this was the mistletoe kiss thing

Happy holidays from me to all of my lovely followers! 

(I know the mistletoe kiss thing is so overdone but please. I could not resist)

This is also a gift to all of the wonderful friends I’ve made since I joined the ML fandom! Love you all so much and I hope you have a great day <3

Joyeux Noël ! Je vous aime tous !

Just little post-Hogwarts Christmas things
  • Sirius cutting out a picture of himself and putting it on top of the tree in his and James’ apartment bc “I’m a star, Jaime”
  • Literally everyone spikes the punch at some point, probably
  • “Why are you topping the tree, Sirius?”
    “That’s not the only thing I top ;)”
    “I did not need to know that, Black”
  • James and Sirius filling the apartment with enchanted mistletoe and inviting Lily and Remus over
  • “God Rest Ye Merry Hippogriffs” on constant repeat
  • James and Sirius getting trapped under the mistletoe together and Lily and Remus arriving to their respective boyfriends kissing underneath it
  • Sirius snogging Remus in the corner once he convinces him to forgive him for kissing James
  • Peter arriving dressed as Santa Claus
  • Someone may have told him it was a costume party
  • Absolutely ridiculous Secret Santa gifts being exchanged
  • Sirius giving Remus a gift even though he was Lily’s SS because he’s a sap and wanted to give his boyfriend something
  • The sound of laughter and loud conversation 
  • James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, and Lily, alive and young and happy and excited to see what the new year might bring

I’m almost two days past Christmas. Naturally. I tried doing an entire comic the day OF and halfway through i was like ‘i aint finishing this, no way’ so i just took a portion of it to try and crank out real quick. So I guess above is a sneak peak to something that may or may not be coming your way sometime soon. i have so many things left unfinished, its embarrassing 

as for a tiny bit of explanation, this is at a point in my comic where an akuma traps them in this magic circle via a mistletoe sprig unless they kiss, not that you can tell because i omitted the setting/bg so not much context would be needed. also i, like everyone else, enjoys the idea that anyone laying the moves on Chat just stops his brain from working, despite how suave he acts.  i also like marinette/ladybug taking the initiative, though since chat isn’t exactly brainwashed here i think she would keep it to a tame kiss on the forehead. but the face grabby thing she did in dark cupid is still a must for me. i dont think shed be able to help it, especially since chat would definitely be the one to fret over where it wold be appropriate to kiss marinette in this situation lol

Mistletoe

Hi there! Can I request a Newt imagine in which he and the reader are down in his suitcase caring for the creatures and Newt kisses the reader at one point and before things gets too serious Picket or one of the other creatures interrupts? I hope this isn’t too awkward. Thanks!

A/N: this was the cutest imagine! i feel like newt cant be a cinnamon roll all the time( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)i mean the oven does get pretty hot ;)


Originally posted by sweetly87

“Newt, could you be a dear and hand me the mistletoe berries?”

“Ah, of course.”

You, along with Newt, were caring for the mythical beasts harbored in his briefcase. Currently, your attention was occupied by a small niffler. You and Newt had been trying to feed him different foods, keeping him on a strict diet that did not include stealing jewelry. At first, this proved to be a difficult task for Newt, being unable to resist the niffler’s adorable begging puppy eyes. Eventually, he got fed up enough to call you down into the case, which brings you to the present.

Of course, his inability to withstand the niffler’s adorable eyes wasn’t the only reason he had in mind when he called you down. He had been observing the effects of mistletoe berries on different species of beasts, and, quite frankly he believed that they would become an excellent addition to the nifflers’ diet. He had been desperately trying to find a way to swoon you for quite a while now, but he had possessed no luck. Just when he was about to give up, he overheard Queenie talking about how Christmas was coming up, and that she had better get some mistletoe.

“What’s mistletoe?”

“Oh, it’s some no-maj tradition used as a last resort to get girls.”

Even though Queenie made it sound very unappealing, Newt had to think of something to get you. So he insisted she told him, knowing that she could read his mind anyways. After explaining, Queenie told the desperate bachelor where to obtain the festive plant, him not finding it suspicious at all. Once he realized it was a berry, however, Newt realized he could use this for his beasts as well. I mean, it seemed edible enough.

“Hey, Newt?” You asked, pulling him out of his trance.

“A-ah, y-yes,” He stammered.

“What’s that?” You questioned, pointing to where a small insect-like creature was holding up some mistletoe.

