c:mrs. hudson

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Despite the world reminding her every day of her life that she’s undeserving of being given anything by it, that she was unworthy of what little she’d managed to take from it - despite all of that, she never believed a word of it.

The Women of Black Sails in 4x08

intpthinkinginquiet  asked:

Howdy! Drabble #25 Mycroft x Reader please.

25. “I can’t believe you talked me into this.”

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“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” Mycroft said as he opened the door to 221B Baker street.

“Which part?” you asked, stepping into the darkened foyer. “The pregnancy or the telling your brother and John and Mrs. Hudson at the same time?”

“The latter, of course,” Mycroft said, pressing a small kiss to your hand. The two of you stepped up to Sherlock’s flat, finding the door opened. Sherlock’s voice could be heard, chastising John for some ‘idiotic’ suggestion he’d made.

Mrs. Hudson nearly ran into you as she exited with her tea tray. “Oh! Mycroft, Y/N. I wasn’t expecting you. Would you like some tea?”

“No, thank you, Mrs. Hudson,” Mycroft said. “But please, step back into my brother’s apartment.”

“Why?” Mrs. Hudson asked, doing as requested.

Sherlock and John looked up as the three of you stepped into the living room.

“What’s all this?” John asked.

“Y/N wanted to bring something around for you all,” Mycroft said as you handed the envelopes out.

John examined the envelope. “Any guesses as to what this is, Sherlock?”

Sherlock studied you and Mycroft for a moment before shaking his head, his lips pursed.

“Go on,” you encouraged. “Open them.”

John and Mrs. Hudson opened the envelopes, taking out the small black and white photos. Sherlock merely stared at the two of you, his crystal eyes sparkling.

“Oh!” Mrs. Hudson said, a huge smile on her face.

“A baby?” John said, looking up at you and Mycroft.

“What wonderful news!” Mrs. Hudson said, immediately wrapping her arms around you. “Oh, how are you feeling, dear? Are you having any sickness?”

“I’m fine, Mrs. Hudson. Thank you.”

“You’re… what? Eight weeks?” John asked, studying the picture.

“Nearly ten,” Sherlock said.

“How do you know that?” John asked.

“I’ve known for quite a while now,” Sherlock said. “Y/N gave it away without realizing it.”

“And you didn’t say anything?” Mycroft said. “What a surprise indeed.”

The corner of Sherlock’s mouth twitched. “For whatever reason, I knew this would be important to Y/N. I didn’t want to steal the moment from her.”

Everyone was shocked into silence as you stepped over to Sherlock, giving him a small hug.

“You’re going to make a great uncle,” you whispered.

“And you, a wonderful mother.”

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Bad-Ass Mother Figure

Sing this to the tune of Drunken Sailor

What would we do without Mrs. Hudson?
What would we do without Mrs. Hudson?
What would we do without Mrs. Hudson?
Bad-ass mother figure!

Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Way, hey, and up she rises
Bad-ass mother figure!

She used to be an exotic dancer
She used to be an exotic dancer
She used to be an exotic dancer
Bad-ass mother figure!

Way, hey, she’s got a hip now
Way, hey, she’s got a hip now
Way, hey, she’s got a hip now
But she still can shake it!

She’s got a soft spot for our Sherlock
She’s got a soft spot for our Sherlock
She’s got a soft spot for our Sherlock
So she let him move in

Way, hey, to Baker Street, now
Way, hey, to Baker Street, now
Way, hey, to Baker Street, now
Bad-ass mother figure!

Then she met John, a lovely doctor
Then she met John, a lovely doctor
Then she met John, a lovely doctor
She offered him a bedroom

Way, hey, if they’ll be needing two
Way, hey, if they’ll be needing two
Way, hey, if they’ll be needing two
There’s all sorts around here

She’s their landlady, not their housekeeper
She’s their landlady, not their housekeeper
She’s their landlady, not their housekeeper
Bad-ass mother figure!

Way, hey, but still she makes tea
Way, hey, but still she makes tea
Way, hey, but still she makes tea
And some scones and biscuits

She’s shipped Johnlock from the start, oh
She’s shipped Johnlock from the start, oh
She’s shipped Johnlock from the start, oh
Matchmaking Mrs. Hudson

Way, hey, she’ll bring them together
Way, hey, she’ll bring them together
Way, hey, she’ll bring them together
Clever Mrs. Hudson

Then she will need her herbal soothers
Then she will need her herbal soothers
Then she will need her herbal soothers
When those boys get noisy

Way, hey, they’ll wake her up, oh
Way, hey, they’ll wake her up, oh
Way, hey, they’ll wake her up, oh
Early in the morning

So she will offer John a ball gag
So she will offer John a ball gag
So she will offer John a ball gag
To keep Sherlock quiet

Way, hey, we know she’s kinky
Way, hey, we know she’s kinky
Way, hey, we know she’s a kinky
Bad-ass mother figure!


This was written for the @sherlockchallenge​ May prompt: Mothers/Fathers, and inspired by the sea shanties/Irish drinking songs created by @vulgarweed​ and @trickybonmot for Wits on Tap 2017.

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