Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Diapers, Dummies, mentions of spanking, Little Jawn, Little Sherlock, Broken Bones, Age Play Summary:
Broken bones are bad enough. Broken bones on a 40 year old toddler are even worse.
Chapters: 4/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Diapers, Dummies, mentions of spanking, Little Jawn, Little Sherlock, Broken Bones, Age Play Summary:
Broken bones are bad enough. Broken bones on a 40 year old toddler are even worse.
Chapter 4 is up!!!! Come read the RP turned fic that @sadieandmo and I created ^_^
“And you know you’re supposed to rest quietly, if you can’t sleep. Pushing buttons on your toys doesn’t count.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“I’m bein’ q’y’it. Toy makes a noises.” Sherlock demonstrated by making the set of keys play ‘London bridge’.
sadieandmo:
“Then the toy gets to sit in time-out.” John reached down into the crib and plucked up the little plastic keyboard.
squeakpigsrevenge:
Sherlock pouts as John puts a kiss on his forehead. John makes it all the way to the sitting room before something in the nursery starts mooing.
sadieandmo:
“Okay. This is not what we’re doing, Sherlock…it’s quiet time.” John unlatches the sides of the crib, and Sherlock’s tummy flutters.
squeakpigsrevenge: 😮
squeakpigsrevenge:
John pulled back the covers and took a set of toy keys, several squeakers, and a harmonica. Under the pillow he found his own cellphone. “Is that all of it.” John pointed the phone at him menacingly. “Cause if I have to come back in here, your bum is going to pay the price.”
sadieandmo: Aw, I was going for nice 😛
squeakpigsrevenge: Oh!
Damnit!
Rewrite! Do it!
You can still make it nice
sadieandmo:
Sherlock sniffled as he laid back down on his pillow and nodded up at John. “Y’ah, p’omise.”
“Good. You’ve got a half hour left.” John put all the toys back in their designated basket, and pocketed his own phone.
“Da’yee?”
John stopped in the doorway.
“…C’n have Bumble, p’ease?”
Well, of course John wasn’t going to deny him that. John fetched the fluffy, puffy bee and passed him down to waiting arms. “Just 25 for minutes; I know you’re going to count them,” he said, slipping Sherlock’s dummy back into his mouth and patting his hip.
Chapters: 3/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Diapers, Dummies, mentions of spanking, Little Jawn, Little Sherlock, Broken Bones, Age Play Summary:
Broken bones are bad enough. Broken bones on a 40 year old toddler are even worse.
WHAAAAAT! Chapter three is up and ready read!!!! Come leave awesome comments for me an @sadieandmo!!!!
Embie:
Despite the sock index, his socks are constantly only half on. One usually lost. Luckily he likes mixed socks when he’s small
Sadie:
Nine times out of ten, he ends up barefoot. He likes to wiggle his toes.
Embie:
When he’s teeny tiny his favorite game is having someone pretend to eat his toes
Sadie:
That’s G’egs favorite time; he could sit and listen to Sherlock laugh like that for hours.
Embie:
“I’m soooo hungry. Mycroft, is it time for supper?”
“We can order in if you like.” Mycroft said without looking up from his paperwork.
“Fee’, fee’, fee’!!!!”
“Feet for supper? My favorite!”
Mycroft would huff about the squealing laughter.
Sadie:
Sooo cute!
Sadie:
Sherlock has quite a
sizable collection of ‘little’ socks for someone who’s barefoot so much.
It’s similar to the dummy situation…so many bright, cute choices, at
relatively low cost, and options are readily sold everywhere. His favorites are the long toe-socks that make his toes look like ten little bees.
Embie:
“Bee, bee, bee!!!!”
Instead of “fee’ fee’ fee’!!!” Greg tells him that his toe jamz taste
just like honey. John makes gaggy noises but Sherlock is delighted!
Sadie:
Greg would cackle heartily, then tell Sherlock to go give Daddy a ‘taste’.
Embie:
Jawn just sits there with his arms crossed when Greg pretends to eat his f’wogs. ‘Tha’ is nah funny, G’eg.“
Sadie:
"I disagree,” Greg said, squeezing one frog and making it squeak. “Your frogs think I’m hilarious.”
Embie:
Jawn frowned, unwilling to disagree with the wisdom of f’wogs.
Sadie:
“Wha’ does o’vver f’og
say?” Sherlock piped in, leaning over Jawn’s feet. He had taken off one
of his bee socks and was cuddling it to his face like a mini-blanket
while he sucked his thumb.
Embie:
Greg leaned in and listened intently as the frog squeaked a few times. “This frog doesn’t speak English.” Greg shrugged.
