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Sherlock’s Christmas party was never bad it just seemed like every year she got called away, or something happened, or someone tried to murder one of them.
The usual.
But this year had been nice, calm, a fairly normal Christmas. Ginny stood around, drinking eggnog and half flirting with everyone, just trying to have a bit of fun.
She was standing in the kitchen doorway when Mycroft entered, her cheeks pinked slightly. She hadn’t had many encounters with the elder Holmes but her attraction to him was undeniable she smiled shyly and raised her glass and greeting.
He arched his eyebrow and started walking towards her, his eyes on the doorway above her. She glanced up, flushing as she realized she was standing under the mistletoe.
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Mycroft was taken slightly by surprise as she pulled him in, but he was quick to react; instinctively holding her close until they broke apart.
He matched her grin as she spoke, nodding a little in response. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea right about now,” he replied.
She winked and kissed him again briefly before heading into the kitchen and bringing back two glasses of eggnog, “Cheers.”
He smiled as she came back, taking one of the glasses and nodding once before sipping from it. “Shall we go and sit?” he asked, gesturing towards the currently vacant sofa.
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Sherlock’s Christmas party was never bad it just seemed like every year she got called away, or something happened, or someone tried to murder one of them.
The usual.
But this year had been nice, calm, a fairly normal Christmas. Ginny stood around, drinking eggnog and half flirting with everyone, just trying to have a bit of fun.
She was standing in the kitchen doorway when Mycroft entered, her cheeks pinked slightly. She hadn’t had many encounters with the elder Holmes but her attraction to him was undeniable she smiled shyly and raised her glass and greeting.
He arched his eyebrow and started walking towards her, his eyes on the doorway above her. She glanced up, flushing as she realized she was standing under the mistletoe.
Ginny scoffed at Sherlock, “First of all, you’re a git and bugger off, second of all-” she grabbed Mycroft by the tie and pulled him close, kissing him roughly before pulling back.
By the time they broke apart Sherlock had walked away, a look of disgust as he mumbled about the two of them.
Ginny grinned, “I think I need a little more nog, would you like some?”
Mycroft was taken slightly by surprise as she pulled him in, but he was quick to react; instinctively holding her close until they broke apart.
He matched her grin as she spoke, nodding a little in response. “Yes, I think that would be a good idea right about now,” he replied.
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Send ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe
Sherlock’s Christmas party was never bad it just seemed like every year she got called away, or something happened, or someone tried to murder one of them.
The usual.
But this year had been nice, calm, a fairly normal Christmas. Ginny stood around, drinking eggnog and half flirting with everyone, just trying to have a bit of fun.
She was standing in the kitchen doorway when Mycroft entered, her cheeks pinked slightly. She hadn’t had many encounters with the elder Holmes but her attraction to him was undeniable she smiled shyly and raised her glass and greeting.
He arched his eyebrow and started walking towards her, his eyes on the doorway above her. She glanced up, flushing as she realized she was standing under the mistletoe.
“Would be a shame, what with it being Christmas and all.” She took a sip of her eggnog, hoping her cheeks weren’t too red.
Smiling she leaned up and kissed him, pulling away with an arched eyebrow, “Merry Christmas, Mr. Holmes.”
He smiled at the kiss, though part of him wished it had lasted a bit longer. But that thought didn’t last long, as then she was speaking.
“Please, there’s no need to be so formal. Not at a party. You can call me Mycroft,” he told her, biting back a laugh as he then noticed Sherlock gawking at them.
“...I knew she was attracted to you - odd as that seems - but I never imagined you’d feel anything of the like towards her...” the younger Holmes muttered.
“And why not?” Mycroft asked, as composed as ever despite his nerves. “I happen to think she’s lovely.”
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Send ✵ to catch my muse under the mistletoe
Sherlock’s Christmas party was never bad it just seemed like every year she got called away, or something happened, or someone tried to murder one of them.
The usual.
But this year had been nice, calm, a fairly normal Christmas. Ginny stood around, drinking eggnog and half flirting with everyone, just trying to have a bit of fun.
She was standing in the kitchen doorway when Mycroft entered, her cheeks pinked slightly. She hadn’t had many encounters with the elder Holmes but her attraction to him was undeniable she smiled shyly and raised her glass and greeting.
