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.
Genre: Crossover (Doctor Who)/Fluff
Word count: 5,000
Summary: John Watson was seven years and three months old when he first met His Raggedy Detective. He wasn’t expecting the bright red telephone box to crash land in his back garden in the middle of the night, but then, who ever expected such a silly thing to happen in the first place?
Why read it: Perhaps the better question is, “Why haven’t you read this already, you poor, deprived human being?!” Little John is absolutely perfect and the embodiment of adorable, and there is not a kitten gif in the world that can compare.
And don’t get me started on the fabulous parallels between this story and “The Eleventh Hour.” Lotherington does a splendid job of fusing the two universes while keeping John and Sherlock completely true to themselves.
Honestly, I have died of perfection overload.
This was found for the request of “Wholock! Whoooolock! OH SWEET JEEBUS I WANT ME SOME WHOLOCK!”
Author: Mad Lori
Word count: 93,036
I like to think of this not so much as a blog but as the first draft of my inevitably best-selling memoirs. My Life In an Unconventional Family. How unconventional? Well, I live with my divorced parents and my dad’s husband. How’s that for starters? Trust me, it gets weirder.
My name is Eugenia Watson, but you can call me Genie. I’m sixteen. This is my life.
Why read it: First off, just look at the author.
Still haven’t clicked the fic yet? Well damn, son. What’s wrong with you? This is legitimate fluff, people. It’s fantastic, feel-good writing with tons of fantastic lines that will have you cracking up.
With that said, kindly get to reading.
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.
Word count: 17,499
Summary: Written for the prompt:
A homeless child of seven or eight follows Sherlock home one day because Sherlock shoved a chocolate bar at her.
Why read it: Ok, take this rabbit falling asleep:
and multiply the cuteness by 8.
Then take this cat:
Multiply it’s cuteness by 14 and add it to the bunny’s cuteness.
Then add this bamf!awesomeness:
and multiply it all by 100,000, and you’ll have a slight inkling of just how this fic goes down.
For those of you who have difficulty with math, ((cute-b)(8)+(cute-c)(14)+(bamfawe))(100,000) = David Tennant with a piglet.
This fic is David Tennant with a piglet.
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.
Hey, remember when we asked for drabbles to appease our need for this crossover? Well, we have collected them all together and decided to honor Stormageddon, Dark Lord of All, aka Sherlock.
Aren’t Doctor Who crossovers fun?
Genre: Crossover (Doctor Who)
Word count: 6,600 combined (Damn, guys)
All fics and authors are under the cut. If you wrote a drabble and we didn’t find it, just message us and we’ll add it to the post.
WARNING: MASSIVE POST IS MASSIVE.
Friday: Fanart and a Fic
Word count: 60,958
Summary: John Watson spends seven years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where he meets the boy who will become the greatest man he’ll ever know.
Why read it: I don’t even know what to say about this fic. Scarf and I were looking for Harry Potter crossover, and out of nowhere meggie-folchart sent this to us like magic. Next thing I know it’s four hours later. I really should sleep, BUT I CAN’T STOP READING! Read this fic. I know it’s long, but there’s no way you’ll regret it.
Notes: There seems to be an ongoing debate about which houses John and Sherlock would be in. As you can tell, Clicio’s wonderful art shows Sherlock in Ravenclaw and John in Gryffindor, while writingispurdy wrote Sherlock in Slytherin John in Hufflepuff. Reply or reblog telling us which House you think they’d be sorted into. There is a distinct possibility it will result in more fanart.