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turanteBecause Gatiss!Mycroft needs more love than mere words can convey.
Well, that's my opinion.
And because I do not know how to stop myself from scrolling through the kinkmeme, NaNoWriMo nothwhitstanding, I wrote a short fic for this prompt. Tired Mycroft falling asleep in 221B, Sherlock tucking him in.
Rating: G oh, there is ONE curse word. so, G+?
Characters : Mycroft, Sherlock, John
Word Count: 477
Title: Korean Elections
Mycroft opened the door to 221B with his own copy of the key – not that Sherlock, John or Mrs. Hudson suspected it – and silently surveyed the empty living room.
He pulled his pocket watch out of his waistcoat and clicked it open. Odd. It was past six and according to his calculations, his brother and the army doctor should have already been back. Maybe they got stuck in the traffic, even if he had done everything possible to prevent another war and not worsen the condition of London traffic more than necessary.
He yawned and put the watch back in the pocket where it belonged, then he put down his umbrella and raincoat on the armrest of the comfy chair that faced the door. He walked once around the room, taking in every odd detail, everything that had changed since the last time he had been there. He picked up a book that his brother had discarded and left on the floor and settled himself on the armchair to wait.
After half a dozen pages he yawned again, he had stayed up all night because of those bloody Korean elections. He sighed, because his internal clock was set on Seoul’s time zone. And it was late for him.
Surely he should start worrying by now that they hadn’t arrived home?
He managed to get to the end of the chapter regarding the way bees communicated, then his eyes felt heavy, and he let the book slip through his fingers to the floor.
The soft thump almost woke him up, but then he shifted in the chair to find a more comfortable position and dozed off.
Half an hour later Sherlock opened the door, followed by John. They were both giggling about something Sherlock had said on their way back, and it took Holmes a couple of seconds to notice his brother, snoring in his chair.
“Someone is in my chair,” he commented, examining his brother from a safe distance.
John giggled because he thought ‘Goldilocks’, but was careful to keep his voice low as not to wake the other man up.
“John, can you fetch me a blanket?” asked Sherlock, stretching out a hand in wait.
The doctor reached behind one of the pillows of the sofa and retrieved an old tartan blanket that Mrs. Hudson had lent them months before, he gave it to Sherlock and watched in silence as the world’s only consulting detective tucked the blanket carefully around his brother.
“Stupid Mycroft,” he mumbled to himself as he undid his brother’s shoes and removed them. “Almost starving himself and not sleeping enough for those stupid Korean elections.” He shook his head and then turned towards John, who had a stupid grin on his face.
“Let’s go and get ourselves some Chinese,” Sherlock proposed, “and let’s get some extra sweet and sour chicken for Mycroft.”
Well, that's my opinion.
And because I do not know how to stop myself from scrolling through the kinkmeme, NaNoWriMo nothwhitstanding, I wrote a short fic for this prompt. Tired Mycroft falling asleep in 221B, Sherlock tucking him in.
Rating: G oh, there is ONE curse word. so, G+?
Characters : Mycroft, Sherlock, John
Word Count: 477
Title: Korean Elections
Mycroft opened the door to 221B with his own copy of the key – not that Sherlock, John or Mrs. Hudson suspected it – and silently surveyed the empty living room.
He pulled his pocket watch out of his waistcoat and clicked it open. Odd. It was past six and according to his calculations, his brother and the army doctor should have already been back. Maybe they got stuck in the traffic, even if he had done everything possible to prevent another war and not worsen the condition of London traffic more than necessary.
He yawned and put the watch back in the pocket where it belonged, then he put down his umbrella and raincoat on the armrest of the comfy chair that faced the door. He walked once around the room, taking in every odd detail, everything that had changed since the last time he had been there. He picked up a book that his brother had discarded and left on the floor and settled himself on the armchair to wait.
After half a dozen pages he yawned again, he had stayed up all night because of those bloody Korean elections. He sighed, because his internal clock was set on Seoul’s time zone. And it was late for him.
Surely he should start worrying by now that they hadn’t arrived home?
He managed to get to the end of the chapter regarding the way bees communicated, then his eyes felt heavy, and he let the book slip through his fingers to the floor.
The soft thump almost woke him up, but then he shifted in the chair to find a more comfortable position and dozed off.
Half an hour later Sherlock opened the door, followed by John. They were both giggling about something Sherlock had said on their way back, and it took Holmes a couple of seconds to notice his brother, snoring in his chair.
“Someone is in my chair,” he commented, examining his brother from a safe distance.
