Hey, my lovely beans. It is currently half 12 and tomorrow I have an all day event at the college I'm going to (college is 16-18 in England and is an equivalent to 6th form). So this is rather a lot shorter than my other ones. Anyway, it was inspired by the fact that I literally just dyed my hair and thought it could make a cute story. Ill try to attach a picture of my new hair at the end. I hope you enjoy this short fluff ball:)

Warnings: none, just fluff (the title may be a bit misleading but it's a clever ploy on words so shush (yes I just did I play on words with play on words as I was going to say ploy but also meant pun so there you are. This is what happens when you are non stop busy for 3 weeks and finally have a rest day, your brain goes a bit funny))

Word count: 830. Considerably more after my an but I haven't included that, I really do waffle🤣🤣

"Why are you making me do this again?"
"Because it's fun and I've never done it before. Also, it's pride tomorrow so it's as good a time as any."
"And why did I agree to this?"
"Because you love me."

John rolled his eyes and glared at the pink dye he was holding. He was sat in the living room, having a shouted conversation with Sherlock who was busy in the bathroom.
"It's so not going to suit me!" He groaned, running his fingers through his currently grey hair.
"It so will! Besides, you don't even have to bleach your hair so it will only change you for a month or so until it washes out."
"A month! I thought it was for a few days!' He looked truly horrified at this proposition.
"Relax, a month is no time. In any case, you can always use the hair colour remover sooner if you can't wait that long."

Just then, Sherlock's head appeared around the bathroom door, followed by the rest of him and came to put his arms round his husband's shoulders and kiss his cheek. John gasped as he saw his hair. The once almost jet black curls were now an alarming shade of blond. Sherlock grinned as he took in the shocked look on his partner's face.

"What do you think?"
"Umm, well it's certainly...." John paused and turned around to look at him again, "different?" He finished questioningly.
"Oh don't worry Watson my dear, it's not finished yet, we still have the pink and purple to add. Now are you going to do it with me or not?"
The tired man sighed and licked his lips nervously.
"I suppose. I mean, Rosie will definitely like it and if it makes both you and her happy then I guess it's worth it."
"Wonderful, come on then."

45 minutes later, John looked at the man he had married and laughed, whole heartedly.
"Actually Sherlock, you were right. Pink really does suit you."
"Does it remind you of the first case we worked on together?"
"Oh yes, what was it again? A study in pink! God that was a long time ago."
"So it was my dear, so it was. Right, I think it's high time we got you a mirror." John frowned slightly and nervously pulled at a strand of his own hair, trying to get it into his line of eyesight by crossing his eyes and glaring upwards. He was failing miserably and could only see a very small bit of it as his hair was too short and even that he couldn't see properly as looking at something so close at such a funny angle was making his eyes hurt.

In the end, he had gone for a dark blue all over, with pink on the ends of the longer swoopy bits. Sherlock had opted for a choatic mix of purple and neon pink and each curl was a slightly differing shade as they had not been hugely careful and it was their first time dying hair so the dyes had bled together to create a rather pleasing mottled effect.

Sherlock grabbed a towel and used it to wipe the bathroom mirror so that John could examine their masterpiece carefully. What he saw pleasantly surprised him.
"It's not that bad actually." He admitted.
"See, I told you it would suit you!"
"I guess the great Sherlock Holmes really does know everything."
"Not everything." The detective smiled and wrapped his arms round John's waist, looking admiringly at the reflection of them in the mirror. Their hair really was very cool.
"Oh really, and what, pray tell, do you not know oh great one?" John's voice was mocking but his eyes twinkled with amusement and love.
"I don't know what I would do without you." He said, gently kissing the top of his now brightly coloured hair.
"Aww, you really are a sap. Come on, Rosie will have finished her playdate with Molly and Irene now, let's go and show her how amazing her dads look."

"I'm more than happy to Mr. Watson Holmes. I really did enjoy dying with you today, much better than dying alone." He smiled cheekily at the man in his arms who gave him a little poke and rolled his eyes.
"Did you really just make me dye my hair crazy colours so that you could make that joke? If so, I approve."
"Maybe, but I really did want to try it anyway. Besides, we really do look pretty good, you have to admit."
"Yeah, yeah we do."

John smiled happily and took Sherlock's  hand. They gave themselves one last look in the mirror before heading out to collect their wonderful daughter who was absolutely delighted with her father's incredible new hair.

The end.

Hello again. Or should I say goodbye now? Whatever, greetings my guys, gals and non binary pals:) Here is the picture of me and my pink hair, as promised

And it appears to be sideways, no idea why, oh well🤣🤣 it's not super pink but I need it to wash out for school in two weeks so I'm making do. Anyway, I hope you've all had a wonderful existence today:) lots of love to you all❤🧡💛💚💙💜 and always remember to be kind to yourself and others and treat yourself how you would treat a friend.  I am now going to remove the annoyingly loud ticking cat food timer box from my room as it is driving me up the walls, goodnight:)