[fic] endless repeating earworm

[apiphile]

Title: Our mother made us into swimmers
Fandom: Sherlock (BBC)
Words: 4,890
Pairing: Uh. Dunno. Make your own guesses.
Disclaimer: Property of the BBC/ACD, I am just obsessing over Mycroft.
Notes: Hopefully the last in the whole Mycroft series. Title from “Ways to Love” by Jason Webley.

Comments

[swear_jar]

I love Sherlock's "oh he's still angry then" text about John's limping, it is perfeeect.

"Oh and you just do what he tells you all the time, I suppose?" John spluttered, cradling his left hand with his right. "When have you ever done what he wanted you to?"

More often than I've done what I wanted to, Mycroft thought huffily, but he said nothing.

MYCROOOOFT

I don't really know how to adequately explain how torn I am between this is quite attractive and jesus christ boys you are so fucked up no D:. SO BOTH OF THOSE.

Also no one will ever write Mycroft POV I enjoy. I mean, not that that was likely to happen anyway, but you have definitely cornered the Mycroft market, I consider basically all this canon backstory now. YEP.

[apiphile]

Hah I didn't even get "attractive" while writing it, this is all just PHENOMENALLY UNCOMFORTABLE.

I consider basically all this canon backstory now.

VICTORY

[swear_jar]

NOPE. BOTH. [/bad person].

ALL YOUR MYCROFT THOUGHTS ARE IN MY BRAIN NOW. Holmesception.

[apiphile]

DISGUSTING. DISGUSTING. THERE IS NOTHING HOT ABOUT THIS.

[pospreterito]

LIES

LIES

SEVERAL LIES