He arched his eyebrow and started walking towards her, his eyes on the doorway above her. She glanced up, flushing as she realized she was standing under the mistletoe.
Even though it probably wasn’t the case, it always seemed a rarity that he actually made it to any of Sherlock’s Christmas parties. If it wasn’t work, it was Sherlock being stubborn, and if it wasn’t that, it was him just not being in the mood.
This year, though, he had come, and he was rather glad that he had. For while him and Ginevra hadn’t talked very much, he quickly found he had a certain fondness for her. And though he was normally never one for making the first move in any situation like this, he wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.
Once she was standing under the mistletoe, he made his way towards her; outwardly calm as ever as he drew her attention to what was above her.
“Far be it from us to ignore the age old tradition, hm?” he said once he had joined her, bringing his gaze down to her face, smirking ever so slightly at the color her cheeks had turned.
YOU KNOW THE SIGNS ARE BROKEN WHEN THEY SAY:
ARIES: I don't know what to do anymore.
TAURUS: I'm sick of always trying.
GEMINI: I'm never good enough.
CANCER: I'm sorry about everything.
LEO: I hate myself.
VIRGO: I don't even care anymore.
LIBRA: Nothing even matters to me.
SCORPIO: No one understands me.
SAGITTARIUS: I can't take it anymore.
CAPRICORN: I'm tired of everything.
AQUARIUS: Please leave me alone.
PISCES: I'm lost.
‘MILLION DOLLARS, BUT…’ SENTENCE STARTERS.
FEAT. SOME OF GEOFF AND GAVIN’S WOULD YOU RATHER QUESTIONS.
- “A million dollars, but… every time you fart, you need to stop, waft it into your own face, and smell it for like four seconds. No matter what you’re doing.” - “You get a million dollars, right? But every time you cut yourself, all of your blood comes out. Except you don’t die and all the blood you lost regenerates in one second.” - “You get a million dollars. Do whatever you want with it, spend it how you’d like, but… for the rest of your life, every time you sneeze, you teleport somewhere in the world.” - “How about this? You get half a million dollars, but every time [name] jizzes, it ends up in your mom’s stomach.” - “You could have sex with any woman or man that you want to for six months, and then never have sex again for the rest of your life. Or… just have your normal life. And, you know, have sex once a year like you normally do. What would you rather do?” - “What if you were the hottest dude in the world and every chick wanted to bang you, right? But your jizz would smell so bad that they automatically vomited?” - “You get a million dollars, but every time you get dressed, there’s a one in twenty chance that everything you’re wearing will disappear at random.” - “For a million dollars, you give birth to a miniature version of yourself, and it’s like this itty bitty baby of you, and it goes through its full life cycle in two days, and then it dies.” - “How much would I have to pay you to eat human poop?” - “You get a million dollars, but once a month for a year, you have to go out on a nice date with Hitler.” - “Would you wipe someone’s ass for two million dollars?” - “You get a million dollars, but every time you saw someone attractive, you vomit just a little bit.” - “A million dollars, but for one year, everywhere you go, you are pushed in a baby stroller by an incredibly strong, muscular man wearing like a tiny muscle-shower outfit.” - “Not only do you get a million dollars, but you also can go to any movie you want for free. But through the duration of the film, spaghetti is constantly flowing out your mouth.” - “Alright. You get a million dollars, but for the rest of your life, every time you hear the happy birthday song, you have to go over to the place it’s being sung and eat the entire cake.” - “You get a million dollars, but every year on your birthday, the moment you turn whatever age, you get warped back in time and you have to watch your parents conceive you. From a different angle each year.” - “Ten million dollars, your head has a foreskin. Would you take it?” - “You get a million bucks, but for the rest of your life, every time you climax, nothing comes out… until an hour later.” - “What would you rather have, a chicken that barks or a dog that clucks?” - “You get a million dollars, but for the rest of your life, your dick glows all the time. Like, at the level of a 250-watt bulb.”
five-word sentences.
