#mycroft x sally

[mostghst]

the queerbait in bbc sherlock was absolutely crazy. from s1e1.

queerbait so good i didn't buy into the irene x shelock bit (altho "i am sherlocked" was iconic) at first. i still dont buy into it tbh, but i had to think critically for a hot sec. but also, "people die all the time" and then when john is in danger he's panicking. irene being like "dr. watson youre jealous" and it's just fucking true. sally being like "john you're normal get a hobby" but mycroft being like "youre a freak like my little brother, arent you?"

also, "i'm not gay" "well i am" PLEASE!! it would've been so funny having irene pop up as john's sister's new girlfriend. john running into the woman who was flirting with his man and she's dating his sister would be so funny he'd pop two blood vessels.

[ayoitspatricia]

Sherlock Preference : Who would your closest friend/friends be?

Sherlock Holmes :

You would defo build up a good relationship with John

Like you’re the person he calls when Sherlock is up to something mad

I feel like he has some embarrassing videos to show you of Sherlock when he’s lost his mind

Both of you just naturally clicked and became protective of each other very quickly

You also would be rather good friends with Mary when she gets introduced to you

I mean its good to have more girls around right 😩😩

John Watson :

I think you would actually bond with Sherlock quite nicely

And not because of the fact that John and Sherlock are like bffs

But because he actually finds you interesting to be around

Which surprises John btw

He would invite you to help on cases if he perhaps wanted an opinion

Sherlock secretly likes the fact that you treat him just like a normal person

Mycroft Holmes :

You would obvi be mates with Sherlock and John

Since Mycroft is ever so obsessed with them and what they do

All 3 of you would make jokes about Mycroft

He finds your friendship annoying but at the same time is glad that his brother approves of you

You also got a chance to meet Greg

This means always teasing them both over Mystrade

Greg Lestrade :

I think you would personally spend a lot of time with Molly

Being in a relationship with Greg means that you see the Scotland Yard gang a lot

Including your girl Molly who thinks that you are so good for him

Both of you would have these coffee meet-ups where you would complain about Sherlock

Speaking of Sherlock you and him would see each other a lot since he is always up to something

He would count you as a ‘friend’

Jim Moriarty :

You would definitely build up a relationship with Sebastian

He would always tell you about how much of a mess Jim was before you came around

It’s just nice to possibly have a friend when Jim is busy ya know

Jim would defo feel skeptical at first though tbh

His best sniper and his partner getting along so well made him just a tad annoyed

But he got over it as we know Jim is secretly just a big softie and especially for you

Molly Hooper :

Ok but im thinking Greg on this one and for a good reason

Because he would 100% be yours and Molly’s number one shipper

He thinks that you are a really good friend and an even better person to Molly

I mean Queen Molly deserves the best!

Despite the lack of knowledge he may have of Gen Z terms he still would make up a ship name for you both

You would of course be mentioned in Greg’s little convos with Mycroft whenever they happen

Phillip Anderson :

I think your ‘friends’ would be varied tbh

For example Donovan would try and be your friend just to get closer to Phillip

But Sherlock would come up to you and advise you to quit your whole relationship

John would just be puzzled over the fact that the most dislikable person ever has a partner

That does not mean that he hates you though 🤩🤩

I can also see Greg sympathising with you a lot due to the treatment Phillip sometimes gives you

[mercyraph]

Sherlock headcannon

Sherlock and Sally have this weird friendship. Sally would call him out on his insensitivity, Sherlock would call him out on her idiocy. She'd tell him social cues to look out for when with other people, he'd show her what to look in crime scenes. They have a very callous way of conversing though, through name-calling and snide comments.

"See when he said, 'we should do this again," he meant never. He dump your ass."

"Thank you Sullivan, I didn't know that."

.

"You would know that if you actually surveyed the crime scene instead of flirting with the new officer, Sullivan"

"Fuck off, Freak."

.

You better bet Sherlock would be the proudest when she finally gets promoted as a Detective Inspector, although he'd never admit it.

"About time you moved up the ladder. you've been stinking as a sergeant for years, Sally."

The same goes for Sally when she's come to be the host to Sherlock's wedding. She had nothing but quick jabs onto his personality.

"Didn't think you have it in you to be a lesser asshole but here we are."

[mousedetective]

The Wedding Toast (An “In So Few Words” Story)

So this is one of my two fics for @strangelock221b from my halloween asks! The prompt was "Salcroft - you’re a cop here to break up the party but i thought it was a costume and may have made some inappropriate suggestions regarding your handcuffs" but I decided to set the telling of the story at their wedding, so you get all sorts of fluff. Enjoy!

The Wedding Toast - Sally reveals the true meaning of handcuffs and her and Mycroft's relationship at their wedding.

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When it came out that he had been dating Sally Donovan, and for some time, Sally would be asked what, exactly, she saw in him. Every time, without fail. And she said it all had to do with handcuffs. Even though she was an officer of the law, most people did not want to hear anything that involved the two of them and a pair of handcuffs, though if they listened to the story they would find it highly amusing.

Eventually, he decided she should make an honest man out of him, after years of their occasional dalliances turning into a full-fledged relationship after certain events, and then furtherevents convincing them to bring the relationship out into the open. And he had known, by the sparkle in Sally’s eye as she sat next to him in the very beautiful Carolina Herrera wedding gown he was eagerly anticipating removing from her person, that the assorted wedding guests were going to hear the story whether they wanted to or not.

So he was not surprised when the toasts were nearly finished that Sally stood, tapping a fork against her champagne flute, and smiled down at him. “So I think everyone in this room has asked me, at least one, what I see in the Ice Man. But I mention the word ‘handcuffs’ as part of the story and some very dirty thoughts cross your mind and you back out of the conversation or change the topic. So, as my wedding gift to my husband, I am going to go over the embarrassing time he propositioned a cop. That would be me, by the way.”

It seemed as though the chuckles that filled the air said that for years they all really had naughty thoughts on just what handcuffs meant to them.

Sally smoothed the front of her gown and took a sip of her champagne before setting the flute back down. “Halloween evening, 1999. I wasn’t a sergeant yet, still someone who had the unfortunate luck to have to put ends to rambunctious parties and arrest people for...things you lot are probably better off knowing, most of the time, but flouting noise levels and public drunkenness were the two big ones. And that Halloween there was a party in a rather well-to-do area of London that my partner at the time and I did not know was filled with some of the most influential people in British politics, television, theatre and media.”

“Like Rupert Murdoch!” her former partner said from the sea of people in attendance.

“Well, yes, but no names,” Sally said with a smile and a wink. “Remember, they all have ‘plausible deniability.’” The laugh from those who Mycroft knew had not been at that party was heartier than the laughter from those who had. “Anyway, we went in, trying to find the person hosting the party, and we were directed to a bedroom with one occupant, lying in bed with a pillow over his face trying valiantly not to be sick. I lifted up the pillow, and lo and behold, my now husband was underneath, dressed as a court jester.”

He had the decency to blush. One of his few romantic entanglements prior to Sally had ended the evening before, and he’d not had the sense about him to control the party. He very rarely allowed himself to lose control of anything but that had been a particularly hard time with issues regarding Sherlock and Eurus hitting at near about the same time. But he knew what was coming next could not be excused by liquor intake.

“I said ‘You need to get your guests to tone things down, sir,’ and the absolute filthiest suggestions on what could be done with my restraints came pouring out of the mouth of this gentleman,” Sally said with a grin, “followed shortly by vomit landing on my shoes. He was so pathetic looking I didn’t have the heart to arrest him. So I just cited everyone at the party who irritated me.”

She reached for a box that had been sitting at her spot that he’d had no idea what it was, and then winked at her former superior, who she was sure was the only person who had ever sat for the story before. “So, when Mycroft was sober he sent a rather large bouquet of flowers and some lovely chocolate to my flat in apology, along with a new pair of shoes to go with my uniform. I have no idea what he was thinking, but then he came to my flat to add a bottle of wine to the mix. Once I saw him in the suit? I sent him a pair of handcuffs in return. And the rest is history.”

She handed him the box and he opened it. Inside was a pair of steel handcuffs, much different than the ones she used in her day to day job. “Greg says don’t lose the keys. There are certain sights he never wants to see.”

There was uproarious applause at that, and he beckoned for her to lean in. He kissed her softly and then looked down at the handcuffs. “For tonight?”

“For the rest of your life,” she said quietly, kissing him again, more enthusiastically this time. He had the feeling he was going to quite enjoy the married life...

[drarreckyninja]

Weird things that have been overheard at 221B Baker Street:

Anderson: "Those hot ladies put this on their foreheads! Don't you wanna be a hot lady?"

Donovan: "Every guy grabs his wiener!"

Angelo: "Reams and reams of it."

Mrs. Hudson: "How does it taste after your best friend blows some sausage onto your pizza?"

Anthea: "My friend is having some trouble penetrating. I think I'm just stuffing it further in there."

Irene: "And then you'd just get the water the nuts were sucked in-soaked in!"

Greg: "Is Mycroft going to shower me, too? We should talk about that.

Mycroft: "Gregory, do you like it in the ear?"

John: "I don't mind when nut milk gets on my pants... In fact, let me drink from your teat."

Sherlock: "I almost just pierced my lip with my own nut-buster. Wouldn't be the first time!"

Molly: "I feel like my weenus is gonna burn off!"

Moriarty: "Soft and moist! That was our side project for a little while."

[wipbigbang]

2021 Round - Artist Claims

Claims for artists are open! The first round will go this week and then I'll post a new round on Thursday, opening it up for seconds. Everybody spread the word! We have 96 story summaries for you to choose from!

This year, art claims are working a little differently than in years past. We are using a google form to streamline things, which should make things easier both for you as participants and us mods. To claim a story, the form requires email, check in ID, and the identifying number of your first choice of story. Putting your top three choices is best in case your first or second has already been chosen. Please be sure you've read the FAQ before claiming.

Click here for the story summaries!

Stories are listed by fandom in alphabetical order and then by the story name, with a number identifying that story (for our records). Stories are first come, first serve. I'll update the post as stories are claimed. On Thursday, I'll temporarily close the form and post the stories that are left.

Official posting dates begin on August 8th. Once all stories are claimed and all artists/authors have been notified, I will put up a sign-up sheet so authors and artists can choose their posting dates.

Click here to claim a story!

