Oooooo, I want the Mrs. Hudson's nephews fic so much! Holmes with kids is the most adorable thing ever. I can just imagine it in your voice, and it's perfect, and oh, the preemptive joy! Pleasepleaseplease? *bats eyelashes* Would a bribe help? 'Cause I happen to have one-- or eight-- sitting about...


Angst: Mycroft fears Sherlock’s eulogy for Watson, wary of graveside confessions.

Fluff: Holmes’ verdict on the latest Strand—“Tolerable”—provokes matching grins.

UST: In coffeepots, in mirrors, and, sometimes, directly, Holmes watches.

Friendship: Watson forgets Holmes’ birthdays purposefully. It’s the best possible present.

Hurt/Comfort: Watson invents fantastical revenges for Grüner, Holmes laughing despite bruises.

Adventure: “If you will just slip your revolver into your pocket…”

Smut: Watson’s mouth, tutored on three continents, is worth the risk.

Humor: “No, I will not call Watson my brother-in-law. Really, Sherlock…”