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darnedchildSummary: Fandom Christmas in July 2020 drabble: July 10 - prompt "Caroling"
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Let’s thank my husband for reminding me that the Claymation Christmas Special was a thing that existed, and therefore inspired today’s drabble.
Here We Come A-Waffeling
10. Prompt – Caroling
Fandom – Cabin Pressure
Ship – Gen, all character friendships
Title – Here We Come A-Waffeling
“Here we come a waffeling!” Arthur’s singing announced his arrival seconds before he entered the flight deck.
“A-wassailing,” Martin corrected with a roll of his eyes.
“I know we agreed to disagree about the merry gentleman getting dressed—"
“We did not agree to… It’s God rest! God. Rest. Why does this keep happening?”
Martin looked to Douglas, who pressed his lips together and shook his head; declining to add his two cents for once in his life.
“—but I know it’s waffeling,” Arthur explained, “because Mum used to make me waffles every Christmas morning.”
“What?”
“I asked her one Christmas if we could have waffles, you know, like the song.”
Martin nodded to indicate he was following so far, even though he wasn’t.
“And then Dad said something like ‘Stop coddling the idiot boy, Carolyn.’,” Arthur mimicked in his horrible half-Australian accent. “And Mum said, ‘Right. Waffles it is.’ And then we had waffles every Christmas morning until I moved out.”
Douglas coughed, prompting Martin to look at him. That was all it took for Martin to realize that Douglas had heard this story before.
“You know what, Arthur? Now that I think about it, I must have been confused.”
Rating: T
A/N - One of thirty-one prompts for the thirty-one days of July. I plan to fill as many of them as I can with two hundred word drabbles.
Let’s thank my husband for reminding me that the Claymation Christmas Special was a thing that existed, and therefore inspired today’s drabble.
Here We Come A-Waffeling
10. Prompt – Caroling
Fandom – Cabin Pressure
Ship – Gen, all character friendships
Title – Here We Come A-Waffeling
“Here we come a waffeling!” Arthur’s singing announced his arrival seconds before he entered the flight deck.
“A-wassailing,” Martin corrected with a roll of his eyes.
“I know we agreed to disagree about the merry gentleman getting dressed—"
“We did not agree to… It’s God rest! God. Rest. Why does this keep happening?”
Martin looked to Douglas, who pressed his lips together and shook his head; declining to add his two cents for once in his life.
“—but I know it’s waffeling,” Arthur explained, “because Mum used to make me waffles every Christmas morning.”
“What?”
“I asked her one Christmas if we could have waffles, you know, like the song.”
Martin nodded to indicate he was following so far, even though he wasn’t.
“And then Dad said something like ‘Stop coddling the idiot boy, Carolyn.’,” Arthur mimicked in his horrible half-Australian accent. “And Mum said, ‘Right. Waffles it is.’ And then we had waffles every Christmas morning until I moved out.”
Douglas coughed, prompting Martin to look at him. That was all it took for Martin to realize that Douglas had heard this story before.
“You know what, Arthur? Now that I think about it, I must have been confused.”