#johnlockstrade

[everythingcanadian]

Fairytails Have Nothing On This

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/Greg Lestrade/John Watson

Rating: G

No Warnings

Summary:

Sherlock wakes up on an October morning. Seeing his two lovers in bed with him gives him a bit of retrospection. Day 28-1 of promptober: Awaken

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There was no 'one day' that settled everything that had happened. It came in small bursts or lazy waves just making it to shore. Their routines were haphazard but there for formalities. The different starts to their separate days became a beloved pattern. 

A scramble for an alarm setting. 

An ease of folding the covers down.

A pull on a pillow to put over a head.

The groans and huffs of aching joints or stiff muscles. 

The need for a quick kiss or a small 'I love you' answered.

(In Sherlock's case on a light affection day, an easy touch or two. Nothing more. On a heavier day, a stroke through his curls, a thorough kiss, and soft pets anywhere the other two pleased.)

On a Sunday in the middle of October, with all three of them home, it finally shook awake in Sherlock, the realisation that his relationship with John and Greg had finally fallen on stable footing. He should have known it ages ago but- he didn't and it blindsided him in a good way. 

He was awake exactly 5 minutes before 7:30am, when the first alarm on John's phone goes off on weekdays. A habit he had picked up about a month after they started waking up in the same bed. It’s still wonderfully dark out and won’t be bright for a little while yet. He’s happy Greg turned the heat on before they piled into bed after a long Saturday. Hunches being batted away and sifted through within an inch of their worth. Otherwise the room would have been ice cold and they all would suffer the consequences of trying to get out of a warm bed into the frigid air.

He turns his head on the pillow towards his two lovers, his two boyfriends, his two partners. Years ago, when John had asked him a few leading questions while they were first learning of each other as roommates, Sherlock never could have imagined he’d be here.

He lets his open eyes roam over the pair.  

The slackness of Greg's face is wonderful. The lines of worry and anger and disappointment are gone from between his eyebrows and his forehead. The sad twist of his mouth that is usually there on a case is wiped away while in sleep. Silvered hair that's growing out from another tight cut is sticking up stiff at odd angles on the one side. Chances are it's flat to his skull on the other. Sherlock won't tell him outright, at least not sober, but it's sweet and sexy. The Silver Fox look is something Sherlock has come to love over the years he’s known Greg Lestrade. He's pretty sure he caused most of the greys there anyway. 

Paired with deep doe brown eyes and a solid body, Greg is every bit of a fantasy as Sherlock had panted after when he first had known the D.I.. Said fantasy loves him dearly and would do almost anything for him. Sherlock can see the crusted sleep in the corners of those closed eyes. Knows there’s a high chance for a little dried line of drool down his cheek.

Sherlock smiles softly to himself. He loves to observe and commit things to memory. This is one of the best images to do that with.

He drags his eyes toward his first love, the one he had fallen so fast for that it took his breath away. He won’t admit it. And he won't admit that having John tinker and operate on Sherlock’s dormant heart gave way for Sherlock to see he was in love with both John and Greg. It took a while for him to settle that issue within himself. 

John is between them, curled away from Sherlock and huddled under the covers for warmth. The quilt pulled up high to his ear. He got in late from the clinic on Friday night, an emergency he needed to follow through on, which had delayed him a few hours. The thick jumper he wore over his button up and tie didn't do much to keep him warm in the evening. He didn't expect to be caught out in the bitter cold though, only the cooling air after a warm afternoon. 

He has been chilled to the bone since then, and both Greg and Sherlock have tried to warm him up in many ways. For now however, he sleeps on, tucked in tight between Sherlock on his back and Greg on his side facing towards the Doctor. The light grey-blond, but mostly grey, hair was softer than Greg's and was plastered to John's head from him rolling around in sleep. Sherlock knows that John's mouth is open because he's snoring softly into the edge of the pillow he shared with Sherlock. 

Carefully he shuffled onto his own side and pressed up close to John’s back, infusing his own warmth into the warm skin pressed against him. He leans in to kiss the starburst of a scar on John’s shoulder, breathing against it and nuzzling the tender skin there. 

He’s woken up into a life he never thought he’d have. Something like stability. A strong bond between the three of them. A little girl snoring away in what was ‘John’s Room’ with the monitor on Sherlock’s bedside table. He was the one most likely to be awake and notice if something was wrong. He had developed a sense for Rosie and her whims or whoa or wonder. 

