i've a prompt! ilegzz/post/37174559087/i-wanted-to-draw-sherlock-turned-into-a-little-kid. could you, erm, base it on that? if it's a bother, don't write it. it's okay. everybody has a writing mood. like me.
This came up on my dash recently. I'm posting it right after I post this so people can see it as it's brilliant! Sorry for the wait on this.
John clenched his teeth. He's a child, he's a child, he's a child and he doesn't know what he's doing. He thought, as Sherlock continued to scream.
He ignored the part of him begging to go back upstairs and hold his flatmate, now a small toddler. It was hard as the part of him wanting to reassure the screaming child was fast growing to be the biggest part of him by far.
Mycroft is there, he can deal-
Mrs Hudson shoved a package into his hands, causing him to blink out of his thoughts.
"Give that to him, the poor dear. How much longer will he be..." She nodded upstairs.
"Mycroft says a few days. Thank you." John then took the stairs to his flat at a run.
Sherlock's cries stopped the moment he came into sight and Mycroft groaned.
"I was making progress." He snapped.
John laughed. "Sounded more like you were making screams. Here you go Sherlock, Mrs Hudson gave you this."
Sherlock took the wrapped package and ripped it apart. He pulled out a small stuffed doll, clearly hand made, with blonde hair and blue buttons as eyes.
"John!" Sherlock cried, holding the John doll out to his flatmate.
"Yes, that's me." John smiled. He took the doll and placed it on his shoulder. "See?"
Sherlock giggled. "My John."
John gave him back the toy. "Your John." He agreed.
