Fill: Surprises
anonymous
December 24 2010, 16:29:48 UTC
Probably nothing like what you wanted, but hopefully, it can bring some joy? After all it is Christmas :]
(Also, first time filling. As well as first time writing Sherlock fiction... So bear with me x] )
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The invitation shone with obscenely bright colours on the otherwise dull refrigerator door. Naturally, this caught John Watson’s eyes when he walked into the kitchen one chilly morning in early December.
“The annual Holmes Christmas party…” he murmured quietly, to no one in particular. He didn’t pay it much mind and instead, he opened the fridge in hope to find something edible amongst the many different, severed body parts.
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It wasn’t until many days later that it came to his mind again.
“John.” It was short and flat, no real indication to what mood sat behind it.
“Mm…?” The answer was just as short, but more absent, when he replied without looking up from his Sunday crossword.
“You do realize you won’t be celebrating Christmas with your family this year, don’t you?” This, on the other hand, made him take his eyes off of the puzzle, eyebrows almost by his hairline.
“Am I not?”
“No.”
John cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Right, of course I’m not. Why?”
Sherlock raised a delicate eyebrow, looking highly unimpressed in response. “You do not turn down a Holmes-festivity invitation. It’s impossible.”
“But Sherlock, what about my family? I can’t just-“
“It’s impossible; it cannot be done. You’re coming, end of discussion.” With that he rose elegantly from his seat and left his shorter friend by the kitchen table, with a slightly bewildered look adorning his weathered face.
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John felt a bit nervous about meeting the entire Holmes-clan. Which of course was silly, because, “honestly John, we don’t bite. Well… Not all of us.”
Nervous wasn’t quite it though. Petrified? Yes, that was more like it, because although he had only ever met Mycroft and very obviously Sherlock, he was quite certain the family was the most twisted there is. He feared that it would be a morbid Christmas, something that didn’t suit his holiday preferences at all. Missing the traditional Watson-Christmas wasn’t on the top of his wish-list either.
So, it was a reluctant ex-soldier that Sherlock dragged out of the taxi and towards the great wooden door of an even greater manor. Before the door opened, Sherlock gave his arm a quick squeeze, whispering “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”
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John was positively surprised by Sherlock’s family. Perhaps it was the copious amounts of eggnog and wine that had been passed around, or perhaps it was just the general atmosphere that Christmas brought, but it was all very, very pleasant.
Also, Sherlock’s family was huge! In numbers, that is, not in size, although Sherlock never ceased to bother Mycroft about his weight. There were aunts and uncles, grandparents and cousins. And cousins’ cousins and significant others. And children. Lots and lots of children, all whom - for some reason - seemed very, very fond of his tall, dark haired flat mate.
That was the biggest surprise of them all, he decided as he watched Sherlock’s enthusiastic playing with them, only half-listening to what Sherlock’s cousins’ cousin’s sister-in-law was talking about.
“John?” She asked, waving a hand in front of his eyes.
“Hm?” He smiled guiltily, and turned towards her again, but couldn’t help sneaking glances through the corner of his eye.
She laughed it off. “I just wondered how you two met,” she said, waving a hand in Sherlock’s general direction.
“Oh, ah… A friend introduced us, neither of us could afford a decent apartment on our own, so we decided to live together.”
“That’s nice,” she commented with a knowing smile
“Is it?”
“Mmyes, you seem very fond of him, and he of you…”
John’s brow furrowed, but he huffed out a short laugh. “Perhaps,” he murmured, eyes once again glued to the lanky man, currently teaching his young relatives subtle remarks about Mycrofts weight, whilst his mother was scolding at him, though amused.
Re: Fill: Surprises 2/3
anonymous
December 24 2010, 16:31:34 UTC
A few hours later, it was an exhausted consulting detective who threw himself down next to John on the couch.
“There is something wrong with these children. They never run out of energy,” Sherlock stated plainly, much to John’s amusement.
“Well, they are related to you, I think that’s explanation enough,” he teased, earning an uncharacteristic, yet playful, nudge by Sherlock’s bony elbow, followed by a slight groan upon the scene in front of them.
The children had found Sherlock’s coat. The long, dark, swishy coat. Turned out it had more than the function of dramatic effect due to said swishy-ness. It was also great for hide and seek.
“Go on, then,” John smiled, persuading his friend to arise and amuse the youngsters.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Sherlock wondered. “We’ve barely spoken all evening.”
John waved him off with a smile. “I see you every day Sherlock, I think I’ll survive one evening without you. Besides, I have your entire family to substitute you.” The response was a broad smile, one that was purely for John. And it was gorgeous, it really, really was, and even more so because Sherlock smiling outside the confines of their flat was definitely a rarity.
The seat had barely become empty before another person was seated there, more specifically; Mrs. Holmes herself.
“John, my dear!” she exclaimed happily. “I cannot believe I’ve yet to speak to you; being a hostess during events like these is awfully demanding.”
“But what a lovely party it is,” he praised. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before them. The children had given up on playing hide-and-seek and had instead transcended to climbing on him, demanding piggyback-rides from the tall man.