[crieativity]

Inktober Day 2 - Mindless

Enjoy Amnesiac!Greg meeting Mycroft for the first time (on his end) and Mycroft meeting the lover he thought was dead after several years.

Greg now is a store clerk and he was just out for coffee while Mycroft is just trudging through his work in the government returning to an empty house day to day.

Not as if Greg wasn’t the same. He lives alone with an abandoned dog and cat he had taken in and named after the two people that found him. They told him their names were Sal and Will, they weren’t friends but they were working together to solve murders and found him. 

Now the rest is up to you or else this will snowball into another damn story XD 

[thebeethathums]

Observers - 60

Pairing: Sherlock Holmes x Reader

Warnings: injury, abduction, abuse.

A/N: Full warning to those of your following this that the next few chapters have a lot of violence and conflict that may be triggering to some. I will do by best to put as much in the warnings as I can but please read at your own discretion

Glancing warily towards the door to his office, Lestrade let out a tired but content sigh, kicking his feet up on his desk to enjoy his afternoon coffee and muffin in peace. It had been a thankfully quiet few days with Sherlock on the West End case and though he was still on call for if he and John ran into trouble, the detective inspector couldn’t help but enjoy the lull in his normally hectic schedule. He had just begun happily munching on his muffin when Donovan popped her head through his door, “We’ve got a domestic case I think you-“ “Not our division,” he called nonchalantly, taking another bite of his muffin, and you stepped into the doorway, “How about a favor for a friend then?” His eyes went wide as he choked on the mouthful he’d just taken and you gave Sally a nod as you stepped into his office and shut the door behind you. You’d already gotten her to promise not to mention anything about this to anyone, surprising how pity can change a person’s attitude toward you. Sinking down into one of the chairs across from him with a wince, you patiently waited for him to catch his breath so he could voice his first question, “Did Sherlock do this to you?” 

You shook your head vigorously as his eyes wandered over you, taking in every visible marker of pain. Both your eyes were rimmed with dark bruises and the rest of your face wasn’t any better with bruises and small cuts and scrapes patterning nearly every inch of it and your lips split in two different locations. Lestrade could see that the rest of your body was likely in a similar state given that the bruises continued down your neck to disappear under your shirt. 

“It looks worse than it is. Mostly superficial. He thought he'd have time to do more,” you assured as you shifted, face looking extremely pained, and he caught a glimpse of the raw skin around your wrists as he breathed, “What happened? I thought you were supposed to leave for France yesterday.” You looked down at your lap, unsure of how to put into words all that had occurred since the train station the day before, “I was… I ran into some trouble at the station. My ex-boyfriend sort of… abducted me.” “How did you get here then? Do John and Sherlock know?” “He’s a bit daft in addition to not having expected me to fight back. I’m not the same person as I was then... he made the mistake of assuming I was in addition to putting me in handcuffs. It took me a bit to get out of them and longer to come up with a plan... eventually, I had an opportunity. I broke his nose and locked him in the room he was keeping me in,” you explained and Lestrade would have laughed at your captor's stupidity if you didn’t look so bad, wincing as you continued, “Which brings me to my favor. Will you collect him and deport him back to France? Sherlock and John don’t and can’t know about this, it’s too much of a risk… I can’t have either of them in jail for murder because they were trying to protect me or get revenge.” Lestrade gave you a confused look, “You only want me to deport him? You could press some serious charges, (F/n). They would put him away for a very long time.” “No, they wouldn’t. He’s a cop… doing that would just be a delay to him getting sent back- they would demand you send him to France to face the charges and, as always, he would use his friends and connections to get out of it. Filing a domestic violence complaint is enough to get his visa revoked and have him deported. That’s all I need.” “What if he comes back?” “That is someone else’s favor, Greg. You pick him up and get him out of England. I’ll handle the rest. Can I count on you?” “Of course. Anything,” he nodded and you leaned forward to write down all the information he would need and fill out the proper form before softly requesting, “May I borrow your mobile?” He was quick to nod, offering it to you. You gave it right back after shooting off a text, moving to stand as you said, “Thank you, Greg. Please call on me if there is any way I can return the favor.” “Are you sure you shouldn’t see a doctor?” he asked, hastily standing, and you offered him a tight smile, “I’m fine, Lestrade. Believe me when I say I’ve had much worse… Now if you’ll excuse me I have somewhere to be.” You turned and walked out the door before he could protest any further, leaving him to sort of gape before barking out a series of orders to his team- he wasn’t going to let you down. You had always loved rain but as you stepped into the street now you loved it for an entirely different reason, beyond grateful that it gave you an excuse to pull your jacket’s shielding hood up to keep away not only the rain but the inquisitive stares as well. You ignored the soreness of your body as you swiftly strode to your next destination, avoiding the intimacy of a cab in favor of the anonymity of the rapidly emptying streets. For once, you hoped that your brother was caught up enough in the case to miss the fact you hadn’t called the day before like you'd promised, things were bad enough without him worriedly nosing around to try and find you. A few tears slipped down your cheek as you tried to reassure yourself that everything was going to be ok. You could handle this. You’d always known this was a possibility and right now you could only be glad that neither Sherlock nor John had gotten dragged into it… and that somehow you’d managed to keep from having a panic attack. Then again the day was far from over. You slipped through the door to a small upscale piano bar, catching the eye of the bartender with a small wave to which he nodded and jerked his head toward one of the private rooms in back. He was an acquaintance from a while back and you had a standing agreement that when you sent people here in search of you he should show them to one of the back rooms without any questions- your artist friends were a secretive bunch and liked to play it mysterious. Stepping through the door, you found Mycroft staring into a roaring fire with a glass of brandy in hand, “May I ask why you’ve called me to this place, (F/n)? Could we not have met at your friend’s café as we normally do?” “Don’t play games, Mycroft. You know I’m supposed to be in France… there was a risk of being seen had we had gone to Annie’s,” you answered as you crossed the room. You stretched your hands toward the fire for a moment as he hummed, “You did not answer my first question- why am I here?”   He looked up at you for the first time as you shrugged off your coat and hung it near the fire to dry before turning to him, “I need a favor.” His eyes widened ever so slightly as they took in your state, getting a glimpse at even more than Lestrade had now that your jacket was off, and didn’t bother with all the pointless questions, going straight to, “What do you need?” You sank down in the armchair across from him, looking deeply into the flickering flames of the fire, “Keep him from returning to England. I know you can… I’ll do whatever you ask of me in return.” Mycroft was quiet for a while before beginning, “You’re trying to protect your brother and mine. They have no idea you are here or what’s happened to you and if you had it your way they never would. You’ve been to see Lestrade and he’s agreed to do his part. I’m impressed that you’ve managed to keep a clear head through all this, though given what I know about you from our previous talks I can’t say I’m surprised. I will do as you ask… but not because I desire a favor in return. You are important to my brother and by extension me and you are one of the few in this world I find sufferable… it would be difficult to replace you should this escalate further.” Blinking for a moment to try and process that, you nodded, “Thank you, Mycroft. I appreciate it more than you will ever know.” The fire crackled for a while longer as the two of you enjoyed the silence and then you stood, beginning to struggle with your coat as you tried to avoid needlessly jostling your arms, both hosting nasty looking bruises from being twisted and wrenched around. Mycroft was swift to come to your aid, taking your jacket from you to offer you his own for a looser, less agitating fit, “Where do you plan on staying while you wait for your plan to play out?” Your subsequent silence answered his question and he pulled his coat snuggly around you as he hummed, “You’ll stay with me. I have extra room and extensive security.” Knowing from his tone that it was more of an order than an offer, you just nodded and let him lead you away as the shock, pain, and exhaustion finally settled in. You’d handled it… now to deal with the aftermath.

[luminoustico]

Mycroft/Donovan 22, please and thank you

22: two miserable people meeting at a wedding au.

I need some tooth-rotting fluff. (Contains references to the events of TFP.)

Molly Hooper-Holmes, once just Hooper, had chosen sweet pea flowers for her bouquet. Just like her. Unconventional, unexpected and accidentally against the grain. The whole reception, without banners and tablecloths but hard wooden tables that would look more at home in a science laboratory, more sweet pea flowers stuck into cut glass beakers. Napkins folded into shapes of swans.

On the dance floor, the once ice-cold Sherlock Holmes had his arms wrapped around his wife and his chin tucked against her neck. Classical music, not the struggling choices of a cheap DJ, filled the reception. As before. Unconventional. Unexpected. Against the grain.

At least the champagne was normal. Sally gulped back her second glass, cracking her neck as she leant back in her chair. Underneath the bench table, she kicked off her high heels.

“One dance, Mycroft, it’s traditional—”

The universal wheedling voice of a drunk aunt came from a short distance away. This being half a Holmes affair, though, this drunken aunt had a plum in her mouth. Every slurred, amused vowel was rounded with trained eloquence. Sally listened for a while, amused by the contrast.

“Excuse me, aunt. My brother needs me.”

Sally glanced to Sherlock, who was staring doe-eyed into his wife’s eyes. Or as ‘doe-eyed’ as a Holmes could get. Their version of ‘doe-eyed’ seemed to be matched by a simple mortal’s look of fair interest.

Sally turned to look over her shoulder. The plum-tongued aunt toddled off towards the open bar (nothing the wealthy loved more than an open bar). The approaching figure, Mycroft Holmes, had only ever been a voice on the end of the line. A cool instruction here and there, sticking its nose where she very much didn’t want it. Whenever they’d made a breakthrough with Sherlock, got him to at least obey certain boundaries, there came Mycroft Holmes, coolly waving his sword about and allowing his brother free reign of the whole of London.

It was a special kind of man who created resentment while being entirely faceless.

Though it was an extraordinarily ordinary kind of man who ignored her glare towards him and continued to walk straight over. His hands in his pockets, Mycroft Holmes tilted his head at her.

“My aunt is a persistent woman, hell-bent on obeying the traditions of – marital ceremonies – which includes dancing with her nephew and bothering him with entirely irrelevant questions about his current social life.” His eyes narrowed. “Though why I feel the need to impart this to you, I’m unaware.”

Sally chuckled. “So am I.”

“I need a partner willing to take on a dance with me while my aunt approaches the level of intoxication where she becomes more focused on heaping praise on my brother.” Mycroft Holmes stuck out a hand. Sally drew back in surprise, blinking up at him.

