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Big Brother (R) by Kantayra
Fandom: Sherlock
Pairing: Mycroft, Sherlock/John
Length: 5K
Author on LJ:
kantayra
Author Website:
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Why this must be read:
I love a lot of
kantayra's work. I was really torn between reccing this and another fic of hers and it's just so hard to choose. I love Big Brother because it is funny and cracky and sweet. It's all about Mycroft being ludicrously overprotective which also happens to be one of my favorite tropes. Mycroft is a complicated man, the shadowy figure who runs the British government (and possibly some others), and at the same time the nagging older sibling who spies on you constantly through CCTV.
Mycroft’s own fingers tightened on his desk when John failed to release Mycroft’s brother immediately after the intolerable invasion of Sherlock’s personal space. In fact, Sherlock was smiling at the scoundrel: that shy, hopeful smile he’d shown Mycroft as a young boy when Sherlock had done something he’d hoped was clever and wanted praise.
And John delivered the praise, in spades. The restaurant was loud enough that Mycroft couldn’t pick up the sound, but Mycroft could read lips well enough to decipher the “Brilliant” upon John’s lips. It was John’s favourite compliment to whisper, like a serpent, in Sherlock’s ear. Sherlock’s cheeks flushed, and he lowered his eyelids. Dear god, he was actually flirting back with the rake!
Big Brother
Pairing: Mycroft, Sherlock/John
Length: 5K
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Mycroft’s own fingers tightened on his desk when John failed to release Mycroft’s brother immediately after the intolerable invasion of Sherlock’s personal space. In fact, Sherlock was smiling at the scoundrel: that shy, hopeful smile he’d shown Mycroft as a young boy when Sherlock had done something he’d hoped was clever and wanted praise.
And John delivered the praise, in spades. The restaurant was loud enough that Mycroft couldn’t pick up the sound, but Mycroft could read lips well enough to decipher the “Brilliant” upon John’s lips. It was John’s favourite compliment to whisper, like a serpent, in Sherlock’s ear. Sherlock’s cheeks flushed, and he lowered his eyelids. Dear god, he was actually flirting back with the rake!
Big Brother
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