Currently it is quiet. An enveloping quiet that settled Sherlock’s inner workings as he settled in to a cuddle with his partners. He closed his eyes and listened to the world around him. He could hear cars faintly through the door to their bedroom and the front windows. He heard a bus break a bit up the street. The soft snores of John. The light and somewhat uneven breaths of Greg that no longer worried either Doctor Watson or Medically Curious Sherlock. And he finally heard the soft huffs of an awakening little girl through the monitor. 

Sherlock kissed John’s scar again and slowly shuffled out from the covers, tucking them in close so neither John nor Greg would get cold with him leaving. His duty to a princess was calling.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024: All BBC Sherlock Creators!

BROWSING PERIOD FOR FTH 2024 IS NOW OPEN!!!

In an effort to celebrate one of my favourite multi-fandom events, and to make everyone, new and veteran, feel encouraged about being in FTH, I decided I would do that thing I do and park myself on the FTH's "fandom:BBC Sherlock" tag for a few hours and list out ALL of our wonderful creatives who are participating in FTH 2024!

Please be gentle with me, as I manually spent a few hours ensuring all BBC Sherlock Creatives are on the post as of the time of scheduling! I am only human and I have most definitely erred!

And finally, many of these creators are MULTI-CANON, so not just BBC Sherlock! Check them ALL out for what they're offering!

**NOTE MARCH 2, 2PM EST: I should have everyone added to this post now! If you are missing or are tagged with the wrong ship or section, please let me know, I will fix as soon as possible!!**

FANFICS

72reasons [Johnlock, OCs, Viclock, Jolto, Johnlockstrade, Mystrade]

Anyawen [Mystrade or Johnlock Remix Fic]

Aquilea-of-the-Lonely-Mountain [Johnlock]

BakerTumblings [Johnlock]

Bee_He_They [Johnlock]

Bluebuell33 [Mystrade, Johnlock]

BlueMoon0nTheRise [Mystrade, Anthea/Donovan]

Bridge [Johnlock]

Calais_Reno [Johnlock]

Catlock-Holmes [Johnlock]

CorvidCordelia [Any]

CumberCurlyGirl [Johnlock]

discordantwords [Johnlock]

elwinglyre [Johnlock]

FuckOffWatson & Holmesian_Love [Johnlock, Mystrade]

her_ladyships_soap [Mystrade, Donovan/Anthea]

Holmesian_love [Johnlock, Mystrade]

JRow [Any]

Lock_John_Silver [Johnlock, BG Mystrade or Mollstrade]

LoloLolly [Johnlock]

meet_me_in_samarra [Johnlock]

mydogwatson [Johnlock]

MusicIsMagic [Mystrade]

NinaSnakie [Johnlock]

Peanitbear [Johnlock]

PipMer [Johnlock]

Reveling-in-Mayhem [Johnlock]

Raina_at [Johnlock]

sherlockian4evr [M/M Ships Only]

Snowfilly1 [Johnlock, Mystrade]

StellaCartography [Johnlock, Mystrade]

standbygo [Johnlock]

ThaliaLunacy [Johnlock]

topsyturvy-turtely [Johnlock, Harry/Any]

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FANART

bluebellofbakerstreet [Johnlock, Mystrade, Jolto]

chainedtothemirror [Johnlock]

DemonicAngeling [Any]

khorazir [Johnlock]

Kitten-kin  [Johnlock Comic]

PigeonTracks [Any]

safedistancefrombeingsmart [Johnlock]

Steph_I-J [Any] <-- It me!

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FANART and FANFICS (one per auction)

emilycare [Johnlock, Polyships]

helloliriels [Johnlock, Mystrade]

Iwantthatcoat [Any]

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FAN LABOUR

A-Victorian-Girl [Johnlock Photo Manips]

AvengersReader [Assorted Fan Labour]

englandwouldfalljohn [Betaing]

emilycare [Betaing]

fireandhoney [English < > French Translation, Betaing]

PipMer [Betaing]

Sarah [Assorted Johnlock Fan Labour]

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BIDDING BEGINS MARCH 5 and CLOSES MARCH 9!

[iv3-b33n-st4rl0ck3d]

Hmmm...

So Johnlockstrade is canon now?

[fuckyeahfightlock]

Whumptober 2021, -Day 16-

Another perfect storm of prompts and ship: Johnlockstrade vs. recovery, scars, aftermath, and/or losing control.

