#Stella Hopkins/Sally Donovan

[moodywritesmoody]

The Rivers of New Scotland Yard (A Stally fanfic).

“Donovan!” she said like it had been a long time, “This is a cute place, I almost didn’t find it, I accidentally typed ‘Sist-er Barista’ instead of Sist-a. But fortunately my powers of deduction came through in time.” She wiggled her long eyebrows, flung down her various work bags and settled into the chair opposite.

Stella saying this was simply a formality, they both understood that embarrassing Sally was Hopkins’ very unique love language.

Stella just levelled her with a shit-eating stare (the lower grade cousin of the shit-eating grin). “Don’t think I didn’t see your little stingy quarter smile, Donovan. In Japan they call people like you ‘Tsundere’, little Tsundere-chan.”

“I know what a bloody Tsundere is.”

“Oh right, little brothers; you know you act so much like an only child so I forget.”

Sally wanted to feel insulted but she wasn’t quite sure in what way.

“Hey,” Hopkins continued, hardly breathing between phrases, “Have I shown you my new jacket yet? It’s just in time for the cold front this week; at last London weather has seen my charms and smiled on me. If only that was the general effect I had on women.” The last part was probably for herself since Sally barely heard it. It was also, as far as Sally had observed over the years, ridiculously untrue; an odd lack of self awareness to this specific thing that was cute at first, but became increasingly irritating and on occasion, concerning.

“Wow,” Sally contributed, “another leather Jacket. Are you already sick of the other eight?”

“This IS the eighth actually.”

“Also, I know your salary, and it is not a patent leather jacket salary by far; so what’s the truth, Hopkins?”

“I save for emergencies, just like you do.”

“Clearly we don’t have the same emergencies. Or the economy just works different for you.”

Stella took a tentative swipe of the coffee table, dispelling some crumbs. She seemed to be considering this point carefully. All their conversations about money happened carefully.

“Well, let me give you a secret, as your ex.”

“Your what?”

“Your ex colleague.”

“Go on.”

“If you steal the office loo paper you can save for nicer things.”

…

(Chapter 1 Snippet)

[moodywritesmoody]

Yo what if we mixed theory and fiction. Reconstructive fiction. Meta made flesh??

“An attempt to create a new conceptual terrain for imagining alternatives to imprisonment involves the ideological work of questioning why "criminals" have been constituted as a class and, indeed, a class of human beings undeserving of the civil and human rights accorded to others. Radical criminologists have long pointed out that the category "lawbreakers" is far greater than the category of individuals who are deemed criminals since, many point out, almost all of us have broken the law at one time or another.” ― Angela Y. Davis, Are Prisons Obsolete?

[starfleetholmes]

women of bbc sherlock 🌙

[sherlockladylove]

Sally Donovan & Stella Hopkins

    ╚ partners in... fighting crime and all other areas 

[wipbigbang]

Story Post: No More Regrets (BBC Sherlock)

Story Title: No More Regrets Fandom: BBC Sherlock Link(s): AO3 Summary: Molly Hooper prefers a life limited to her teaching at King's College, the occasional consult for Scotland Yard and evenings with her cat and a good book, but her best mates think she should expand her horizons. On one of their regular "Let's get Molly a social life" nights, Molly meets a man who saves her from a sticky situation, but before she can get to know this Sherlock fellow any better she has to leave the pub. She thinks it's a fleeting "what might have been" moment, but Sherlock has other ideas about that. Warnings: Mild non-graphic violence Characters: Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes, Mary Morstan, Sally Donovan, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Irene Adler, James Moriarty, Stella Hopkins & OMCs Pairings: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, John Watson/Mary Morstan, Greg Lestrade/Sally Donovan When I Started: May 19th, 2015 How I Lost My Shit: I actually had this plotted out once I hit chapter 19, and it seemed as though no matter what I did I couldn’t bring myself to write chapter 22. So that began the long hiatus for this fic. How I Finished My Shit: Panic & pride. I have had the hell of a last few months (seriously, I think I’m cursed) and the closer the deadline got for the five days I had claimed where I had no new fics to show for it, I decided screw everything else, I was going to write and try and finish as many as I could. This was the first one I was able to finish, and it got a pretty good reception, so I was glad it ended up making people happy.