He had intended for you two to sit on the other side of his cramped cabin where he had pinned up the mistletoe, but you had already made up your mind on the side closest to the window. Of course, he wasn’t going to complain, after all he loved the way you looked when you gazed out into the landscape. However, he was planning on kissing you, with his excuse being mistletoe. And without that hanging over your heads, well, it kind of meant that he was screwed. If he kissed you, that is, but he had been waiting for months to make a move on you and he wasn’t about to throw his seemingly last opportunity. So with a mutter of words and a flick of his wand, he began what he hoped was ‘fixing’ the problem. 

“A-um, w-well, you see..” He faltered, fidgeting with his hands. He began to sweat as you tilted your head, expecting an answer.

It was now or never.

Gathering up all the courage that he had inside of him, he cupped your cheek with one hand and drew in a shaky breath. He could do this. He leaned forward to connect your lips together. You were definitely surprised at first; you had expected to be the one to make the first move. Soon enough, the shock wore off, and you returned the gentle Hufflepuff’s kiss. As the two  of you kissed, Newt could swear this was the hottest his face had ever been. Newt timidly pulled away, his face bright red.

“M-mistletoe.”

You looked up at the small beast and down back at Newt again, an enormous grin on your face. Biting your lip, you wrapped your arms around Newt’s neck and dove in for another kiss. This time, it was Newt’s turn to be surprised. He wasn’t entirely sure if you had liked him or not, and the mistletoe would have been an acceptable way for you to reject him without making it awkward. He placed his shaky hands on your waist as the kiss became more heated and passionate. As you began to wrap your legs around his waist, your fingers found themselves threaded through his messy locks. Right before one thing came to another, a small noise brought you both back to reality.

The niffler had been there the entire time, and it seemed to be keeping perfectly still. Blushing, you and Newt pulled away from each other, averting your eyes to the ground.

“U-um, Newt?”

“Hm?”

“Where did my necklace go?”

  • bucky: merry christmas stevie, got you something
  • steve: buck we can't afford this, we've talked about this. the rent is due and the heater is out andI got fired last week, remember--
  • bucky: STEVE. SHUT UP.
  • steve: *tiny fists of rage at his side*
  • bucky: as I was saying...that's why I didn't buy you anything
  • steve: but--
  • bucky: *hangs mistletoe over steves head*
  • steve: oh
Christmas time headcanons

I mean, you can never have too many Solangelo Christmas headcanons, right?

  • their first kiss was probably under a mistletoe. i mean let’s face it, they’re both awkward and adorable dorks and can you honestly imagine either of them actually making the first move out of the blue?
  • will sort of starts panicking internally when he sees the mistletoe and tells nico that “we don’t have to, it’s a stupid tradition anyway” but lou ellen has hexed the damn thing and it won’t leave nico alone 
  • so he sort of goes “oh for fuck’s sake” and just grabs will and kisses him
  • and joke’s on lou ellen because after that she has to deal with even more sugary sweet solangelo with kisses included
  • nico is really not a that big on christmas since it’s traditionally a family holiday and he’s lost all his family, but now he has hazel and will (and jason bc brotp man) and he’s really conflicted
  • but will is huge on christmas and red and green fairylights and ugly sweaters and catchy carols, and he can’t sing for shit but won’t shut up
  • nico would spent the holidays holed up in his cabin if he could but will has gotten it through chiron to have a christmas party and nico’s pissed off because “we’re literally children of pagan gods will???”
  • will’s not having any of nico’s shit tho
  • so come christmas day, will puts nico in a red sweater and drags him out to the pavilion for eggnog and christmas cookies and to the camp fire for a christmas carol sing-along
  • nico complains all the time and glares at everything that moves but secretly all he can think of is how will’s smile seems more radiant and how happy he looks when singing stupid jingles
  • and slowly nico kind of starts enjoying christmas
  • but gods forbid if anyone found out
  • (will knows)
  • (he doesn’t say anything)
  • once they’re all grown up and sharing an apartment in the city, nico and will get into this huge argument about christmas decorations
  • because will’s motto is “go big or go home” and nico can’t stand the million lights and flashy ribbons and “oh my gods will is that a life size reindeer???”
  • “it lights up, too!!!”
  • but eventually they compromise and decorate lightly indoors but will can have his way on the fire escape and that one corner in the livingroom
  • and the christmas music almost starts another argument but will quickly agrees to listen to the punk rock playlist nico has put together, because as long as winter wonderland is on the list all’s good
  • “five more minutes will it’s christmas”
  • “nico you don’t even like christmas”
  • “i do when it means i can sleep in shut up and cuddle me”
  • the first time they spend the holidays just the two of them they sort of want to have this big traditional christmas dinner
  • but the thing is that neither of them actually know how to cook, and even though they agree on the easiest recipes they can find and have will’s mom on speed dial, come dinner time and the kitchen is a nightmare and there’s nothing edible anywhere
  • they end up ordering in and making a pact that they’ll learn how to cook by next christmas
  • (they don’t)
  • cuddles on the couch
  • nico wearing will’s sweaters and flapping the sleeves because fuck you that’s why
  • small christmas tree on the coffee table with tiny ornaments that hazel gave them as a house warming gift
  • will going all twelve days of christmas on nico
  • nico secretly loving christmas
  • because christmas really isn’t all that bad when you spend it with will, right?
Holiday Party - One Shot

