#mystrade ficlet

[johannadc]

A brief snippet of Mystrade dialogue that came to me that doesn't fit with anything I'm working on:

"Now that we're married, Myc, don't you think I should know what you actually do?"

"But you do know, my dear. I analyze governmental decisions and recommend the most prudent course of action."

"So you're not... a spymaster? Kingmaker?"

"Good Lord, no. Why would you think that?"

"Well, back in the day, Sherlock said..."

"My drama queen brother? The one who wears a coat everywhere because it's the closest he can get to a cape? Who threatens to perish weekly out of boredom?"

"Now that you point that out..."

[queenofonions]

Time

Mycroft studied his reflection in the mirror with a careful eye.

He tugged at the waistcoat of his morning suit, shot his cuffs, flicked non-existent dust from the shoulders, and adjusted his tie a millimeter to the right for the fifth time.

He sighed and turned away to pace the small room once more. Back and forth and back and forth, over and over, trying and failing to still his frenzied mind.

A knock at the door froze him in his tracks.

"Mycroft? It's time."

The door opened with a slight creak to admit his brother and Best Man.

Sherlock looked him over briefly as he stepped near and tutted, reaching up to shift Mycroft's tie one millimeter to the left.

Mycroft raised an eyebrow and sighed inwardly but accepted the adjustment.

Sherlock then produced an elegant boutonniere of white heather from his pocket and pinned it to the lapel of Mycroft's jacket.

They stood silently for a long moment, regarding each other, then Sherlock meaningfully cleared his throat.

"Aside from my John, Lestrade is the best man I know. You are very lucky, brother mine."

Since Mycroft agreed wholeheartedly with this statement, he made no comment. Indeed, he would not have been able to force any words past the sudden lump in his throat.

The urge to face the mirror again and scrutinize his appearance was almost overwhelming, but before he could move away, he felt his brother's hand on his shoulder, squeezing tightly.

"And so is he."

His mind came to an abrupt halt, stunned into stillness.

He then pulled his brother into a fierce hug and was warmed down to his bones when he felt the embrace returned.

"Alright, enough sentiment," Sherlock mock-grumbled, stepping away. "Come now, you can't be late for your own wedding."

Mycroft felt the tension drain from his shoulders and his eyes beamed with gratitude.

He tugged one final time at his waistcoat and gestured at the door. "Lead the way, brother mine."

Please Like and Comment on AO3 

(pen name Xedra on AO3)

[weeesi]

Pride - May Prompts (31)

Huge thanks to @calaisreno for organising this brilliant community event! It's been a wonderful month full of laughter and tears and just about the most fun I've had in a long time. Thank you, everyone!

+

John weaves through the crowd, a sweating bottle of water in each hand. The day is bright and cloudless and absolutely boiling. He swipes the back of his wrist over the sheen on his brow and spots the top of Sherlock’s head, half-hidden behind a couple stood together across the street. 

That looks like…oh my god—

He hurries over. He wasn’t in bomb disposal, but across the years he’s gained plenty of practice of a similar sort. 

Sherlock’s face inhabits an expression completely new. It’s remarkable. 

And that’s not the least of it.

Mycroft is wearing a vest. 

And shorts.

“Alright, mate?” Lestrade greets John amiably. “This one could use a look-over,” he adds with a wink in Sherlock’s direction. “Might need to restart his heart.”

Mycroft is as pink and pinched as a summer prawn with a smear of suncream on his nose. “Hello, John. We were just—chatting.”

John grins. “You’ve short-circuited him.” He holds out a bottle for Sherlock, then cracks the seal on his own. “Nice togs. First time at Pride, you two?”

“Why are you here?” Sherlock pipes up, eyes narrowed in suspicion at his eternal foe.

“Isn’t it obvious, little brother?”

“Spying on us?”

“Hardly.”

“…Sentiment.”

“The word you’re looking for,” Mycroft lifts his chin, confident as John has ever seen him, “is love.”

+

If you like what you see (lol), come say hello on ao3! These little ficlets are included in Calais' May Prompts collection. I have around 250K more words of johnlock too. I'd love to see you there :D

Thank you to @calaisreno for the fun prompt series! Tags in replies. Thanks for reading! <3

[rabiessnail]

You guys seemed to all really like this so here you go

Chapter 1

BANG

One minute Greg had been talking with Anderson about Thursdays football match (which his favorite team had lost) and the next he was lying on the concrete floor, blood trickling onto the floor.

He couldn't quite remember what had happened prior to waking up in the Ambulance, accompanied by two panicked Paramedics and a beeping machine. Why was he on a stretcher? And why couldn't he b-

Fuck fuck fuck fuck

You hear about how it feels to die, but you never really have any idea about it until it happens to you. It's not like it is in the movies, wakin' up beside an ocean with turquoise waves pitter-paddlin at yer feet.

It's dark. Completely black. Greg shivered, not from the cold.

He reached out, his fingers curling at the thought of touching something, but at the same time needing something to grab on too. He was dead. Was he dead? Maybe he was still alive. Just. Nearly dead.

