Mistletoe and Wine (Johnlock)Twasn't the night before Christmas,Mistletoe and Wine (Johnlock) by whisperer96
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And snow didn't fall,
The only thing stirring
Was a man both handsome and tall...
Sherlock didn't see the point in Christmas-themed food, or in fact the concept of eating at all. The fact that John partook in such an activity, or even relished in the joy of such an occasion, confused Sherlock, but it had come to Sherlock's attention how the 'ordinary' human being would like to eat nice foods.
It had also come to Sherlock's attention how he had neither skill or interest when it came to preparing food. However, if it was for John...
He flicked through one of Mrs Hudson's recipe books he'd 'borrowed' from her, sighing distastefully at the selection of foods that flicked through his vision. It almost made him nauseous to see all the different types of food, and he tried to ignore focusing on the images and just on the titles of the dishes as he flicked through the book. However much he tried to focus, though, each Christmas dish looked as sickly as
Bittersweet Eternity (Johnlock oneshot)Sherlock stumbled into 221B half-concious as he collapsed on the sofa, moaning slightly as he winced with pain all over his body. Two teens who he'd managed to annoy (who'd have thought) had managed to beat him up, and he had various patches of rising bruises and small trickles of blood on his face as he shut his eyes, and John ran over and turned Sherlock to face him from facing the sofa cushion.Bittersweet Eternity (Johnlock oneshot) by whisperer96
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"Sherlock, for gods sake, what have you done now?!" John admired Sherlock's head in his hands, but Sherlock pushed him away.
"Kids...hate kids..." Sherlock muttered as he went to roll back into the settee, but John stopped him to admire a particularly sore-looking cut on Sherlock's left eyebrow. Sherlock's feeble attempts to fight John away failed miserably, and he just lay there in a hurting heap of person.
"This will need first aid fast, maybe some butterfly stitches..." John muttered as he rushed off to get the first aid kit, and dug out the antiseptic. With a gentle hand, he held Sherlock