“You are a plausible enough candidate for me to dance with without anyone becoming suspicious. Sherlock will assume I’m trying to escape our aunt, quite rightly on this occasion.”

“Your parents?”

“Half-asleep, shuffling their way around the dancefloor. Mother drank too much sherry,” he added. He re-offered his hand. “May I?”

“Do I have to wear my heels?”

“Our current height discrepancy won’t affect our dance. Unless you’d like to wear them for aesthetic reasons—”

“Oh for fuck’s sake, I’ll dance with you,” Sally grumbled. She grasped his hand and, manoeuvring between the chairs, led him towards the edge of the dancefloor. His hand held her at her upper back, keeping her at a polite distance. A vaguely recognisable tune started to play. Sally awkwardly swayed to the music, in time with his own awkward movements, eyeing the rest of the guests. A pair of grey-haired old dears, with the happy parent smiles of seeing a child married, danced cheek to cheek with lidded eyes. Mycroft and Sherlock’s parents, as predicted. And, as predicted, Sherlock glanced up at their entry onto the dancefloor. Sally swallowed the flush of anxiety creeping up her chest, avoiding his eye and staring at Mycroft’s chest.

“Do you mind—” the high plum-tongued voice asked. 

“No!” Sally barked, whipping her head towards Mycroft’s drunken aunt. She clamped down on her bottom lip as the aunt scanned her. She sniffed and turned away, wobbling as she stormed off with a cry of well I never and I should’ve expected that.

“Sorry,” Sally said into the ensuing silence. 

“Life peers like my aunt always tend to have their feathers ruffled when they don’t get what they want.”

“If you don’t mind me saying – it’s a bit creepy, isn’t it? The way she’s going after you.”

“Are you implying something, Miss Donovan?” Mycroft’s raised eyebrow fell into a sigh, shaking his head. “She’s trying to get a bill passed and thinks I might be able to – handle it. Push it through, as it were.”

“Oh.“ She remembered that musical, Hamilton, and that song she’d been unable to get out of her head for weeks. "We dream in the dark for the most part,” she hummed. 

“Pardon?”

“Lyric. You know musicals?”

“My parents are fond,” he replied. He seemed to quantify everything by his parents. Like they were his moral compass. As they danced, Mycroft gave a theatrical shudder. “Can’t stand them. Especially that – French one.”

Sally frowned. “Les Miserables?”

The Miserables, as her mum called it.

“An overly romantic portrait of the power of the people. The world cannot be solved by singing.”

“Yes it can,” Sally retorted. She grinned at his mouth folded down into a 'U’ shape, a clear look of total contempt. “Music can make the world go round,” she said playfully. She nodded towards the couple slinking off towards the gardens. “Bought those two together.”

“No, it didn’t.”

“It did,” Sally insisted. “Molly told me how they got together. He wrote a piece on his violin for her. Never expected him to be that sweet, actually.”

“After weeks of tiptoeing around her.”

“Huh?”

“Did you not know?”

“Not know what?” Sally asked, her eyes straying towards the gardens. Sherlock and Molly were nowhere to be seen now, having slipped off past the tree lights and braziers.

“It isn’t important. If you ask my brother, he might be inclined to fill you in.”

“Well.” There was a pain in Mycroft’s voice. A special kind of pain that Sally heard when her colleagues spoke of break-ups, difficulties with family. She cleared her throat. “I can expect the tiptoeing from him. Molly’s always frightened the shit out of him.”

Mycroft gave a dry laugh, glad for the subject change. Sally looked at up him. Their movements were less awkward now. The gap between their bodies had shrunk. “I don’t know if it was Molly Hooper herself who frightened my brother. More what she embodied.”

“Sunshine and rainbows?” Sally asked cheekily.

“Love,” he replied. He stared down at her. A smile appeared at the corners of his mouth. His eyes had softened. “He’s always held an affection for her, and our family’s never been one to encourage sentiment.”

“Really?” Sally’s nose wrinkled. She glanced towards where Mycroft’s parents had danced; but they were sat now, talking quietly between each other. She and Mycroft were the only ones remaining on the dancefloor.

“So my brother, I think, has always been ashamed by the fondness he possesses for Miss Hooper.”

“Mrs Hooper-Holmes,” Sally raised an eyebrow.

“Ah, yes. Mrs Hooper-Holmes.”

“You really think he was ashamed?”

“How could he not be? He wouldn’t have treated her so viciously, otherwise.”

Sally paused. She tilted her head. “Did you – that’s from Les liaisons dangereuses, isn’t it?”

“Just because I find musicals ghastly, does not mean I find other forms of theatre abhorrent.”

“Who’d have known?” Sally snorted. “Mycroft Holmes, secret theatre lover.”

They danced for a little longer, swaying in small circles around the floor. Her skirt floated around her ankles. His feet delicately moved around her feet, careful not to step on her toes. His hand, somehow, had slipped down to the small of her back. Sally pressed her chest against his, her cheek to his torso. His heartbeat, underneath the layers of wedding clothes, hummed and beat, a dull thrum in her ears and head. She breathed, calm. The flush of anxiety that always seemed to be her companion, was faded.

“Miss Donovan?” He murmured her name against her hair.

“Mm?”

“I’ve hit upon a problem.”

“Really.”

“The orchestra has ceased for the night.”

“So what. Don’t need music to dance.”

“I was led to believe—”

“Oh shut up and dance. It’s nice.”

He fell into silence for a while.

“It is,” he said, more to himself than her. She grinned against his waistcoat. “It is – more than nice, Miss Donovan.”

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey Steph, really adore your blog. I saw your ask about s3 and s4 John and his anger. do you have any pics that deal with that? I think his anger is caused by his jealousy. he loves Sherlock and is deeply insecure about S's love for him. I'd love to find some fics that actually deal with all of that. thank you. x

Hey Nonny!!

I DO!!! Been waiting for another ask to finally get this list up and out! Hope you find something you enjoy on this one! <3

ANGRY / CRANKY JOHN

See also:

Jealous John b/c of Other People

Jealous John

Jealous John Pt. 2 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 2 

Jealous John Pt 3 and Jealous Sherlock Pt 3 

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 4 

Jealous John and Sherlock Pt. 5

Texts and Tea by JillianWatson1058 (K, 959 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Texting, Humour, Fluff, POV John, Cranky John) – A John who is woken up at 2:30 in the morning is not a happy John. Sherlock, frankly, doesn’t care. He just wants his tea.

And, Usually, He's the One Who GIVES Me a Headache by Cumberbatch Critter (T, 1,315 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, POV John, Cranky John, Headaches, Head Massage) – A migraine is never fun.

Hallucinations can't open doors by Bespectacled dreamer (K+, 1,330 w., 1 Ch. || Reunion, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Hallucinations, John’s Wedding, Light Humour) – In which John gets married and Sherlock gets a broken nose.

The 3x John Carried Sherlock, and Once ViceVersa by ShinkonoKokoro (K+, 1,673 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff, Friendship, Three and One, BAMF John, Sherlock Whump, Worried Sherlock, John Gets Shot) – It happens more than he suspects.

Baskerville After Dark by Ttime42 (T, 1,921 w., 1 Ch. || THoB, Friendship, Humor, Bed Sharing, Missing Scenes, Cranky John, Cuddles) – John and Sherlock have to share a bed at Baskerville. Gen, but can be preslash.

Stay by sussexbound (M, 2,067 w., 1 Ch. || Post TAB, Suicidal Ideation Mention, Implied / Referenced Drug Use, Kissing, Love Confessions, Frottage, Coming in Pants) –  “Why? Why did you do it? Hmm…?” He takes a deep breath, waits, lets it out again. “Look at me.” There’s no denying him when he takes this tone. “Why did you kill him? Hmm…? For her? After…” A muscle twitches in the corner of John’s eye, and he clamps his jaw down tightly, swallows and sniffs a little before continuing. “For her? After everything she’s done?” “For you.” Before he can even stop himself. Just like that.

Denial Isn’t Just a River in Egypt by satanatemycat (T, 2,107 w., 1 Ch. || Humour, Friendship, Texting, Bored/Cranky Sherlock) – In which John makes a bet with a co-worker. If he wins, she shuts up about him and Sherlock being a couple. If he loses… well, that doesn’t matter, because he won’t lose. Because he and Sherlock ARE NOT a couple. Right?

Nothing Left Untouched by ForeverShippingJohnlock (K+, 2,617 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Romance, Bed Sharing, Oblivious Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Grumpy John, Fluff and Cuddles) – Sherlock rearranges the flat. So what if John's bedroom is now a research library. It's not like John needs a bedroom, he can share with Sherlock. They're friends and John has obviously slept in close quarters with men before and it's not like Sherlock sleeps much anyway. It'll be fine.

Those Days by StillWaters1 (T, 2,663 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD / Sensory Attacks, Caring Sherlock) – If Sherlock had danger nights, then these were John's danger days.

Extraordinary by ardenteurophile (T, 2,739 w., 7 Ch. || Angst, Pining, Romance, Second Person POV Sherlock, Pre-Slash) – Sherlock tries to understand his preoccupation with one Doctor John Watson - the one case he can never solve.

BBCSH 'The Comfort of Company' by tigersilver (T, 2,769 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF/Mary, Hurt/Comfort, Romance, Bed Sharing, Grumpy John, Touching, Clingy/Handsy Sherlock, Cranky Sherlock, Fluff and Light Angst) – It's a trope that John and Sherlock end up sharing in the same bed eventually and I admit I do adore it unconditionally, along with all it infers as to the lowering of defenses and the heightening of trust. I put forth for your consideration that the notion persists because those who think about these things realize these two men are each in dire need of some good company.

Unquantifiable by 221b_hound (M, 2,799 w. 1 Ch. || Est. Rel., Grumpy John, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Pet Names, Texting, Sweet Sherlock, Princess Bride References) – John remains a terrible and foul-tempered patient, but he does try to make up for it with pet names and text message silliness. In the meantime, Sally Donovan visits Baker Street for a hint about the Milverton case, and has to deal with a Sherlock Holmes who can't find words big enough to thank her for saving John's life at the warehouse. For afters, there's a viewing of The Princess Bride. Part 33 of the Unkissed series

Bathroom Accessories by Evenlodes_Friend (E, 3,324 w., 1 Ch. || Sex Toys, Butt Plug, First Kiss / Time, Romance, Horny Sherlock, John’s Patience Wears Thin, Humour, Bottomlock) – John discovers that Sherlock has been playing with some very adult toys in the bath.

