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Of Christmas Morning and Pancakes

Merry Christmas to @dangcommaannie here is your Christmas present for @winterlock-exchange You asked for something fluff and domestic Watolock, so I made you this short fic about them on Christmas morning and pancakes (bcs tbh what’s more fluffy than domestic Watolock and Japanese pancakes?)

I Hope you like this gift, and have a wonderful Christmas and holiday times with your love ones.

PS: sorry for the late post and grammar errors but hey, I’m pretty sure it’s still Christmas somewhere on the other side of the world.

Of Christmas Morning and Pancakes.

It was the usual morning at 221b household, Wato is busy making breakfast for herself, although it’s not your typically normal portion of one person breakfast. It’s more like 1,5 portion breakfast, a new portion that she start to make after one day Sherlock start to pick a big chunk of tamagoyaki from her plate with her chopsticks. Munching on it while complained that it was supposed to be sweet instead of salty. Wato defending her salty tamagoyaki after she turned back into her sense from her initial shock of Sherlock just eat her breakfast for the first time. Both of them then keep on bantering which tamagoyaki is the best until Kento came and bring Sherlock another case for her to solve.

After that day, everytime Wato makes tamagoyaki she always make two types of tamagoyaki, a sweet one for Sherlock and a salty one for her.

***

While Wato was busy making breakfast, Sherlock played her favorite pieces on her cello. After she finished playing her pieces, she started to play Moon River, Wato’s favorite after they had Hepburn’s movies marathon. Sherlock loves it when they had movies marathon at late night. She found it adorable that Wato keept on asking about the storyline and the cast only to fall asleep halfway of the movie.

Not that Sherlock mind it at all, as she liked to have Wato fell asleep on her shoulder. She would drape a fluffy blanket over her and continued to watch the movie. As the morning came, Mrs. Hatano found both of them sleeping on top of each other on the couch while cuddling under the fluffy blanket.

***

It was the usual morning at 221b household, only it was Christmas morning. Wato makes a special breakfast for Sherlock. A pile of pancakes with various types of toppings from maple syrup to chocolate sauce that Sherlock loves the best. And of course not to forget Sherlock’s favorite black coffee and a cup of tea for Wato.

Sherlock looked at the breakfast confusedly but pick her fork anyway. While Wato keeps on smiling it kinda scared Sherlock.

“What’s the special occasion?” Sherlock asked, as she put a pile of pancakes on her plate.

“It’s Christmas Sherlock, don’t tell me you forgot what date today is.” Wato looked at Sherlock incredulously while pouring some maple syrup on her pancakes.

“Of course I know it’s Christmas, but did you forget that I don’t celebrate it, like what’s the point of celebrating this mankind celebration of capitalism of buying the same tree and ornaments every year to have it stored in the basement with other trees from the years before?” Sherlock said as she munching on her thick layered chocolate sauce pancakes.

“Oh God, can you stop being so annoying for one day, it’s Christmas why can we celebrate it just like any other people.” Wato said in between munching her own pancakes.

“Why would I be like other people who wasted their money and time with this ridiculous celebration?” Sherlock asked as she finished her pancakes and start to looking for another pancakes.

“THAT’S IT!! NO MORE PANCAKES FOR CHRISTMAS HATERS LIKE YOU!!!” Wato yelled as she took away the plates of pancakes from the table just as Sherlock wanted to get another pile of it.

“YOU CAN’T BE SERIOUS!!!” Sherlock stood up from her seat

“I AM DEAD SERIOUS!!! ENJOY YOUR HATE ON CHRISTMAS WHILE I HAD THIS FOR MYSELF!!!” Wato also stood up from her seat as she walks away from their seats with pancakes on her hands.

“FINE YOU EAT THAT YOURSELF. IT’S NOT LIKE I ASKED FOR BREAKFAST FROM YOU AT THE FIRST PLACE!!!” Sherlock yelled, she crossed her hands over her chest.

“SAID SOMEONE WHO JUST EAT FOUR PANCAKES WITH EXTRA CHOCOLATE SAUCE AND READY TO HAVE MORE OF IT!!!”

“YOU KNOW I LOVES PANCAKES, OF COURSE I’M GONNA EAT IT!!!”

