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Writing Meme

Meme stolen from capt_spork and suzie_shooter (which probably means I should post this twice but I'm not going to...).

The first TEN people to comment get to request that I write a drabble/ficlet on any Sherlock pairing/character of their choosing.*

In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level.**

(1)  suzie_shooter Sherlock/Lestrade    Coffee
(2)  kalypso_v   Harry/Sarah with a side order of horrified!John Water
(3) capt_spork    Sherlock/Lestrade or just Lestrade   Sauce
(4) bedamn   Harry/Clara  Juice
(5)  blooms84    John  Tea
(6) misanthropyray   dark!Sherlock/John  Absinthe
(7) shehasathree Sherlock/John or John+Sherlock  Milk
(8) the_thinktank   John/Lestrade Barack
(9) ginbitch   Lestrade/Maurice  Madeira
(10) stellary Mycroft/Lestrade  Pop


* it has to be Sherlock because I don't write in any other fandom - but yes, you can ask for Lestrade/Maurice, or for characters mentioned but not yet seen (e.g. Harry, Clara).

**except that I am doing the suzie_shooter variation on the meme, in which this is not compulsory.

Comments

fengirl88
Feb. 26th, 2011 11:39 pm (UTC)
one place on the list left and it's yours!

now, what could follow whipped cream and chocolate cake...?
stellary
Feb. 26th, 2011 11:43 pm (UTC)
So excited! The day was going pretty crappy and you have saved it! *snuggles you*
I'll be holding my breath...;P
fengirl88
Feb. 26th, 2011 11:47 pm (UTC)
thank you - but please don't hold your breath! it may take a while - but it will happen, I promise.
stellary
Feb. 27th, 2011 12:10 am (UTC)
Okay *lets out breath*
Take your time!
fengirl88
May. 4th, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
Pop




“This takes me back,” Lestrade says, wiggling his toes in the sand.

Mycroft looks at Lestrade's bare feet and ankles. Tries not to think about the rest of Lestrade naked, though it's a losing battle. Reminds himself that fellatio and fine sand don't mix. And that sex of any kind on the South Bank pop-up beach on a Saturday afternoon would be a very bad idea indeed.

The publicity boasts that it offers 70 metres of urban seaside with 14 artist commissioned beach huts, celebrating the 60th anniversary of the Festival of Britain. Which is all very well if you like that sort of thing, but the end of April has brought a heatwave, so the place is swarming with children whining for ice-cream, theatregoers waiting for Frankenstein at the National, mixed-sex pairs of teenagers exploring each others' tonsils... Mycroft suppresses a groan that's part distaste, part downright envy.

It was John Watson's idea to come here. Mycroft hadn't been keen but Lestrade's eyes had lit up at the word “beach”, and he hadn't been able to refuse. Nor had Sherlock, though he's plainly on the verge of a more than usually spectacular sulk, staring at the book-browsers outside the BFI and refusing to join in the conversation.

“What would be perfect right now,” Lestrade says, “would be a packet of crisps and a bottle of pop.”

“Lovely,” John says. “What kind?”

“Salt and vinegar, of course!” Lestrade sounds shocked.

“No, obviously,” John says. “What kind of pop?”

“Ginger-beer,” Lestrade says, not missing a beat. “You?”

“Fizzy lemonade,” John says, licking his lips.

Lestrade grins. “Might have known you'd be a secret lemonade drinker.”

They start singing some dreadful advertising jingle, probably from their childhood; he wouldn't know. Mycroft tries not to mind that the two of them get on so well, that would be petty and childish and altogether beneath him, but he does sometimes wish –

“What about you, Mycroft?” John asks.

Nice of you to remember my existence - no. Better not say that.

“Cream soda,” Lestrade guesses.

“Tizer,” John says, giggling.

“Can't see Mummy approving of Tizer,” Lestrade says solemnly, and the two of them fall about.

Mycroft tries to look amused, but he knows it's not working, because Lestrade stops laughing.

“Come on, Mycroft, there must have been something you liked to drink when you were a kid,” he says encouragingly.

“Ribena,” Mycroft says. Allowable because of its supposed Vitamin C content.

“Not exactly pop,” Lestrade says, “but it'll do in a pinch.”

fengirl88
May. 4th, 2011 10:09 pm (UTC)
Pop (2/2)
“John likes that revolting orange stuff,” Sherlock bursts out, startling them all.

“Orangina?” Mycroft says, surprised. He has pleasant memories of discovering it on his first visit to France. His tastes have changed since he was eleven, but revolting still seems rather an extreme judgement.

“No, Irn-Bru,” John says, grinning.

“Didn't have that south of the border in my young day,” Lestrade says, shaking his head.

“Nor mine,” John says. “Had a boyfriend in the Army who used to drink it.”

“Made in Scotland from girders, was he?” Lestrade asks.

“Mm,” John says, trying not to look smug and failing.

Sherlock gets up with a flounce, spraying sand over everyone. “I'm going back to the funfair,” he says thunderously.

“I'll give him a few minutes' start,” John says, watching Sherlock's furious progress, “let him work it off a bit.”

He looks at Mycroft and then at Lestrade.

“Or maybe I'll just go now,” he says, suiting the action to the word.

Lestrade puts an arm around Mycroft's shoulders and hugs him briefly. Mycroft moans.

“Tell you what,” Lestrade says, “let's have a drink and then go back to your place. If Sherlock starts playing on the helter-skelter again we could be stuck here for hours.”

It's true that Mycroft is thirsty as well as hot. And bothered.

“Had a brainwave,” Lestrade says, looking very pleased with himself. “Maybe one of these fancy bars could do you some pop.”

“Pop?” Mycroft says, trying not to pull a face.

“I was thinking Kir royal,” Lestrade says. “I know you're keen on that, and now it all makes sense. Fizzy Ribena, near enough. What do you say?”

Oh. Oh, that would be nice. They haven't had Kir royal since that night when –

Mycroft finds that he's blushing. He's also feeling markedly more cheerful all of a sudden.

“Pop sounds a splendid idea,” he says. “Lead on, Detective Inspector.”



Edited at 2011-05-04 11:42 pm (UTC)
stellary
May. 5th, 2011 05:58 am (UTC)
Re: Pop
Beach! After the heatwave that's hit my city today, beach sounds sublime! All four of them there is just adorable. M being jealous of J, ha! Love the interactions between L and J. S doesn't even get a line - oh right, he's sulking XD

Thank you so much for remembering to do this. I totally thought you'd forgotten about it. It's a very pleasant surprise. xxx

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