“He said ribbit ribbit. That’s all.”
“Y’ibbit means no.” Jawn pulled his foot out of Greg’s grasp.
Sadie:
“Then how do frogs say ‘yes’?” Greg asked, grinning at him.
Jawn chewed on one of his fingers and stared down at his froggy-feet, thinking.
Sherlock reached down and squeaked the other one, giggling as Jawn tucked his feet further away and glared.
Chapters: 2/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Diapers, Dummies, mentions of spanking, Little Jawn, Little Sherlock, Broken Bones Summary:
Broken bones are bad enough. Broken bones on a 40 year old toddler are even worse.
squeakpigsrevenge: Yup. Dummies are a god send. It keeps pens, glasses, fingers, cigarettes, and all manor of other things out of his mouth.
sadieandmo: That’s why they have so many at both homes. Nothing quiets Sherlock down faster than a dummy or a warm bottle.
squeakpigsrevenge: Though in a pinch his thumb will do. Though John prefers not. He has lovely teeth. It would be a shame if they were ruined.
sadieandmo: Though when he does get in the mood, he prefers dummies. He’s also a chewer.
squeakpigsrevenge: He blames Jawn for all the dummies with holes in the nipples but that’s only half true
sadieandmo: That’s nothing he’d ever admit, though…mostly because he’s never aware he’s doing it until the damage is done.
squeakpigsrevenge: They buy several teething dummies, and that works for a while. Until Sherlock chokes on a bit he chewed off.
sadieandmo: Thankfully, it hadn’t been large enough to completely cut off his airway….it just got caught in his throat and made him cough until he eventually got it up. Still, he was wrecked for the rest of the day.
squeakpigsrevenge: They had pa’scicles cause Sherlock’s throat hurt.
squeakpigsrevenge: You know they end up with two dogs. One blood hound mix that most certainly did not stay lap sized Greg Lestrade! And a corgi because Mycroft can’t help himself.
sadieandmo: Sherlock would be in heaven. 😛
squeakpigsrevenge: John would be pissed but Jawn would be over the moooo
squeakpigsrevenge: ^mooooon
squeakpigsrevenge: Also over the moooo
sadieandmo:Neither of those puppy’s feet ever touched the ground for the next three months.
sadieandmo: They were carried everywhere
squeakpigsrevenge: I think they call the hound dog somethin like Bess. Cause she’s Sherlock’s bes’ fren’
sadieandmo: Mycroft gave the corgi some posh-sounding name because of COURSE he did (eyeroll), but Sherlock and Jawn take to calling him Wiggle, because since he has no tail to wag, he just wiggles his whole body.
squeakpigsrevenge: Cuuuuuuuuttttte
squeakpigsrevenge: Bess and Wiggle Watson Holmes
sadieandmo: Pretty soon ‘Wiggle’ is all he’ll respond to. 😛
sadieandmo: Sherlock loves playing hide and seek with Bess.
sadieandmo: She’s got the Bloodhound nose.
squeakpigsrevenge: Of course. Mycroft is like “Joffrey Buchanan Elsevier! You stop rubbing you bottom on the rug!”
squeakpigsrevenge: Jawn has to be touching wiggles ears to sleep. They are huge and floppy and soft. They are a puddle together a lot
sadieandmo: It makes Jawn a little mad that John has to go to work at the clinic, while Sherlock gets to be with the doggies all day.
squeakpigsrevenge: Aww 😦
sadieandmo: Sherlock starts taking them on walks by the clinic during John’s lunch time so he can visit.
squeakpigsrevenge: But that’s hard too because the puppy friends make his headspace slip and he can’t just leave work because the puppies visited
sadieandmo: To help him age his headspace back up if he needs it, Sherlock slips him a quiet “Da’yee” during the cheek kiss before they leave.
squeakpigsrevenge: John pats his bum on the way out the door. He’s still sad he can’t go with them, but he’ll muddle through.
squeakpigsrevenge: The worst bit is all the attention Sherlock gets when holding the leashes of two rollie puppies. He’s damn near a god
sadieandmo: It’s mostly girls, so John doesn’t mind *too* much, since this is Sherlock we’re talking about…but dammit, he doesn’t have to flirt back so much! Even if it’s just for a laugh!
squeakpigsrevenge: Sherlock likes the rough possessive sex after. John demanding to know who Sherlock belongs too. They shut Bess and wiggle into their playpen before they mad dash for the bedroom
sadieandmo: Sherlock loves collapsing on the bed and having John’s full weight on top of him after, while he’s still inside. Then the puppies start howling because they feel left out, and Sherlock and John both start to laugh.
