Chapters: 7/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
Sadie; I’d forgotten all about trying to out-cute each other when we RP’ed. 😛
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Both Mycroft and Jawn let out a deep sigh of relief; it was the first
quiet moment they’d had since…well, since naptime ended. “What’s the
Captain’s power?” Mycroft asked, absently patting Sherlock’s bum with
his free hand
“Big an’ strong,” Jawn replied, staring at the
screen. Unlike Sherlock, he could always find some new detail going on
in the background, no matter how small, and he took great pride in
rubbing it in Sherlock’s face when he did so.
“So, like the Hulk? And Thor?”
“Nu-UH, s’diff’rent!”
“How so?”
…Jawn
didn’t quite know how to respond. He knew how it was different, of
course, and how each hero had their own qualities to bring to the team,
but he couldn’t quite think of how to put it into words.
“He’s like Jawn,” Sherlock said, turning his head away from the bottle.
“How so?” Mycroft asked, again.
“A’cause, a’cause Jawn would do whatever it takes to get the bad guys. An’ he was small before, an’ he was still the bravest.”
Chapters: 6/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ “This way men! We’re 40 leagues from shore!” Jawn turned and marched across the street, heading for Baker Street.
“Thank goodness we have such a brave and smart Captain to lead the way.”
Jawn glowed under the praise, his chin tipped higher than could rightly be comfortable.He
narrated their entire journey. “Only one more league, gentlemen. But
keep a wary eye on the horizon, these be shark infested waters.”
Sherlock stopped in his tracks, eyes wide and terrified. “S’arks?”
“Yes, big ones, much bigger than our boat, with millions of teeths!” Jawn added, oblivious to Sherlock’s distress.
“S’arks gunna eat me!” Sherlock whispered, shaking like a leaf.
Making a trip to the shop was the very last thing that one Sherlock Holmes wanted to spend his day doing.
Maybe not the last thing. Anything that involved his brother would be the last thing. Or helping Ms. Hudson look at carpet swatches (not that the flat needed new carpeting, but did anyone listen to him. No. Of course not). Those would be the very last things.
Sherlock felt the little hand that was held in his start to slip from his grasp, and he gave it a squeeze. “No, Molly.”
“Bu’d Sheeeerrrr’yooooooock!”
…But a trip to the shop with an antsy, active Little who wants to look at and touch everything her grubby little hands can reach while in headspace?
That would be pretty darn close to the bottom of the list.
“Molly, what was my one rule?”
Molly refused to answer him, a sure sign that she was pouting as hard as her little face could.
Sherlock glanced down at the little girl standing stiffly at his side…oh, yes. Face absolutely puckered into a harsh frown and bottom lip jutting out about a yard.
He gave her a small nudge with his elbow. “Molly,” he said again. “What was the rule for coming with me?”
Molly continued to ignore him.
“Hmmm…since you seem to have been struck by a mystery illness and lost your voice, I suppose we should turn around and go home…”
Molly whinged and stomped her foot.
“Molly.”
She had enough experience to know that he wasn’t bluffing when he said that, either. “…S’day wi’f yooooou,” she answered finally, with a more-dramatic-than-necessary sigh.
“Very good, you stay with me.” Sherlock gave her hand another tug, urging her to follow along after him. “Remember what happens when you follow the rules?”
Molly, who’d been shuffling along begrudgingly and dragging her heels while she did so, perked up a bit. “G’ed a pri’ce?” she asked, looking up at him hopefully as they passed through the automatic doors.
“You do remember, you clever girl.”
Molly beamed, and trotted along beside him with a newfound pep in her step.
Sherlock smiled, despite his initial reluctance to be here…maybe it wouldn’t be such a hassle of a trip after all.
He led Molly back to the refrigerated section, where they would find the sole reason for the trip…you guessed it–they had run out of milk. Again.
Molly chattered at his side while he perused the literal wall of milk; “…an’, an’ Pe’bba, she couldn’, um, she couldn’ whi’thle, even though she tried really, really hard! An’, um, then she called–”
‘What kind did John buy, again?’ He couldn’t remember. All he knew was that it had a cow on the front–which they all did, he noticed with no small amount of disdain.