Masterlist

Summary: A holiday AU in which a very affectionate Bucky asks you a very big question.

Prompt(s):Request from that Xmas Prompt thing. Either all three, a combo of some, or just one. Please and thank you? “person a seducing person b into taking a few steps back/backing them against the wall (”oh look, how did that mistletoe get right there????”)” OR “PULLING YOU IN FOR A KISS WITH A SCARF” OR “i did that annoying thing where i put loads of smaller boxes inside one big box and you’re getting really mad but you don’t know that the ring is in the smallest box and i can’t wait to see your face.“

Warnings: Just one swear word. :) This is nonstop fluff are you kidding???

Word Count: 1497

Author’s Note: Fluff! @creideamhgradochas, Why do you send me proposal requests when I am an angst monster?? I love you but my teeth are falling out from the amount of floof here. Ok. Here you go, love. I’m trying trying trying to at least get the holiday requests out before Christmas XD We’ll see.


Originally posted by thejourney-so-far

Most people assume that James Buchanan Barnes, military man, ex-assassin, former Winter Soldier, is distant and reserved in a relationship, withholding affection except when you pull it out of him in quiet moments behind closed doors. Nothing could be further from the truth.

Bucky Barnes is an absolute pest. When you first started casually seeing each other it was exciting and fun. You loved how he’d make a show of swooping you into a deep kiss for absolutely no reason, only to return you to your feet bewildered and grinning like an idiot.

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Imagine kissing Jensen under the mistletoe at a SPN Christmas Party.

Characters: Jensen x Briana’s little sister Reader, Jared, Misha, Rob, Rich, Briana

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of angst, language

Word Count: 3.7k (including song lyrics)

Holiday Theme/Challenges: I was given Mistletoe and the above gif for @avasmommy224 Christmas Challenge & Jensen x Reader &  @thing-you-do-with-that-thing Kari’s Christmas Quickie Challenge. I picked Jason Mann’s Baby It’s Cold Outside because it’s just too cute to pass up to be paired with Jensen x Reader as well.

A/N:  This one got WAY out of control. Stick with me and hopefully it will pay off in the end. I don’t think I’ve written a one shot this long before. You guys aren’t used to me being this much of a wordy bitch, hope I don’t bore you to death. 

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For the Sake of a Kiss

“A kiss is a secret which takes the lips for the ear.”

― Edmond Rostand, Cyrano de Bergerac

Spencer sat back at his desk, observing the festivities around him. It was the annual Christmas party at the BAU, and, as tradition, everything was fun in the beginning. Until all the drinking started. Now Garcia was wearing one of those silly hats that held mistletoe over the wearers head, and was kissing everyone in the office. Spencer couldn’t help but chuckle, the spiked eggnogs always sent her over. But watching he couldn’t help but ponder – what is a kiss?

The answer, simple enough, two sets of lips touching. But who even came up with such a thing? Again easy, the earliest recorded accounts of something alluding to a kiss were by the Vedas over three thousand years ago. But…what was it for? What was the point? It seemed to be just another excuse to touch. Something Spencer only reserved for specific people anyways. But why touch there, yes, kissing had far fewer germs than touching of hands, but why would someone just place their mouth on another? It seemed to be the sort of thing people did just to acquire and add up like a score card amongst their peers for the most part. It was intimate to some, and nothing to others. Some would kiss like it their lives depended on it, savoring that one touch from that one person like it was oxygen. For others kissing cheeks, hands, even lips to anyone who greeted them. It was one of the few things on this earth Spencer Reid could not fathom.