[roguefankc]

A wonderful commission from @anotherwellkeptsecret displaying a little future excerpt for my Deadpool/Sherlock crossover: Deadpool’s Bestest, Best Besties, (many thanks Kelley!) where Sally Donovan and Inspector Dimmock of Scotland Yard team up with the insufferable Deadpool of Marvel.

...it goes as well as you’d expect.

“Uh, Sally? Are you sure this is safe?” Dimmock asked warily. “Look, this was the only thing I could think of that could keep that nutcase busy and out from doing anything destructive or distracting! He’s just playing a bloody stupid card game! What possible damage could Deadpool do playing ‘Cards Against Humanity’ by himself?!” Sally demanded. (one Gilligan Cut later...) “All right, the good news is that the fire is now under control, only a few rooms were completely incinerated, and other than some cases of minor smoke inhalation, no one was seriously injured, and everyone managed to evacuate safely,” Dimmock stated. Sally Donovan acted like she didn’t hear as she wearily remained sitting on the pavement. Her clothes sooty and stained, Sally rested her elbows on her knees and clutched her forehead in an attempt to quell the immense migraine. In the background, the oblivious and carefree Deadpool was whistling a cheerful rendition of “Zippidy Doo Da” as he was toasting a chimichanga, a hot dog, a banana, a turkey leg, and an uncooked, unopened package of “Cup o’ Noodles”. On his katana sword. And using the flames that were currently engulfing the recently built Scotland Yard building. Amid a sea of annoyed and angry officers, civilians, reporters, and firemen. Sally's silence was the cue for Dimmock to continue... “The bad news is that the rooms that were destroyed by the fire were actually quite vital. Such as the cold case room…” Sally winced, remembering that a good number of their cold cases had physical reports on paper and other flammable evidence that was now as good as gone… “Lestrade’s office…” All right, that was bad, but Greg would be understanding. If he could forgive Sally for her role in Sherlock’s Fall, then he'd forgive her for this one… “The Chief Super’s office…” And that would explain why the Chief Superintendent, despite being filmed by numerous cameramen and reporters, was currently jumping up and down on the sidewalk, screaming an absolute fit and his entire face purple… “And due to sprinklers going off and the extensive water damage, we’ll have to move back to our old headquarters for an indefinite amount of time until the repairs and investigation is finished,” concluded Dimmock. Which meant that they would have to spend overtime moving their waterlogged computers and files and needing to get back on track with only half of their resources and security, and this entire disruption putting everyone off physically and mentally, and making the entirety of Scotland Yard a joke in front of hundreds of thousands of people that was most likely going to be in the news the very next hour… “I miss Sherlock…” Sally declared wearily. Dimmock actually paused and gave Sally Donovan a long look for several seconds before he then trusted himself to speak. “I’m sorry?” “Don’t make me repeat it, but I miss Sherlock Holmes,” Sally said, rubbing her face in her hands. There was another pause before Dimmock then called out to Inspector Hopkins. “Hey Stella!” Stella and a few officers looked up. “TIME! Sally just said she missed Sherlock! Who won the pool?!” “I’ll let you know when we can go back into the office!” called back Stella as a few officers groaned at the news. “You couldn’t have waited for one more day to toss up things with Deadpool, Donovan?!” whined one officer, “I lost five hundred quid!” “…I hate all of you,” Sally was all she could declare. Deadpool, who was happily chomping on the chimichanga he was roasting, offered out his katana blade to Sally. “Want my hot dog?” Deadpool asked innocently. Sally’s eye absolutely twitched…

[lapuslazulli]