“–an’ i’d was sooooo fun’nee!” Molly giggled. “An’, an’ then she–!”
Blast it. And John had made it a point to mention the name of the brand no less than four times before he’d sent them on their way. Sherlock let go of Molly’s hand a reached into his pocket for his mobile. He’d have to text him and ask again, damn it all. And John wouldn’t be letting this slide without copping an attitude.
It wasn’t his fault that it was so easy to tune John out when all he did was drone on and on and on–
Sherlock suddenly paused mid-text.
It was quiet.
He looked around quickly–Molly was nowhere to be seen.
Sherlock felt his heart sink to the pit of his stomach (which he’d always wondered how true that statement was, and the answer was ‘very’). “Molly??” He looked around quickly, hoping that Molly had just wandered away a few steps, but she was nowhere to be seen.
The sinking feeling in his stomach was replaced by a heart-pounding panic when there was no answer, and no little girl to be seen. “Molly?!? MOLLY!” he called out, and still–nothing in reply.
‘What are you doing just standing there? Go LOOK for her!’ Sherlock began to hurry to the other end of the store, looking down every aisle and trying to quell the urge to run while screaming her name. It wasn’t a big store, she couldn’t have gone very far, she knew better than to talk to strangers, and…
Each aisle he passed–no Molly. Each time he called out her name–no Molly.
He felt his panic starting to creep up into his chest.
“MOLLY!”
“…Sher’yock?”
The detective literally skidded to a stop, his shoes leaving ugly blacks marks on the lino, and whirled around to see Molly stepping out of an aisle that had been in the opposite direction, a book held in her hands. She looked utterly confused.
The icy grip that had been clutching Sherlock’s stomach released it’s hold, and he very nearly pissed himself out of relief. He rushed back to her and as soon as he was within reach, he grabbed her and pulled her into an enthusiastic hug and held her to his chest until she began to wriggle. “Ou’sh, Sher’yooooooock…you’re s’keeshing me!”
Sherlock made himself release his hold on her…yet he still kept his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Where were you?!” he asked, his breath coming out in one relieved rush.
Molly’s eyes had grown wide, and had an uneasy look in them as she stared up at Sherlock. “Um, I wen’d, um, I wen’d to y’ook at’ta books,” she whispered, her head dipping lower and lower until she was almost looking at the floor.
Sherlock heaved a sigh of relief. “Don’t ever, ever walk away like that again,” he scolded, letting go of one shoulder to wag a finger in her face. “That was the one thing I told you not to do, Molly…no-no!” He took her by the hand, and continued to fuss as they walked back to the entrance. “You’re going straight to the naughty step the very second we get home, and–”
He was cut short as he finally met her gaze again.
Molly was biting her lip in an effort not to cry, eyes glassed over with tears, and the poor thing was shaking like a leaf while she still clutched the picture book she’d been holding to her chest.
Sherlock’s resolved wilted, and he loosed his grip on her hand. He bent down close, and lowered his voice. “Look, Molly,” he began, softly. “I didn’t mean to shout. It just gave me a fright when looked up and couldn’t see you.”
Molly nodded her head, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
“I’m sorry,” he said again, and stood up to give her a less-harried (and much nicer) hug.
Molly promptly buried her face into his coat and clutched the back of it on both hands.
“Just…please stay where I can see you next time, yes?” he asked, petting her hair.
Molly nodded again, and Sherlock kissed the top of her head. “Let’s just go home,” he sighed, and started to leave.
“You know, Molly…”
Molly lifted her head and blinked up at him with her big, brown doe-eyes.
“…This would be a lot easier if you held my hand instead of my coat.”
Those same eyes crinkled at the edges as she smiled up at him, and he smiled back. “S’rr’ee, Sher’yock,” she whispered as she let go of his coat and took his hand instead.
“It’s fine now, darling,” he said, leading them back through the sliding doors…but not before gently slipping the book out of her arms, and setting it aside on a fruit display.
Molly turned to look over her shoulder. “…No pri’ce?” she asked hesitantly, batting her eyelashes at him.