Greg nodded to himself, proud of his conclusion.

Yes, that was right. He was in the lil bit inbetween bein alive and bein dead. He wondered if he was alone, or if there was some gruesome Grim Reaper creature coming to meet him, to determine if he was rto go to heaven o hel-

"we've got him!"

What?? Got who? And why wasn't it- Jesus fucking Christ the light. He turned away, clambering blindly back into the welcome darkness.

"Gregory."

He knew that voice. He scrambled to chase after the light that was drastically fading- Nonononono, come back! He panted, and the beeping became louder in his ears, hauntingly so. Please, he begged. Please let me go back, please let me live, please-

He woke up to the unwelcome papery texture of those stupid hosbital gowns scratching at his stomach as someone tapped his arm. Greg groaned. "T' bright."

The voice scoffed. "What are you, a baby? Wake up."

He peeked out from the duvet, scowling. "Move. M' sleepin."

"No, your having breakfast. Otherwise you'll starve, and your nurse is actually quite threatening."

Mycroft Holmes wasn't a friendly man.

He kept himself to himself, working in his office, going to meetings and so on. He didn't ask for much, as it was. And he didn't plan to. "We've got him!" But he would ask for one thing. "Gregory." For his idiotic, selfless husband to get of his arse and Wake. Up. And one thing Mycroft new his idiotic, selfless husband would never do is ignore him.

A/N: do you want a part two or not? I hope this was okay:)) Thanks for all the reblogs lmao

please somebody write a story where greg and mycroft are married but whilst on an arrest greg gets injured & put in a medical coma to keep him safe

when he wakes up mycroft is beside him--the doctors said gregs memory would be temporarly gone whilst he recovered but now greg wont stop hitting on mycroft and its getting to the stage were its increasingly difficult to keep a straight face when talking about medication

"owch hey mister cute umbrella can u move the pillow abit:)??"

*mycroft fixes pillow inches away from gregs face*

greg: *whistles* "i'd kiss u so hard right now if i didn't have six broken ribs, a punctured lung + a fractured hip."

myc : gregory your parents are in the room

--

mycroft: ah- the doctors have given me some more pills, these ones are a bit large so hopefully you wont have much trouble swallowing them"

greg: *takes a look* nah its fine im good a swallowing....uhhh big things *wiggles eyebrows half asleep* geddit

mycroft: gregory MY parents are in the room

[petite-madame]

Mystrade

I realized I drew two Mystrade artworks at the beginning of the year and I still haven't posted them! 😳

I will post the two of them tomorrow, with little ficlets (one hurt/confort one and one happy one). Not the most popular ship around but I hope you will enjoy the drawings nonetheless 💗

[swissmissficrecs]

Top 10 Sherlock fics by kudos in 2023

Top 10 fics completed in 2023 that garnered the most kudos on AO3. Excluded: chaptered "fics" that are actually collections of standalone ficlets and crossovers that are mostly about the other fandom. Fics that began posting earlier (in some cases, years earlier) obviously have the advantage of more time to rack up kudos. Kudo counts as of 2 Jan 2024.

1. 1,720 kudos: The Case of the Man Who Was Wanted by MyDearLadyDisdain (232K, M, Sherlock/Harry Potter) After an inexplicable case in Surrey, Sherlock is after the strangest criminal he's ever encountered: a mass murderer, that has eluded the authorities for almost 14 years. Unfortunately, Sherlock Holmes is the only one that can see right away that this Harry Potter character is completely innocent. And hang on, is that tea set floating?

2. 1,682 kudos: Shift by stopthat (48K, E, Johnlock) Sherlock is tired. John senses a shift.

3. 1,102 kudos: Ride On by Silvergirl (38K, E, Johnlock) After the disastrous reveal at the Landmark, John tells Sherlock there can be no excuse for what he’s done, and no forgiveness. Sherlock leaves London and starts a new life, and not even the British Government knows where. It’s up to John to track him down and make things right, with a trip around the world and a clue only John would recognize.

4. 851 kudos: Till Death Do Us Part (Not Yet, Not Yet) by Civilized_muppets (8K, T, Johnlock) In which Sherlock and John have been married for years, not that any member of the yard has ever heard of John, much less that Sherlock was married at all, until John is kidnapped from Afghanistan.

5. 797 kudos: The story of the Forgotten Wallet. by Headphones_on_the_Skull (25K, E, Johnlock) Just some dirty Alpha/Omega Johnlock porn.

6. 788 kudos: Nothing to Celebrate by DiscordantWords (30K, M, Johnlock) Sherlock Holmes is back from the dead. Things only get worse from there.

7. 726 kudos: A Tale of Two Soldiers by batslikepastel (14K, T, Johnlock, Jolto, Mystrade) It's Christmas, and Sherlock and John are finally flatmates again after the tumultuous events of the previous year. But a sudden revelation about John's sexuality and James Sholto's unexpected presence throw a wrench into Sherlock's plans, and his jealousy threatens to overwhelm him even as John remains blithely oblivious. Their relationship has reached a turning point, and the ball is in John's court now.

