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Title: Wick-craft
Author: okapi
Pairing: Sherlock/John
Length: 1900 words
Rating: General audiences
Warnings: None
Verse: Sherlock BBC

Author's summary: One Hallowe'en, a tall, dark, handsome warlock walks into John's candle shop, Wax 'N' Lachrymose.

Candle Shop AU. Fluff. Crack. Post-Reichenbach Johnlock reunion.

Reccer's comments: This is, guaranteed, the least angsty Post-Reichenbach fic you'll ever read. Lighthearted, cracky, and Halloween themed, this short ficlet is a delight from beginning to end.

John is a witch doctor who runs a candle shop. Anyone who has worked retail will relate to his harried interactions with his customers, some more polite than others. Then a tall, handsome stranger saunters into the shop, and John forgets about everything else. Because there's something about this stranger -- or is he really a "stranger" at all?

John wished he could remember a spell, well, any spell, but especially one that would clear the shop so that he could have just one moment alone with the warlock, he of the soft, dark curls and the quicksilver eyes and the cut-glass cheekbones and that amazing coat, he who was currently waltzing slowly and gracefully around the shop, eyeing this, examining that, and smelling the other and, at least twice, casting a glance of undisguised curiosity John’s way.

The warlock reminded John of a bee in a garden, flitting from blossom to blossom in search of the most ambrosial nectar. Or maybe he was a flame to John’s moth.

Oh, sod the metaphors. You only live seven times.