Um. Well. Ah. This is going to be unashamedly fluffy - overly fluffy - crazily fluffy, so turn back now if that's a problem for you. I figure if I'm the only one writing Mycroft/Lestrade (which, to the best of my knowledge, I am at this point, though I would LOVE WHOEVER WROTE SOMETHING ELSE FOR THEM FOREVER ;D), I might as well write the
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Also, I can absolutely understand what he means about them being children and their teachers and OMW this fic is made of win, I think I love you.
You have completely converted me to the ship now, btw. They now need scenes together, in which they complain about Sherlock, and then make out *nods*
You shouldn't be the only one writing for them! They deserve moar fic! (Though yours is gonna be the yardstick against which all other fic is measured, do you realise this?)
So, give me some prompts and I'll see what I can do. I'm off to camp for a week, but hopefully when I come back they'll have had enough time to percolate and some form of fic will emerge.
In the meantime, MOAR! :P
T x
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Speaking of which, I entirely blame you for the fact that I have 3yr old versions of most of the characters in my head now. If I write fic, I will also blame this on you :P
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Actually ( Brit here) I've not seen a Pre school myself, but here we have an inbetween class called Recption, ( 4 to 5 year olds) That everyone goes to before year one, and after Nusery.
Wouldn't that be the british equvalent to Kindergarden?
To the Author, I love this fic farfarfar too much and I've read it too meany times now and I never stop loveing the pure domestic-y love between Mycroft and Lestrade, keep it up ^^
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(Love how Lestrade says that steadfast!loyal!John's kindergarten teacher probably had problems with him too. And the brief anecdote about Sherlock's kindergarten teacher! *giggles* But what about Mycroft's? *smirks* And Lestrade admitted to his own occasional bouts of troublemaking. Though I'm sure none of them see it as that.)
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Hair stroking is such a kink of mine, oh my God. It's so soothing - just like your fic :] - and comforting and peaceful and it's exactly what a detective inspector needs after a Long And Exhausting Day Of Babysitting Crime Fighting.
The dynamic of the fearsome foursome was utterly spot-on. They all pick and pick at each other, but in the end, they do sort of kind of respect each other a little bit. I really liked that you painted Sally in a semi-sympathetic light. Yeah, she's frustrated and snarky, but she works hard.
Also, before I forget: SHERLOCK. EXPLOSIONS. CAKE. fkjad;glkjd;gdl;kjdfg
I hope we see more Mycroft/Lestrade from you. You write them so well. <3
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...dressed in flannel pajamas, which rather undermined the whole “I am a sinister evil genius” look Mycroft usually had, though he did manage to look surprisingly powerful and enigmatic for someone who was only wearing dark blue pajamas.
Lord, have mercy on my soul. I've just realised that my mate wasn't kidding that I'm 50% Mycroft in a way - your version of him, at least))) First the umbrella, second my usual polite smile of Tall Bank Worker, Who Looks At You With Evil Eyes, then the pretty coincidence with EVEN THE COLOUR of my pajamas...))))))
Another great story for my collection :3 You keep making my days...
I wonder, if you ever write about "the first time" of Mycroft and Lestrade))
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