Here's to You, Mrs Hudson
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jackofknavesTitle: Here's to You, Mrs Hudson
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
tripatch
Rating: PG
Pairing: Mrs Hudson/The Beatles
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt, Mrs Hudson/The Beatles. Yes, all of them.
Additional Notes: I now have a tag for the pairing Mrs Hudson/The Beatles. I think I've just reached a low point in my fanfic writing career.
John waited patiently for Mrs. Hudson to gather her things. She had complained loudly about how the cold weather made her hip act up until finally he had given in and offered to take her to the store. With a sweet smile that suggested she had no idea what the word "manipulative" meant, she patted his cheek and thanked him, inviting him in while she found her purse.
He idly glanced around her apartment, his eyes lighting on a framed photograph resting on a shelf. Curiously, he put down his cup of tea and wandered over, picking it up to examine it closer.
"Mrs. Hudson?" he said loudly.
"Yes, dear?" her voice floated to him from her bedroom.
"Is this you? With the Beatles?"
Mrs. Hudson wandered into the main room and peered over his shoulder.
"Oh, yes. I was a bit wild in my youth, you know. I met them once while they were on tour. What a night!" She gave a nostalgic, almost rueful laugh. "Those were the days. My parents hated them, of course."
"Of course," he said faintly. "You ... you knew them, then?"
"Yes," Mrs. Hudson said with a secretive smile. "Everyone had the biggest crush on Georgie, but I always liked Ringo the best. He was short, but--well."
"Well?" John prompted.
She put a finger to one side of her nose and leaned in, whispering in a just-between-us-girls voice, "You know what they say about men with big noses!"
She straightened her plum blouse and skirt and beamed a grandmotherly smile at him.
"Ready then, dear?"
Author:
tripatchRating: PG
Pairing: Mrs Hudson/The Beatles
Summary: Kinkmeme prompt, Mrs Hudson/The Beatles. Yes, all of them.
Additional Notes: I now have a tag for the pairing Mrs Hudson/The Beatles. I think I've just reached a low point in my fanfic writing career.
John waited patiently for Mrs. Hudson to gather her things. She had complained loudly about how the cold weather made her hip act up until finally he had given in and offered to take her to the store. With a sweet smile that suggested she had no idea what the word "manipulative" meant, she patted his cheek and thanked him, inviting him in while she found her purse.
He idly glanced around her apartment, his eyes lighting on a framed photograph resting on a shelf. Curiously, he put down his cup of tea and wandered over, picking it up to examine it closer.
"Mrs. Hudson?" he said loudly.
"Yes, dear?" her voice floated to him from her bedroom.
"Is this you? With the Beatles?"
Mrs. Hudson wandered into the main room and peered over his shoulder.
"Oh, yes. I was a bit wild in my youth, you know. I met them once while they were on tour. What a night!" She gave a nostalgic, almost rueful laugh. "Those were the days. My parents hated them, of course."
"Of course," he said faintly. "You ... you knew them, then?"
"Yes," Mrs. Hudson said with a secretive smile. "Everyone had the biggest crush on Georgie, but I always liked Ringo the best. He was short, but--well."
"Well?" John prompted.
She put a finger to one side of her nose and leaned in, whispering in a just-between-us-girls voice, "You know what they say about men with big noses!"
She straightened her plum blouse and skirt and beamed a grandmotherly smile at him.
"Ready then, dear?"
