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swissmargTitle: The Baker Street Nativity Advent Calendar (18/24)
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Prompter: Very loosely based on a prompt from kitmerlot1213 on AO3, who wanted seasonal baking
Rating: R
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: John/Sherlock, Wiggins
Timeline: About 3 weeks after chapter 23, on the first Monday after the winter break for school
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
John considered the honey. It would make a hellish mess. Gladstone, who'd followed him downstairs, looked up hopefully. Maybe olive oil? It had a strong taste and would additionally work as a lubricant. The flavoured stuff they'd bought when they'd decided to try this made him gag. As he took the bottle, he heard the front door open.
"Sherlock?" John had left him fingered open and dripping. He was in no state to go out. Gladstone leapt toward the door, with John trailing after. It was then he considered he should possibly have put something on before coming downstairs.
"Hello." A young, very startled man stood in the hall, Gladstone cavorting at his feet.
John stood there with the honey and oil. "Erm... hello. Who are you?"
He held up Gladstone's lead, which he'd taken from the hook. "Dog walker. You?"
"Ah. Boyfriend."
The man grinned.
"Sherlock?" John called upstairs. "Can you come down? Might want to throw something on." To the man, he said, "I'll ..." and gestured at the kitchen.
"Please."
John retreated, returning a moment later with a strategic tea towel. Sherlock had appeared by now in his dressing gown.
"Oh, Wiggins. I won't be needing you this week after all. Can I text you?"
"No problem." Wiggins backed out the door again, winking broadly. "Have fun 'baking'."
Author:
Prompter: Very loosely based on a prompt from kitmerlot1213 on AO3, who wanted seasonal baking
Rating: R
Word count: Every installment has 221 words (on my computer)
Characters: John/Sherlock, Wiggins
Timeline: About 3 weeks after chapter 23, on the first Monday after the winter break for school
Disclaimer: This is a transformative work inspired by the BBC television series Sherlock, created by Mark Gatiss and Steven Moffat, and the 2009 movie Nativity! from Mirrorball Films.
Summary: This is a series of 221b drabbles set in and around The Baker Street Nativity and will make very little sense without having read that first. These drabbles may also contain spoilers for the main story. They are not posted in any particular order, and will jump around in time. I will try to give you some idea of where each drabble fits within (or before or after) the main story in the 'Timeline' field in the header. This series has not been beta read.
Eighteen: The Dog Walker
John considered the honey. It would make a hellish mess. Gladstone, who'd followed him downstairs, looked up hopefully. Maybe olive oil? It had a strong taste and would additionally work as a lubricant. The flavoured stuff they'd bought when they'd decided to try this made him gag. As he took the bottle, he heard the front door open.
"Sherlock?" John had left him fingered open and dripping. He was in no state to go out. Gladstone leapt toward the door, with John trailing after. It was then he considered he should possibly have put something on before coming downstairs.
"Hello." A young, very startled man stood in the hall, Gladstone cavorting at his feet.
John stood there with the honey and oil. "Erm... hello. Who are you?"
He held up Gladstone's lead, which he'd taken from the hook. "Dog walker. You?"
"Ah. Boyfriend."
The man grinned.
"Sherlock?" John called upstairs. "Can you come down? Might want to throw something on." To the man, he said, "I'll ..." and gestured at the kitchen.
"Please."
John retreated, returning a moment later with a strategic tea towel. Sherlock had appeared by now in his dressing gown.
"Oh, Wiggins. I won't be needing you this week after all. Can I text you?"
"No problem." Wiggins backed out the door again, winking broadly. "Have fun 'baking'."
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