“WELL SAY GOODBYE TO YOUR BELOVED PANCAKES, I’M GONNA EAT IT ALL AND, YOU WON’T HAD ANOTHER BITE OF IT!!!” Wato yelled as she stormed off the room with pancakes in hands and slamming the door.

“FINE DO WHATEVER YOU LIKE, I’LL FIND THE BEST PANCAKES IN TOKYO AND NOT THE BURNED ONES LIKE YOURS!!!” Sherlock yelled as she also stormed off the room stomping her feets as she wears her coat furiously.

As Sherlock close the gates she can hears Wato yelled back at her, “IT’S NOT BURNED, IT’S PERFECTLY COOKED!!!”

***

Later that night, Sherlock is back at home after searching for the best pancakes all around Tokyo, she came home empty handed as she can’t find the same pancakes that Wato made. The ones with slightly burned side but still perfectly soft and fluffy inside, and the sweet and bitter chocolate sauce that went perfectly with the pancakes.

Sherlock went inside her home, only to find that Wato fell asleep on the couch, the TV is playing Breakfast at Tiffany, Wato’s favorite.

Sherlock turned off the TV, and took out her cello, she then played Moon River on her cello. Her way of asking forgiveness from Wato.

Wato woke up from her sleep as she hears familiar sound of cello filled the room. She waited until Sherlock finished the song before said, “So, did you find the best pancakes in Tokyo?”

“I did, but I couldn’t find one that taste just like yours.” Sherlock said as she looks into Wato’s eyes.

“You mean no one taste like my burned pancakes?” Wato asked as she stands right in front off Sherlock.

“It’s not burned, it’s perfectly cooked pancakes.” Sherlock answered as she also stands up from her seat.

They stared into each other eyes, silently apologize to each other for their unnecessary little fight.

Wato broke her gaze and let out a deep sigh, “Since you liked my pancakes so much, I’ll make you another ones then. You can keep on playing Moon River while I make the pancakes.” Wato said as she walks to the kitchen.

As Wato left the room, she can hears Sherlock playing Santa Claus is Coming to Town, (https://youtu.be/HLbSRrh-TD4) Wato humming to herself as she knew that it was Sherlock’s way of asking forgiveness.

And if the pile of pancakes and the chocolate sauce are double by portions, it’s just Wato’s way of showing that she forgave Sherlock.

They ate the pancakes while having another movie marathon of Hepburn’s movies.

***

When Mrs. Hatano came in the morning, she found both of them slept on the couch, with dirty plates on the table.

It was another usual morning at 221b household.

***

[tattoos-n-honey]

Birthday Movie

Hi! I’m so so so sorry I’m late. So many things happened so I’m just ugh.

Anyway, this is wonder wall for @valdavermillion and @bakersttardis for @winterlock-exchange and @sherlocksecretsanta

I have separate ones for each of you, and though it will be late, I will finish them both up for you. But, I hope you guys like Birthday Movie.

*****

The day was slow and filled with experiments on the table and books in the sitting room. Today was supposed to be different though. It was Sherlock’s birthday.

It was the first one since the boys are baker street became an item. And John wanted to celebrate it, damn it.

John said they could do anything that Sherlock wanted that wasn’t a case. Sherlock, after some complaining, admitted there was a movie he wanted to see.

“Alright,” John stated, “pull it up.” He turned and walked into the kitchen to finish up the tea.

Warm in the blanket, the detective flipped to Netflix and selected The Imitation Game. He quickly paused it before it started. The smell of Earl Grey slipped into the air as John entered the sitting room once more.

After handing Sherlock his cup, he sat on the couch with a nod. John sipped his tea as the screen lit up. Sherlock quietly cuddled into the doctor’s arms

The main character, Alan Turing, appeared a few minutes later. “That bloke is pretty attractive,” John whispered. Sherlock’s hair proofed as his head popped up with a pout.

John let out a little laugh at the sight. “Not as attractive as you, Love,” he said as he kissed his adorably jealous boyfriend, “no one is.”

The pair watched the movie happily through out the night. Once it was over, the older man yawned and began to stand up. The younger man, however, didn’t want to move.

“Mm, John, don’t move,” Sherlock whined. Another laugh echoed from John.