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Next Stages

Sherlock kept himself covered for months after his return, even after Greg offered quiet compassion as answer to the sparing but horrid detail of what happened in Serbia, even after John--at last--came home, and they were right again, the three together, balancing each other. Dressing gowns over t-shirts around the flat, dress shirts worn mostly buttoned during sex, suits brought into the bathroom so he could dress and undress privately. CBT twice a week. Consultations with a plastic surgeon and a wound care specialist and a dermatologist. The scars he didn’t cover--some on his fingers, one long skinny white one on the side of his thigh, a few reddish purple half- and quarter-rounds at his wrists, probably from handcuffs or rope--he acknowledged but didn’t explain.

Greg asked John what he thought might be there, and John said it was probably not as bad as their imaginations dreamed up. With only general explanations--chained in stress positions, constant shackling, beaten, whipped--John couldn’t be sure but described what he thought Sherlock might be covering up. The scars that might come from being hit with belts or straps, nightsticks or rifle butts, even fists adorned with rings or brass knuckles. Which might have bled, which only bruised. The aftermath of swelling, untreated cuts in a filthy environment, un-sutured splits in the skin that might have healed better if not left gaping. That one on his leg was probably from a blade, not too deep, or more likely a whip. Greg shuddered through it all, listening to John’s clinical explanations, sometimes covered his face, once had to get up and walk away and dry-retch over the toilet. John found photos in journals and textbooks. Some of it was terrible, but not being left entirely to his imagination was indeed better.

He’d thought he was ready, that afternoon Sherlock offered to drop his robe. He wasn’t. Wasn’t ready. But if Sherlock was, he had to be. Greg could see John’s face change; he was a doctor who had seen awful things. Greg had seen murder victims, been in a morgue during an autopsy. But neither of them had been intimate with those bodies, known them to be sturdy and beautiful, with a constellation of three freckles near the inward-dipped navel. They sat on the edge of the bed they all shared, and the sun was shining for a change, warming the bedroom through its single window, a shaft of light falling just where Sherlock stood, and turned his back to them, and took a breath to steel himself.

He bit his lips so he wouldn’t gasp. Sherlock needed them not to react, only to accept, and understand (that twice a week therapy included one monthly meeting for all three of them with what John said must be the most open-minded relationship couselour in London). His eyes stung and he wanted to more than gasp--he wanted to sob, shout, punch holes in the fucking walls. He glanced at John, who was frowning with his whole face, and kept his eyes closed for long seconds, but then opened them and nodded his head absently--a comforting tic.

Sherlock reached over the back of his right shoulder and worried at one ropey scar with the tips of his fingers, his nails cut shorter than ever precisely because some of them itched, and he’d already had one infection from scratching. When he’d had enough, or thought they had, he shifted his arms where the dressing gown was caught on his elbows, shrugged it back up, tied it in front before turning around to face them. His face was placid; he was holding back, cutting himself off from his emotions, which Greg understood was not always the best choice, but sometimes valid, and sometimes necessary, at least for now.

They embraced him, kissed him, and the three of them stood together for rather a long time, John and Greg’s arms around him, front and back, his hands at their waists. John settled his forehead into the hollow of Sherlock’s neck and shoulder, Greg kept his face turned to the wall behind Sherlock’s back. Later, he would ask John if he thought the one looked infected, if the others would ever stop itching, those little ones that look like flowers are from cigarettes, aren’t they?, but for those long minutes they only held him, and didn’t talk, and didn’t ask, only accepted and were grateful for his trust, proud of his progress.

As more weeks passed, Sherlock became more careless with his covering, asked to have his back scratched through his shirt when he was bothered, confirmed the cigarette burns but wouldn’t discuss the white stripe on his thigh. There was still a long road ahead, and Greg still sometimes wanted to throttle someone for not just Sherlock’s physical torments but the whole, avalanching aftermath (no doubt something he should confess in therapy). But they were working on it, they were alive, together, and more of their time was good than bad, and they’d get there.

