Word count: 6,087
John keeps his hands in his pockets, except at streetcorners, where he still sometimes tries to get Harry to hang onto his sleeve as they cross. It’s embarrassing. She walks ahead of him a little bit, to discourage that kind of thing.
Why read it: Eleven-year-old Harry Watson is a BAMF. She will kick your ankles until she gets whatever it is she wants, and let me tell you, that shit hurts. She can also tell you all about just how fucking awesome bunnies are. And let’s face it, they’re the most bad ass mothers out there.
^ Case in fucking point.
And she snoops well enough to make any Holmes proud. All while wearing her favorite fuzzy yellow jumper that makes her feel like she’s wearing the goddamn sun.
I guess jumper-love runs in the family
Notes: This story is actually the sequel of another great story, The Dangerous Book for Boys. The sequel can be read alone, but I would definitely recommend reading both.
Word count: 2,949
Summary: Mummy thinks that John Watson is so good for Sherlock that she must endeavor to make sure he stays with her son. If that means she has to force-adopt the man, then so be it. Mycroft is smug. Sherlock is horrified. John is devious.
Why read it: This fic is currently my favorite things in the universe. It is one of those infinitely quotable, hilarious fics that will have you awkwardly muffling giggles so as not to attract the attention of those around you.
In essence, grumpy John + mortified Sherlock + the terrifying power of Mummy Holmes =