I stumbled upon a post with 25 prompts all relating to Christmas and one's OTP. I decided to do so with Johnlock. So please enjoy fluff fluffy fluff fluff drabbles about our favorite Baker Street boys. Now with new complete flavor!

Christmas time with Sherlock and John... Well, it's definitely not normal, but it's still definitely Christmas. And John loves every minute of it. (Sherlock probably does, too.) A Sherlock Christmas Advent!fic

" - you've left a space for him!" Mycroft persists, waving a hand at the empty spot next to his brother. Sherlock furrows his brow and glances furtively to the left, eyeing the empty cushion beside him. "Honestly, brother, I figured you'd not be so blind about this kind of thing, but do I truly have to spell it out for you?"

Sherlock and John spend their fourth Christmas at the cottage. It's become a tradition. John enjoys their usual routine, but Sherlock has something important to say... Just a bit of Christmas fluff. Set in the same 'verse as "Silent Night" and my other previously posted Christmas stories, but can be read on its own.

A Christmas Sherlolly one-shot. Sherlock and Molly have a holiday gift exchange.

A Sheriarty one-shot for the Sherlock secret santa gift exchange. Moriarty kidnaps an American actor, and Sherlock has to find him.

Sherlock's Christmas wish has come true.

Some feelings are impossible to completely purge. Love just so happens to be the one our favorite consulting detective is having a difficulty with.

It's two o'clock in the afternoon, and Doctor John H. Watson is late.

Sherlock is out to catch one of the most interesting lawbreaker ever; a man who breaks into houses every year, and is applauded for it! He must be stopped!

"Would you have sex with me? Only six words, but together, from Sherlock 's tongue, they formed a shocking, life-changing sentence, which John didn't know the right answer to." A one-shot Christmas fic. Nothing explicit.

Todos enfocamos la Navidad de una manera diferente. Algunas veces se sucede exactamente como la imaginamos, y otras, sin embargo, alguien consigue sorprender hasta a quien siempre se jacta de saberlo todo. Pre-slash. Johnlock.

Sherlock wants to be home for Christmas. Written for a prompt on Tumblr.

Snow. A Colour. And a Living Man's Grave. Post-Reichenbach.

It's John and Sherlock's first Christmas together as a couple post-Reichenbach. The holiday and the situation bring up rough memories from John's past, and Sherlock comforts him as best as he can. Rated M for naughty reasons. Johnlock.

This is just a really short one-shot with John and Sherlock. It wasn't originally meant to be a Johnlock fic but I felt it fit well. Please review and enjoy!

Sherlock comes home from a boring case to find that John's brought Christmas to 221B for one of the first years in history.

Christmas is for truces.

For Sherlock's first Christmas after leaving London he is sent to Shanghai, where his brother greets him with a very special gift.

"No. Please stay," John says and reaches out to him. "It's Christmas. A time for forgiveness, for peace and for joy. You're here, you're explained your reasons. I've forgiven you and now it's time for you to forgive yourself."

The world is made of two types of people "receivers" and "suppliers". One cannot survive without the other. What would Sherlock do with this handicap? An AU adaptation of the BBC Sherlock.

Based off of Charles Dickens' A Christmas Carol. Sherlock is visited by three ghosts who show him the error of his ways, and what is to become of him if he does not change and what will happen to the people around him. Merry Christmas everyone!

It's Christmas Eve and a sickly, drunk Sherlock thinks he spies a familiar face.

Sherlock thinks he knows what all of his presents are. John knows otherwise. (And you *know* Sherlock would be the type to guess all his presents, right?) John/Sherlock

"Let me get this straight, John. You want me to have dinner with my brother," Sherlock said. "Voluntarily." "Yes, as your present to me. Come have a polite dinner with Mycroft, and you won't have to buy me anything. Just … do this for me?" Later, John would cringe remembering the note of pleading in his voice.