squeakpigsrevenge: Even tho Bess is still little she still has that deep ‘arrrooooo’ howl of hounds. Wiggle tries to keep up, but, well
sadieandmo: It turns into a lot of shrill yaps with a crazy deep bay every minute or so.
squeakpigsrevenge:Awww. Poor pu’bbies
sadieandmo: Sherlock wants the puppies (or ‘the babies’, as he calls them) to sleep in the bed with them, but John says they’re both too little. They’d either make a mess or fall off and get hurt, or get squished.
squeakpigsrevenge:
John pulls out and they both groan. "Are you putting on a nappy or pants?“
"Neither. Go rescue them!”
They end up with a huge fluffy bed in the corner. Sherlock sneaks out of bed and sleeps on the floor with them.
squeakpigsrevenge: Sherlock tries to sneak them into the crib with him as well.
sadieandmo:
“They’re too young, Sherlock.”
“But it’s the crib! It’s *meant* for babies!”
“And they could easily get their little heads stuck in the slats. The best place for them is their bed on the floor, love.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“Bu’ I wanna s’eep wif a pu’bbies. P’ease Da’yee?”
“You’ll be sleeping in the same room as the puppies.”
“Is nah a same.”
John grumbles that Sherlock never put up this big a fuss to sleep with him.
sadieandmo:
“I s’eeps w’if you all’a time!”
Even then, Sherlock still has to settle for taking naps on the couch with them. But at night, the puppies have to go to their own bed.
squeakpigsrevenge: Jawn is even worse. He actually fits in the pu’bby bed. He curls up in it even when they are busy playing. They end up a literal puppy pile
sadieandmo: It’s a good thing the puppies are getting regular baths….even if it’s only because Sherlock literally picked them up and put them in the bath with him because John stepped out to grab a fresh towel.
squeakpigsrevenge:The only time either htgenz
squeakpigsrevenge: Wtf tumblr!!!!
sadieandmo: lmao!
squeakpigsrevenge: Anyways!!! The only time either of them have mixed feelings about the new babies is when Mr. Bumble has one of his legs chewed off. They forgot to put them in the pen before rushing out for a case. There were other casualties but that was a big one. Nana sews Mr. Bumble a peg leg
sadieandmo: Clean-up becomes an absolute necessity instead of just a chore; if you don’t want it chewed on, put it away. Sherlock couldn’t care less about most of the toys, but he cried when he found Mr. Bumble.
squeakpigsrevenge: Bess came over and put her head in his lap. She didn’t know why her boy was crying.
sadieandmo:
“They’re only babies, Sherlock,” John explains softly. “They didn’t know how special Bumble is.”
“Y-y’ah.” Sherlock sniffles and scrubs his eyes. He wasn’t mad, just sad.
squeakpigsrevenge:
“We can’d f’row him away.”
“What?”
“F’row away broked toys.”
“Oh god, sweetheart, we are not throwing away Bumble. We can fix his leg.”
“Fix ‘im?”
sadieandmo:
“Yeah, I bet Nana will sew him back up if you ask her nicely and give her a kiss.” John scoops Sherlock up into his lap for a much-needed cuddle. “He’ll be good as new.”
Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Additional Tags: Non-Sexual Age Play, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Diapers, Dummies, mentions of spanking, Little Jawn, Little Sherlock, Broken Bones Summary:
Broken bones are bad enough. Broken bones on a 40 year old toddler are even worse.
@sadieandmo and I wrote an RP turned fic!!!!! go read it and say nice things to us!!!! <3<3<3
squeakpigsrevenge: Yup. Dummies are a god send. It keeps pens, glasses, fingers, cigarettes, and all manor of other things out of his mouth.
sadieandmo: That’s why they have so many at both homes. Nothing quiets Sherlock down faster than a dummy or a warm bottle.
squeakpigsrevenge: Though in a pinch his thumb will do. Though John prefers not. He has lovely teeth. It would be a shame if they were ruined.
sadieandmo: Though when he does get in the mood, he prefers dummies. He’s also a chewer.
squeakpigsrevenge: He blames Jawn for all the dummies with holes in the nipples but that’s only half true
sadieandmo: That’s nothing he’d ever admit, though…mostly because he’s never aware he’s doing it until the damage is done.
squeakpigsrevenge: They buy several teething dummies, and that works for a while. Until Sherlock chokes on a bit he chewed off.
sadieandmo: Thankfully, it hadn’t been large enough to completely cut off his airway….it just got caught in his throat and made him cough until he eventually got it up. Still, he was wrecked for the rest of the day.
squeakpigsrevenge: They had pa’scicles cause Sherlock’s throat hurt.
sadieandmo:
John was furious. “They make these things for kids, for christ’sakes!” he shouts as he tosses the ruined dummy out.