“I’m tired, Sherlock, we have to go to bed,” John told him. A groan came from the ball of blanket and curls. “Come on, up you get, birthday boy.”

After some more convincing and promises of kisses in bed, the couple finally disappeared into their room.

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Springlock is go.

[belidoodles]

My winterlock exchange for goldenheartedrose.

sorry for the delay dear, I hope you like it.

[nosetothewind94]

This is for Lor (previously bennydictsgloriousass) for the Winterlock Exchange. Their request was: "I'd love art or a graphic, but I'm okay with a fic too. Either one is good!"  

I can't find her, because the URL I was given does not work anymore, and I have no way to contact her, so if anyone knows what her new URL is, could you please drop me a message, or pass this link on to her? Thank you.

Edit: Mystery solved, her new URL is benedictsgloriousbum.

And Lor, if you see this, I am so so sorry for this being late I was swamped by my exams. I owe you a thousand aplogies. I hope you like it.

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Darlings, if you change your URL, there is no way for us to find you and deliver your gifts! Please let us know your new URL.

[justgot1]

I am only ONE DAY LATE with my Winterlock Exchange gift!  Woot!  ::High fives all around::

For the ever-talented cypress-tree, here is a ficlet with an accompanying art (artlet?).  Enjoy!

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We're All Mad Here

“One pill makes you larger, and one pill makes you small,” said the cat, appearing smile-first over the nightstand.

John snorted.  “No, it doesn’t.  Anyway, that’s Jefferson Airplane.”

The cat’s lithe, black body faded in beneath him, the air coagulating into a solid.  Last to appear above his fanged grin were a pair of jade, almond-shaped eyes. “Nevertheless,” he purred, licking a paw.

John picked up the bottle and rattled the little orange gel caps inside.  They did seem to glow in a slightly disturbing way.  “The label says they’re stool softeners,” he said.  “My stool is just fine, thank you.”

“Labels,” the cat scoffed.

“He’s right, you know.”  A preoccupied-looking rabbit in a paisley waistcoat holding a small black umbrella offered this up from the end of the single bed, ears alert, and glancing around.  “It’s an off-label usage.”

“Why would I want to be either larger or smaller?”

The cat sighed and glanced up and to the right briefly, as if asking for patience from the heavens.  “It’s a metaphor, idiot.”

John put the bottle down and picked up the next, larger one which contained long, golden capsules that stuck together slightly.  He shook them apart.  “And these?”  John read the label – fish oil, 100mg.

“Flight.  Obviously,” drawled the cat.

“Can also induce synesthesia,” put in the rabbit, looking distractedly out the bedsit window.  “If you’re prone to that sort of thing.”

John put those down thoughtfully.  The next was a bubble pack containing little blue oblong pills in pairs.  The box said Nighttime Sleep Aid.  He picked it up and waved it expectantly at the cat.

“Opens the third eye,” the cat responded, bored.

“Of course it does.”

The last was a prescription bottle of dull, plastic capsules.  “Clarithromycin,” he read.

The rabbit was staring at the door.  “Oh,” he said indifferently.  “That’s just an antibiotic.”

“Yes, I do know,” John replied tartly.  “I suspect that will prove to be the most useful one, where I’m going.”  He struggled briefly with the childproof cap, then downed one of the boring, practical little pills.

“Oh!  Are we going, then?”  The rabbit perked up.  He tugged down his waistcoat and checked his pocketwatch.  “Good, because I’m running late.”

Into his cupped palm, John shook out one bright orange pill, and one golden pill, then popped out a pair of the blue ones from the bubble pack.  “Of course I’m going, you think I’m going to stay here?”  He paused to build up a little spit in his mouth and cupped it in his tongue.  Then he tossed back the handful and swallowed them all down.

 “Let’s go, then,” said the cat, his body melting back into nothingness until only his smile was left, hovering over the tissue box.  “I’ll meet you there.”

 John climbed out of his increasingly too-small bed, opened his third eye, and went.

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Okay, Shiny is   t  i  r  e  d. This week has kicked Shiny's butt, big time, so I'm off. If you tag us tonight and it doesn't get reblogged tonight, don't fret. I'll be up and reblogging bright and early in the morning. Of course, if you have any problemas, drop an ask. :)

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