Christmas Comment!fics [2011]
Merry Christmas, everyone!
Last year, I offered comment!fic in a number of fandoms as a Christmas present to all you lovely folk out there. I got some wonderful prompts and really enjoyed myself writing ficlets for them, so I’ve decided to do the same this year. For those of you who don’t know how this works, let’s go over things:
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Last year, I offered comment!fic in a number of fandoms as a Christmas present to all you lovely folk out there. I got some wonderful prompts and really enjoyed myself writing ficlets for them, so I’ve decided to do the same this year. For those of you who don’t know how this works, let’s go over things:
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“I just want to say, Sherlock, I’ve done a lot for you,” John says, “and mostly I’m happy to do it. But this? This, you’ll be paying off for months.”
“You’re not the one wearing tights,” Sherlock retorts. “Shut up.”
John grins and adjusts the padding on his stomach. The suit’s made for someone larger than John, even with the padding, and it hangs off him awkwardly. The hat makes his head itch, and the boots are extremely uncomfortable. Then again, at least he’s got plain black boots instead of the curve-toed creations that Sherlock’s miserably pulling on. The bells on Sherlock’s elf outfit tinkle merrily.
“We look ridiculous,” John says.
“We’ll blend right in,” Sherlock says grimly, and stands up. John takes in the full picture - red tights, green tunic, pointed hat, bells and all - and sinks to the floor, holding his stomach as he cries with laughter.
“John,” Sherlock says disapprovingly. “Do you want to catch this thief or not?”
“I,” John says, and then he looks at Sherlock and starts cackling again.
“I’m returning your Christmas present,” Sherlock tells him, and flounces out.
Sherlock spots their suspect while John is attempting to rescue his fake beard from the fifty-sixth shrieking child (he’s been counting). A reindeer display, a sack of toys, an aisle of yoghurt, a table of soup samples and a shopping centre’s worth of traumatised shoppers later, they have him in custody.
John hands the man (swindler, forger, jewel thief and lately, soup connoisseur) over to Lestrade, who politely does not laugh at John’s somewhat bedraggled Santa suit. John suspects that the only reason Lestrade is managing a straight face is because Sherlock had vanished the moment John had said Lestrade was on the way. Stomping all over his dignity for the sake of a case is one thing, John thinks - letting anyone else he knew catch him at it is clearly quite another.
Sherlock does not know that John has photos. John is rather looking forward to sharing that information with Sherlock. And to what Sherlock will agree to in return for John not posting every last beautiful picture to his blog.
Sherlock’s gone off without John again, but John finds himself still humming happily as he walks home.
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