Christmas drabbles!
Here's this year's Christmas card drabbles. I really hope everyone who requested one likes theirs.
For chaneen: "Christmas at 221B Baker Street."
That first Christmas, John learned two things. One: while shopping, he should withdraw more than he plans to spend, depositing the remaining notes only after they’ve exchanged gifts. He still doesn’t know why Sherlock started tracking his bank activity. Two: don’t hide gifts in their home.
On Sherlock’s birthday, John realized he can skip wrapping. One glance at the present’s shape, the sharpness of the paper folds and the ribbon’s knot, and Sherlock knew exactly what was inside, color and all.
This Christmas, John’s done everything to keep his gift secret. And Sherlock will act surprised, despite figuring it out weeks ago.
For poor_choices: "J2, pirates!"
Jensen’s going to keelhaul whoever taught Jared that “bottle of rum” song. Jared’s complaints about pirate life - “Your eyesight’s bad enough, why would you want an eye-patch?”, “I don’t trust parrots. They look shifty to me,” and “Holy crap, cannonballs are expensive!” - are legendary across the Seven Seas. It figures that the only thing he embraces is annoying. He sings it everywhere, even humming it in his sleep.
(Years later, there’s a legend about a ship you hear coming at the last second, of a haunting song that travels across the water as the two captains chase down their target.)
For one_2_3_4: "J2, splitting the holidays"
Jensen’s family gets Thanksgiving Day. No arguing.
“I have to break the wishbone with my brother at halftime. If I’m not there, he’s going to sulk. It’s not pretty, Jared.”
They spend the night driving and the rest of the weekend with the Padelecki clan, decorating their house for Christmas.
“At least we didn’t knock out the entire neighborhood’s power this year.”
Christmas Eve, everyone’s at Jared’s grandmother’s place.
“It’s the one thing she asks for. Just a few more years…”
Christmas Day, back in Dallas.
“Wishbone rematch.”
New Year’s Eve, they’re out cold by 10p.m. The holidays are exhausting.
For fandom_traveler: "Merlin/Arthur - Keeping Warm"
The castle’s drafty. Everyone gets that.
What certain royals don’t seem to understand is that if you’re not in a room with ridiculously thick blankets and woven tapestries on the wall and a fireplace nearby, it can get downright cold. As in “wake up to the sound of your own teeth chattering” cold.
As in “if you want me to keep sneaking into your quarters during the night, sire, you’re not allowed to complain about my freezing feet” cold.
But then again, only Merlin gets how much it’s worth the cold to wake up warm and toasty next to Arthur.
For dahliablue: "I'll take another Metallicar drabble if you have it in you."
At first, she doesn’t understand. She didn’t do anything wrong. Sure, there was some time where she was in pain and pieces, when one of her boys spent long nights putting her back together. But she worked extra hard afterwards to make up for her absence.
Then out of nowhere, she finds herself in a shed, and they’re pulling a tarp over her. It’s not her time yet; she’s nowhere near done. So it hurts. At first.
But later, she remembers her boy’s words: “It’s not fair. She didn’t do anything wrong.” And she knows they’ll be back. She’s not done.
For chaneen: "Christmas at 221B Baker Street."
That first Christmas, John learned two things. One: while shopping, he should withdraw more than he plans to spend, depositing the remaining notes only after they’ve exchanged gifts. He still doesn’t know why Sherlock started tracking his bank activity. Two: don’t hide gifts in their home.
On Sherlock’s birthday, John realized he can skip wrapping. One glance at the present’s shape, the sharpness of the paper folds and the ribbon’s knot, and Sherlock knew exactly what was inside, color and all.
This Christmas, John’s done everything to keep his gift secret. And Sherlock will act surprised, despite figuring it out weeks ago.
For poor_choices: "J2, pirates!"
Jensen’s going to keelhaul whoever taught Jared that “bottle of rum” song. Jared’s complaints about pirate life - “Your eyesight’s bad enough, why would you want an eye-patch?”, “I don’t trust parrots. They look shifty to me,” and “Holy crap, cannonballs are expensive!” - are legendary across the Seven Seas. It figures that the only thing he embraces is annoying. He sings it everywhere, even humming it in his sleep.
(Years later, there’s a legend about a ship you hear coming at the last second, of a haunting song that travels across the water as the two captains chase down their target.)
For one_2_3_4: "J2, splitting the holidays"
Jensen’s family gets Thanksgiving Day. No arguing.
“I have to break the wishbone with my brother at halftime. If I’m not there, he’s going to sulk. It’s not pretty, Jared.”
They spend the night driving and the rest of the weekend with the Padelecki clan, decorating their house for Christmas.
“At least we didn’t knock out the entire neighborhood’s power this year.”
Christmas Eve, everyone’s at Jared’s grandmother’s place.
“It’s the one thing she asks for. Just a few more years…”
Christmas Day, back in Dallas.
“Wishbone rematch.”
New Year’s Eve, they’re out cold by 10p.m. The holidays are exhausting.
For fandom_traveler: "Merlin/Arthur - Keeping Warm"
The castle’s drafty. Everyone gets that.
What certain royals don’t seem to understand is that if you’re not in a room with ridiculously thick blankets and woven tapestries on the wall and a fireplace nearby, it can get downright cold. As in “wake up to the sound of your own teeth chattering” cold.
As in “if you want me to keep sneaking into your quarters during the night, sire, you’re not allowed to complain about my freezing feet” cold.
But then again, only Merlin gets how much it’s worth the cold to wake up warm and toasty next to Arthur.
For dahliablue: "I'll take another Metallicar drabble if you have it in you."
At first, she doesn’t understand. She didn’t do anything wrong. Sure, there was some time where she was in pain and pieces, when one of her boys spent long nights putting her back together. But she worked extra hard afterwards to make up for her absence.
Then out of nowhere, she finds herself in a shed, and they’re pulling a tarp over her. It’s not her time yet; she’s nowhere near done. So it hurts. At first.
But later, she remembers her boy’s words: “It’s not fair. She didn’t do anything wrong.” And she knows they’ll be back. She’s not done.