Sadie: Jesus kid, I’m sorry that it took me this long to log in and see this.
That’s a very scary feeling, and I hope you’re doing what you can to take care of yourself (
like seeking medical attention?)In the meantime!!! Please enjoy some cute Christmas headcanons that Embie ( @squeakpigsrevenge ) and I were sharing a little while ago!
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Aww that last one is everything! I can just imagine the look on Greg’s face as he watches Mycroft. Thanks for this ahaha
I got help, doncha worry ahaha. I’m on several medications so I’m sorta bed bound right now which makes everything so BORING but yeah. Fanfic and shot posts are the only things making this more bearable
Sadie:
Well, I’m glad you’re feeling better(-
iiiisssshhh???)! But oh God, I know being confined to bed can be miserable after awhile…especially when you’re restless.We (and anyone else who wants to jump in and join) could all keep trading cute headcanons?!
Yes please! Moremoremoremoremore! Send all the cute (or even angsty) headcanons you have!
And I’m a little better? I think? Im outta the hospital but I’m not sure tbh. my lungs are shit but I’m going to my doc tomorrow so we’ll see how that goes. It was a traumatizing experience though lol I’ve never come that close to dying.
For someone who jokes a lot about death and wanting to die, I didn’t want to die like that – helpless, scared, and confused. Lol it’s weird.
Sadie:
So, uh, would this be a good time to mention the massive WHUMP fic that Embie and I have been working on since February that’s just as long (maybe longer) than the current babysitter one? :3
Would it also be a good time to offer a sneak peek? Your choice of a fluffy or angsty scene? >:3
Oh my god yesssss. Angst! And whump. I like the sound of this already 😀
I live for all the angst in this world lol
Please give a sneak peek!
Sadie:
Angst it is! Preview for the as-of-yet Untitled WHUMP fic under the cut
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Mycroft rage-sniffed and filled Sherlock’s cup with juice and retrieved his pain pills. He wondered if Sherlock had been to small to administer them himself. Shaking his head, he headed up the stairs.
He found Greg sitting on the floor of the bathroom, holding Sherlock on his lap, petting the baby as the tub filled. He’d taken the little guy’s shirt off, and the kaleidoscope of bruises from his shoulder to his hip made Mycroft physically sick. He swallowed back the bile that was threatening to climb up his throat.
“Here, sweet pea. Are you going to be very helpful and take your medicine without a fuss?”
Sherlock nodded and popped his thumb out of his mouth in order to reach for Mycroft with both hands.
Mycroft closed the toilet seat and sat down on the lid, then carefully lifted Sherlock into his lap. “Here, open up… such a good boy,” he said, putting one pill into his mouth before handing him his cup. “Swallow that one first, there you go.”
He looked his little brother’s chest up and down…there was one great big dark, ugly bruise, right over the left side of his ribs, surrounded by an orbit of smaller ones which he could only surmise was from John kicking him…repeatedly.
While Mycroft fed the baby his medicine, Greg turned to the sink and gave his face a wash with some cold water.
“One more, you’re doing a brilliant job.”
Sherlock preened under the praise and took the second pill as easily as the first. “Mo’ joo’sh?”
“Once we’ve had a bath you can have as much juice as you please.”
Sherlock nodded, “bubbas?”
“Did Gregory forget to add bubbles. He’s going to fix that right now.”
“Yeah, silly me,” Greg said, managing to sound convincingly cheerful as he gave his eyes another quick swipe, and then looked underneath the cabinet for the bubbles. “We haven’t used the grape ones in a long time; how about those?”
“Y’ah,” Sherlock babbled around the spout of his cup while he leaned back against his brother. “Pur’ble.”
“Purple bubbles it is,” Greg replied, pouring a generous amount in the water.
In an instant, suds and bubbles started to pile up underneath the faucet, filling he room with a tangy, artificial grape scent.
“I y’ike bubba’s,” Sherlock said, and slipped down out of Mycroft’s lap…with a little bit of help, of course.
“Here, muffin…I’ll get you some more juice. Your brother can get you in the bath.” Greg took the nearly empty cup from Mycroft, and the elder Holmes’ brother could see the tears welling in his lover’s eyes before he turned and quickly left the room.
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