“Most children aren’t chewing them with a full set of teeth,” Mycroft calmly points out, bouncing Sherlock in his lap.
squeakpigsrevenge:
“Still. I’m going to send them an email.”
Mycroft rolled his eyes. Dramatics as usual at 221B.
sadieandmo:
Mycroft thinks about asking what John thinks he’s going to say in this email; that his 40 year old baby nearly strangled on their product that was not specifically intended for him?
But he doesn’t, not with said baby in the room and John already shouting. “We’ll just have to watch him using his dummies more closely,” he says, looking down at him. “Perhaps look into other forms of teething rings.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“We could try those rubber dog biscuits.” Greg offers, not looking up from his paper.
John looks made enough to spit.
“Bis’sits!” Sherlock claps his hands.
sadieandmo:
“See? Makes’im happy.” Greg reaches over with one hand and pinches Sherlock’s cheek, making him squeal.
“He’s not getting a dog toy.”
“Why not? They’re basically the same as baby toys…they’re furry and they squeak.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“Bis’sit?” Sherlock held up his hands, waiting for his treat.
“He wouldn’t be able to chew it to bits.” Mycroft shrugged, pulling Sherlock’s hands down and covering them with kisses.
“Your both seriously suggesting…”
sadieandmo:
“Who else would care?” Greg folded his paper down and shrugged. “It’s not like it’d be a used one or anythin’.”
“It’s. A. Dog. Toy.”
“How about we let Sherlock decide.” Greg turns to Sherlock, who’s still sitting in Mycroft’s lap and giggling at his brother. “ ‘ey, Sherlock, would you care if you got a new dog toy this afternoon?”
“Greg!..”
Sherlock turned to him, his eyes wide. “Puppy?”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“Yep, a toy for a puppy.”
Sherlock turned wide eyes to John, “puppy, Da’yee?”
“No, love, we cannot have a puppy.”
“Puppy, My’coff?” Sherlock pulled out his best puppy dog eyes, wobbly lip and all.
“We’re talking about a toy to chew on. Not a new pet.”
“A boy needs a dog.”
“Puppy?”
“You wanna take care of it?!?!”
sadieandmo:
“I wouldn’t mind, actually. We’ve already got two part-time gremlins that live here; a third can’t hurt.” Greg gave John a look and snapped his paper back up.
“Gregory…”
“Yes, love?”
“Don’t be incendiary.”
Sherlock took turns looking between all three men while chewing on a finger. “…Pu’bby?”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“You already have a puppy. Where is Gladstone?”
“G’ads’one?” Sherlock looked around the table for his puppy but shrugged at John. “Puppy?”
“Great. Thank you, Greg,” John huffed, pointing a finger at him, “You are dealing with this strop.”
“I’ll deal with it by getting him a p-u-p-p-y.”
sadieandmo:
“The hell you will.”
“The hell I will.”
“It can live at your house, then!“
"Fine!”
Mycroft covers Sherlock’s ears. “The bloody hell it will! Gregory!”
Greg heaves a sigh and puts his paper aside…he wasn’t going to get to finish it that day. “I don’t see what the bloody deal about getting a smart-sized dog! It’d be good for both of them!”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“We already change nappies! If you think I’m cleaning up dog mess…”
“PUPPY?” Sherlock near shouted. He couldn’t hear anything with My’coff’s huge hands on his ears.
“You change far fewer nappies than I do, dearest.” Greg gave Mycroft an insincere smoochy face. “I imagine I’d be responsible for this bit as well.”
Mycroft’s indignant face was almost worth the real fight that would happen later.
sadieandmo:
“I change plenty of nappies.”
“Such as the time Sherlock caught that stomach bug that had him firin’ from both ends, and you were nowhere to be seen for two days?”
Mycroft scoffed. “I couldn’t afford to get sick then..”
“Still. Honestly, we could make a dog happen…between the three of us working on a regular basis, Sherlock’s here by himself most of the week, ‘cept for weekends.”
“And that’s supposed to be a plus for your side of the argument?”
“Come off it, you told me he was great with his dog, and that was back when he really was a kid!”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“He’d experiment on it,” John frowned, “Hell, he experiments on us.”
“If he experiments on the dog, we wallop his behind.”
Mycroft and John stared at each other before looking at the baby.
