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1- John’s got his and Sherlock’s tea on the table by the time he hears the water shut off in the loo – Sherlock’s ‘morning-or-whenever-the-hell-he-gets-up-after-an-actual-bout-of-sleep’ ablutions are fairly predictable – and puts down two plates of buttered toast, jam added to his own and cinnamon-infused honey for Sherlock, which he’d mentioned liking a few weeks ago. Satisfied that Sherlock would likely drink and eat without a fuss after a three-day whirl of a case and sleeping ten hours.(tbc)
Wheeee~! I got a lovely gift from Aenonnymoose! o/ Thank you~!
Ring [askfic]
The ring was a simple brass band, no embellishments, fairly thin metal; not shoddy, but not particularly high quality, either. He assumed there was something more to it with the formality in which John has given it to him; looked up with questioning eyes and waited, rather than say anything possibly damaging to the ‘moment’. Sentiment, he was sure, though he wasn’t entirely certain if that thought is attached to the ring or the reserve on his part.
“I know you don’t need gestures or ceremonies or anything, but… I wanted to give you something-” John’s hand raised absently to rub the back of his neck in a furtively embarrassed gesture; definitely sentiment then. “-I mean, I guess you always had it, really. In a way, I gave this to you a long time ago; it’s always been yours, but…” He seemed to realize he was rambling and stopped with a halfhearted, “yeah.”
Sherlock considered this – the delivery, the import John had attached to it, and contemplated the metal resting in his hand, again. Obviously specially made, but not a particularly high grade of metal – why would someone—
Something in the way John said it finally clicked and he looked up; much sharper question on his face this time. John seemed to understand without words – and this, this was one of the reasons they worked so well together, one of the proofs of their enduring partnership – nodded, and said, “Yeah… its, from that first night. The casing. Don’t know why I kept it, really – not very smart, but….” John sighed very softly, refocused. “It’s not pretty, I know, but that’s not something I thought you’d care about in the end.” He shrugged almost apologetically, and as the realization hit, Sherlock very nearly wanted to shake him for the attempt to disparage it, to diminish it.
John was right – he didn’t need gestures or the trappings of a ‘normal’ relationship – but this… this meant something. Their relationship had never been normal, and this was something he could understand, a tangible evidence of a value held; the very first show of devotion and their first case in one.
Sherlock let his hand close over the metal again, feeling the weight of it; heavier now that he understood its origin, it’s meaning. There were things he could say at a time like this; things he probably should say, but he was – for once – at a loss. John would understand. He always did.
Instead, Sherlock met his eyes with a certain solemnity.
“I believe there are expectations in situations like this?” he asked, holding his hand out to offer back the ring. John blinked up. “It’s not really-“, stopped, then smiled. “Yeah”, he said instead; accepted the small piece of metal as if it weighed nothing and everything at once – slid it onto Sherlock’s ring finger.
It fit them perfectly.
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You know exactly what sparked this. Not, sadly, as strong a vibe as its inspiring chat, but maybe we can fix that later…
Lady-Karasu 😀
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Random’s response: I ADORE THIS WITH THE POWER OF A THOUSAND FANGIRLS SQUEEFLAILING! *DOES!* Thank you for this! Yes, I know exactly what sparked it and you made that spark into a f’ing awesome ficlet! *gleeface* ❤ YOU ROCK LIKE TECTONIC PLATES IN A 10.5!
I’m glad you liked it, sweetie. ^_^ Now lets see if I can finish that other one…
(no, no, don’t get excited, it’s much much shorter. <3) I’m just going to… you know, sit over here and blush now…
4- Still, and all, everything turned out just fine and there was hardly any property damage to speak of. Nanny Ogg tried not to be too hurt when she was quite firmly told she would not be asked to make the cakes for the double wedding. Instead, she sent a gift to both couples, two darling, fluffy little kittens. She made the cards out with Greebo’s name, too, since he was the father. END! (This is your fault Lady-Karasu, for planting this idea in my head! You must take full credit/blame!)
Whaaaaaat…. *Innocent look* Because I sent you a teaser on what I was writing? 😀
OH Random, I love you so much; thank you for amazing Askfic of amazingness. And what makes it 400 times better is, I know for a fact that you didn’t see my earlier post before writing this. Sometimes it’s like we’re sharing a brain. This should probably frighten people. XD
3- However, the blond was hers – second cousin’s nephew, thrice removed on her sister’s side – and sensible as well as experienced. He recognised the symptoms, despite being a tad incapacitated, and pried himself loose long enough to warn the brother, if belatedly, to lock themselves away for a couple of days to be safe. Then, nothing left to do but let Nature take its course. If Nanny Ogg’s cakes were legendary, her brews were twice as famous; it was nearly a week before the fumes died down.
I kind of love that this has become a thing, too. Actually both things. *laughs* Good to see John’s still got his head on straight under the influence. Well, I say straight…
2- She never expected that the tall one – some third or fourth cousin of Granny’s, or so Nanny Ogg did her best to recall, what with all the twice-removeds, steps, and halfs in the middle – would send his elder brother a fat slice to taunt him. Nor did she find out till later that said brother shared his slice with that charming silver-haired constable, or whatever rank he held (who kept up with fiddly details on that side anyway?). Just another twist of Fate, or one of that lot, being clever.
Oh, I see what you did there.. *giggles* I love this askfic so much….. (*makes grabby hands for more*)
1- It was probably Greebo’s fault, but Nanny Ogg wouldn’t blame her one-eyed darling (she was the only person in the universe who still saw a sweet fluffy kitten rather than an auxiliary member of the apocalypse club sans horse), so she told herself that an errant breeze had tipped the remainder of her bottle of Passion’s Philtre into the cake mix. Trouble was, Nanny didn’t notice the ‘scene of the crime’ till after the cake had been delivered. Good thing those two lads were fond of each other.
Oh god, this is a thing now, isn’t it? We’ve made this a thing… (Actually, I find I’m completely okay with that, if one were to judge by the grin I can’t quite drop :D) But, Random- Random, you wrote for my crossover! Let me love you~! *HUGS*
*For the unfamiliar – which I would assume to be nearly everyone – this askfic is directly related to this, this and an as yet unposted Discworld crossover that I keep writing teasers for. XD
2. “It’s nearly time, hm?” _ “You want this job done, Jim?” Moran murmured. _ “That’s why I hired you, Sebby,” replied Jim Moriarty as he freed the other two buttons. “You’ve said you can work under adverse conditions.” Clever fingers had Moran’s belt unfastened in another couple of seconds. “Consider this a spot-check.” _ Moran smirked as he sighted afresh and shifted his stance. Those slender fingers parted his zip and slipped into his pants as the target moved slowly toward the optimum spot.
I approve of this direction…. *fans self* ^_^ (Thank you!) *tries to fight urge to make happy grabby hands for more* *Fails* *Makes happy grabby hands for more* 😀
1. Sebastian Moran aligned the cross-hairs with the base of the American senator’s skull, waiting for the right moment. Shifting slightly, readjusting with a tilting movement of his head, he readied himself for that moment of stillness when a caress of the trigger would send a bullet at over 900 metres per second to snuff out his target like flicking a switch. A very messy switch. Soon. Stilling himself accordingly, he felt hands slowly run around his body to undo his topmost suit jacket button.
Yay! Sebfic! XD Good lord I love you woman; getting into the Sebby frame of mind already? ^_^ *hugs this ficlet carefully because it might just try to kill me* Thank you! o/
Lady Karasu 