He had kissed, and he had been kissed. He had always kissed his mother’s cheek, had been kissed by Lila, and, yes, both of those affections were pleasant in their own way. But he couldn’t understand why. Of course he loved his mother and understood why a kiss farewell would symbolize something. But with Lila, was it the moment, was it because she was attractive, was it because he wanted to be wanted? He wasn’t sure.

“Why are you sitting here by yourself when a party is going on?”

His concentration broke as he looked up at you from his seat. He could feel his cheeks redden as he looked you over; it was odd seeing you out of your work clothes but seeing you decked in an oversized red wool sweater the pattern of white reindeers splattered across as it hit your thighs, tight blacks leggings and white fuzzy boots – it was nice. You were attractive regardless, but seeing you with your hair down instead of in a bun as it waved over your shoulders and the piece de la resistance, some goofy bell antlers Garcia must have snuck on you, he realized how much you shined. He had noticed your personality first; a mixture of Garcia’s bubbly exuberance, Emily’s snarkiness and sarcasm, and JJ’s mothering instincts, it all swirled together into something uniquely you.

“Spencer? You okay?”

He was staring and he shouldn’t be you were his friend, coworker, and all this thought on kissing is messing with his head. Clearing his throat, he sat up straighter.

“I’ve never really been a party person, especially when it comes with the drinking. Besides I’m afraid Garcia will attack me.”

They both turned at that, the bubbly blonde was currently placing kisses on Henry and Michael, both boys’ faces covered in the fire engine red lipstick, as she tickled them as they both wriggled in laughter.

“It’s sweet.”

His gaze moved back to you; your arms cross but a warm smile on your face as you watched.

“It is. She’s a good godmother.”

“And you’re a good godfather. Though I don’t know all of what you do in your spare time. You could be a Vito Corleone type of godfather in your off hours.”

He choked back a cough of laughter at that. “I’ve never made anyone sleep with the fishes if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“No, I don’t suppose you would, that seems more like Rossi’s department to me. He’s got too much of that Italian swagger to not have a ring to kiss.”

Kiss?

“I-I was just thinking about that.”

You tilted your head in interest. “Oh? Rossi or – “

“No, kissing, I mean not me kissing or anything. I meant to say I was thinking of kissing because of the season, with mistletoe and everything.”

He knew he was talking fast; you were wearing that smile you always reserved for when he rambled or fumbled with his words.

“I know it originated from like Norse mythology, I think, it might’ve been the Celtics.”

“The Celts hung mistletoe to ward off evil spirits whereas the Norse saw it as a symbol of love and friendship. But it wasn’t until the 18th century when it was used in middle class England to steal kisses.”

“And how many have you stolen tonight?”

“Me?!? No, I haven’t taken any, I don’t know why you think – “

He stilled your hand brushing his shoulder in reassurance.

“I’m only teasing you, Spencer. Come on, let’s get you out of that seat. Maybe you’d dance with me?”

You were asking him to dance? If only you knew he had two left feet.

“I don’t think so; you might like to have your toes by the end of the night.”

You feigned a pout, causing the burn to come back to his face. Adorable, being the first word that entered his mind. “You’re not being fair. Come on, you won’t even have to move your feet, we can just sway.”

Spencer tilted his head, hearing the melody for Jingle Bell Rock playing and he couldn’t help but feel skeptical. But the soft smile and warmness radiating from you eased him. If you were willing enough to look like a dork, why couldn’t he?

“Oh, what are you two doing over here? Especially with no decoration.”

Spencer watched as Garcia approached you from behind, pulling you back to place a big kiss to your cheek, a perfect outline of lips remaining as she pulled away.

“Oh, my God, you’re so lucky this matches my sweater, Pen.”

“Twenty-four shade shield, my dear. Here let’s do swaps.”

Garcia switched your antlers for the Dr. Seuss looking mistletoe. “I know our good doctor here hasn’t had a kiss tonight, and I’m pretty sure he’d prefer to get one from you.”

He knew he was flaming in embarrassment, but seeing you shy up was something he wasn’t used to. The red tinge going from your face down your neck was nearly captivating.

“Well, that’s what we get when we think about kisses, Spencer.”

He knew you were trying to make light of it, take away the awkwardness, but the shade of red remained.

“Would you?”

“Would I what?”

“Since I am wearing this thing…would you, you know, want to kiss me?”

His mouth gaped. Did he? Then again would it mean nothing? A symbol of affection? He watched you looking at him in anticipation, and he wondered what you would feel as well. He wiped his palms across his pants.

“Um, sure.”