“ please just let me forget. ”
“ c'mon try to guess what. ”
“ just leave me alone already. ”
“ no, i’m not going to. ”
“ you can’t change my mind. ”
“ my mind is made up. ”
“ i’m not gonna let you. ”
“ don’t do that to me. ”
“ think about what you’re doing. ”
“ why aren’t you listening now? ”
“ i want to sleep forever. ”
“ you need to leave now. ”
“ i’ll always have your back. ”
“ now there’s no going back. ”
“ the view really is spectacular. ”
“ i didn’t think you’d care. ”
“ why can’t you trust me? ”
“ don’t even bother with clothes. ”
“ i don’t love you anymore. ”
“ i am a great person. ”
“ you are a tolerable drunk. ”
“ exactly, why are you awake? ”
“ i’m gonna ignore you now. ”
“ how is that not hilarious? ”
“ please just calm down now. ”
“ i was already calm, asshole. ”
“ i can see your underwear. ”
“ i’m afraid you’ll replace me. ”
“ please stop losing your temper. ”
“ you can cry if needed. ”
“ you have to run away. ”
“ i just wanna be yours. ”
“ ashes, we all fall down. ”
“ i’m hoping you’ll understand me. ”
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“I know. But all relationships inevitably progress, and I’m glad ours has taken this course.” Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he then brought a hand up to run through her hair. “You make me happy, you know. Incredibly happy.”
“You make me happy too. And I’m lucky I’m a shapeshifter and not just a bird, can you imagine a crow being in love with a human and no way to communicate it? It happens.”
“That must be pretty harsh,” he murmured. “I don’t even want to think about what we would have missed out on if you couldn’t become human. We got very fortunate, and I’m thankful for that.”
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He smiled as she curled up against him, humming and acknowledging everything she pointed out; making mental notes of all of them. And once he had finished what he had to do, he set his laptop aside and shifted so he could hold her close.
“Alright. I gave us a couple days to pack, and then we have a week long round trip. That ought to be enough time to see everything we want, don’t you think?”
“Yup.” she lay against his chest, listening to his heart, “This is perfect, it’s so strange to think that less than a year ago I was just a bird who listened to you talk in the park.”
“I know. But all relationships inevitably progress, and I’m glad ours has taken this course.” Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, he then brought a hand up to run through her hair. “You make me happy, you know. Incredibly happy.”
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“I love you too,” he called back, smiling as he went off to grab his laptop so he could buy tickets for the two of them. Then he returned to sit on the couch, allowing for Ginny to rejoin him if she wanted to.
She returned with a stack of books and curled up against him, reading and occasionally pointing out certain landmarks and places she wanted to see.
He smiled as she curled up against him, humming and acknowledging everything she pointed out; making mental notes of all of them. And once he had finished what he had to do, he set his laptop aside and shifted so he could hold her close.
“Alright. I gave us a couple days to pack, and then we have a week long round trip. That ought to be enough time to see everything we want, don’t you think?”
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He thought a moment at her question before replying. “Well, if you want to come up with a few ideas of things you want to do or see while we’re there, that would be good. It’ll give us a starting point, at least.”
She jumped up, grabbing the atlas before running off to the bookshelves, “I’ll do that, I love you!” she called, looking through geography and atlas and travel books, pulling them down from the shelves.
“I love you too,” he called back, smiling as he went off to grab his laptop so he could buy tickets for the two of them. Then he returned to sit on the couch, allowing for Ginny to rejoin him if she wanted to.
Who’s the real you? The person who did something awful, or the one who’s horrified by the awful thing you did? Is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?
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“Oh, don’t feel bad. Just think of this particular trip as a gift, and then you can help with the next ones.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing. “Now, there’s a trip to be organized, so I’ll go take care of that.”
“What would you like me to do, love?” she asked, sitting up on the couch and smiling eagerly.
He thought a moment at her question before replying. “Well, if you want to come up with a few ideas of things you want to do or see while we’re there, that would be good. It’ll give us a starting point, at least.”
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He beamed, returning her embrace and holding her close. “I love you too, my dear. And don’t worry; I’ll help you pack. I’ll make sure you have everything you need.” Pulling back a little, he smiled fondly, brushing some of her hair back out of her face. “Just let me organize the trip, and then we can see about actually packing.”
“Mycroft, I’m always going to be amazed by you and by this world.” she murmured, leaning in and kissing him softly when she pulled back she grinned, “I can hardly wait, though I feel bad I can’t contribute much.”
“Oh, don’t feel bad. Just think of this particular trip as a gift, and then you can help with the next ones.” He smiled, pressing a kiss to her forehead before standing. “Now, there’s a trip to be organized, so I’ll go take care of that.”
