So here's our happy ever after... for now? I can't believe how long this series became in the end, what with the complete lack of basically any plot, conflict or, anything else whatsoever. There's a short bonus scene of New Year's Eve with Sherlock's parents, set between last chapter and this one, which will be sent to people who review to this story. If you don't know what to put in a review, try this: What made you read this story? What was your favourite chapter/moment/element? Why?
Thank you so much to everyone who is reviewing to this story - it really is a very big part of getting inspired for new chapters and rest assured it is very much appreciated. I hope you have enjoyed this tale!
There is a sequel to this story, called "A Johnlock Christmas", which consists of a prequel followed by seven chapters set the next Christmas. Because of popular demand, there is also third installment called "Loving a Genius", taking place yet another year later and finally a Christmas special, set after their wedding. All recognisable content belongs to its respective owners. As ever. Duh.
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John stretched out on the blanket and looked up at the clear blue sky happily. They were out on Mycroft's country estate (well, one of them, anyway) for a few days, living in a small cottage surrounded by roses this time of year, and John thoroughy enjoyed the peace and quiet, even though he suspected Sherlock would eventually get bored enough to crawl out of his own skin. But as of yet, there were no signs of that.
The cottage was small, with only two real rooms, plus a surprisingly luxurious bathroom, and not much of a kitchen. This, however, was not a problem as the main house, located about three miles away, sent them wonderful food trice a day. Today that proved to be thoroughly suitable picnic foods for lunch, and Sherlock (and wasn't that unexpected) had suggested they grab a blanket - they had many wonderful ones to choose from, after all - and eat it out under the fruit trees.
John continued to bask in the sun as Sherlock had made himself in charge of picking the food out of the basket they had gotten it in, setting the little containers out on the blankets. Jon eventually leaned up on his elbow, surveying the food on offer. There was a cold potato salad that looked delicious, as well as am equally tempting dish of seasoned pasta, together with a whole selection of vegetables, cheeses and cool meat, like barbequed and marinated steak as well as different kinds of filet. It all looked delicious, not to mention the different kinds of dessert pies that were even more tempting.
One box stood out though. It was a small, black velvet box that looked like a jewelry container. Puzzeled, John took it up, opening it without noticing how Sherlock suddenly focused all of his attention on his face.
Inside sat a white gold ring set with a large, ice blue stone. It was gorgeous, and a note above it said "Marry me, my love?" John let out a gasp and looked up at Sherlock, who smiled at him, though somewhat insecurely. John's heart leaped in his chest, and he opened his mouth to reply, only to awaken in bed, his heart in his throat.
Still breathing quickly, John looked around in his empty bedroom, then he looked down on his hand, where two white gold rings rested snuggly. As he heard movement in the doorway, he looked up, smiling at the genius, his for always "I dreamt of our orchyard".
Evil cliffhangers are evil. Oh come on, I had to! But I am not really that evil.
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