He already knew he was taller, he was taller than most people that worked here, but towering over you, and looking into your wide eyes he felt like he had shrunk.

“Do I kiss you or –“

“I think I’m supposed to kiss you since I’ve got the hat.”

“Okay –“

They fidgeted for a few more moments, before he heard you sigh, and with that he was sure you were going to walk away. Realizing the mistake you made. But then you were grasping his shoulder again, gaining balance as you tiptoed up enough to place your mouth on his.

Oh.

There was a clicking inside his mind, like when he would put together links of clues from a case. It made sense. All of it. And when you pulled away he was almost desperate enough to bring you back up again the warmth and breath of you gone and leaving him chilled.

“Could I maybe…borrow that?”

You looked up at him in confusion, so he removed the headband himself, trying to keep any snags from getting in your hair. Placing it on his own head he heard you giggle, and he wanted to know what that sound would do when muffled with his lips. Pulling you up again, he placed them softly on yours, the laughter still not out from you and he could collapse as he felt the vibrations from you on him. It was a sharing, it was affection, it was life altering. He felt your fingers twiddle his hair and he allowed one of his own hands bury itself in your, and with that he had no idea if a moan was better than you laughing but he’d work day and night to find out.

“Way to go pretty boy!”

“Oh, but she forgot to put on lipstick.”

“I don’t think he minds.”

He could hear his friends like outside static around him, but it was as if the world had blurred, you the only image he could clearly see. Pulling back he waited for you to snap at him, tell him how inappropriate that was but you only gave a wisp of a smile.

“Not enough.”

“What?”

“It’s from a book I read. ‘If I kiss you all day, everyday, for the rest of my life, it won’t be enough.’ I think that fits in here.”

He smiled at you. “I’d be willing to find out if you are.”

“Oh, I think we could find a way to arrange that, Spencer.”

Drarry Christmas, Ya Filthy Muggles

Harry: *grabs Draco by the collar of his sweater and kisses him in front of the whole party*

Draco: I-I don’t, uh…. why?

Harry: Well you told me not to talk, so I improvised. 

How many kisses do you think we can get out of this thing *points up to mistletoe* before they know what we’re up to and yell at us to get a room?

Draco: Oh… well. Uh….

I guess we could find out.

Harry: *leans in conspiratorially* 

Happy Christmas, Draco. 

Draco: Happy Christmas, Harry.

Christmas with Dan

Christmas with Dan would include:

Baking cookies with Dan aka a perfect little disaster

“Dan you can’t eat all of the dough already!”

(we have all seen the baking videos) but the cookies always taste delicious in the end

lots of Christmas decoration

(so much that no room in the flat doesn’t look super festive)

getting excited when it snows

(like freaking out and running outside in just pjs)

going window shopping

“are you cold, baby?”

“maybe a bit”

him rubbing warmth into your hands and warming your cold cheeks with kisses

Dan in a beanie

drinking lots of tea and hot chocolates with marshmallows

Dan observing you when he takes you shopping to know what he should get you

visiting your families

“one can never have enough Christmas jumpers”

wrapping lots of presents

(dan really needs your help with that. left handed, remember?)

“oh is that a mistletoe?? I totally didn’t see that. What a convenience!”

“Dan, you are literally holding that thing above our heads. .., okay, fine. Kiss me you dork”

lots of lazy days in bed, just cuddling

(c’mon it’s so cold outside and it’s so warm in bed)

dan in a freaking beanie, again!

getting Phil all kinds of stupid presents

you decorating the lower half of the Christmas tree while he decorates the top half because you can’t reach

“why do you always get to put the star on top?!”

“here, let me lift you up, baby”

lots of cheesy Christmas movies

cooking Christmas dinner with Dan (a little disaster again)

playing games with Dan’s family on Christmas Eve

 waking up on Christmas morning just as excited as when you were ten

singing every Christmas song you know together

him getting you exactly what you wanted (+ self- made coupons for back massages)

“Merry Christmas, baby.”

“Merry Christmas, Dan.”  

A/N: Merry Christmas from me! It really is the most wonderful time of the year. This is a little present 🎁 for you. I hope you like it (it can’t be returned haha) I also hope you have a super lovely day. 🎄💕
Your first Christmas as a married couple (BTS)

Rap Monster: He’d put a bow on you then joke about opening his present while you took it off and placed it on him telling him to unwrap himself because you were busy decorating the tree.

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Jin: He would be helping you decorate the house saying where things should go. You guys would take your time decorating your tree. He would kiss you when you guys finished saying your guys were a good team.