Chapters: 9/? Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Molly Hooper/Stella Hopkins, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Stella Hopkins, Harry Watson, Sally Donovan, Ella Thompson Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Neighbors, Blind Date, Romantic Comedy, Domestic Life at 221B Baker Street, Widower John Watson, Pianist Sherlock Holmes, Awesome Mrs. Hudson, Developing Relationship, Slow Burn, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Masturbation, Pining Sherlock Holmes Summary:

There is a very thin wall between 221b and 221c.   As if by fate, it has separated two sitting rooms that now almost morph back into one. One sitting room belongs to Sherlock Holmes (43), a pianist; and the other one to Dr John H. Watson (45), whatever he might be after everything. Theoretically, John's a war hero, an ex-surgeon, a widower, and he’s telling everyone that he develops a game which might take a lifetime.

There is a wall between them, but they cannot be separated.

[chriscalledmesweetie]

Sherlock Femslash

In celebration of this month’s @transformativeworks Fandom First Friday theme, here are my Sherlock fics with femslash primary pairings:

Princess Sherlock and the Pea (fem!Sherlock/fem!John, 778 words, rated G) Once upon a time there was a clever princess named Sherlock. The king and queen wanted their daughter to marry a royal prince. Princess Sherlock, however, was adamantly opposed to the idea. “Princes are not my area,” she said.

Long Fingers, Short Nails (fem!Sherlock/fem!John, 221 words, teen) Does Sherlock keep her fingernails short because she's a violinist, or a lesbian, or both?

Sleeping Irene (Irene Adler/Molly Hooper, 2501 words, teen) A feminist retelling of Sleeping Beauty, with Molly as the unlikely hero.

And here are my Johnlock fics with femslash side-pairings:

Chemistry (Irene Adler/Molly Hooper, 5676 words, teen) Sherlock and Molly are the only two members of the Chemistry Club at McKinley High School. Their coach, Lestrade, is having an affair with Principal Mycroft. Jim Moriarty — coach of the Fruit Loops — is sending in his head cheerleader, Irene, as a spy. And John goes to a rival school, so he and Sherlock haven’t met yet, but you can bet that when they do there’s going to be… Chemistry.

Mockin’ Around the Christmas Tree (Irene Adler/Molly Hooper, 123 words, rated G) Sherlock may enjoy mocking the feelings of others, but it turns out that he has some of his own.

But Not Sherlock (Irene Adler/Janine Hawkins, Molly Hooper/Harry Watson, 152 words, rated G) Everyone's having a gay old time at the Baker Street Easter party - except Sherlock. Can John entice him to join in the fun?

 Not Entirely Clueless (Molly Hooper/Stella Hopkins, Irene Adler/Sally Donovan, 130591 words, teen) Sherlock Holmes, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and a gay disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; yet he had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to interest or intrigue him. And then the murders began.

[basure]

me everytime one of the sherlock ladies appears on screen, is named or subtly referenced

[solrosan]

Stay safe.

You too.

They say it every day, sometimes more than once. They say it with a smile, sometimes with a quick kiss. They say it out of habit. They say it out of love.

Most of the time they don’t think about it. It’s work. It’s life. It’s their everyday. There’s paperwork and forms and overtime reports and bad coffee in the breakroom. There’s communal work and endless statements. There’s phone calls and going through records and waiting for information and more bad coffee.

But stay safe. Be safe. I need you to come home tonight.

[moodywritesmoody]

Stella and Sally see Tchaikovsky

I guess this will have to do instead of mass dropping 13 chapters of fic. I’ll trauma dump in the author notes as I post bit by bit over the next year instead. Assuming no asteroids hit or aliens announce global rulership… and even then I’ll prolly still post.

