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Sorry to have to split it up like this guys, but the other one was so big that I was having issues replying. I would be typing for 5 minutes and the text one the screen would still be on the first sentence.It was driving me nuts.)Here’s the link to the majority of the rp (warning: massive post)
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“NOOOOOOOOOO!”
Mycroft actively ignored his little brother and turned to Jawn. “Here, give me that,” he said, reaching for the dirty flannel, “and go wash your hands.”
“Then ge’d a pry’ze?”
“Yes, then you get a prize.”
“MYYYYYYYYYYYYCCCCCCCCCCC!”
Jawn covered his ears with his wet, sudsy hands.
“Wonderful.” So much for ignoring poor behavior. Mycroft’s hands went to his hips and leaned over the big, screechy, weepy puddle that was Sherlock. “That is enough,” he said firmly.
“MYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY–!”
“That. Is. ENOUGH!”
Sherlock froze completely, cutting himself off mid-wail. He lifted his head and stared up at his brother, his eyes wide as saucers.
“Thank you,” Mycroft said, back to his regular tone of voice.
Sherlock continued to stare up his brother and sniffle, his chest hitching. He put a nervous finger to his mouth and began to worry with it, unsure of what was happening next.
“Jawn?”
“Y’ah?”
“Finish washing your hands, please,” Mycroft said, then bent down to help a reluctant Sherlock to his feet; “…then pick a prize and join us.”
Jawn stuck his hands back under the tap for a quick rinse. “Where you goin’?
“To pick out a story for bedtime.”
“Sher’yock turn a’ pick the story?”
“It’s my turn actually.”
“My’coff turn?” Jawn giggled, drying his hands by wiping them on the front of his jams.
“My, My, My, My!” Sherlock cried, wrapping himself around his older brother like a sniveling little barnacle. Mycroft rolled his eyes and scooped the little detective up and headed for the nursery. “Quickly, Jawn.”
“Qui’k y’ike bunny!” Jawn chirped, both hands buried in the prize bucket.
“Precisely,” Mycroft called over his shoulder as he entered the dark nursery. He tried to set Sherlock down on the cot but the baby wailed and clung tighter. “Oh, for heavens sake!” He propped sherlock’s bum against the bed and strained to flip on the bedside lamp.
“My’coff, I pick one!”
“Good boy, come into the nursery.”
“I foun’ a dinosaur to be fren’s wi’f Jeffrey!”Sadie:
“That’s wonderful. Bring them with you.”
Mycroft heard Jawn’s feet thudding through the flat and shook his head…Mrs. Hudson simply had to have ear plugs.
Either that, or she had gone a bit deaf and wasn’t telling anybody.
Jawn bounded into the room and, before Mycroft could say “No!”, took a flying leap onto the cot next to Sherlock.
…The entire floor of this flat was just going to cave in one day; he’d be willing to bet money on it.
“Look’id, Sher’yock!” Jawn babbled excitedly as he showed off his new plastic-moulded friend. “He’s a shar’b tooth!”
Sherlock sniffled around his thumb, and released his grip on his brother’s sleeve.
“A shark tooth?”
“A SHAR’B TOOTH!”
“There’s no need to shout.” Now that his little brother was sufficiently distracted, Mycroft walked over to the bookshelf at the opposite side of the room, and began to look for a book. A particular book.
“Bu’d you didn’t hear me a’firs time!”
“I heard you loud and clear.” Ah, there it was. Mycroft pulled the slim book from the shelf and looked at the cover; ‘The Tale of Peter Rabbit’.
“Bu’d you say a’ wrong thing.”
“I did. Are there dummies stashed in here somewhere?” Mycroft gave Sherlock a meaningful glance before pulling open the night stand drawer.
“Shar’b tooth’s are very good dinosaurs.”
“Yes. Though you didn’t seem to care for the one in the film earlier.”
“This one is nicer than tha’d one.”
Mycroft rooted through the toys and half empty tubes of nappy creme until he came up with two dummies. “You two need to hunt all of these down and put them in a basket someplace safe.”
Sherlock popped his thumb out of his mouth and made grabby hands at the dummies, “Mmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy.”
“They need rinsed. I’ll be right back.”
The second Mycroft stepped toward the bathroom door, Sherlock began to wail.
“For fucks sake!” Mycroft popped one of the dummies in his mouth, giving it a quick suck to remove any lint and popped it into Sherlock’s mouth.Sadie:
Sherlock instantly quieted down and stared up at his brother, eyes wide and teary. His fingers went to the dummy in his mouth, gently patting it as if to make sure it was really there.
“Um, My’coff?”
Mycroft sighed. “I have one for you too, don’t worry.”
Jawn reached back and rubbed the back of his head, mussing up his hair.
“Tha’d, um, tha’d word you say’ed, um, you say’ed a ba’ word.”
Mycroft hesitated and glanced at Jawn out of the corner of his eye. “What word?”
“The word you say’ed.”
Mycroft was perplexed. He genuinely couldn’t remember what he’d said. “What did I say?”
Jawn fiddled with his new dino friend nervously. “Um, you won’d…you won’d yell a’d me?”
Mycroft pinched the bridge of his nose. “I promise, I won’t yell at you.” What could he have possibly said??
“You say’ed, um…” Jawn bit his lip. “Um, you sayed–”
“Sometime tonight, darling.”
“You say’ed, uh, ‘fuck’.”
Mycroft looked down at Jawn.
Jawn looked back up at Mycroft.
“…You’re right. That is a bad word.”
