Tag: headcanons

Sadie, Sadie, Sadie, hiii!! A little too much coffee in my system right now.. But! I wanted your say on how different little Jawn and little Sherlock act when they want to be a little naughty :p My friends writing a fic and doesn’t know how to portray their characters :/

Sadie: lol, Hi!

Well, hm…since I just got the sexual anon, I’m going to take ‘naughty’ to mean in an adult context. Everyone can have their own take on how the characters would react, but if you’re asking me what I personally think?

Sherlock gets very wide-eyed and coy. John’s biggest clue that he’s feeling that way is that all the babbling and baby talk stops completely, and the word ‘Daddy’ takes on a specific enunciation.

When it’s Jawn, he gets very, very mischievous and bratty, in a “What’cha gonna do about it, Daddy?” >:)-sort of way.

Sooooo! How do you think our babies do Xmas? I’m thinking they celebrate three times, one each being daddy and one with them both smol with all their doting caregivers ;-) triple presents ftw!!!!

Sadie: Sherlock is the first to suggest such a thing and is frankly shocked when John actually agrees, BUT…there are limits! Each Little gift is limited to one big toy, and whatever little fun stocking stuffers they can find for $20 or under (just imagine that dollar sign represents the British pound :P).

Sherlock and Mycroft, childhood headcanon?

Sadie: Once Sherlock was old enough to walk, he developed a habit of hiding Mycroft’s things…anything ranging from pencils to articles of clothing (shoes were a frequent choice, and it was usually only one of the pair) were in danger of being pilfered.

Mycroft could always sniff out his hiding places in pretty short order, however, and missing items never stayed missing for long. Except for once. The day Mycroft’s eyeglasses went missing.

Both he and Mummy searched high and low, in every single little hideaway that Sherlock had been known to squirrel his stolen treasures away, but nothing turned up (save for a load of buttons, one of Mummy’s scarves, and a tie pin that no one had ever seen before). After two hours of searching, they both threw up their hands and gave up…Mummy said they would just have to get another pair until the old ones turned up, then Mycroft would have a spare.

…Mummy was the one to finally find them, though. After changing Sherlock’s nappy.