I am full of madness (or, a fic prompt post)

[ladyblahblah]

Stolen from nix_this, because . . . turnabout is fair play? IDEK. I think just because I'm crazy. XD

The first ten people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet of any pairing/character of their choosing. (Fair warning, though: if you choose a pairing I'm not into myself, your return will likely be shorter. XD) In return,

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[ninjaboots]

LOOKIT ME, REQUESTIN' STUFF OH YEAH I AM ALL OVER THIS.

*ponders*

I am going to cheerfully ignore what you said up there and demand Holmes/Watson from the ORIGINAL STORIES. Further, I am going to be terribly predictable and prompt for h/c after Watson got hurt because Holmes got caught up in a case.

[ninjaboots]

It really is an excellent trope, isn't it? Holmes just asks for it, really.

[ladyblahblah]

YOU ARE BEIN' TEH EVIL!

Okay, not really. XD So long as it's m'boys, I'll write you some original Holmes/Watson, last names and all.

Confidence In the Doing (1/3)

[ladyblahblah]

It was raining steadily by the time we returned to Baker Street, and the cold and wet had set in all the way down to the bone in my bad shoulder. It might not have been so bad if not for that, but as it was my energy and temper had long since reached their natural ends. I certainly wasn't inclined to wait while Holmes paid the cabbie. The moment we stopped I shoved open the door and stalked out into the rain, taking an odd sort of vengeful satisfaction at the burning phantom pain in my leg as I hobbled my way to the front door

Confidence In the Doing (2/3)

[ladyblahblah]

I was still sitting there when Holmes swept back in some time later. He had discarded his jacket and cuffs and rolled his shirtsleeves up to the elbow. I could only stare, uncertain what to make of the tray he carried, arrayed with a all the necessaries for a late-night tea, including the hot mustard I favored and what looked like the remains of Mrs. Hudson's evening roast, or of what appeared to be a nightshirt and one of my dressing gowns draped over one pale forearm. My gaze followed him across the room, as he set the tray on the little table between our chairs, and pressed the nightclothes into my hands

Confidence In the Doing (3/3)

[ladyblahblah]

Again, I gave serious consideration to arguing against this sudden excess of attention. However, Holmes had already begun to apply the salve to my shoulder, long fingers applying exquisite pressure against tense muscles, and my stomach was making its own protests felt. I had finished off most of the bread and beef, and half the jar of mustard with it, by the time Holmes tugged the nightshirt back into place and wiped his hands clean. Already feeling better, I reached for the teapot, but once again Holmes beat me to it.

“Damn it, Holmes!” I ejaculated. “I can pour my own bloody tea! I'm not an invalid!”

“I'm quite aware of that, Watson,” he replied with maddening calm, adding a fair amount of milk to the cup. “However, I . . .”

“You what, Holmes

Re: Confidence In the Doing (3/3)

[ninjaboots]

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.

IT IS SO CUTE. SO SO CUTE.

Poor Holmes, he is feeling all bad because he let his Watson be all run down and feeling like crap! Oh my goodness I love this. LOVE EET.

*cuddles fic madly*

Re: Confidence In the Doing (3/3)

[ladyblahblah]

Heeeeeeee. I AM GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT, BB! ^_^

(Apparently, what is needed to stop Watson from being bitchy and holding up the proceedings: LOTS OF ALCOHOL. This story was based on actual events*. -_-)

(*The story I told just there, not the ficlet. To be clear.)

(Mmmmm, port.)

Re: Confidence In the Doing (3/3)

[ladyblahblah]

Heeeee! Thanks, bb! ^_^ (In fairness, I should tell you that all Watson has in mind just now are some rather epic cuddles. He's not making any promises for the next morning, though. ^_~)