After the Bombs by VampirePam (T, 3,337 w., 2 Ch. || THoB AU, Drugs, John’s PTSD, Panic Attack, Nightmares, Caring Sherlock, Cuddles, Bed Sharing, Angst, Hurt/Comfort) – In which the drugs Sherlock used to dose John trigger a severe episode of PTSD. When terrors old and new cause John to fall apart, Sherlock must rectify his mistake and pick up the pieces.

Breakfast, acronyms and brotherhood by Rose de Sharon (K+, 4,074 w., 1 Ch. || TBB Fic, Friendship/Bromance, Hurt/Comfort, Protective John, Fluff) – Set after The Blind Banker: my take of Sherlock and John's conversation over breakfast. S/J friendship, bromance, no slash.

Afghanistan in Baskerville by Amaya Ramiel (K+, 4,357 w., 1 Ch. || THoB Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Drugged John, PTSD / Panic Attack, Hallucinations, Worried Sherlock, John’s Past, Friendship) – What if John hadn't seen the hound when Sherlock trapped him in the lab? What if instead, his very real nightmares of the war had materialized all around him? Trapped and drugged, John can't tell what's real and what's not. How will Sherlock react?

What John Doesn't Know (Won't Hurt Him) by blueink3 (NR [T], 4,392 w., 1 Ch, || S3 Fix It, Pining Sherlock, Snippets of Life, Hurt/Comfort, Scars, Fluff and Angst, Five and One, Hopeful Ending, POV Sherlock) – Five people who see Sherlock's scars before John Watson. But Sherlock's secrets were never something he could keep from his blogger for long.

Overture by Kate_Lear (M, 4,435 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss / Time, Friends to Lovers, Angry John, Introspection, Dev. Rel., Embarassed / Insecure Sherlock, Morning After, Bed Sharing, Cuddles / Limpet Sherlock) – A short snippet on how John and Sherlock might have got together.

When Your Belly's in the Trench by Morgan_Stuart (T, 4,743 w., 1 Ch. || PTSD, Character Study, Rescue, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Implied Torture, Trauma, Danger, Drama, Kidnapping/Captivity) – The next time that door opens, John Watson will kill the person on the other side.

Given In Evidence by verityburns (M, 5,034 w., 19 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Angst, Drama, Case Fic, Romance, BAMF!John, Submissive Sherlock, First Kiss, Humour) – Coming back from the dead can be a complicated business. With a new case on the horizon, rebuilding a life is one thing... rebuilding a friendship quite another. For Sherlock and John, things may never be just the same...

This Year by DiscordantWords (T, 6,283 w., 2 Ch. || TEH Divergence / No Mary, New Year’s Eve, John’s A Mess, Jealous John, Awkward Conversations, Trapped in a Closet, Estranged After Return, John POV, Semi-Reunion, Angry John, First Kiss, Reconciliation, Clueless Sherlock, Happy Ending) – Last year, Sherlock Holmes showed up at the Landmark with a fake moustache and a bad French accent and threw John's entire life into disarray with two words: "Not dead." This year, there are more surprises in store.

An Interpretation of Viewing Habits by akitsuko (E, 6,653 w., 1 Ch. || Porn Watching, Masturbation, Anal, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss / Time, Declarations of Love, Jealous Sherlock, Fantasizing, John in Denial / Internalized Homophobia, Bottomlock, Pining Idiots, Sherlock Has No Boundaries, Cockblocking Sherlock) – John watches porn. It's a perfectly normal thing to do.If every video he watches happens to feature actors with remarkable physical similarities to his flatmate, well, that's no one's business but his own. Or: John is in denial, until his infatuation with Sherlock is impossible to deny anymore.

BANG by ElvendorkInfinity (T, 7,016 w., 3 Ch. || Post-TGG AU, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Worried / Scared Sherlock, Alternating POV, Whump, Hospital Recovery, Open Ending) – 'I should warn you,' Sherlock says, his voice steady and his eyes fixed on Moriarty. 'You are sadly misinformed.' And he fires. Prequel to M Is For Moriarty

Stranded by BeautifulFiction (T, 5, 798 w., 1 Ch. || First Kiss, Communication / Relationship Discussion, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock POV, BAMF John, Doctor John, Case Fic, Drinking, Huddling For Warmth, Friends to More) –  When stranded on a derelict barge at high tide, John and Sherlock reconsider their friendship.

London Gods by a_different_equation (E, 11,092 w., 5 Ch. || American Gods Fusion || Magical Realism, Sex Magic, True Love, PTSD John, First Kiss/Time, Marathon Sex, Sensuality, Genie Sherlock, Human John, Internalize Homophobia, Star-Crossed Lovers, Soul Mates) – Sherlock Holmes is a jinn who does not grant wishes. However, when Dr. John H. Watson, recently returned from the war in Afghanistan, gets into his cab by "accident", it might not even need magic to grant both men their deepest wish: love.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

Shuteye Shenanigans by Ayakae (K+, 13,263 w., 8 Ch. || Post-TRF, Friendship / Epic Bromance, John’s Nightmares, Angsty Fluff, Bed Sharing, Humour, Cuddles, Taking Care of Each Other, Domestics) – John Watson has never slept with Sherlock Holmes. Never ever ever. And never will, thank you very much. Well, there was that one time, but John didn't count that. It was completely different, just like the second time it happened. And the third. And the fourth. Epic bromance, but it can be read as pre-slash if you wish.

The Palmyra Atoll by elwinglyre (E, 16,609 w., 3 Ch. || TSo3 Divergence / Episode Fix-It, Stockholm Syndrome, Kidnapped John Watson, John Whump, Evil Mary, Angst, Cuddling & Snuggling, Toplock, Limited 3rd John POV) – As John's preparing for the wedding, Sherlock is preparing to have his heart broken, and Mary is prepared to do the unthinkable. Intervention required. Enter Sherlock. Set before Sign of Three with a far different outcome. John is drugged, kidnapped, and left on an island, but not just any old island.

Wonderful, Etcetera. by VictoryCandescence (T, 16,955 w., 3 Ch. || Wonderful Life AU || Alternate Timelines, Brotherhood, Homophobia, Suicidal Ideations, Mentions of Drug Use, Friendship, Different TRF, Sherlock’s Past, Victor Trevor is Past Boyfriend, Depression, Hallucination?, Love Confessions, Christmas, First Kiss) – Sherlock thinks everyone would be better off if he had never existed, including and especially himself. When he finds himself in a world in which his wish has been granted, he begins to think perhaps even he could be wrong – but it takes an unlikely chaperone to make him not only observe, but understand.

I Think I've Come A Long Long Way To Sit Before You Here Today by ArwenKenobi (T, 18,251 w., 3 Ch. || Grief/Mourning, Passage of Time, Major Character Death, Alternating POV, Sherlock Whump, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Coma, Revenge Murders, Hallucinations, Love Confessions, Brutal Accident, Mystrade, Ghost John) – One year after John is killed Sherlock starts to wonder whether John has actually gone anywhere.

Out of the Woods by SilentAuror (E, 20,471 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Romance, Slow Burn, Flirting, Drunk Sex, Practical Jokes, POV Sherlock, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Pining Sherlock, Frustrated Wanking, Frottage, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, First Kiss/Time, Virgin Sherlock, Love Confessions, Soft Sherlock, Dancing, Bum Appreciation, Hanging out with the Yard) – Sherlock is fairly certain that John has taken to flirting with him of late, but can't be entirely certain of it. At least, not until a case takes them into a forest, along with Lestrade's team and something happens that will change everything about their lives...

A Quiet Life by DiscordantWords (M, 25,176 w., 6 Ch. || Post S4, Retirement, POV Sherlock, Awkwardness, Established Relationship, Family Dynamics, Minor Character Death, Questionable Parenting Choices, Non-Linear Narrative, 20 Year Old Rosie, Meddling Mycroft, Pining Sherlock, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Angst, Sherlock Whump) – There had been three days of silence and a funeral. Sherlock had the terrible feeling that whatever happened next would depend, entirely, on him.

To Mend Icarus by AlessNox (T, 28,347 w., 14 Ch. || Post-TRF / Pre-S3 Divergence, BAMF John, Anger, Fighting, Sex, Bed Sharing, Stalking, Case Fic, John’s Past, Introspection, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Crime, Mythology, Darkness) – After a case lands John Watson in court, he tells Sherlock that he is leaving. Not understanding why, Sherlock decides that the only way to learn the truth is to investigate his flatmate, Dr. John Watson. Sherlock finds that coming back is not enough to fix all of the damage that he caused by leaving. A post Reichenbach, post reunion re-discovery fic.

Hellfire by testosterone_tea (E, 28,596 w., 9 Ch. || Fantasy / Magic / Mages / Elementals AU || Mage Sherlock, Elemental John, Developing Relationship, Torture, Powerful / BAMF John, POV Alternating, Dark / Blood Magic, UST, First Kiss) – Sherlock is a Mage that gets involved with a case involving Dark Summoning rituals, leading him to John Watson, a man with Berserker blood. The only thing is, Berserkers have been extinct for centuries. And of course, nothing involving Mycroft and his interfering ways is ever simple. This time, even Sherlock may have bitten off more than he can chew.