Sherlock just gave her a look, and she dropped her gaze to the sidewalk. they both remained quiet on the walk home.
They had just turned onto Baker Street, when Molly piped up again in her tiny little voice; “…Sher’yock?”
“Yes, you still have to sit on the step.”
Molly pouted. “Tha’s no’d wha’s I wa’ss gon’na saaaay!” she whinged.
“Mmmmmmm, my apologies. What were you going to say?”
~Greg has the market cornered on pet names. When he’s talking to the boys, every other word out of his mouth is a pet name…and not just the boys; Mycroft too. It always varies, but Sherlock is usually ‘Muffin’, Jawn is ‘Monkey’, and Mycroft is ‘Peach’ or ‘Peaches’.
~Mycroft knows exactly why he’s ‘Peach/es’…and it never fails to put a little colour in his cheeks (so to speak). Greg lives for moments like that and no matter how often he calls the eldest Holmes brother by that name (which is daily), it always catches Mycroft by surprise and tickles Greg shitless.
~It doesn’t take Mycroft by surprise all that much anymore, but he loves the cheeky look on Greg’s face whenever he thinks he’s gotten one over on either of the brothers, so he’ll always act surprised anyway.
~Each man has their own set of pet names they use. Greg is the gushy one, with a full catalogue of names such as ‘muffin’, ‘monkey’, ‘cuddle bug’, ‘cupcake’, ‘squishy’, ‘babycakes’, ‘piddle monster’, ‘gremlin’, ‘nummy-nummers’, etc. (It’s almost enough to make them all gag…almost, but not quite).
~Mycroft is slightly more reserved, with endearments such as ‘dear’, ‘darling’, ‘lovely’, ‘dearest’, ‘pet’, and ‘little one’.
~Sherlock is very similar to his brother with using pet names, but Greg’s gushy,mushy style has leaked over. ‘Honey’ is a favorite of his to use, although sometimes it turns into ‘Honey biscuit’ with a slight twang (John blames it on too many youtube videos, but it makes him laugh). But his favorite go-to name for Jawn is usually ‘Little Man’. Depending on the day, using that name either gets him a glare, a kick in the shins, or a lapfull of happy, blushy hobbit.
~ ‘Hobbit’ or ‘Hobbit-son’ is another set of names that might get him a kick in the shins. Or, earns himself a louder, much less affectionate pet name: “You fucking cock.”
~John had a harder time with pet names, in the beginning. He never really heard them growing up, so they were foreign to his ears, as well as his tongue. Being around Greg did help quite a bit, but it was a rocky start. He would use the names he’d heard often enough, but slowly began to come up with his own.
~One of John’s nicknames for Sherlock is ‘Bumble’. But, seeing as Bumble is also the name for Sherlock’s favorite stuffed friend, this has caused some mild confusion:
“Does Bumble need a nappy change?” “…Bum’bah doesn’d wear na’bbies.”
~While John will absolutely tear someone in half (not literally, mind you…but close enough) for calling him any variation of the word ‘short’, he’s taken to using those names to make Sherlock feel tinier (and to see his sweet little face blush, but that’s an entirely separate story):
“Munchkin.” “Nooooooooooooo.” “Short stuff.” “Nooooooooooooooooooo.” “Daddy’s Precious Little Pixie-Faerie.” *blushes and covers eyes even thought John can still see him smiling* “NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!”
Much to everyone’s amusement, Sherlock is actually very shy when he’s Little…it’s not easy for him to meet new people in headspace.
Not that Gavin…er, Greg is new. But he’s new to Little Sherlock. And even after numerous peptalks and x-amount of coaxing from his brother, Sherlock still harbors some reservations about the older, grey-haired man as he regards him while safely hiding behind Mycroft’s back…
Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, Mycroft Holmes’s Umbrella Additional Tags: Age Play, Non-Sexual Age Play, Brotherly Bonding, nappies, Dummies, Spanking, Mycroft has the patience of a saint, dinos are very ‘portant, Little Sherlock, Little John – Freeform, Bathing/Washing, Bratting Series: Part 3 of The ‘Co-’ Series
Little Molly didn’t answer straightaway…all of her concentration was focused on getting the super-special-shiny-dino stickers that Sher’yock had given her to sit on the Lego block juuuuuuuussss’ ri’de before pressing down and sticking it into place.