[sherlockedcarmilla]

“Let’s Debauch and Dine, this Valentine’s”

by CarmillaCarmine ( @sherlockedcarmilla )

- a Valentine’s Day Johnlockstrade - threesome $mut. (Very much Johnlock + extra fun with Greg)

When Lestrade enters 221B, Sherlock immediately deduces what has happened to him and what he really needs to do to let go of the part of his life that has come to an end. Complete, E, 5700 words

Part of the happy and $mutty The Johnlock Utopia Series

Part of Be my Valentine - Johnlock Collection

Thank you for reading, kudos and comments!!! <3

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[scribblesonpebbles]

Making It Three

Link: ao3 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Johnlockstrade Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Main Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha Greg Lestrade, Omega John Watson, Omega Sherlock, Polyamory, Established Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Developing Relationship, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Knotting, Threesome - M/M/M, not all of it is smut Word Count: 6827

Summary:

John had his gaze fixed on Sherlock, wonder glittered in his eyes. “Did you seriously just deduce my crush on Greg Lestrade? You brilliant madman.”

•••••

Sherlock and John are an omega couple. Concern arises with John’s upcoming heat as his heats are getting worse each time and the pair needs to discuss their options. When Sherlock and John reveal to each other that they have been harboring feelings for one alpha Greg, not only does a solution appear but so does the idea of the three of them getting in a relationship together.

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[tricksterchris]

Seems like I'm on the hunt for someone to role play with once again (18+) ! That never gets old, my most common ships are Johnlock and ineffable husbands, less common Johnstade, sherstrade and johnlockstrade (I love me some Lestrade) if you're interested we can build a plot from the ground up or I'm open to ideas, just message me or like the post

[mandysimo13]

Shameless Self Promotion Meme

I got tagged in this lovely thing but the also lovely @novemberhush sorry it’s taken me forever to finally do it but i have not forgotten! There are links to each of the fics in the titles! 

Rules: Post the first lines of your last 10 fics, and tag 10 people

Snake Milk -  Because of the vast library and personal knowledge contained within the vast gooey cloud that serves as a brain within Principality Aziraphale, it would be safe to assume that the angel knew a lot about a variety of topics

Romancing a Device - Anathema stood in the doorway of the bedroom blinking, unsure of what exactly it was she was looking at. 

An Angel’s Temptation - Crowley couldn’t quite recall how he came to find himself in this exact scenario.

Seeking Distraction - Crowley was still sulking over his latest interaction with Aziraphale.

Courage - Two weeks after the Apocalypse-that-Wasn’t, the Nope-pocalypse, the Armaged-dud, the Ragnar-Went-Wrong, two celestial beings found themselves in a familiar setting, in familiar bodies, feeling decidedly unfamiliar with a variety of new feelings. 

Crowley’s Nip Slip  - Crowley has attended many a fashion show in his day.

Three’s Company - (This one is a collaboration with @johnlockedatbakerst) 

Both John and Sherlock had noticed Lestrade’s interest in them

Hiraeth - Bilbo awoke to the familiar sounds and shiftings of Thorin rising to begin his day.

Here, There Be Dragons - “John, you’ve been on lots of quests.”

Le Troisième  - (This one is also a collab with @johnlockedatbakerst) 

John tries to control himself, to deny Sherlock for as long as long as possible - but watching Sherlock’s head bob, the sinful stretch of his spine down to his legs spread obscenely wide to give John a perfect view of his ass, tested John self-control to it’s very limits

And now for the tagging! 

@hushwatson @littlethingwithfeathers @theycantstopthesignal @slashyrogue @prettysherlocksoldier @sfumatosoups @violetwylde @froofie @hanni-bunny-lecter @morgendaemmerung89 and anyone else who feels like sharing! Tag me so I can creep on your AO3 accounts! 

[everythingcanadian]

Fall Flavourings

Pairing: John Watson/Sherlock Holmes/Greg Lestrade (Sherlock BBC)

Rating: T Suggested themes.

No Warnings.

Summary:

Day 3 of promptober: Experiment John is uneasy when Sherlock has nothing to occupy him. He needn't have worried.

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The bubbling of beakers over bunsen burners didn’t bother John anymore. What did bother him was the lack of anything on the kitchen counter. Usually there was an experiment going on at all times within the flat, and to see no evidence of one put John on edge. And coming from the clinic, this was the last thing he wanted on a Thursday evening.

It was one thing to not see the actual experiment itself, but another entirely to not have one going on at all. John screwed his mouth up in silence, hoping to hear maybe something coming from somewhere. But nothing made a peep. It unnerved him. As if walking into some other dimension. 

He nearly jumped when the door downstairs flew open and the sounds of his lovers could be heard as they came through. Paper grocery bags were rustling along with the heavy footfalls that came up the seventeen steps.