A Home for Us by sussexbound (M, 30,581 w., 12 Ch. || Scars, Bedsharing, Grief, Doctor John, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Implied/Referenced Torture, Sherlock POV, Pining Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation, Heavy Emotions, Clingy Sherlock, Hallucinations, Disassociation, Emotional Turmoil) – He has been on the road for two years, and he is exhausted. He’s almost accepted that he will never see London (John) again—almost. But then there are nights like tonight, where he is weak, and all he can think of is the warmth of the flat they once shared, the crackle of the fire in the hearth, the teasing smile playing at the corner of John’s lips, the boxes of half-eaten Chinese takeaway balanced precariously in their laps. He aches at the memory of it, at the realisation that it is something he may never experience again.

carrying up his morning tea by darcylindbergh (E, 34,504 w., 5 Ch. || Post S3, Minor Character Death, Grief/Mourning, Wakes/Funerals, Estranged John, Pining Sherlock, Depression/Insecurity, Slow Burn, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Chronic Pain/Injury, Reconciliation, Awkwardness, Loneliness, Scars, Angst With Happy Ending) – His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

(Never) Turn Your Back to the Sea by DiscordantWords (M, 39,968 w., 7 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It || Grief / Mourning, Victor Trevor, Friendship, Sherlock is Not Okay, Nightmares/Flashbacks/Panic Attacks, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, John Comes Home) – Baker Street is very much the same. Only different. And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

Only To Be With You by SinceWhenDoYouCallMe_John (M, 40,768 w., 4 Ch. || Black Mirror / Future AU || Character Death, Future Technology, Sickness/Cancer/Illness, Heavy Angst with Happy Ending, First Person POV John, Pining John, Heart-Wrenching Angst) – I tell myself that next time I’ll come near this same place again. Wait around for the mysterious stranger in his coat to dash past me, hot on the heels of a new criminal in black. I think this all the way back to my Exit, planning where I’ll wait and what I’ll say when I see him. Scheming on how to get his name. It’s only once I reach the Exit Point door that I realize two hours and forty-five minutes have passed, and I realize that this won’t be the last time I Visit. It won’t be the last time at all.

Guidelines by WithLoweredVoices (M, 43,018 w., 15 Ch. || Winglock || Angels, Fantasy, Angst, BAMF! John, War, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Jealous John, Falling in Various Ways) – The Good Soldier, one of the oldest and strongest of the fallen, is offered a bargain: to live as John Watson and to Guide a fledgling archangel so that he will stay on the path of good. Of course, Sherlock Holmes has different ideas about his destiny. Fantasy AU. Warnings for violence, occasional gore, and a whole load of hurt and angst.

The Real Great Perfumers by shelleysprometheus (E, 45,355 w., 68 Ch. || Case Fic, Alternating POV, Gay Sherlock / Bi John, Canon Compliant with Divergence at TRF, Friends to Lovers, Oral / Anal, Pining, First Kiss / Time, Dev. Rel., Drugging, Body Worship, Bathing, Love Confessions, Travelling, Bottomlock, Cranky Sherlock, BJ’s, Alternating POV, Jealous John) – The case, this case. This extraordinary, fascinating, scintillating case. A house. Designed entirely by its eccentric owner, built by no less than five hundred expert tradesmen in the heart of Marrakesh. A house that had, seemingly not only driven its owner out, but also to his quite unpleasant death. And a perfumer, a chemist no less, the very thought of the secrets that house could reveal, would reveal was irresistible. Sherlock had to have this case ... and it seems, he also had to have John! Part 1 of the Forethought and Fire series

Inscrutable to the Last by DiscordantWords (M, 48,842 w., 6 Ch. || Post-TRF, Alternate S3, John’s Blog/S3 is a Story By John, Divorce, Marital Difficulties, John is a Mess, Emotional Reunion, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Grief / Mourning, Pining John, First Kiss, Adorably Clueless Sherlock, Nostalgia, Love Confessions, Eventual Happy Ending) – He wasn't Sherlock, he couldn't work miracles. All he'd ever been able to do was write about them.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse by SilentAuror (E, 50,635 w., 1 Ch. || Post-S4/S4 Divergence, Case Fic, For a Case / Reverse Fake-Relationship, Conferences, Marriage Equality, Travelling / New York, Pride, Homophobia, Bottomlock, Marriage Proposal, John POV, Sexuality, Love Confessions, Emotional Love Making, Public Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Passionate Kissing, Needy/Clingy Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Touching / Hand Holding, Bed Sharing, Little Spoon Sherlock, Intense Orgasms) – John and Sherlock go to New York to attend a conference run by the National Defence of Traditional Marriage Coalition in order to investigate the potential bombing of the annual Manhattan Pride parade. As the conference unfolds, John finds himself repulsed by the toxic ideology being presented, which becomes relevent to his own unacknowledged issues and his friendship with Sherlock...

Repairing the Broken Things by BakerTumblings (M, 75,252 w., 15 Ch. || S4 Compliant, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Medical Trauma, Hospitals, Big Brother Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Realizations, Severe Accident, John Whump, Pneumonia, Medical Procedures, Bed Sharing, First Time, Healing, Happy Ending) – "I'm calling today to notify you that there's been an accident."

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

A Goose Quill Dipped in Venom by Polyphony (M, 52,748 w., 16 Ch. || Celebrity John AU || Alternate First Meeting, TV Host John, Supermodel Mary, Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Case Fic, First Kiss/Time, Meddling Mycroft, Drug Abuse, Doctor John, PDA, Deductions, POV Sherlock, Toplock, Sexual Tension, Angry/Rough Sex, Hopeful Ending, Asperger’s Sherlock) – Sherlock Holmes, consulting detective, is called in to a very ordinary although brutal murder. Something is badly out of tune with the whole scenario and Sherlock finds himself becoming more and more obsessed with the crime - and also with the victim.

Points by lifeonmars (E, 53,791 w., 42 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || HLV Rewrite / Canon Divergence, Married Life, Pregnancy / Baby Watson, Drinking to Cope, Boxing / Fisticuffs, Clueless John, Angst, Minor Medical Drama, Tattoos, Christmas, First Kiss/Time, Eventual Happy Ending, Love Confessions, Doctor John, Sexuality Crisis, Slow Burn, Case Fic, Drugging, Blow/Hand Job, Emotional Love Making, Parenthood, Passage of Time) – What if His Last Vow never happened? This fic picks up a few months after John and Mary's wedding, in an alternate universe where Magnussen doesn't exist, but Mary is still pregnant. Life continues -- just in a different direction. And slowly, Sherlock and John find their way to each other.

Never Change a Running System by Lorelei_Lee (E, 54,246 w., 18 Ch. || Pre-TRF, Romance, Humour, Drama, Sex Toys, Anal, Rimming, Masturbation, Frottage, Blow Jobs, Public Sex, First Kiss / Time, Virgin Sherlock / Loss of Virginity, Accidental Voyeurism, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Experiments, Naive Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Possessive Sherlock, Straight With an Exception John, Hand Jobs) – Sherlock discovers his sexuality – with far-reaching consequences for John.

Albion and the Woodsman by Glenmore (NR [E], 54,437 w., 50 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post S3, Parentlock, Pining Sherlock, Angst, Family, Drug Use, Depression, Sherlock POV, Light Humour, Reconnecting, Declarations of Love) – Sherlock and John are devastated after Mary Morstan makes her final moves. Sherlock relapses at the crack house, John walks around the world … and a lot happens in between. Parentlock, in the good way.

The Thing Is by TSylvestris (E, 56,743 w., 21 Ch. || Case Fic, Dev. Rel., Anal/Oral, Blow Jobs, Meddling Mycroft, Drama, Romance, Humour, Casual Encounters, Pining Idiots, Possessive Sherlock, Orgasm Delay, Rough / Alley Sex, Public Sex, John Whump, Drugged John, Emotional Love Making, Awkward Relationship, Marriage of Convenience, Switchlock) – The problem with living with Sherlock, John thought, was that you never, never, ever knew the significance of anything. Like your flatmate's nose buried in your hair. Whilst you're in bed. Part 1 of Nitroglycerine

Lunar Landscapes by J_Baillier (M, 57,046 w., 21 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || S3/TAB Fix-It, Slow Burn Angst, Drama, Hurt/Comfort, Confessions, Drugs, Pain, Medical, Injury, Sherlock Whump, Mental Health Issues, Panic Attacks, Romance, Secrets,  Tragedy, Trauma, BAMF John, Doctor!John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Injured Sherlock, Grieving John, Idiots In Love,  Protective John, POV John Watson, PTSD Sherlock, Sherlock is a Mess, Medical Realism) – An accident forces John to face the fact that Sherlock's downward spiral had started long before his flight to exile even left the tarmac.

The Bells of King's College by SilentAuror (E, 64,019 w., 5 Ch. || Post-S4, Missed Opportunities, Angst with Happy Ending, Fake Relationship, Case Fic, John POV, Jealous John, John in Denial, Travelling / Holidays, Virgin Sherlock, Wedding Proposals) – It's only been two weeks since Eurus Holmes disrupted their lives when Mycroft sends John and Sherlock to Cambridge to pose as an engaged couple at a wedding show in the hopes of solving six unsolved deaths...

Hell Sent, Heaven Bound by ConsultingHound (M, 64,381 w, 16 Ch. || Angels / Demons AU ||  Fallen Angel Sherlock / Angel Cop John, Alternate First Meeting, Slow Burn, Case Fic, John & Lestrade are Friends Before Sherlock, BAMF John, Mind Palace John, Friends to Lovers, John in Denial, Sherlock Picks Out John’s Clothing, Clubbing / Dancing, Mildly Jealous John, Awkwardness, Kidnapping, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Sacrifice, Worried / Anxious Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Immortal to Mortal) – Ex-War healer and current angelic guard John Watson is not having the best day. He overslept, he’s underpaid, and now there’s someone tagging the Council’s building walls. However things may be about to get interesting: there’s an unusual stranger hanging around (the definition of tall, dark, and handsome), a literal underground cult is brewing, and rumblings are coming from hell. Can he keep his neighbourhood safe, how and why is he being connected to all this, and who the hell is Sherlock Holmes?

White Knight by DiscordantWords (M, 69,840 w., 13 Ch. || S4 Compliant/Post S4, Marriage For a Case, Jealous John, Pining John, Janine / Sherlock Fake Relationship, Serial Killers, Case Fic, Undercover as a Couple, Weddings, John is a Mess, Misunderstandings, Wedding Planning, Jealousy, Drunkenness, Love Confessions, Angst with Happy Ending) – Green. The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience. Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it. Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

Just To Hold You Close by sussexbound (E, 70,841 w., 18 Ch. || Alternate First Meeting, Sherlock POV, ASD Sherlock, PTSD John, Demisexual Sherlock, Bisexual John, Cuddling/Snuggling, Platonic Cuddling, Enthusiastic Consent, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, First Kiss/Time, Sexual Tension, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Cuddle Negotiations, For a Case Until It Isn’t, Hair Petting, Sexual Negotiation, Anxiety, Trust Issues, Slow Burn, Panic Attacks, Frottage, Hand/Blow Jobs, Referenced Self Harm / Abuse / Suicidal Ideation, First Kiss/Time, Anal) – When a woman is murdered and the last person to see her alive is recently invalided army vet turned reluctant (and prickly) professional cuddler, John Watson, Sherlock Holmes is pulled into a world of intimacy and intrigue he never could have imagined. John is a conundrum and mystery: frank yet reserved, tender yet angry, open yet afraid. Sherlock is instantly drawn into his orbit, and begins to feel and desire things he never has before.