Sherlock, who’d given up, was leaning against Mycroft’s chest, sucking his fingers, Mycroft’s hands still covering his ears.
“Nana is going to be pissed off.”
“He could share his rubber biscuits.” Greg smirked.
sadieandmo:
“Greg I’m gonna kick your arse.”
“Don’t make me wash your mouth out.”
John glares at him, then leans against the kitchen counter and hangs his head. “I can’t believe it. It started with dummies.”
Greg beamed and stood proudly, victorious. “D’yah hear that, Sherlock? You get a…!” Greg looks down and stops, the nudges Mycroft. “Uncover his ears already!”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“You’ve tricked us. This wasn’t as spur of the moment as it seems.” Mycroft glared at him, slowly moving his hands from Sherlock’s shoulders to his hips. “I’ll get you.”
“And my little dog, too?”
“Puppy?”
“Yep.” Greg clapped and rubbed his hands together. “I met a guy a few weeks ago. His puppies will be old enough to adopt any day now.”
“Puppy?!!!!” Sherlock bolted out of Mycroft’s lap.
sadieandmo:
John and Mycroft shared a look as Greg practically swept Sherlock up off his feet.
“ ‘Met a guy’, hm? Mycroft drawled.
"Knew ‘im from work; he trains the sniffer dogs.”
“The sniffer-!?” John gapes at him. “You’re talking about a BLOODHOUND?! What happened to a smart-sized dog?”
“Nah,” Greg scoffed, and would have waved John away if he hadn’t had both hands under Sherlock’s bum.“One of his studs got loose and got his neighbor’s dog knocked up. The pups’ll get no bigger than a cocker spaniel.”
“Pu’bby, Da’yee!” Sherlock twisted in Greg’s arms and gave John a stunningly happy smile. “I ge’d a pu’bby!” he said again, his eyes shiny.
squeakpigsrevenge:
John deflated. Who in hell could say no to that. “Yea. Looks like.”
“This is a horrendous idea.” Mycroft told no one in particular.
“You can even pick which one you want.”
“Pi’ pu’bby?” Sherlock brought his hands to Greg’s cheeks, gently touching.
“Yes. You get to pick which puppy should join our family.”
“Three piddle monsters, destroying my rugs and keeping me from a good nights sleep.”
“Mycroft you’re talking to yourself, love.” Greg said, dropping the baby into his lap.
sadieandmo:
“But you’ve GOT to take care of him, Sherlock,” John interjected. “You’re going to be responsible for him.”
Sherlock turned to look at John, nodding quickly. “Y’ah, y’ah! P’omise! My bay-bee!” He turned back to Greg, babbling happily.
“That means no experimenting on it.”
Sherlock stopped, then whipped around again, looking highly offended. “I wouldn’!!!!”
John cocked his eyebrow at him. “I thought the same thing about me.”
“Bu’ you big! Pu’bby isn’!”
squeakpigsrevenge:
John rolled his eyes. “Great. Good. Thanks.”
“Go ge’ bay-bee righ’ now?” Sherlock asked. John was a grumpy daddy and Sherlock took it in stride.
“Unfortunately you’ll have to be big to meet the puppies.”
“Big?”
“Yes. When we go to Steven’s house to see the puppies you’ll have to be big…biggish at least.”
“Why aren’t you using this as an opportunity to extort good behavior for years to come?” Mycroft asked John.
“Cause it’s not as if I can withhold a dog as punishment.”
sadieandmo:
“Well…”
“No.” Greg gave Mycroft a strong look.
Mycroft shrugged. “Merely a suggestion.”
“The punishments we have work well enough as is.” Greg turned back to Sherlock, who was back to chewing on his finger and looking worried. “Mycroft was just teasin’, love…no one’s gonna take away your puppy once you’ve got ‘im.”
“…Rea’yee?” Sherlock asked in a tiny voice.
“Really. Once he’s yours, he’s yours.”
squeakpigsrevenge:
“I f’ink is a girl pu’bby.”
“She will be all yours then.” Greg gave him a squeeze, giving Mycroft the evil eye over Sherlock’s head.
“When ge’ bay-bee? G’eg? When?”
“Let me call and see what time works for Steven.”
“Stee’ben gi’b me pu’bby?”
“Yep.”
“Jawn ge’ pu’bby, too?”
sadieandmo:
“One. We’re getting one puppy.”
“Well, at least he thought about me,” John said as he came around the counter. “Come on, big boy, you need a change.”
“I do?” Sherlock looked down at his lap.
“Yeah, you do,” John took Sherlock hands and helped him off Greg’s lap. “And I was gonna give you a hug, but if you don’t want one…”
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