Life of a shrine rat

[imnova]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Irene Adler/Kate (Sherlock), Anthea/Sally Donovan, Molly Hooper/Stella Hopkins Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Anthea (Sherlock), Greg Lestrade, Molly Hooper, Sally Donovan, Philip Anderson, Dimmock (Sherlock), Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), possibly - Character, Kate (Sherlock), maybe - Character Additional Tags: Christmas Party, Jumpers, Christmas Jumpers, Christmas Fluff, Humor, Mistletoe, Dancing Summary:

John manages to persuade Sherlock to participate to the Christmas Jumper Day party at Scotland Yard. So, for some reason the brilliant sevenpercent found herself inspired to podfic this old story of mine. I’m on the moon, of course. <3 <3 <3

[sherlockladylove]

That’s how we met. Office romance.

[wipbigbang]

Artists needed!!

The WIP Big Bang still has a few fics that desperately need to be claimed for art. If you’re interested in claiming this one, or want to check out the others, please see this post.

Story Title: No More Regrets Pairings, Characters: Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, John Watson/Mary Morstan, Greg Lestrade/Sally Donovan; Sherlock Holmes, Molly Hooper, Mary Morstan, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Sally Donovan, James Moriarty, Irene Adler, Stella Hopkins, Victor Trevor, OMCs Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Mild violence Summary: Molly Hooper prefers a life limited to her teaching at King's College, the occasional consult for Scotland Yard and evenings with her cat and a good book, but her best mates think she should expand her horizons. On one of their regular "Let's get Molly a social life" nights, Molly meets a man who saves her from a sticky situation, but before she can get to know this Sherlock fellow any better she has to leave the pub. She thinks it's a fleeting "what might have been" moment, but Sherlock has other ideas about that.

[vateacancameos]

Here We Are As In Olden Days, Part 22

Day 22 of @missdaviswrites  December Sherlock ficlet challenge.

22 December, Party Time

Sherlock | Molly POV | Hoopkins friendship or pre-slash | Johnlock | Ficlet | ao3 link For context, read Day 14 first.

I’m traveling Friday, so I’m posting two chapters today (22 and 23). This is the 1st one.

“They’re different, right? It’s not just me?”

Molly breaks out of her vague staring at the fairy lights to find Sergeant Donovan standing in front of her. She takes a swig of her beer and nods her head over to the kitchen where John and Sherlock are doing something with the food. They’ve been better hosts than usual at this year’s holiday ‘do. Not that hard given how terrible their last party was. Last time there was John’s girlfriend glaring at John glaring at Sherlock being a big prick. Yes, this year, there’s a lack of tension overall, and more people to talk to.

“Oh yes. This year’s party is loads better. But you weren’t at the other one, were you?”

The sergeant laughs. “I’ve heard stories. But no, I meant the two of them in general. They’re acting different today.”

Molly studies the pair. John’s explaining something while refreshing the crisps and punch on the table. Sherlock, not doing whatever he’s meant to be doing, is looking down at John fondly. Softly. Yes, Molly had noticed that. It’s not all that different than she’s seen him look before, but this time it’s open, rather than just when John isn’t looking. And John has been freer with his touching. Nothing that would scream “we’re a couple,” but definitely more touching than is normal for him and Sherlock.

“Yeah, I suppose they are,” Molly finally agrees. “Good for them.” She’s happy for them. Her crush on Sherlock long dead, she’s content to let Sherlock find happiness with someone who complements him, which is definitely one Dr. John Watson.

The sergeant—Sally, she’d said to call her Sally—gives her a lopsided grin. “Yeah, it really is good for them.” She leans in secretively. “Think that means he’ll go a little easier on the rest of us?”

Molly snickers. “In any normal person? Maybe. But Sherlock? Not likely.”

Sally shrugs. “You’re probably right. So, you’ve been to their parties before. This one rates far better?”

“Oh yes! Much more relaxed. “There’s actual food. And no tension or rude comments. More people too.”

Molly usually doesn’t care for crowds, but she likes everyone here tonight. Well, Sherlock’s brother dropped ‘round earlier, and he’s always creeped her out a bit, but he only stayed about ten minutes. But everyone remaining is quite pleasant. She looks around. There’s only one person…

“But someone is missing?” Sally pulls Molly out of her perusal of the room with the query.