“Thank you, sweetheart, that’s awfully nice of you,” she smiled warmly, laughing along with him as the kids managed to overthrow Sherlock, piling on top of him on the floor. “It was terribly nice of you to come at all, it was merely a hope of mine, but I suppose it’s only natural to celebrate such a joyous holiday with family.”
This caught John off guard, and silenced his chuckles at Sherlock trying, and failing, to get his power back. He stared at her, stammering quietly. “…f-…family?” he inquired weakly. Then he understood what she meant. “What? Oh, no, no, no, me and Sherlock, we’re not-“
“It’s alright, dear, I really don’t mind, if anything I doubt Sherlock could’ve found a better partner if he so searched every inch of the world.” The compliment made John’s cheeks burn bright with something akin to embarrassment, modest as he was.
He coughed and cleared his throat, squirming in his seat. “Th-thank you,” he mumbled quietly, much to Mummy Holmes’ enjoyment.
Re: Fill: Surprises 3/3
anonymous
December 24 2010, 16:32:24 UTC
The crisp air of London was welcoming as they made their way home later that night, walking in silence. That was when something occurred to John.
“You tricked me,” he stated simply.
“Did I?”
“Yes, you did; you said I couldn’t decline, when clearly I could’ve done.” Despite his words, he couldn’t force any anger into his voice, because he realized that he wasn’t; he’d had a brilliant evening, truth be told, and the Holmes-family was not at all as strange as it seemed upon meeting Sherlock and Mycroft.
Sherlock smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, John; clearly you’ve had too much to drink. I had better remember this for future reference…”
They stopped outside of the door to 221b, John narrowing his eyes at the detective. “But why? Why did you drag me along?”
“John,” Sherlock deadpanned. “I know you’re not an idiot, think it through.”
And John thought, staring at the mysterious man. “You wanted me there.” He whispered. “You forced me to go because you wanted me there.”
“Good boy,” Sherlock smiled playfully.
“But why?”
Sherlock sighed. “Is it not obvious? I really do think you’ve had too much to drink, John; it’s clouding your perceptiveness.” John frowned at the insult. With another despondent sigh, Sherlock smiled and leaned forward, capturing the confused man’s lips. Pulling away a moment later, he smiled at John’s stunned expression. “Clearly I like you, John, try to keep up.”
“Clearly,” John whispered, before cracking a smile and softly gripping Sherlock’s lapels, pulling him down for another sweet kiss.
Definitely worth missing the traditional Watson-Christmas.
Oh man, what a lovely surprise for today! I checked just on the off chance (since I, too, am supposed to be getting ready for a party that starts in an hour) and was pleasantly shocked to find it filled! Oh thank you thank you so much! One of the best gifts I could receive. Not only did you get some playful Sherlock there, but kissing too? What more could be said? Superb. Made me grin like an idiot the whole time.
Now I'll have to post some art for this after all the hub bub c:
(Also, first time filling. As well as first time writing Sherlock fiction... So bear with me x] )
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The invitation shone with obscenely bright colours on the otherwise dull refrigerator door. Naturally, this caught John Watson’s eyes when he walked into the kitchen one chilly morning in early December.
“The annual Holmes Christmas party…” he murmured quietly, to no one in particular. He didn’t pay it much mind and instead, he opened the fridge in hope to find something edible amongst the many different, severed body parts.
-
It wasn’t until many days later that it came to his mind again.
“John.” It was short and flat, no real indication to what mood sat behind it.
“Mm…?” The answer was just as short, but more absent, when he replied without looking up from his Sunday crossword.
“You do realize you won’t be celebrating Christmas with your family this year, don’t you?” This, on the other hand, made him take his eyes off of the puzzle, eyebrows almost by his hairline.
“Am I not?”
“No.”
John cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably in his chair. “Right, of course I’m not. Why?”
Sherlock raised a delicate eyebrow, looking highly unimpressed in response. “You do not turn down a Holmes-festivity invitation. It’s impossible.”
“But Sherlock, what about my family? I can’t just-“
“It’s impossible; it cannot be done. You’re coming, end of discussion.” With that he rose elegantly from his seat and left his shorter friend by the kitchen table, with a slightly bewildered look adorning his weathered face.
-
John felt a bit nervous about meeting the entire Holmes-clan. Which of course was silly, because, “honestly John, we don’t bite. Well… Not all of us.”
Nervous wasn’t quite it though. Petrified? Yes, that was more like it, because although he had only ever met Mycroft and very obviously Sherlock, he was quite certain the family was the most twisted there is. He feared that it would be a morbid Christmas, something that didn’t suit his holiday preferences at all. Missing the traditional Watson-Christmas wasn’t on the top of his wish-list either.
So, it was a reluctant ex-soldier that Sherlock dragged out of the taxi and towards the great wooden door of an even greater manor. Before the door opened, Sherlock gave his arm a quick squeeze, whispering “It’ll be fine. You’ll be fine.”
-
John was positively surprised by Sherlock’s family. Perhaps it was the copious amounts of eggnog and wine that had been passed around, or perhaps it was just the general atmosphere that Christmas brought, but it was all very, very pleasant.
