/this is the wip I had posted earlier, I’ve never really made a comic before so this is just a big heap of jumbled stuff!!
See, I’m still drawing hum dee dum
I’ve never been very good at chibis, but I was asked to give it a go and I’m trying :P
Made rebloggable because
Sherlock had an overbite. And a snaggletooth. And he hated both of them.
It was very rare to find photos of Sherlock smiling once his adult teeth had grown in. He’d noticed other people’s smiles and realized his own was less than perfect, how the snaggletooth made him lisp, how he’d sometimes bite his lip without meaning to. How Mycroft’s teeth had managed to grow in perfectly straight, not a gap to be seen or a tooth out of line. Sherlock had managed to get sick for every photo and retake day at school since the fourth grade, dropped his forced smile just before the flash went off for family photos, and avoided any sort of notoriety that would result in him needing his picture taken as a result.
He did not like his smile.
When Mummy had brought up the topic of braces on his sixteenth birthday, he had leapt at the opportunity. He dutifully sat through the x-rays despite how the bits of plastic pinched his mouth and stared in mute disgust at the mold of his teeth that had been cast from the resulting photos. He bore with silent dignity as the brackets were glued on and the wires slowly installed and tightened. He did not wince or grumble or groan, but sat back and let the orthodontist work.
And if for a few days every couple of weeks he couldn’t eat without unbearable pain, that suited him fine; not like he ate much anyway.
Still, though, even with the correction of his jutting canine a year later, a mouth full of metal was just as unappealing as a mouth full of crooked teeth, and it was very rare to see him smile.
Unless you were John Watson.
“And then,” John was dissolved into giggles, stuttering his way through the rest of his tale, hand on Sherlock’s shoulder to support himself as his frame racked with laughter, “Sebastian tripped over his laces, landing right on the basketball. Knocked the wind right out of him!”
Sherlock chuckled alongside, the laughter tugging his lips from his teeth and baring the gleaming silver brackets to the air. It wasn’t for a few moments that he realized John had stopped laughing and was looking at him.
Or more importantly, at his mouth.
Sherlock’s face heated and he closed his lips tight, teeth clenched and hands raised to further hide his braces from sight. Glowering at John accusingly, Sherlock swallowed, trying to force his illogical embarrassment away. Not like at least a dozen other students at school had braces, not like they weren’t accepted by society, not like he cared if people found them unattractive.
But John was smiling, that indulgent “you’re being ridiculous” smile he got when Sherlock was grousing over something only he found tedious or when he asked a question John thought everyone should know the answer to.
“You don’t have to hide them, you know.”
Sherlock didn’t lower his hands, brows knitting up on his forehead and his scowl deepening behind his palm. John reached forward, tugging the offending hands away, but Sherlock kept his mouth firmly shut, lips pressed in a thin, terse line.
Another laugh, and John’s fingers laced their way through Sherlock’s. “I happen to like your smile, Sherlock, braces and all. You don’t have to hide them from me.”
Sherlock stared down at their joined hands for a long moment, and smiled.
CABINLOCK ☼ After failing his CPL for the 5th time, Martin seeks comfort with his half brother. If there’s one person who won’t give up on Martin, it’s Sherlock.