I can't believe that in three weeks December is upon us! This means, that I will finally be able to share my Christmas fic with you. It is utterly self-indulgent this year - no prompts from anyone but myself. What I wanted to achieve was to capture that magical glory - the expectations - the days leading up to to Christmas entail.
The fic is parent!lock and the essence is Rosie's (magical) advent calendar, interspersed with domesticity, Christmas preparations, family dynamics, past history (not all happy - yes, the Fall) and loads of cocoa.
Hello! My name is Rosie and I am five years old. Actually, my name is Rosamund Watson. But Daddy and Papa call me Rosie. They like it. Papa sometimes says 'Little Watson' or 'Flower', because Rosie sounds a bit like a rose. I like that. Roses are pretty. They also have spikes. I can be spikey too! Like when Peter from kindergarten was mean to me today. He said it is 'freaky' to have two daddies and no mummy. But I told him, "I do have a mummy. But I don't know her because she is dead." And also I told him, "And also, having two daddies is always better than having just one!" Then I hit him.
Now I am in trouble because Papa sits on the other side of the table and looks at me all serious. He says, "I understand you were angry and hurt, when Peter said our family was 'freaky'. But hurting people is never a way to solve your problems. Do you understand?" Papa looks at me with his serious eyes. I look at his curls - they bounce funnily when you put your hands in them. I wish Papa stopped being mad at me, and let me put my hands in his hair again. I look away, I don't wanna look at Papa when he is angry. My eyes start to hurt.
"I am not mad at you, Watson." I listen up again. Papa is not mad? "But I want you to understand that instead of hurting, talking about your thoughts or your problem, is the best way to deal with your feelings. Do you understand that?"
I start to cry, "I understand, Papa."
"Oh, Flower. Come here!" I climb into Papa's lap. "Why are you crying? Do you want to tell me?"
"I am just- just glad, you aren't mad at me. I am sorry I hit Peter!"
"I am not mad at you, Rosie. You just need to learn these things and that's okay. Daddy and I need to learn to talk about our feelings, thoughts and problems, too. Without hurting each other. It took us a while and some help to figure that out, too. Life is a lesson. You never stop learning."
"Like learning to read and write and count in school?"
Papa laughs. "That is important too, but there is much more to learn. About feelings and many other topics."
I think about that for a bit. Then, I nod. "I think I get it, Papa."
"Good. Oh, I wanted to say that I like what you told Peter today, though. You stood up for yourself and your family. That is important and I am proud of you. When you do that it is called 'loyal'. You're just like your father - he is a very loyal man, too."
I think again. I like being like Daddy. He is strong and smart and funny. And he loves Papa and me a lot. I nod, "Alright." Then I hug Papa. I put my hands in his hair and let it bounce. "Can we go pick up Daddy now?"
Papa laughs again. "Not quite yet. Do you wanna go to the park in the meantime?"
I jump up. "YES!" I yell and run as fast as I can to get my backpack and put some snacks inside, because I really don't like being hungry.
When I have it, I run back. But Papa hasn't moved at all! So, I ask, "Why aren't you ready yet? Come on, let's go!"
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the
Organization for Transformative Works
Sherlock Holmes:
Detective, Friend, Father
A series of short Adlock one-shots of Sherlock dealing with being a father, Irene dealing with being a mother, and them dealing that they have to be parents.
These will be really short chapters. Around less than 500 words, probably. I know, very unusual for me. But these are prompts I have gathered from the members of my Adlock discord server. Just wanna write short fics while I'm still writing the Karachi fic I haven't published yet.
Tags: parenthood, parent!lock, parentlock, sherlock dealing with being a father, irene dealing with being a mother, they both are terrified but they do their best, the reason irene kept nero will be revealed, fluff, well a little bit, the first few chapters will be angst, hurt/comfort, it'll be great in the end though, dw sherlock will love nero so much, the reason irene even got pregnant in the first place will be revealed too
aka
I was asleep when the members of my Adlock Discord Server were discussing about Sherlock as a dad. I read their discussion, and one hour later, I finished writing and was posting the first chapter of this fic. It just came to my head. It's their fault 🤣
I told them I'll probably write the next chapter tomorrow but my boyfriend is busy gaming and I was bored so I accidentally wrote the second chapter.
"I vow to always protect you three." makes Sherlock Rosies God-parent. So it is just natural he helps John to raise her eventually. But god forbid, we suggest that.
Yeah, 7 years and I will be forever bitter about the fact that Mofftiss could not be normal about the most normal question.
John holds up the camera and waves a bit awkwardly.
"Hello, everyone! Sorry, it's been a while since my last video," he rubs the back of his neck a bit shyly. "Since Rosie has begun walking, it's been a lot busier around 221 B."
He points the camera at the flat, showing the hodgepodge of baby's toys and Sherlock's books and papers. "Tell me you live with two children without telling me you live with two children."
"I heard that," came the dry, unamused voice of Sherlock. "I put my chemicals on a higher shelf. I'm not a child, I listen."
"Yeah," John walks from the living area and into the kitchen where Sherlock is sitting behind his microscope. "Rosie still listens better than you."
"Give me one example," Sherlock leans away from his microscope and folds his arms expectantly.
"She goes down to bed when it's time for bed, with minimal whining," John begins. "She eats all of her vegetables, she lets me wipe her face when it's-"
"I let you wipe my face!"
"You thrash, Sherlock!"
"...Don't upload the video."
"Sherlock, it's live."
"..."
The live ends suddenly, with Sherlock a blur, rushing towards the camera.