“Fu’g?” Sherlock garbled around his dummy, grinning like the cat who’d swallowed the canary when Jawn hid his face in a blankie to giggle. “Fu’g!”
“That’s enough.”
“Ffffffffuuuuu’g.”
Jawn was hyperventilating into his blanket.
“Am I going to rinse Jawn’s dummy or fetch a bar of soap? Hmmm?” Mycroft said as he headed to the bathroom.
Both little boys cackled as Sherlock whispered “fu’g” after Mycroft’s back.
“Charming.” He ran Jawn’s dummy under the faucet, taking a moment to collect himself. When he walked back into the nursery he found them quiet and wrapped around each other, Jawn sucking on Sherlock’s dummy.Sadie:
Sherlock looked up at his brother as he walked in, and smiled. Mycroft could still see faint traces of his tears in the lamplight. “Myyyyyyyyy,” he cooed, and reached for him.
“…You’re only this cute when you know I’m not happy.”
Fingers that seemed longer than they should in the half-dark started grasping for him. “My?
Mycroft side-eyed his little bother…*ahem*, brother, and finally gave a small sigh before joining the boys at their cot. “I should gather my things and leave you both here in the dark,” he said, albeit half-heartedly, and slipped the clean dummy into Sherlock’s mouth. “With no story,” he added.
“Noooooooooo,” they both chimed in unison, and Jawn sat up; “We’re sor’ree.”
Sherlock patted his brother’s hand. “Th’orree, b’ery th’orree.”
Mycroft knew they were both laying it on, and thickly, because they were both stalling bedtime…but it was awfully cute.
But he wouldn’t tell them that.
“Do you both promise to behave?”
Two heads nodded furiously.
“Alright. Scootch over.”
“S’ootch over!” Sherlock wrapped his arms around Jawn and wiggled them both backwards.
Mycroft sat on the bed, back against the headboard, “alright, hellions. We’re going to read Peter Rabbit.”
“Y’abbit?”
“Yes. I know Sherlock knows the stories, but it will be nice for us to share them with you.”
Jawn cooed in delight and snuggled up to Mycroft’s side, eyes on the story book in his hands, “y’abbit.”
“We can read a differen’ book after?”
“One story tonight. Then it’s time to rest.”
“I can rest and y’isten to stories,” Sherlock yawned, spooning behind Jawn.
“Sass will leave you with no stories.”
“Sssshhhhhhh! Story, p’yease.”Sadie:
Mycroft propped his feet up and held the book open with one hand, using his pinkie to flip to the first page. He then cleared his throat, and began to read; “Once upon a time,” he began, wrapping his free arm around the boys at his side, his fingers curling in Sherlock’s hair. “There were four little rabbits, and their names were–”
“F’yob’sy,” Sherlock mumbled, his eyelids already drooping.
“That’s right, Flopsy. And Mopsy–”
“Mo’bsy.”
“Cottontail.”
“An’ Pe’der.”
“That’s right, Peter was the fourth little rabbit. And they all lived with their mother in a sand bank, underneath the root of a very big fir tree.”
Mycroft paused, and looked down at the boys…
Sherlock was sound asleep, his dummy making little bobbing motions in his mouth, but Jawn was wide awake as ever, and focused on the picture of Mother rabbit dressing her little one’s up for the day.
“…Where’s Da’yee y’abbit?”
“Hm?”
Jawn looked up at Mycroft; “Where’s the Da’yee?”
“That’s…in another story.”
“Oh. We can read it nex’ time?”
“If you like this one than we can certainly read the rest of the series.”
“Okay! Wha’d the y’abbits do nex’?”
Mycroft read the story slowly, hoping that his tone would lull the little doctor to sleep. But Jawn stayed wide eyed and alert through the whole thing, gripping Mycroft’s waistcoat in fear when Peter was almost captured and quietly (after being reminded that Sherlock was sleeping) cheering when Peter escaped back through the fence and made it home.
“Is McG’eg’ry related to G’eg?”
“I don’t think so.”
Jawn made a face as he thought about that, “G’eg’s garden is at your house?”
“Yes.”
“Does he plant radishes and beans? I don’t y’ike y’ettuce.”
“Mmmm, I remember,” Mycroft put the book on the nightstand and gently encouraged Jawn onto his tummy as he rambled about vegetables.
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“But pota’does is my fav‘rite, all kin’na ways! Y’ike mashed, an’–!”
“Yes, those are wonderful,” Mycroft said, rubbing Jawn’s back in small circles. “Close your eyes while you tell me.”
“But I’m not tired!”
“I didn’t say ‘go to sleep’, I said ‘close your eyes’. You can talk with your eyes closed, can’t you?”
Jawn frowned. “I f’ing so,” he said, and closed his eyes. “Yea’, I can.”
“Fantastic. What’s your favorite way to eat a potato,” Mycroft asked quietly, and switched from rubbing, to patting.
“Fry!”
“Shhhhh.”
“So’ree,” Jawn whispered. “I y’ike chips a lot.”
“So do I. That’s Sherlock’s favorite way, too.”
“Yea’,” Jawn said, and then grew quiet.
So quiet, that Mycroft thought he had finally drifted off, and he stilled his hand. But no sooner than he tried to ease his way off the cot; “…My’coff?”
Mycroft sighed quietly, and sat back down. “Yes?”
“Wha’d was Sher’yock like?”
“What do you mean?”
“When he was a bay’bee.”
A faint smile crossed Mycroft’s lips; “That’s…a very loaded question,” he chuckled, and began to pat the back of Jawn’s nappy.
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