“John? Are you home, love?” Greg’s voice filled the space and soon his smile lit it up as he came up and saw John in the doorway to the flat. His arms were filled with brown paper bags, and another plastic one swung from his left wrist. That would be their takeaway. And John knew they had already done the shopping a couple days ago. 

He took a deep breath and watched in mild horror as Sherlock also came into view on the landing, equally laden with paper bags. Before he could even open his mouth to comment Sherlock was telling him. 

“I want to see what all the fuss is regarding pumpkin and apple flavours.” As if it explained everything. “Naturally this is my new experiment. I’ve used sight and smell and sound. We’ve gone through touch and sensation quite thoroughly together. Now I want to use my taste.” Sherlock put his bags onto the cleaned up and bare kitchen countertop. “Aside from the obvious tastes in our sex lives, I don’t believe any of us have tried flavoured lubricants. Not that I would want to. Ours is sufficient. Yet testing is part of the fun.”

“I hope not all of this is just lube.” John could feel the tension in his neck rise. Greg stepped past him and into the kitchen as well, managing to push the bags onto the now full counter and gently put their dinner down in all its plastic glory onto the little space left. 

“Oh- no. Only five bottles. Fall flavours as advertised. The rest-”

Greg cut him off, much to Sherlock’s annoyance. “Pies, tarts, ice cream, candy, coffee cream, pasta, pasta sauce, and a bit more. A variety of food for a varied pallet.” He tried to sound annoyed, but John caught the smile that shone through. “He dragged me through almost every aisle.”

“And you enjoyed every moment watching me question the sanity of the population. Candy Corn Marshmallows, John. How disgusting. Yet I must agonize to get results.” Sherlock’s nose scrunched up, and Greg couldn’t help but pull the taller man in and lightly press a warm kiss to the cold and red tip. Sherlock crossed his eyes to look at Greg, only to chase him and press a soft kiss to his lips. “However. This time preparing for it was a sight better than usual.”

“I should hope so.” Greg took another kiss. “You still taste like that latte. You might not like it, but I do.”

“Only because I’ve ingested it.”

“Yes.” was the simple answer Greg gave, slowly unwinding Sherlock’s scarf for him, pushing the belstaff off his shoulders and coming around to take it off of their younger lover. 

Greg quickly hung their coats and Sherlock’s scarf, moving to John to take his thick jacket and to greet him. “Hello, love. Good day?” He stole a kiss from John as well, humming softly into it. John had come to find that Greg enjoyed intimacy and close proximity to those he loved. John gave up another gentle kiss.

“Long but thankfully it was quiet. Unlike what it sounds like for you both?”

Sherlock hummed. “Not difficult, just busy.”

“Multiple thefts. Different districts. Same group of hooligans. Chased half of them over the city. The other half gave up easily when they saw this git.”

Another deep hum as slowly, the things in the bags were put into the fridge or cupboards. “My experiment can wait until tomorrow. Tonight? Dinner, a predictable show, and then love making?”

“You can start your experimenting tonight, bring the lube to bed and we can try it out.” John smiled, shaking his head as he locked their door and followed his lovers in their dance of dishing themselves out takeaway and then promptly sitting close together and watching shit tv. 

“Hmm, I like the way your mind works, Watson.” Sherlock’s words gave a shiver down John’s spine. 

“He got us both slices of caramel and walnut cheesecake for dessert.” Greg whispered into his ear. 

John grinned to himself. He could stand a taste test disaster as long as his lover buttered him up for it.

[fuckyeahfightlock]

Whumptober 2021, -Day 29-

I have a fever, and also Johnlockstrade. The prompts are “You’re still not dead?”, too weak to move, overworked, and/or battlefield. Good luck to me. (ETA: It ended up a 221B)

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Antifreeze

“They’d moved me in a windowless truck, drove an hour but might have stayed nearby. I couldn’t sort it.

“Cement walls and floor, a place for repairing vehicles—some tools, tyres, oily rags--one went into my mouth immediately.”

Sherlock stared at his fingers, slow-soft drumming his chair-arm. John crossed his arms over his chest and Greg stroked one thumb with the other, hands bundled together in his lap.

“Different guards. One young, maybe 14. The other might have been his father. Pity; he was a psychopathic sadist.

“Jeezus. . .”

“Shhhhh.”

“No food. Offered me auto coolant instead of water. I was so thirsty.”

“It could kill you, drinking that.”

Sherlock lifted his gaze.

“I didn’t drink it.”