Originally posted by syubbie

Suga: You guys would sing and dance to Christmas songs while you two were decorating the house. He would find the mistletoe and use it to his advantage everytime he wanted a kiss. 

Originally posted by bangtannoonas

J-Hope: He would be really dorky with you he would find mistletoe and hold it between the two of you so you guys would kiss. He smile saying you had to keep the tradition going. He would buy you many gifts and you’d do the same.  

Originally posted by jminies

Jimin: you guys would cuddle watching Christmas movies wearing matching sweaters and everything. You guys would also would buy cheesy yet meaningful gifts for each other because it seemed cute for your first Christmas together as a married couple.

Originally posted by sosjimin

V: He would buy you guys a dog without talking to you about it. He would put a bow on the puppy and everything hoping you would agree to keep it and make it your guy’s child. Saying that it was the best Christmas present ever.

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Jungkook: You guys would bake cookies and decorate them but mainly decorate each other with icing. He would purposely put some on your lips and tell you he would clean it off. He would start leaning in and before he could kiss you, you would lick it off and say no need. Just to tease him.

Originally posted by sugutie

A Game of Mistletoe

Sherlock got bored the day before December and decided to research things to do during the festive month. He found a kissing game that intrigued him.

The rules are simple: hide a mistletoe, and should your partner find it, they have to give you a kiss.

Sherlock smirked and went out of his way to buy his own mistletoe and hung it above the kitchen doorway. When John got home, he asked about it and Sherlock told him about the game. John chuckled and kissed Sherlock.

This went on up until the day of Christmas. He couldn’t find the mistletoe anywhere. It’s not where he last put it, which was on his skull.

He asked Mrs. Hudson if she had seen in, but she had said no.

Rather than being puzzled, Sherlock felt upset. He was looking forward to kissing John. Not that he couldn’t do that anyways, but this game made it more fun.

For the rest of the day, Sherlock sulked around the flat.

When John got home, Sherlock didn’t even move.

“Everything all right, love?”

Sherlock’s frown deepened. “I can’t find the mistletoe anywhere.”

John smirked. “I know.”

Sherlock sat up from his laying position on the couch and looked over at John.

You know?”

John nodded. “Yup.”

“Well, what happened to it?”

“I hid it.”

Well. Game changer.

“Where?”

“Where we first kissed.”

Sherlock grinned. “John Watson, you’re such a romantic, it’s rather sickening.”

John laughed. “Whatever, you love me for it.”

“Indeed, I do. Now, come John! I have a kiss waiting for me!”

John shook his head and followed Sherlock out the door and into the cold.

They hailed a taxi and gave their desired destination. When the taxi stopped, it was in front of Green Park.

The ground was covered in snow, as were the trees, and hanging from one particular tree was his mistletoe.

Sherlock walked over and stood underneath it before turning to face John as he joined him.

He couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face, nor could he help his beating heart, for it beat faster and faster every time he looked at John, unable to believe that he is his.

John stepped closer to Sherlock, a grin of his own plastering his now cold, red face. He looked up at the sky, the trees, the lights - all beautiful. But when he looked back down at Sherlock, he couldn’t dare look away.

“You’re beautiful,” John says, holding out his hand.

Sherlock takes it and his own grin widens. “So are you, you know.”

John kisses the top of Sherlock’s hand before pulling him down for a proper one.

They pull away for air a moment later.

“I love you,” they both breathe at the same time before erupting into soft laughter.

“Come, let’s head back home where it’s warm,” John says as he begins to lead the way. It’s not a long walk, and though it’s cold, it still feels nice.

“Yes, husband,” Sherlock responds, following alongside him, their hands intertwined and rings colliding.


Tags undercut.

I keep seeing more Johnlock artwork come out in the Christmas spirit, so I decided to write up something. c:

There were more I was supposed to tag but I lost my list! So, if you’d like to be tagged, please let me know so I can make another one! xx

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Originally posted by evanpetersisbaeeee

Christmas With James March:

• The Hotel Cortez wouldn’t be filled with Christmas decorations because James isn’t a festive person 

• The only thing James would allow you to put up is a mistletoe so that he has an excuse to kiss you more and more 

• James wouldn’t expect any presents from you 

• James showering you with gifts 

• “Anything for my queen.”

• He would have Miss Evers or Liz wrap your presents because he didn’t have the patience to do so

• Having Christmas dinner with your Hotel Cortez family

• You and James dressing to the nines together