Sheffie’s birthday: Pistachio
It is the birthday of the beloved Sheffiesharpe. Okay, beloved by me. The rest of you make up your own adjectives. It’s so cute when she goes flaily.
So I wrote this.
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“Greg, I need to have a word with you.”
“Yeah, just a minute, this is almost caramelized.”
Mycroft turned back to his e-mail, hesitating, but hit send. Nothing was final. If he had to retract the offer, then there would have been an argument in any case. He was reasonably certain that he could convince Greg.
He heard Greg shifting things about in the kitchen, and straightened his shoulders. No. This was not business. It was, but this was Greg, and if he approached it as anything else, it would be disastrous. And it was Greg’s decision, no matter how sizable, or how much he objected.
“So what’s going on?” Greg asked, falling onto the sofa next to him and craning to look at his phone. “Some kind of crisis?”
“There’s no shortage of them,” Mycroft admitted, but set his phone aside, folding his hands. “I was thinking about your father, actually.”
Greg blinked in surprise, and smiled. “He get in touch with you?”
“Actually, I got in touch with him.”
“Has he done something?”
Mycroft couldn’t stop a smile. “You could say that. His recipe for ice cream.”
I love this! Mycroft has his Methods.
Also, my adjective of choice for Sheffiesharpe at the moment is (checking current list)…splendorous.
“How’d you like to help me make child number six?”
Submitted by tophatsandfedoras.
No, Greg—but I will gladly help you practice. :)
Sign me up!
Lestrade is glad, not for the first time, that his phone is waterproof to a depth of fuck-it-your-going-to-drown-anyway.
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| — | ~ One Word for It by sheffiesharpe, Part three of the At Least There’s The Football series (via deducemeagain) |
Behold, I’m reblogging myself. I read the story, and its companion (Gryffindor John and Ravenclaw Sherlock get together) and now I’m thinking about Hufflepuff Greg. It’s my headcanon that Greg’s a Gryffindor (because that’s where his nieces sorted him in At Least There’s the Football, all the awards and then some to Sheffie), but I can see him as a Hufflepuff. Concern for justice and affability and all that.
For those who don’t read ALTTF (but why wouldn’t you???), the nieces sort ActualNinja!Anthea into Hufflepuff. Three cheers for my house.
Alas, I don’t think I can imagine putting Sherlock in any house other than Slytherin, even if he convinces the hat not to sort him there solely to stay out of his older brother’s house.
Finally ended the debate with myself whether to post this or not. Beware, this is, what, my fourth attempt to colour with a tablet? (You can tell.)
And yeaaaaaaah I’m sort of kind of hooked on this fanfic. And when I’m really hooked on something I start fanarting. (And this just miiiiggghht be my first time fanarting a fanfic. Revolutionary.)
(Also, I may have forgotten to mention that I ship Mystrade more than anything.)
I haven’t read this story, but you can bet I’m clicking that link after seeing the art.
Finally ended the debate with myself whether to post this or not. Beware, this is, what, my fourth attempt to colour with a tablet? (You can tell.)
And yeaaaaaaah I’m sort of kind of hooked on this fanfic. And when I’m really hooked on something I start fanarting. (And this just miiiiggghht be my first time fanarting a fanfic. Revolutionary.)
(Also, I may have forgotten to mention that I ship Mystrade more than anything.)
