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Cover art for Last Chances by @winterdaphne2, created for @fandomtrumpshate 2026.

An excuse to draw my favourite (dancing) duo, Baker Street wallpaper, Art Deco influences, and spend entirely too much time adjusting eyebrows by a just a few pixels. Thank you, @winterdaphne2, for giving me that gorgeous scene to draw.

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LOL here’s another flash fic I wrote during another one of our online retreats we just had. It was so lovely to see everyone again!

The prompts were: eggnog, tinsel, Santa, stocking, toys. The rules were: try to use at least four of these. You have 15 minutes.

I’m not entirely sure what to think of what my brain came up with, but here it is, anyway.

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“Would you like some more eggnog, Mrs Hudson?” John asked cheerfully.

“Ooh, yes, please.”

As John filled her glass, Sherlock picked up his violin and decided to play another ‘Joy to the World’. Because he did feel joyful, loath though he was to admit it.

This was his first Christmas – ever – without any drama. Mrs Hudson was here, with her delicious mince pies, John was here, without any girlfriends; so in short, everything was rather wonderful. Also, the eggnog was pleasantly numbing his senses.

Suddenly, John was by his side, doing something to his antlers he hadn’t seen coming. He really had his defences down, it appeared. He was rather alarmed that he was not more alarmed at this. But despite that, he continued playing his violin.

“There, that’s even more festive,” John smiled, rather cheekily, but without making fun of him, Sherlock sensed.

Had John seriously just added tinsel to the fake antlers on his head?

He subtly moved his head left and right and saw something glimmer from the corners of his eyes. He couldn’t help but smile.

Although he had endured all sorts of malicious teasing in the past, John was entirely different in that regard. He genuinely seemed to care about him, and had a sense of humour he could work with. Having him move in with Sherlock had been the best decision of his life, he mused, as he continued to play the joyful tune.

Mrs Hudson had disappeared into the kitchen and was pottering about with something in the oven.

After the last note of the song, Sherlock lowered his arm holding the violin bow, then put both it and the violin back into the case behind him.

As he turned back around to John, John’s face was suddenly coming strangely close to his, and before Sherlock knew what was happening, John had pressed a kiss right on his mouth. Then he quickly retreated again, blushing and looking unsure of what he’d just done. “Mistletoe,” John then said, sheepishly pointing upwards. “I hope that was... okay?”

Sherlock was not sure how to reply. His heart was thundering in his ears. He’d always wanted John to kiss him, rather desperately in fact, but it had been so sudden he’d barely registered what was happening. (Damn the stupid eggnog.) And although his long-time wish had theoretically come true, it didn’t make him feel the way he’d thought it would, because of course it only happened because of the mistletoe, not because John actually wanted to.

Or did it?

“Shit, I probably shouldn’t have done that. I’m sorry, Sherlock.” John looked miserable and ashamed.

“Don’t be,” Sherlock said. They were still standing under the mistletoe, so he decided to take the plunge himself and kissed John.

Just at that moment, commotion could be heard on the stairs and the door flew open to reveal Santa coming in. Sherlock instantly deduced it was in fact George Lestrade with a fake beard.

“Ho ho ho! Here I come bringing joy and toys!”

“Not toys, you silly,” Molly said, next to him. “We’ve only brought eggnog.”

(Apparently, nobody had noticed the life-shifting event that had taken place just before the door had swung open.)

Those ten minutes were the most tense of his life. Sherlock fake-smiled and offered the newly arrived some mince pies and roasted almonds, but his mind was somewhere else completely.

John was either a lot better at this, or he’d completely forgotten what had just happened already, as he went around chatting and pouring eggnog.

Or maybe it hadn’t meant anything at all.

After eight minutes, Sherlock saw John disappear down the hallway to the loo.

He waited two minutes, then followed.

When Sherlock entered the bathroom, John was just drying his hands. He turned to lean one hand on the sink, and stared at Sherlock with a smile he couldn’t quite deduce. “Hello,” John said.

Again by DiscordantWords

Johnlock Love Letters #2379