“What? No. Well. It’s just… Stella, um, DI Hopkins, said she might drop by. I have something for her, but she’s not been by yet.”

Sally tilts her head, and Molly feels a bit like she’s being x-rayed. Finally, Sally smirks. “She’ll be here. Wrapping up paperwork on a case. Said she’d be a bit late, but coming.”

“Oh. Good.” God, she sounds so silly. Why does everything about Stella seem so different all of a sudden? They were colleagues, then friends. Then Stella (likely suspect, at least) started leaving Molly advent gifts. Then Molly began to wonder why. Now… now what? Stella was just being friendly, right? Then why is Sally smirking at Molly like that? She didn’t sign up for any of this.

She manages to force out a bit more small talk before moving onto Mrs. Hudson, who doesn’t really need another speaking person to participate in the conversation. The things she says offhandedly reinforce the idea that John and Sherlock’s relationship has recently been upgraded. Molly is happy for them. Things have been rough lately. They deserve a little happiness.

Molly is brought out of her contemplations on how she also deserves happiness when there’s a tap on her shoulder. She turns to see a grinning Stella behind her. Molly relaxes a bit. Stella always has that effect on her.

“Sorry I’m late! Work was a bear today. Loads of paperwork.” Stella removes hat and scarf as she explains. She looks around for a coatrack, shrugs when there’s none to be found, and drops the accessories and her coat on a spare chair. She talks about the case, Molly following her to the kitchen for nibbles. “Refill your cup?” Stella asks as she fills her own with punch.

Molly holds out her cup. “Yes, please.”

“And you? I feel like we haven’t talked in forever. Alright?” They find a quiet corner to settle in for a chat.

“Alright.” Molly confirms. “Busy. I hate to find any joy in murder, but it does keep me in a job and distracted from the holidays.”

Stella’s brow furrows. “You don’t like Christmas?”

Molly hurries to dissuade her friend. “Oh no! I love Christmas. Just, Dad loved it too. Still getting used to having it without him. But I’m good. And this year has been even better. Thanks to…” She only thinks on it a moment. If she’s wrong, she’ll look a little silly, they’ll laugh about it and move on. “Thanks to you.”

Stella’s eyes dart to the side, but she’s smiling too. “Oh? What do you mean?” she asks, playing innocent. It makes Molly smile.

“I mean, I’ve had an elf giving me little gifts all month. They’ve been lovely.”

“What’s that to do with me?” Stella teases.

“The thing with being friends with detectives means you pick up a trick or two yourself.”

The detective grins. Her whole face lights up when she smiles. “What gave me away?”

“The hat. Which is… so lovely. It’s perfect. Did you make it yourself?” Just the thought of that gorgeous hand-made gift makes her happy all over again.

“I thought that might be the clincher,” Stella admits. “Yeah, I made it. So, good?”

“Very good,” Molly affirms. Her chest warms at the thought that Stella knitted a hat just for her. She’d never had a friend make her anything before, well, past primary school art class.

“You were supposed to get that one Christmas Eve, as the big final present, but I finished it earlier than expected, and I just couldn’t wait.”

“Well, I’m glad. It was perfect timing for the cold snap. And the yarn is just so lovely. Oh!” Molly remembers. “On moment.” She goes to the desk and picks up a brightly colored, festive bag tied with curly ribbon. She thrusts the bag as Stella. “Happy Christmas.”

Her friend’s eyes widen in surprise. She finds a table to put her plate and cup on and takes the bag from Molly. “Oh, Molls, you didn’t have to.” Her eyes are soft as she digs into the bag.

“Of course I did. Beyond all of the lovely gifts you’ve given me, you’ve made this holiday more than just bearable. Plus,” Molly adds, feeling brave. “It’s what friends do.”

Stella grins. “Yeah.” An envelope comes out of the bag first. She opens it to find a card that, when opened, reveals two tickets to the zoo.

