John's daughter- one shots

Christmas at 221 b Baker st.

11 years old

Y/n and John entered the house. The warmth hit their faces, which were freezing from outside. "Hellooo?" She calls. "Oh! Y/n, John. Happy Christmas Eve!" Mrs Hudson came from the kitchen down stairs. "Hi beautiful" she looked at y/n, and proceeded to kiss the guests. "Is there Sherlock?" Asked John as he hugged her. "Yes, he's upstairs if you need him."

The couple arrived at the second floor and took off their coats. The living room was decorated with Christmas lights, adorning the windows. On top of the fireplace, where a crackling fire was burning, there was some mistletoe. In a corner of the room, there was a tiny Christmas tree. John placed the gifts he brought on the table, and called for Sherlock. He popped up from the kitchen with funny safety goggles on "i suppose people say merry Christmas Eve" he said while taking off his science gear.

The kitchen was a mess and John frowned "Sherlock what have you done! You know Greg and molly are coming tonight to celebrate!" He scolded him. "Greg? who is he?"  Y/n laughed: "Lestrade Sherlock, how can you still not remember?". He shrugged. "We have to clean everything before they arrive" said John frustrated.

"And I have to get ready, I brought the dress we bought yesterday" said y/n. "The one you wouldn't show me?" Asked her dad. She grinned: "it's a surprise daddy" She took her bag upstairs and started to get ready.

Now fully dressed, the last touch missed: the hair. She had two bows to tie it in plaids. Y/n opened the bathroom's door and she leaned out on the landing: "DADDYY?" She yelled, trying to reach her dad in the living room. It's how you communicate in the strangely assembled flat, you shout hoping the people on the other floors can here you. "YES?" came a response. "CAN YOU CALL MRS HUDSON FOR ME PLEASE?". "RIGHT AWAY" her dad shouted.

Soon after y/n heard foot steps approaching. "What is it darlin- she stopped looking at her outfit "oh my you are stunning y/n!" She did a little twirl smiling. "So what did you want me to do?" Mrs Hudson asked her. Y/n went to the bathroom and picked up her bows: "could you please put my hair in two plaids as you did last time?" She asked her. "Of course, it will complete your outfit perfectly" Mrs huddle smiled at her

"Done" her hair was neatly up in plaids now. "Thank you so so much!" Y/n thanked her. She excitedly ran down the stairs to show her dad her dress: "dad! I'm ready! Close your eyes and I'm coming down." She told John. After hearing some rustling John responded: "right I'm ready"

y/n entered the living room and told him to open his eyes. Once he did he looked at his beautiful daughter. He smiled with his mouth open "and who is this young lady?" He said jokingly. Y/n giggled as he picked her up. Just then Sherlock passed in their way

"that's not fair, why can she dress nice when we have to wear these annoying and ugly Christmas sweaters?" He said. Y/n sat on her father's armchair "I wore my ugly Christmas sweater all week, I want to dress nice at least for tonight" she glanced at the sweater laying on the table.

Just then the door bell rang. Y/n hopped off the chair's arm and ran down the wooden stairs who made lots of noise under her feet.

She couldn't wait to play the piano accompanied by Sherlock with his violin for them. It would have been a great night