I'd blame this prompt on hormones, but the idea has been in my head for a while. Sherlock and John arrive at Scotland Yard to bug Lestrade for a new case, only to find a bunch of kittens crawling over Lestrade's desk. I had imagined Lestrade & Co. finding the abandoned kittens at a crime scene and bringing them back to Scotland Yard while they waited for the RSPCA to claim them.
damn you for this, but I might actually have begun thinking about this scene. *sigh* so I guess I'll have to write it ;)
I will give this a try (because damn those little fluffy PWP-bunnies that appeared when I read this prompt). I have to finish another fill first, but yes, even if it'll be short, fluffy and pretty silly I will give you a fill to this prompt. Would love to see someone else try too! I've never even tried to write Lestrade before, and I can only hope I get it Lestrade-centric enough.
Oh, that would be wonderful! Thank you very much, kejsarinna! :-) I'd appreciate anything you might come up with, no matter how short, fluffy or silly. Actually, short, fluffy or silly sounds pretty good in my book. And if you'd prefer to just create something that's from Sherlock and/or John's POV and not even have Lestrade speak then that's okay too. That could actually be interesting...
John had told Sherlock that they could at least go for a walk, do something to help time pass. To his surprise, the third time he asked (around four in the afternoon) Sherlock had jumped out of the sofa, disappeared, come back in one of his suits and said ”Let's go”. It soon turns out why he was so eager; instead of going for a walk, they're going to Scotland Yard. Sherlock had decided that if Lestrade won't answer his texts (He did answer them, John replies, but he doesn't need your help right now), Sherlock might just as well get over there and bug him in person
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To Lestrade covered in kittens. John blinks. Sherlock blinks. Lestrade is busy getting one of the kittens, a gray one, off his head. Then he looks up, and blinks. John clears his throat. ”Are we... uhm... wha...” ”Where did all these cats come from?” Sherlock finally asks, saying cats as if he ment vermin. There's kittens everywhere; one of them, a white one, is playing with his pens, two are playing with each other, an orange one is asleep, one seems to be in Lestrades lap, trying to climb up, one just emerges from his back and snuggles against Lestrade's left ear, a speckled kitten is laying on the side playing with a piece of paper, a black one is about to fall off the edge of the table but Lestrade saves it with his right hand, the left is still putting the gray one down
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And yep, that's it really. Hope you enjoyed and that I didn't use any weird words (seriously, it took quite some time to figure out that "cat carrier" was actually called that in English)
This is wonderful! It's exactly what I wanted! Thank you very much, kejsarinna! :-D
I agree with darthhellokitty about how great it is that Sherlock isn't a fan of kittens. It makes the fic all the more hilarious as he's obviously disgusted with the extreme cuteness he's been exposed to. BTW, your description of the various kittens and their antics is fabulous! It put a big grin on my face. Oh, and I loved seeing the kittens at Lestrade's place as well. I can just picture them in their makeshift playpen.
Thanks again for filling this prompt, kejsarinna! It's very much appreciated! :-)
(sorry it goes against popular opinion, but the prompt was that he kept a litter of kittens to cuddle, and I just couldn't bring myself to write them as dead or something equally cracktastic...)
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Thirded!
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I will give this a try (because damn those little fluffy PWP-bunnies that appeared when I read this prompt). I have to finish another fill first, but yes, even if it'll be short, fluffy and pretty silly I will give you a fill to this prompt. Would love to see someone else try too! I've never even tried to write Lestrade before, and I can only hope I get it Lestrade-centric enough.
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”Are we... uhm... wha...”
”Where did all these cats come from?” Sherlock finally asks, saying cats as if he ment vermin. There's kittens everywhere; one of them, a white one, is playing with his pens, two are playing with each other, an orange one is asleep, one seems to be in Lestrades lap, trying to climb up, one just emerges from his back and snuggles against Lestrade's left ear, a speckled kitten is laying on the side playing with a piece of paper, a black one is about to fall off the edge of the table but Lestrade saves it with his right hand, the left is still putting the gray one down ( ... )
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I agree with darthhellokitty about how great it is that Sherlock isn't a fan of kittens. It makes the fic all the more hilarious as he's obviously disgusted with the extreme cuteness he's been exposed to. BTW, your description of the various kittens and their antics is fabulous! It put a big grin on my face. Oh, and I loved seeing the kittens at Lestrade's place as well. I can just picture them in their makeshift playpen.
Thanks again for filling this prompt, kejsarinna! It's very much appreciated! :-)
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http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/6375.html?thread=34972391#t34972391
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(sorry it goes against popular opinion, but the prompt was that he kept a litter of kittens to cuddle, and I just couldn't bring myself to write them as dead or something equally cracktastic...)
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