. Well, maybe they could at least demolish the scotch John had in his room. He didn’t drink often, another legacy of Da, but a holiday was an excellent reason.
He climbed the stairs to his room and went in, hanging up his coat and shaking off the cold. He glanced in the mirror and brushed the lingering snowflakes from his hair before grabbing the scotch from the back of the closet.
Heading back into the hallway, he headed for Sherlock’s room and knocked on the door. There was no answer, so he tried again before taking a breath and trying the handle. To his surprise the door was open, and room empty.
Frowning, John closed the door again and looked up and down the hall. Oh. Of course. The light he’d seen from outside wasn’t this room. He called up the memory of the building, looked around a moment, then headed down the hall, knocking on a door one story up and three doors down from where he’d been.
As he raised his hand to knock, he heard the faint sounds of a violin. He froze in place, listening to the beautiful melody. It was like nothing he’d heard before. He was hardly aware he was still standing with his hand raised until the music suddenly stopped and the door was flung open.
“John Watson,” Sherlock glowered down at him. The young man had a fearsome reputation, but John wasn’t particularly scared of anyone. He lowered his hand and smiled at him, offering the bottle of scotch.
so john and sherlock are at their wedding ceremony, and sherlock, idiotically in all his planning, forgot to inform the celebrant not to say his full name. so when she says, “john hamish watson, do you take william sherlock scott holmes to be your husband,” sherlock bites down on his tongue, john bursts into fits of giggles, and all their guests, bar the holmes family, are sitting shocked like “his name is william???????”
Shelter
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Johnlock
Rating: Explicit
Summary: [MerKat RPs series 29] The air raid alarms force two men into a shelter, and each other’s arms.
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – Historical, Alternate Universe – World War II, Alternate Universe – Different First Meeting, Frottage, Hand Jobs, First Kiss, Kissing, Anal Fingering, Anal Sex, Top Sherlock, Bottom John, Topping from the Bottom, Public Sex
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I have this head canon I can’t shake, of Sherlock and John living together for a few months after John’s left Mary, or she’s dead, whatever, I don’t care about her…and they aren’t together yet, John’s still sleeping in his old bedroom, and they’re still having a lot of like fundamental understandings about who the other one is, and one morning, John comes downstairs to Sherlock in his pyjamas all curled on the sofa binge watching The Great British Bakeoff and eating Nutella out of the jar and John’s like “What the hell are you doing?” And Sherlock just kind of shrugs and offers John the jar of Nutella, and John laughs kind of perplexed, but he sits down next to him and they end up spending the entire day eating junk and yelling at the bakers and cringing every time someone screws up and Sherlock ends up admitting he’s got a total crush on one of them, and they’ve never ever spent a whole day like this, just being friends, no case, no drama, no adventure, no lying wife, just them. Together.
And it finally dawns on John as he’s watching Sherlock animatedly bemoan someone’s runny treacle tart as he licks the back of a Nutella covered spoon, that Sherlock is so human, so soft and real and full of emotion, and everything changes for him, in that one small, seemingly inconsequential moment. Because that’s how life happens, you know, not in these huge heart pounding monumental moments, but in these tiny moments that you never see coming.
And Sherlock feels John watching him, and turns and says “What, John?” with Nutella on his mouth, and his curls all messy and unbrushed, and everything John’s been holding back all these years just comes out and he leans in and kisses Sherlock so softly and gently. And Sherlock just makes this small surprised noise, but recovers quickly and kisses John back, and when John pulls away, they’re both smiling at each other so tenderly and Sherlock’s like, “I estimated 5 hours and it only took you 4. You always surprise me, John Watson.”
And John’s like “You little shit, this was all a trap.”
And Sherlock says, “Worked though, didn’t it?” And grins and sticks the spoon in his mouth, and John just pushes him back into the sofa and that’s the end of the telly and the Nutella and the clothing.
quick, we need to passionately make out for science