John giggled because he thought ‘Goldilocks’, but was careful to keep his voice low as not to wake the other man up.
“John, can you fetch me a blanket?” asked Sherlock, stretching out a hand in wait.
The doctor reached behind one of the pillows of the sofa and retrieved an old tartan blanket that Mrs. Hudson had lent them months before, he gave it to Sherlock and watched in silence as the world’s only consulting detective tucked the blanket carefully around his brother.
“Stupid Mycroft,” he mumbled to himself as he undid his brother’s shoes and removed them. “Almost starving himself and not sleeping enough for those stupid Korean elections.” He shook his head and then turned towards John, who had a stupid grin on his face.
“Let’s go and get ourselves some Chinese,” Sherlock proposed, “and let’s get some extra sweet and sour chicken for Mycroft.”
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Date: 02/11/2010 22:27 (UTC)Gatiss!Mycroft is just too sweet! ^^
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Date: 02/11/2010 22:39 (UTC)See what you did? (and too much time on the kinkmeme, I reckon)
But yes, he's adorable and Sherlock cannot be rude to his brother when he cannot take offence. (I got him to behave for once, yes!)
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Date: 02/11/2010 23:48 (UTC)Lol! Sherlock loves Mycroft really! And it's cute how you got him to put the blanket on him, shows he cares! ^^
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Date: 02/11/2010 23:56 (UTC)But yeah, I have been flirting with Mycroft fics for the past week. It's either Lestrade/Sherlock or Mycroft/John/Sherlock that my brain favours at this moment.
It's supporting-characters!love time!
I personally think that Sherlock would care too, but usually it's Mycroft to show it because he's the eldest and the responsible one. Anyway, as soon as Mycroft wakes up the peace will be gone. More sibling warfare!
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Date: 03/11/2010 00:40 (UTC)And yay for sibling warfare! See, I can relate to Mycroft because I'm the eldest sibling too. So in a way, it's just our nature to pick on our younger siblings! Lol! ^^
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Date: 03/11/2010 00:42 (UTC)no subject
Date: 03/11/2010 00:55 (UTC)Well, because I cannot put a plausible scenario for Mycroft/Lestrade/Sherlock (or I would fic that too!). Ah, brain, my brain, you provide endless entertainment.
Is it? I'm an only child unfortunately :(
I am studying my fiancé and his brother, though. :D
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Date: 03/11/2010 01:02 (UTC)Mycroft/Lestrade/Sherlock? Hmm I'm sure there's a plausible scenario in that somewhere! Mycroft and Sherlock are arguing and then BAM! In walks Lestrade and the sexiness starts!
Only child, lucky you. I have four younger siblings. Woe is me! T_T
I am studying my fiancé and his brother, though. :D
Hehe yeah that'd be good studying! Sibling rivalry is fun! ^^
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Date: 03/11/2010 01:16 (UTC)Yeah, they argue for hours about politics, tease the other over hair loss (my boyfriend), or geekiness (his brother), steal each other's clothes and so on.
But I bagged myself the older one, and he'll never admit it to his brother's face but he cares a lot. He protected his little brother against bullying when they were little and other adorable things. And his younger brother always said he didn't want him to help.
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Date: 03/11/2010 01:31 (UTC)Yeah as an eldest, it's weird but we have this protectivness over the younger siblings. One of my sisters is 13 months younger than me, people thought we were twins at one point. But you'll never meet two people more different from eachother! ^^ But I'm more of the quiet 'words of wisdom' girl for my siblings which is good I guess. ^^
So when I see Mycroft spying on Sherlock, I just think he's trying to protect him. And I think he is, really. :D
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Date: 03/11/2010 01:43 (UTC)lol, that's my thoughts exactly!
As for my fiancé and his brother they are 15 or 16 months apart and their mother buys them matching things. She... still does.
Ah, and my fiancé calls her by name and his brother calls her Mum.
Darn mini prompts, I get carried away... sorry. But I hope they bring happy thoughts!
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Date: 03/11/2010 02:01 (UTC)Now all I need is an umbrella and to wrok in the goverment!
Oh Mycroft! *swoons* I can't belive I'm swoonng for Mycroft now! ^^;
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Date: 03/11/2010 03:03 (UTC)no subject
Date: 03/11/2010 11:20 (UTC)Well, Lestrade waliking in would make ANY situation better.
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Date: 06/11/2010 05:13 (UTC)no subject
Date: 06/11/2010 10:05 (UTC)