The Vapor Variant by 88thParallel (CanadaHolm) (M, 72,684 w., 18 Ch. || Post-THoB, John Whump, Protective Sherlock, Guilty Sherlock, Anxious/Worried Sherlock, Virgin Sherlock, Angst with Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD John, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Suspense, Virus, Sickfic, Big Brother Mycroft) – They stood face to face in the middle of a clearing. The dim light of the moon barely allowed Sherlock to see the glassy terror in John’s eyes and the sweat that glistened off his forehead. His nose was bleeding again, blood dripping in a slow stream from his right nostril. They were both gasping for air, John’s eyes locked on Sherlock’s. There was no recognition there, just wild animal fear. Time stood still for an eternal few seconds, and Sherlock took a shaky breath. “John—”Spell broken, John spun and bolted back into the woods. Still heaving for air, Sherlock took off after him.

The Monument of Memory by J_Baillier (M, 79,663 w., 14 Ch. || Post S4 Fix It Fic / S4 is Canon, Angst, Family Drama, Guilt, Case Fic, John Loves Sherlock, Complicated Feelings, Mentalism / Hypnosis, Murder, Grieving John, Sherlock is a Bit Not Good, Team Work, Trust Issues, BAMF John, Psychological Trauma, Protective John, Autistic-Spectrum Sherlock, Parentlock, John POV) –  A genius traumatised by a past he's only beginning to recall. The psychopath sister that time forgot. A missing woman and a mentalist who may or may not be a murderer. And, in the middle of it all, stands John Watson.

Thermocline by J_Baillier (M, 83,557 w., 14 Ch. || Scuba Diving AU || Adventure, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Marine Archaeology, Asexual Sherlock, Horny John, Relationship Drama, Technical/Scuba/Wreck Diving, Slow Burn, Underwater /  Medical Peril, Doctor John, Hurt Sherlock, Anxious Sherlock, John POV, Protective John, Body Appreciation) – John "Five Oceans" Watson — technical dive instructor, dive accident analyst and weapon of mass seduction — meets recluse professor of maritime archaeology Holmes. As they head out to a remote archipelago off the coast of Guatemala to study and film its shipwrecks for a documentary, will sparks fly or fizzle out?

Not Broken, Just Bent by Schmiezi (E, 87,585 w., 43 Ch. || Pining, Love Confessions, Rape/Sexual Assault, Torture, Hurt/Comfort, Heavy Angst, Villain!Mary, Suicidal Ideations, Main Character Death, Sherlock First Person POV, Parentlock, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Grief/Mourning, Emotional Love Making, Possessiveness, Depression, PTSD, Kidnapping, Virgin Sherlock, Eventual Happy Ending) – "For a second, I allow myself to remember teaching John how to waltz. There is a special room in my mind palace for it. A big one, with a proper parquet dance floor. For a second, I go there. I remember holding him, closer than the World Dance Council asks for, excusing it with the fact that we are training for a wedding, not for a competition. For a second, I feel his hand on mine again, smell his sweat, hear the song we used. For a second, I allow myself to love him deeply. For a second, only a second, that love reflects on my face." Fix-it for S3, starting at the end of TSoT. Evil Mary.

Kintsukuroi by sussexbound (E, 91,823 w., 20 Ch. || S4 Compliant / Post-TLD, Grief / Mourning, PTSD, Internalized Homophobia, Therapy, Past Abuse, Alcohol Abuse, Nightmares, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Depression, Anxiety, Bed Sharing, Love Confessions, Cuddling, Suicidal Ideation, Masturbation, Minor Character Death, Sexting, Frottage, Inexperienced Sherlock, Rimming / Anal / BJ’s, Emotional Turmoil, Finding Each Other) – “I love you.” Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling. “I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up. The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”  

The Summer Boy by khorazir (T, 94,706 w., 6 Ch. || Post S3/Post TAB/Alternate S4, Friends to Lovers, Asexual Sherlock, POV Sherlock, Flashbacks, Bullying, 1980′s Kid Sherlock, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Inexperienced Sherlock, Grief/Mourning, Pining Sherlock, Case Fic, Sherlock’s Past, Awkward Conversations, Anxious Sherlock, John Separated From His Child) – About half a year after the fateful events at Appledore, Sherlock and John embark on a private case in Sussex. For Sherlock, it’s a journey into his past, bringing up memories both happy and sad that he has locked away for almost thirty years. For John, it means coming to terms with the present – and a potential future with Sherlock. Part 1 of the The Summer Boy series

Northwest Passage by Kryptaria (E, 95,157 w., 27 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canadian AU ||  BAMF!John, Canadian John, PTSD, Anal / Oral Sex, Rimming, Emotional Hurt / Comfort, Drug Rehab, Falling in Love, Pining Sherlock, Love Confessions, Sherlock’s Violin, Panic Attacks, Switching, Anxious / Protective Sherlock, Hugs for Comfort, Suicide Mentions, Healing Each Other) – Seven years ago, Captain John Watson of the Canadian Forces Medical Service withdrew from society, seeking a simple, isolated life in the distant northern wilderness of Canada. Though he survives from one day to the next, he doesn't truly live until someone from his dark past calls in a favor and turns his world upside-down with the introduction of Sherlock Holmes." Part 1 of Tales from the Northwest

The Cost of a Wish by slashscribe (E, 102,493 w., 12 Ch. || xxxHolic Fusion || Spirits / Ghosts and Magic, Love Confessions, Slow Burn, Soul Mates / Fated Lovers, Adventure, Immortal Sherlock, Powerful John, POV John, Frottage, Wish Granting, Angst with Happy Ending, Nightmares) – John has been plagued by a secret his entire life that has made him feel hopeless until he meets a mysterious, seemingly omniscient man named Sherlock Holmes who owns a wish-granting shop. Their meeting sets off a series of inevitable events that will change the course of both of their lives forever.

Two Two One Bravo Baker by abundantlyqueer (E, 114,574 w., 27 Ch. || Military AU || Afghanistan, War Story, Thriller) – Captain John Watson of 40 Commando, the Royal Marines, is assigned to protect and assist Sherlock Holmes as he investigates what appears to be a simple war atrocity in Afghanistan. An intense attraction ignites between the two men as they uncover a conspiracy that threatens everything they’ve ever known, but Sherlock is as much hunted as hunter, and everyone close to him is in deadly danger. Can he solve the case in time to save himself and John? Part 1 of Two Two One Bravo Baker Universe

A Further Sea by i_ship_an_armada & ShinySherlock (E, 125,492 w., 23 Ch. || Historical Pirates AU || Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Doctor John / Pirate Captain Sherlock, Sailing, UST / RST, Masturbation, Action / Adventure, Mild Angst & Peril, Romance, Shaving, Molly/Janine, Bottomlock, Past Drug Use, Slow Burn, Mild Violence, Happy Ending) – Here be a tale of adventure for both body and soul, but beware if ye be not of stout heart, for this be piratelock, ya savvy? Luckless ship's surgeon John Watson takes a chance, and finds himself eye to eye with The Ghost, the scourge of the seven seas and a definite thorn in the side of the blaggard, James Moriarty. But when John finds there's more to this most cunning pirate than be meetin' the eye, he has to choose... is it a pirate's life for him?

The Bang and the Clatter by earlgreytea68 (M, 137,049 w., 37 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Baseball AU || Slow Burn / Dev. Rel., Possessive/Obsessive Sherlock, Jealous Sherlock, Mutual Pining, Body Appreciation, Depression, Closeted Sexuality, Family, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Ogling Each Other, Anxious Sherlock, Panic Attack, Drunkenness, Talk of Forever, Big Feelings™) – Sherlock Holmes is a pitcher and John Watson is a catcher. No, no, no, it's a baseball AU. Part 1 of Baseball

The Adventure of the Silver Scars by tangledblue (NR [M], 142,458 w., 41 Ch. || S3 Fix-It, Post-HLV/ Post-TAB / Canon Compliant, Case Fic, No Baby, Angst, Humour, UST, Slow Burn, Angry John, Reconciliation, Not Nice Mary / Leaving Mary, Dependent Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Caretaker John, Fist Fights, It’s An Experiment, Virgin Sherlock, Dancing, Drugging, John Whump, Pet Names, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Scars) – It’s been thirteen months since Mary shot Sherlock and John finds he’s still pissed off about it. Sherlock had thought everything was settled: John and Mary, domestic bliss. But when John turns up at Baker Street with suitcases, the world’s only consulting detective might not be prepared for the consequences. A new case. Some old scores to settle. Certain danger. Concertos, waltzes, and whisky.

The Lost Special: Family Matters (As Do Relationships) by ShirleyCarlton  (M, 144,688 w., 40 Ch. || S4 Fix It Fic / Meta Fic, Unreliable Narrator, John’s Mind Bungalow, Friends to Lovers, Happy Ending, Demisexual Sherlock, Holmes Family, John Whump, Gay Mycroft, Misunderstandings, Drug Addiction, Parenting, TFP is a Nightmare, Virgin Sherlock, Slow Burn, Minor Character Death, Switchlock, John’s Past, Sherlock’s Past, Eurus, Love Confessions) – Sherrinford is not really the name of some high security prison. That was just a figment of John’s frantic coma dream. And Eurus is not actually Sherlock’s sister. That’s just something random she said to John before shooting him. Sherlock and John were never actually estranged. That was just their act to cover up what really happened to Mary – or Rosamund Moran, as her real name has turned out to be. Sherlock does have a secret sibling, though, and his name is Sherrinford. After finally eliminating Moran – though in a rather dramatically different way than they had envisioned – and exposing the truth about Eurus, John encourages Sherlock to delve into his past and to find out whether the reasons to keep Sherrinford away from Sherlock were the right ones, and to discover what really happened in 1981. Along the way, Sherlock and John gradually, finally, stop keeping each other at a distance, and eventually become a proper family of their own.

