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: 1,177
Summary: Killer Christmas trees. Possessed mannequins. Spaceships falling from the sky. Over the course of three mornings in 2007, John Watson begins to suspect that perhaps spending Christmas in London isn’t the best of ideas.
Why read it: First of all, if you understand this reference:
Then you have no choice but to read this fic. Also, there is gratuitous confused!John in this fic, which is about as adorable as puppies in Santa hats.
Friday: Fanart and a Fic
Word count: 1,460
Summary: Eleven-year-old Greg unexpectedly winds up watching a room full of unruly children.
Why read it: There is no conceivable way for me to convey to you the amount of adorableness this fic contains. It’s just fluff and rainbows and twizzlers (unless you don’t like twizzlers. In which case, wtf?) and fat baby penguins and that really nice moment when you find money in the pocket of a coat you haven’t worn since last winter. That’s it. I can’t even.
Genre: Fluff, fluff, fluffity, fluff
Word count: 6,842
Summary: The reason John and Sherlock have four children is because they didn’t want five.
Why read it: I have a working theory that the fluff from this fic was recycled and made into John’s wardrobe for the second series. If there was a cross between a kitten and a puppy, it couldn’t hope to be half as fluffy as this fic right here.
^^ This is a vague approximation of how adorable these children are.
Notes: This was found for the request of kid!fic. Don’t ever call it a guilty pleasure, honey. Embrace the fluff.