Also, Sherlock’s family was huge! In numbers, that is, not in size, although Sherlock never ceased to bother Mycroft about his weight. There were aunts and uncles, grandparents and cousins. And cousins’ cousins and significant others. And children. Lots and lots of children, all whom - for some reason - seemed very, very fond of his tall, dark haired flat mate.
That was the biggest surprise of them all, he decided as he watched Sherlock’s enthusiastic playing with them, only half-listening to what Sherlock’s cousins’ cousin’s sister-in-law was talking about.
“John?” She asked, waving a hand in front of his eyes.
“Hm?” He smiled guiltily, and turned towards her again, but couldn’t help sneaking glances through the corner of his eye.
She laughed it off. “I just wondered how you two met,” she said, waving a hand in Sherlock’s general direction.
“Oh, ah… A friend introduced us, neither of us could afford a decent apartment on our own, so we decided to live together.”
“That’s nice,” she commented with a knowing smile
“Is it?”
“Mmyes, you seem very fond of him, and he of you…”
John’s brow furrowed, but he huffed out a short laugh. “Perhaps,” he murmured, eyes once again glued to the lanky man, currently teaching his young relatives subtle remarks about Mycrofts weight, whilst his mother was scolding at him, though amused.
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“There is something wrong with these children. They never run out of energy,” Sherlock stated plainly, much to John’s amusement.
“Well, they are related to you, I think that’s explanation enough,” he teased, earning an uncharacteristic, yet playful, nudge by Sherlock’s bony elbow, followed by a slight groan upon the scene in front of them.
The children had found Sherlock’s coat. The long, dark, swishy coat. Turned out it had more than the function of dramatic effect due to said swishy-ness. It was also great for hide and seek.
“Go on, then,” John smiled, persuading his friend to arise and amuse the youngsters.
“Are you sure you don’t mind?” Sherlock wondered. “We’ve barely spoken all evening.”
John waved him off with a smile. “I see you every day Sherlock, I think I’ll survive one evening without you. Besides, I have your entire family to substitute you.” The response was a broad smile, one that was purely for John. And it was gorgeous, it really, really was, and even more so because Sherlock smiling outside the confines of their flat was definitely a rarity.
The seat had barely become empty before another person was seated there, more specifically; Mrs. Holmes herself.
“John, my dear!” she exclaimed happily. “I cannot believe I’ve yet to speak to you; being a hostess during events like these is awfully demanding.”
“But what a lovely party it is,” he praised. He couldn’t help but laugh at the sight before them. The children had given up on playing hide-and-seek and had instead transcended to climbing on him, demanding piggyback-rides from the tall man.
“Thank you, sweetheart, that’s awfully nice of you,” she smiled warmly, laughing along with him as the kids managed to overthrow Sherlock, piling on top of him on the floor. “It was terribly nice of you to come at all, it was merely a hope of mine, but I suppose it’s only natural to celebrate such a joyous holiday with family.”
This caught John off guard, and silenced his chuckles at Sherlock trying, and failing, to get his power back. He stared at her, stammering quietly. “…f-…family?” he inquired weakly. Then he understood what she meant. “What? Oh, no, no, no, me and Sherlock, we’re not-“
“It’s alright, dear, I really don’t mind, if anything I doubt Sherlock could’ve found a better partner if he so searched every inch of the world.” The compliment made John’s cheeks burn bright with something akin to embarrassment, modest as he was.
He coughed and cleared his throat, squirming in his seat. “Th-thank you,” he mumbled quietly, much to Mummy Holmes’ enjoyment.
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“You tricked me,” he stated simply.
“Did I?”
“Yes, you did; you said I couldn’t decline, when clearly I could’ve done.” Despite his words, he couldn’t force any anger into his voice, because he realized that he wasn’t; he’d had a brilliant evening, truth be told, and the Holmes-family was not at all as strange as it seemed upon meeting Sherlock and Mycroft.
Sherlock smiled innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about, John; clearly you’ve had too much to drink. I had better remember this for future reference…”
They stopped outside of the door to 221b, John narrowing his eyes at the detective. “But why? Why did you drag me along?”
“John,” Sherlock deadpanned. “I know you’re not an idiot, think it through.”
And John thought, staring at the mysterious man. “You wanted me there.” He whispered. “You forced me to go because you wanted me there.”
“Good boy,” Sherlock smiled playfully.
“But why?”
Sherlock sighed. “Is it not obvious? I really do think you’ve had too much to drink, John; it’s clouding your perceptiveness.” John frowned at the insult. With another despondent sigh, Sherlock smiled and leaned forward, capturing the confused man’s lips. Pulling away a moment later, he smiled at John’s stunned expression. “Clearly I like you, John, try to keep up.”
“Clearly,” John whispered, before cracking a smile and softly gripping Sherlock’s lapels, pulling him down for another sweet kiss.
Definitely worth missing the traditional Watson-Christmas.
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Now I'll have to post some art for this after all the hub bub c:
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(Also, sorry for keeping you from your preparations)
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And this fic was so very charming.
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