Against the Rest of the World by SilentAuror (E, 151,714 w., 20 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Post-TRF, Hiatus Fic, POV First Person Sherlock, Present Tense, First Kiss/Time, Big Brother Mycroft, Escaping from Capture, Soft Sherlock, Toplock, Insecurity, Infidelity, Travelling, Introspection, Pining Sherlock, Depression, Fantasies, Yearning for the Past, PTSD Sherlock, Suicidal Ideation) – Sherlock has been away from London for nine hundred and twelve days and counting, and has no idea what sort of reception to expect when he finally returns.

Proving A Point by elldotsee & J_Baillier (E, 186,270 w., 28 Ch. || Me Before You Fusion || Medical Realism, Insecure John, Depression, Romance, Angst, POV John, Sherlock Whump, Serious Illness, Doctor John, Injury Recovery, Assisted Suicide, Sherlock’s Violin, Awkward Sexual Situations, Alcoholism, Drugs, Idiots in Love, Slow Burn, Body Image, Friends to Lovers, Hurt / Comfort, Pain, Big Brother Mycroft, Intimacy, Anxiety, PTSD, Family Issues, Psychological Trauma, John Whump, Case Fics, Loneliness, Pain) – Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

[imaginedilestrade]

An English Blizzard- Part 4

Warnings: swearing (just a little bit) kinda mature themes? It's like one sentence tbh... A/N: Part four! Ohhh it's getting interesting now 😏 The next part will be posted in a few hours! —————————— Chapter 4 —————— "Hello Y/N, nice to see you again..." Mycroft trailed off as he shook your hand, he had a drink in his other. You glued your eyes to Sherlock's older brother in attempts to not look over to Greg. "H-hello Sally," you smiled as you were passed along to her. "Hello Y/N, good to see you! You're looking well." Her smile was usually infectious but this time you physically had to force yourself to make your own mouth smile when in reality all you wanted to do was run. She passed you on to Greg, your dad standing behind you to formally introduce yourself to him. "Greg, this is my daughter Y/N. I don't think you've met before. Greg teaches law in the northwest building you're in-" "-the southeast building" you cut your dad off with a whisper. "Ahh that's right, southeast..." Jim mused "Anyway Y/N, Greg. Greg, Y/N." You took Greg's hand to shake it, both your hands were trembling and your faces paled, you knew he was feeling the same. Full of dread and fear as you shook his hand but his eyes were twinkling with slight confusion, it was only then that he realised he never found out your last name. "Nice to meet you Greg," you choked out. Greg's eyes fell to your slippers and he raised an amused brow "You too Y/N." his eyes returned to yours as you pulled away your hand. "Does Sebastian need any help dad?" You asked with your eyes still locked with Greg's. "I don't think-" You cut him off again "I'll go and see anyway." You rushed off to the kitchen and found your step-dad over the sink, draining vegetables. You spotted a glass of wine and grabbed it, gulping it down in one. "Is that to prepare you for my cooking?" Sebastian joked. You nervously laughed and placed down the glass "Course not!" You thought of an excuse "It was cold outside, just warming myself up!" Sebastian smirked "Here," he poured you a brandy "That will warm you up." He slid it over and, again, you downed it in one, hissing slightly as you put down the glass and felt the alcohol burn your throat. It certainly helped to ease your nerves a bit and being in Sebastian's company eased them even more. "Can I help you?" You asked just as he finished plating up. "You can help me take the plates through." You did as he asked and followed him though to the dining room you scanned your eyes over the table and noticed the spot beside Greg was empty. Your mind was currently thinking of every curse word under the sun as you helped serve before slowly sitting down next to him. "Nice slippers," he whispered to you. "Please just kill me now," you uttered under your breath to him and he smirked slightly. You ate your food at a snails pace, your nerves were slowing you down. "So Y/N, what do you study?" Greg asked and your brow creased slightly. He already knew? Realisation sunk in and you understood what he was trying to do. "I study English literature..." you softly replied and despite the way you felt inside you still smiled at him. It was impossible not to smile every time you looked at him. "She'd be much better at maths!" Jim bellowed and you shut your eyes. "Writing is so boring sweetheart!" Jim looked at Greg "She wants to be an author, write books for people that will only buy the book to jazz up their bookshelf or if she writes a children's book, it will be ripped to shreds by the little terror." You gnawed on the inside of your cheek "Don't worry he's just annoyed I didn't take a class that he taught," you told Greg with a half smile before turning to face your dad with a fake smile "Besides, maths is as dull as my fathers personality." "Ohhh!" Sebastian laughed while the others choked on their food slightly from giggling "Good one Y/N!" Sebastian leaned across and hi-fived you. "It's all banter dear! It's all banter!" Jim waved his hands "You know I'm incredibly proud of you...despite you not choosing maths." You rolled your eyes and continued to eat but you suddenly felt a weight on your thigh. Greg's hand. He began to movie his thumb in little stroking motions. You discreetly tried to move his hand off but it was tremendously strong. Your mind wandered to what else he could do with those ha- No! I wasn't the time to be thinking like that and you tried to move his hand but he slowly moved it to the inside of your thigh. You mentally praised yourself that you wore tights because if it was bare skin he was pressing his hand against you would have melted to the floor by now. "So Y/N..." Sally-who was sitting across the table from you beside Mycroft- spoke up "Seeing anyone?" "No," you blatantly lied. The man you were seeing was sitting beside you feeling you up in the middle of a dinner party. You lightly placed your hand on top of his...not to stop him however. Two can play at that game. "Well whoever Y/N ends up with they'll be very lucky!" Sebastian said before taking a sip of his drink. "Why's that?" Greg asked a little too quickly. "Because people say; 'if a writer falls in love with you, you can never die'." Sebastian smiled and Greg felt a new warmth in his chest as you moved your eyes up to look at him. You finished your dinner and moved your hand to his knee before moving it up and brushing your fingertips against his inner thigh. You could hear him nervously clear his throat. "How are you enjoying your course Y/N?" Mycroft asked. "Well I've always loved English-" your breath hitched then you felt Greg's hand swiftly move and brush against a extremely sensitive area , causing you to stuff up your words "Clit-LITERATURE!" You screamed out to drown out what you had said beforehand. "English literature..." you repeated more confidently with a tight lipped smile "The course I took was probably the best to develop me as a writer and I'm really loving every minute of it." It seemed only Greg noticed your word mishap and he pulled away his hand, writing 'whoops' on top of yours that was still on his leg with his finger. Despite you drowning in embarrassment and nerves you smiled. --- The night soon dwindled down and Mycroft left as soon as the meal was finished but Sally stuck around a bit longer until the weather started to get bad. You, Sebastian, Jim and Greg were in the living room. You were sitting perched beside Sebastian chatting away about his work and your university dissertations that had to be done. Your eyes would sometimes look over to Greg who was talking with your dad about the university. "I think I'll stay tonight..." you told Sebastian, glancing out of the window seeing the blizzard that was hitting London. "Yeah it's too bad to venture out in that, even if you're only just down the road. I picked up a movie the other day we can watch that later on if you want?" Sebastian smiled. You let out a small groan "I'd love to but I have to read-" "You always have to read. Take a break!" He lightly nudged you. "Fine why don't we compromise? I get to read for half an hour and then you can stick on the film?" "Deal!" He shook your hand and you proudly smiled "Go up and change into your jim-jams." You let it a snort of laughter and stood up "I'm sure whoever created the word 'pyjamas' will be rolling in their grave at what you just said." The two men sitting opposite you and Sebastian looked up "Where you going?" Jim asked. "Just going upstairs to change into my pyjamas. I'm going to stay the night, the weather is too bad." "Yeah..." Greg interjected "I should be going soon." You ran upstairs and into your room, letting out a small sigh of relief. You grabbed your pyjamas and changed while attempting to the top Greg at the same time. 'This is not funny. We're dead.' you texted him and heard a vibration from behind, making you freeze on the spot. The door shut and you turned on the spot "What are you doing?!" You quietly snapped and covered your legs with your dressing gown, mentally cursing yourself for not changing quicker and as a result you were only wearing a nightshirt. "I was 'going to the bathroom'" he sinfully smirked and mimicked inverted commas with his fingers as he walked over to you. You stopped him by pressing a hand against his chest. You looked to the floor with a sigh "Are you not even a tad worried about being caught?" "To be honest I'm more surprised than anything. It only just hit me earlier that I never asked for your last name, you must think I'm an arsehole." You lightly laughed with him "I know Jim's your dad, and he's a great friend of mine but, I really, really like you Y/N." You tilted your head up and looked at him "I really, really like you too...I'm just-" you groaned and reminded your hand from his chest to rub your face "I'm worried about sneaking about, I feel like we're more likely to get caught." Greg moved forward and wrapped his arms around you, brining you in for a soothing hug "We'll make it work, I know we'll be alright." You pulled back a bit and nodded before gasping and going bright red feeling the material of your dressing gown by your feet. "You should get back downstairs before they get suspicious." Greg agreed and softly kissed you. You kissed him again but this time with much more force and passion. He stumbled forward and you crashed on your bed "Now...this…really…is…a bad...idea..." you said between breathing and kissing. "Then...we...should...stop..." Greg mumbled against your skin and moved to kiss your neck. You let it a shaky moan and he smiled against the groove between your collarbone and neck. "That will be right!" You giggled and kissed him again. "Greg your taxi is here!" You could hear your dad shout from downstairs and both you and Greg moved faster than the speed of light off of each other. "I better go," Greg whispered and wiped away the excess saliva from around his mouth. He pecked your lips "I'll see you and sorry about touching your-" You cut him off with a shy smile "I wouldn't have minded it if it wasn't in front of my parents and their friends..." Greg smirked and bit down on his lip "I'll keep that in mind...got to go!" He waved as he walked out out of your bedroom door. "Bye Greg," you sillily smiled and looked down to your bare legs before finally finishing getting changed. When you joined Sebastian and your dad downstairs Greg had already gone and you felt a bit lost without his presence. You shimmed yourself in between the two and Sebastian started the movie. "So have a good night then Y/N?" Your dad asked out of the blue. "I did..." you smiled to yourself and felt your phone vibrate. You shifted a little and scanned your eyes over it before tuning off your phone and returning your attention to the movie with a smile. 'I'll pick you up tomorrow around 12 a street away from your apartment. Can't wait to see you again x' ——————— Tags: (Let me know if you'd like to be tagged/Untagged) @adorablebadger @damnitman-jamlocked-inthetardis @daynaan @rikkachloechan @holmes-maev @cutie1365 @wcsteland @theyre-my-divsion @gotham-s-lover @littlepostitnotes @chrissydarlingwrites @laterthantherabbit @annkli @-waythe- (link not working)

[pennywaltzy]

All I Want For Christmas Is You -- Salcroft

A little bit of pre-ship Christmas fluff for you all! Plus this is the beginning of a Salcroft series.