Because, as Molly knew, once you stick a sticker, it’s there FOREVER. So you have to be totally, completely, absolutely 100% sure that you stick your stickers somewhere safe.
Because it’s stuck there. FOREVER.
“Molly,” John tried again.
Molly hunched down further over the lego in her hand, the tip of her tongue poking out in concentration.
“Molly. MOLLY. MOLL-EE. MOLL-EE HOOP-AH!”
Molly finally got the tiny, three-horn-shaped sticker centered and pressed it down, cementing it forever onto the tiny plastic block with a delighted “Yay!” and a happy bum wiggle.
John threw up his hands and gave Sherlock a look that perfectly encapsulated an emoji that the detective had seen used more than once in text messages from the good doctor himself: “ D:< ”
Sherlock was pinching his lips and nearly asphyxiating on his own, barely contained laughter. He shook his head and looked away while he collected himself (in order to not get murdered in front of the sweet little angel-tot under their care today), and when he finally felt back under his own control, he looked down at the little pigtailed munchkin sitting at his feet. “Molly,” he said, nudging her bum with his foot.
Molly looked up from the sheet of stickers in her hand. “Wha’d???”
“Uncle John wants your attention, darling.”
“Unc’a Jawn?”
“Yes…he’s been trying for several minutes.”
“Ohhhhh…why didn’, um, why didn’ he say so???”
“I did.”
Molly whirled around and looked up at John, her eyes widening. “Oh….Hiiiiiiii, Unc’a Jawn!” she chirped, genuinely surprised to see him there.
John’s face visibly softened, and Sherlock smirked; John was such a pushover, and didn’t even know it.
John bent down with his hands on his knees; “Molly, sweetheart, precious, cupcake, baby doll, angel…where did you put my phone?”
“Your wha’d???”
John’s smile never faltered, but it lost a bit of the, uh, the shine. “My phone, darling. You know, I let you play a game on it?”
Molly gasped; “Ohhhhhh, Can’ee Crunch???” she asked, clasping her hands under her chin. “I y’uuuuuuuub tha’d game! I bea’d i’d an’ go’d a high score, a’–!”
“That’s wonderful princes, but where did you put it when you were done?”
“Where I pu’d i’d?”“
John’s face looked as if it were close to cracking. “Yes, darling,” he said slowly. “I need it back; where did you leave it.”
Molly tilted her head and bit her lip while she thought. “Ummmmm,” she hummed out loud, then wrinkled her nose and shrugged. “I dun’no!”
John’s smile seemed to be unnaturally frozen in place. “…What.”
Molly shrugged again, and giggled.
“John.”
“Molly, I need you to find my phone. Now.”
“John…”
“Shut up. Molly, Uncle John isn’t kidding around, one…”
“John.”
“If I have to get to three, you’re going on the naughty step. Two…”
Just as John was opening his mouth for a ‘Three’, the back right pocket of his trousers started to vibrate, causing his mouth to snap shut just as his ringtone started to play: “Ooga chaka Ooga chaka Ooga Ooga Ooga chaka…”
Sherlock and Molly both burst out laughing as John reached into his back pocket and retrieved his phone, only to see that it was Sherlock himself calling. “What the hell–???”
Sherlock wiped his eyes while Molly was still doubled over, clutching her belly. “G-good girl,” he stammered, and held his hand down for a tiny high-five. “Very, v-very good!”
John just stared at them as if they’d lost their minds…and at this rate, they may very well have. “What.”
Sherlock cleared his throat, thought his was still grinning like…well, like an idiot. “I, I bet her a new outfit if she could find a way to get your phone back onto your person without you noticing,” he explained, still chuckling to himself, and then reached down for Molly. “And she did!” he cheered, lifting her into his lap. “Clever girl!”
“Ha-ha-ha,” John said flatly. “Yes, I’m the idiot, now both of you can go sit on the step, ha-ha-ha.”
Molly giggled and leaned back against Sherlock’s chest while he gave her a peck on the cheek…
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