Greg bit his lips; Sherlock looked away.

“They left me after that. I think three days. Someone else came, and I was too weak to move--starved, dehydrated--he kicked my side, asked why I hadn’t died yet. Made work for him by still being alive. Dragged me across the floor, dropped me while he opened the boot of a car. There was a puddle on the floor, sweet-smelling, like burnt maple sugar--more antifreeze--and I would have licked it up off the floor if I could have gotten to it.”

“Because you were--?” Greg blurted.

Sherlock frowned.

“Just because.”

[sherlockedcarmilla]

“Let’s Debauch and Dine, this Valentine’s”

by CarmillaCarmine ( @sherlockedcarmilla )

- a Valentine’s Day Johnlockstrade - threesome $mut. (Very much Johnlock + extra fun with Greg)

When Lestrade enters 221B, Sherlock immediately deduces what has happened to him and what he really needs to do to let go of the part of his life that has come to an end. (Patrons of all tiers ($1) can read ch2 + ch3 (complete) on my Patreon.

Chapter 2 is up on AO3! 

Greg faces a decision whether to back away or say yes to spending the night with John and Sherlock.

Part of the happy and $mutty The Johnlock Utopia Series Part of Be my Valentine - Johnlock Collection

I’ll post ch3 on 14th (for Valentine’s) on AO3.

Thank you for reading, kudos and comments!!! <3

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[scribblesonpebbles]

To Trust

Link: ao3 Rating: Explicit Pairing: Johnlockstrade Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Main Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Omega Verse, Alpha Greg Lestrade, Omega Sherlock Holmes, Omega John Watson, Polyamory, Established Relationship, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Mating, Threesome - M/M/M, Knotting, Mating Bites, Bonding Word Count: 3481

Summary:

“You’re nervous, aren’t you?”

“Brilliant deduction,” sarcasm dripped.

•••••

Sherlock’s nerves emerge as his heat draws near, but he intends to go through with it. He wants to bond with Greg and have a matching bondmark with John

┊ ✧･ﾟ

[Sequel to my Making It Three fic, you don't necessarily need to read the first one though.]

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[sherlockrarepairs]

Self Promotion Rec List !!　　[part three]

Our SRP community has some incredibly talented people, and it’s time we gave them the love they deserve for all their hard work!

⬡　Mottlemoth

My name is Moth and for the past eighteen months I've been on a quest to make Mystrade a little less rare. I now have 35 different works on AO3, totalling 1.7 million words.

⬡　Black_Dawn

I write Mystrade fics.

⬡　Amythe3lder

My flagship is Mygolly (Mycroft/Greg/Molly) but I get a little carried away with multishipping.

⬡　WastingYourGum

I write mostly Mystrade recently but you can also find Sherstrade, Johnstrade, Mollstrade, Sholtstrade, Johnlockstrade and even Vicstrade on my AO3 (same name). I know what - or rather who - I like! :)

⬡　bookjunkiecat/Savvy Blunders

I write fic, mostly Mystrade, but also some Mollcroft, Molly/Greg, Molly/Greg/Mycroft, Sally/Anthea, a series which includes Mycroft/Greg/Sally, and I have planned an Anthea/Stamford fic, as well as some Greg/Stamford & John/Greg.

⬡　Lady_Cleo

I'm a sucker for Mystrade.  I'll try my hand at any pairing, but my only hard triggers are Rape/Non-con. I'd just rather not. Other than that, bring it! I delight in the idea of a challenge from you.

⬡　iblamethisonSherlock

Hi I’m iblamethisonSherlock over on Ao3l. I’ve only got the one completed work but I’m planning on bringing my tumblr ficlets over soon. I write pretty much exclusively Sherlolly.

[iheartsherlock89]

Here’s a few more pictures.

There’s a mixture of everything.

Some Mystrade

Johnlockstrade

Lestrolly

and of course the Holmes Brothers.

[marta-bee]

There is a Johnlockstrade fic just begging to be written in this pic, and I for one would like to read it.

[merindab]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/Greg Lestrade/John Watson Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Greg Lestrade, John Watson Additional Tags: Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Post-Episode: s01e01 A Study in Pink, Threesome - M/M/M, Bottom Sherlock Holmes, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Spitroasting, Top Greg Lestrade Summary:

This has been the most extraordinary day of John's life. And it's about to get more interesting.

Prompted by a suggestion of post-study in pink sherstrade or johnstrade... I just combined and made it johnlockstrade