The Bearer Of Happy Tidings (A “The Copper & The Bureaucrat” Story)  - Sally is at home decorating for the holidays when Mycroft Holmes comes to visit, bringing good news.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE

“Baby all I want for Christmas is you,” Sally sang along with the song playing on “Love Actually” as she waited for her popcorn to finish popping. It wasn’t for consumption; she had decided she was going to string together a popcorn chain for her Christmas tree, hunger be damned. It was the first year she’d put one up in a while, even if it was just a miniature tree on a tall stand. She’s waited too long to get a big one, but she’d been out of the country on a cross-jurisdictional case with Greg and just gotten back, two nights before Christmas.

The time in New York had been productive. She’d solved the case and made the arrest, and Greg said it was looking good that she’d get a promotion in the next round of them. Being a DI meant a pay grade increase and more duties, but the only downside would be not working with Greg anymore. They had a bond, a close friendship, and it would be an adjustment to have her own DS under her and be responsible for training them. But Greg knew it was what she wanted, what she needed, and he’d let her shine on the cross-jurisdictional case. She’d gotten time to enjoy some holiday things while she was there for two weeks, too. She’d gone to Rockefeller Center and seen the Rockettes, and the last night she joined the consultants and the cops and Greg for some ice skating in Central Park. She never thought she’d have such a good time around her own ilk.

But now she was home, alone, decorating a small tree and hoping to get the last of her gift shopping done tomorrow. It would be Christmas Eve Day and the stores would be packed, but she’d brave it nonetheless. Sherlock and Molly were having a Christmas party at Baker Street and she’d been invited this year, so she wanted to come bearing gifts for everyone in her newish found family. Since the ice had melted between her and Sherlock they’d actually gotten along remarkably well. Molly was definitely a good influence on him.

Just as her popcorn slowed to a few pops every few seconds there was a knock at her door. She turned off the microwave and then wiped her hands and went to the door, opening it to find Sherlock’s brother at her doorstep. Mycroft was...an enigma, she supposed. But she liked him. There was something about him that didn’t fit in with the world that she related to.

“Sergeant Donovan. Or should I say, Detective Inspector Donovan?”

“Promotions don’t come around for another few weeks,” she said, her eyes wide.

“I put some pressure on Scotland Yard on Lestrade’s behalf. You’ll get the official announcement tomorrow, but I thought you should know now.”

“That’s wonderful,” she said, her surprised expression melting into a warm smile. “Come on in. I was just decorating my sad excuse for a tree.”

“Do I smell popcorn?” he asked, coming inside. He laid his umbrella tip down by the door and shed out of his coat.

“I was going to make a popcorn chain, but I can share it if you’re hungry.”

“It would ruin my diet,” he said.

“You? On a diet? You’re just the right weight,” she said, closing the door after him. “You probably give Rosie Watson excellent hugs.”

“How did you…?” he asked, tilting his head slightly in confusion.

She tapped the side of her nose. “I’m not a Detective Inspector for nothing. Besides, that little girl has us all wrapped around her finger.” She paused. “You gave her back her mum. I’m sure that’s netted you the title ‘Uncle Mycroft, most huggable uncle after Sherlock.’”

“It was nothing,” he said.

“No, it was a big deal. Her past was a minefield, but you gave her a future by helping her fake her death. Sherlock told me the details.”

“He would.”

“Well, I think it was a good thing to do. After her death, John just went off the deep end, and so did Sherlock. I’d get calls from Molly where she was watching Rosie and worrying about Sherlock and John and she wasn’t sure she could cope.” Impulsively she hugged Mycroft and he embraced her back after stiffening for a moment, melting into the embrace. “See? Good hugger.”

Mycroft gave her a faint smile and sat on her sofa. “You do have an extraordinary sense of people, Donovan.”

“You can call my Sally if I can call you Mycroft,” she said, getting the popcorn and bringing it to the sofa, opening the bag, and setting it between them. “Want to watch a movie? I have some Christmas ones and some classic black and white films, so you have a choice.” She paused. “If you’re in the mood for Christmas movies, we could watch ‘It’s A Wonderful Life.’”

“I think I would like that,” he said with a nod. “And...you may call me Mycroft.”

“Good,” she said, getting up and going to her DVD player. Something about tonight told her this would be a change in her relationship with Mycroft, leaving them at least on more friendly terms. It couldn’t be a bad thing and, she rather hoped, maybe it could lead to something more.

[mimisempai]

Burden shared is burden halved 1/4

Summary:

Is set just the day after the events of You are my favorite serendipity While Gregory and Mycroft share a few messages following their first kiss the evening before, a new case comes. A case that could force Gregory to face the demons of his past.

Notes:

The story is finished in 4 chapter and each chapter will be published every Saturday.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/38265226/chapters/95610079

That morning, the first thing Greg did, was to check that his phone hadn't rung. That he hadn't missed Mycroft's call.

Mycroft.

The surprise of last night.

He never thought that by organizing a dinner like this, he would leave with a ... boyfriend... partner. Anyway, the labels would come later.

He had just finished buttoning his shirt when his phone vibrated. He rushed to pick it up. He was disappointed when he saw that on the screen it was Sally calling.

He sighed before picking up, "Yes Sally."

"Sorry Chief, but you're going to have to come over right away. We've got a boy who's been beaten up."

"We don't usually deal with such cases..."

"He's the big boss' nephew."

"Okay, say no more, I'll be right there."

He finished dressing, drank a cup of coffee, half-burning his tongue, and on the way he texted Mycroft.

Hello. How did you sleep?  My dreams were, as expected, perfect.

Unfortunately, we won't be able to  call each other as planned.  Urgent priority case.  :/

x G.

Sent 7:00 am

Is it too early for the 'x'?

Sent 7:00 am

It wasn't more than a minute before his phone vibrated in his hand.

Good morning Gregory.  I slept perfectly too, I wonder why.

I'm sorry for the inconvenience, but it's literally the risks of our jobs.

I'm guessing that's the boss's nephew?  Let me know how it goes.

x M.

PS: as you can see it's not too early for the 'x'

Sent 7:01 am Read more on AO3

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Mystrade masterlist here

[mousedetective]

#7 and 8 for the sappy lines, please? Thank you!

No Longer Cold As Ice

The first words she had ever said to him, after watching a (she suspected) Sherlock in withdrawal punch him across the face were “Can I touch you?”

She’d heard from Greg all about Sherlock’s elder brother, how he had a personality cold as ice to the world but if you knew him you knew how deeply he cared and all. She’d approached Mycroft cautiously while Greg had shuttled Sherlock out of the room with a few not so gentle shoves, leaving her and The Ice Man alone with him having a cut under his eye. When she asked her question, he’d seemed so surprised and simply nodded.

No other words were said that day. She got out the first aid kit under Greg’s top drawer, cleaned Mycroft’s cut and attempted to put a small butterfly bandage on and getting a shake of the head in response. And then he nodded, gave her the smallest of small smiles, and left the office to go…who knew where.

Now, though, things were different. Now she would listen to him talk about the things he could as they puttered around the kitchen that used to resemble a cave in his home, now filled with warm light and food and laughter. Now she would rest her head on his chest and doze while he stayed up late to go over whatever crisis the government and the country needed to be saved from.

And now, every time they were alone, he would ask “Can I kiss you?” in a way that made her smile brightly, a smile that hadn’t been on her face often in those intervening years between their first encounter and now, a smile she would wear as she nodded and he leaned in to kiss her in so many different ways.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

super sappy lines prompt list

[chubbyreaderwriter]

Masterlist

American Horror Story

‘Bite Me’ - Elizabeth x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x James Part 1

‘Bite Me’ - Part 2

‘Bite Me’ - Part 3

‘I Like Your Hands’ - Jimmy Darling x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Mine to Keep’ - Sally McKenna x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Play House’ - Dandy Mott x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Play House - Part 2’

‘Love is Blind’ - Cordelia Goode x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Country Love’ - Misty Day x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

AHS - Evan Peters #1

AHS - Evan Peters #2

AHS - Evan Peters #3

AHS - Evan Peters #4

AHS - Evan Peters #5

The Witcher 

‘Songbird’ - Jaskier x Chubby’Plus Size Reader

‘Nurse Witcher’ - Geralt x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Oh Shit’ - Jaskier x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Marvel

Avengers

‘Soft’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Jealousy’ - Thor x Chubby/Plus Size Reader Part 1

‘Jealousy’ - Part 2

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‘Beautiful’ - Tony Stark x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

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‘She’s Mine’ - Peter Parker x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘What?’ - Tony Stark x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘PJs’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Accidents Happen’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Dangerous’ - Natasha Romanoff x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Hands Off’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Too Long’ - Yondu Udonta x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

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‘Sweet’ - Erik Lehnsherr x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

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‘New Guy’ -  Peter Maximoff x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Oblivious’ - Peter Maximoff x Reader

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Guardians of the Galaxy 

‘Misunderstandings’ - Nebula x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Hellboy

‘Little Red Dress’ - Hellboy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Weightless’ - Hellboy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Justice League (2017) 

‘I Need Friends’ - Barry Allen x Chubby/Plus Size Reader Part 1

‘I Need Friends’ -  Part 2

‘I Need Friends’ -  Part 3

‘Double Trouble’ - Arthur Curry x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x Mera

Sherlock

‘Simply Gorgeous’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Here Comes Trouble’ - Greg Lestrade x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

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Gotham

‘Dibs’ - Jerome Valeska x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

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‘Together Forever’ - Edward Nygma x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Crazy’ - Barbara Kean x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Bright

‘A Friendly Face’ - Nick Jakoby x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Harry Potter

‘Swines’ - Severus Snape x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Changes’ - Draco Malfoy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Golden Boy’ - Harry Potter x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

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‘In Trouble’ - Parent Remus x Reader x Parent Sirius

Fantastic Beasts 

‘Cute’ - Newt Scamander x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Our Secret’ - Credence Barebone x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Sons of Anarchy 

‘My Lady’ - Juice x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

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