25 Days of Christmas
Johnlock Edition
Day One
Getting Out / Putting Up Decorations
Mrs. Hudson had been in and out of the flat all day, bustling about with her hands filled with decorations and lights and everything that could be described as "christmas-y". She had managed to convince Sherlock - with John's persuasion included - to allow them to decorate the flat for the holidays this year. He of course had no plans in participating, though he no doubt knew that he would be forced to when it came down to it. And so the older woman was pulling out all of the decorations with John's help while Sherlock stood off to the side with a calm displeasure emanating from him.
John shot him a bemused look as he entered the flat once more with the final box in his arms. "You could have helped, Sherlock," he pointed out idly, though knew that his mentioning it would do nothing in persuading the taller man to help them.
"I agreed to let you put them up John, not help," came the steadfast response as the consulting detective turned and picked up his violin before retreating into his room. Well, their room really as they'd been sharing it for close to three weeks now. The gentle sound of the violin came from within those walls, nearly blotted out by John's chuckling and Mrs. Hudson's amused annoyance.
John turned to Mrs. Hudson with a helpless smile, lifting his shoulders in a shrug before turning to open the first box and start to put things up. Lights were strung about the room and a small christmas village was put up on the mantle of the fireplace with the help of Mrs. Hudson. Neither of them noticed Sherlock's head peaking out of the room briefly before he started to play Christmas music, simple tunes that filtered through from his violin.
John couldn't help his smile at that point, his eyes flickering over to his boyfriend - as Sherlock had intentionally left the door of the room open. Even Sherlock wasn't immune to the holiday spirit, and he found himself humming along to the song as the decorations went up around the flat. Sherlock was contributing in his own way and that's all John could hope for. This christmas season was sure to be a pleasant one, something they needed dreadfully. And he was happy.
Good evening everyone, Raine here. I thought I would join in on the holiday festivities by posting my own version of the 25 days of Christmas with our favorite couple. This is, indeed, my first Sherlock story posted on here, and I realize I'm a bit behind on the schedule but hey, what can you do when you're a college student eh? Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this drabble-y fic as it goes and I'll catch up as fast as I can. Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everyone!
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