“Might be childish,” Molly says, feeling a bit silly now. “But you said you liked animals, and you’re new to London, so…”

“It’s perfect,” Stella assures. “I’ve wanted to go for ages. We’ll have fun.”

“You don’t– We– I don’t have to go with you. I just thought buying one ticket seems sill–”

“Of course you’re going with me. You’ve already given me a ten-minute lecture on ocelots. I want to hear all about the other animals.”

Molly can feel herself blush. “Oh. Thanks. Good. I was thinking. Maybe—if you didn’t mind—I could buy you a meal before or after? A couple of tickets isn’t much of a gift.”

“It’s a date,” Stella replies with a smile.

Does that mean date date? Or just friend date? Molly doesn’t have the nerve to ask. She’s not sure what she wants anyway. Except Stella as her friend. And that she already has. Everything else… well.

“There’s more?” Stella asks, feeling the weight of the bag with wide eyes. She pulls out a skein of yarn, eyes wide. “TARDIS blue,” she says softly.

It had taken ages for Molly to pick it out. She knew a little about yarn from her dad, but choosing between weights and colors and fibers was nearly impossible, given the shear amount available at the shop, but the moment she’d seen that skein, she’d known. Both women are huge Doctor Who fans; it was one of the first things they’d talked about that wasn’t work-related. She’d thought it an apropos gift.

“I have the perfect pattern for this,” Stella announced excitedly. “More pretty than practical, the pattern, but I love it. This is amazing, Molls. Thank you!” She engulfs Molly in a bear hug.

Not expecting it, Molly stiffens at first, but relaxes almost immediately. She doesn’t get hugs very often. It’s nice, comforting, happy.

“You’re a good friend, Molls. I’m glad we met.”

Molly smiles and hugs a bit harder. “Me too.”

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[lapuslazulli]

Chapters: 214/? Fandom: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Irene Adler/Sally Donovan, Anthea/Mycroft Holmes, Anthea/Mycroft's Umbrella, Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty, Molly Hooper/Jim Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes/Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Sherlock Holmes/Stanley Hopkins, Mycroft Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, Sherlock Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Sally Donovan/Janine (Sherlock), Sebstian Moran/Jim Moriarty/Sherlock Holmes, Anthea/Sally Donovan, Molly Hooper/Sebastian Moran/James Moriarty, Irene/Kate/Sally/Anthea/Molly, Sally Donovan/Stella Hopkins, Mycroft Holmes/Jim Moriarty, Cake/Mycroft Holmes, Irene Adler/Molly Hooper, Mrs. Hudson/Margaret (Sherlock), Sherlock Holmes/Mary Morstan/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper/John Watson, Irene Adler/Mary Morstan, Mycroft Holmes/Sebastian Moran/Jim Moriarty, Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper/Greg Lestrade, Janine/Mary Morstan, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade/Jim Moriarty, Clara/John Watson/Harry Watson, Irene Adler/Molly Hooper/Kate Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), Sally Donovan, Anthea (Sherlock), Mycroft Holmes, James Moriarty, Sebastian Moran, Molly Hooper, Stanley Hopkins, Janine (Sherlock), Stella Hopkins, Mary Morstan, Kate (Sherlock), Mrs. Hudson (Sherlock Holmes), Margaret (Sherlock), Lestrade (Sherlock Holmes), Clara (Sherlock) Additional Tags: Ficlet Collection, cocktails, Beverages, Kinks, Check Chapter Title and Summary, Occasional fluff, No Angst, Anal Sex, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Masturbation, all the sex Summary:

A collection of 500-word cocktail/beverage-inspired ficlets. All chapters stand alone. Lots of different pairings & kinks & AUs.

214. Corona with Lime. After an awkward one-night stand and a month of silence, Mycroft and Lestrade finally work things out (thanks to a certain virus). Quarantined!Lestrade. Mystrade. Phone sex. Dialogue only.