8. 671 kudos: Nightjet by khorazir (22K, M, Johnlock) Officially deceased for eighteen months and still looking for the last remainders of Moriarty’s criminal empire, an exhausted Sherlock boards a night train in Germany to bring him to his next hunting ground. Due to a mishap with the sleeper cars, he is forced to share a compartment with a stranger – who turns out to be not quite as strange as Sherlock thought. The universe isn’t lazy, after all …

9. 646 kudos: Our Love Keeps the Things It Finds by her_ladyships_soap (25K, T, Mystrade) Everyone has a soulmate. Everyone. It's simple human biology. Over the course of every person's life, they develop tattoos of the things their soulmate loves most. Though he has always disliked the concept, Mycroft Holmes is painted from head to toe with dozens of brightly-coloured tattoos. Greg Lestrade, once-firm believer and hopeless romantic, has just nine. They are all quietly sophisticated, sketched in smooth shades of black and grey and easy to hide. Neither of them has gained a tattoo in years. But when they both suddenly find new markings, things finally fall into place.

10. 636 kudos: In Fine Spirits by EventHorizon (189K, M, Mystrade, Johnlock) A very upscale bar/private club needs a bartender and scruffy, punky Greg Lestrade is certain he has the right skills (and needs the job), so walks in to apply in person. He didn't realize that someone else he knew works there, also. Though… 'knew' probably isn't the proper term for a one-night stand where you didn't even learn their name during the fun…

[queenofonions]

Blessing

At the inauspicious hour of 3:33 am on a wet and blustery Sunday morning, Greg and Mycroft were woken by the call they had been waiting 40 long weeks to receive.

Their surrogate had gone into labor and was presently being whisked by a security detail to a private and secure birthing facility.

The men shared a look of shock that melted into pure exhilaration as they scrambled out of bed to throw on clothing and grab the go bags that have been waiting by the door for the past month. A sleek black car met them as they raced out of the house.

14 hours later they were presented with the most exquisite creature that ever drew breath, wrapped in a pale pink blanket.

Madeline Elizabeth Lestrade-Holmes lay cradled in her daddy Greg's arms, suckling from a bottle of freshly expressed breast milk, her tiny brow wrinkled and furrowed in what could best be described as extreme annoyance.

Greg was enchanted. He could not take his eyes off her. She was perfect in every way, from the fluff of brown curls on her head to the minuscule nails on her tiny toes.

He had not heard Mycroft ask if he wanted coffee, had not felt the kiss pressed to his temple and had no idea his husband had left the room. He was utterly absorbed in the way a small pink hand was gripping his thumb.

It was true Mycroft needed coffee, and indeed Anthea was on her way back from a nearby coffee shop with something fresh and infinitely more palatable what they served in the cafeteria, but the real reason he had left his husband and daughter's side was he desperately needed a moment.

He needed a moment to collect his thoughts. He needed a moment to catch his breath.

He needed a moment to try and keep the fullness of his heart from flowing out of his eyes.

He had thought he'd known love, thought he'd known fear; he'd thought his life complete the day he married Gregory.

The moment the nurse had placed that baby girl in his arms, he'd felt all of those things to a degree he never thought possible. Barely six minutes old and already the bright center of his universe.

To see Gregory holding her, so blissfully absorbed in her every movement was precious beyond words. His precious family.

Mycroft was just about to turn around and return to their room when he spotted the open door of the hospital chapel. After a moment's hesitation he walked inside.

The room was dimly lit by tasteful sconces along the walls. Three pews sat in front of a modest altar, back-lit by a large stained glass panel depicting a white dove against a blue sky.

Mycroft had never believed in God, and he didn't now, but he could only close his eyes and whisper a heartfelt "Thank you" to whomever may be listening for this blessed day.

Please Like and Comment on AO3 

(pen name Xedra on AO3)

[calaisreno]

December moments

Prompts used in this chapter: resolutions - Auld Lang Syne

Almost everyone who knows Sherlock wouldn’t believe it if they were told that the great detective has resolutions for the upcoming year. If they were to guess what said resolutions could be, they would fail. Exceedingly.

December 30

Sherlock’s phone pings with a text before we get up this morning. He frowns at it for a while, huffs, hums, then sighs and turns to face me. 

“John, I…uhm…”

It’s so out of character for Sherlock to stutter like this, and I worry instantly, which Sherlock assures me isn’t necessary. 

“Not to worry, John. I had a dream just before I woke up this morning, or rather a memory. You remember when Mycroft sung when I played earlier this month?”

“Of course, love. It was the most surprising thing I’ve ever encountered, but definitely a wonderful surprise. What does that have to do with your text?” I ask him. 

“The text is from Mycroft. He’s asking us over for dinner at his chambers at the Diogenes this evening. My instant thought was obviously to decline.”

“Obviously,” I chuckle, which earns me a smile. 

“You know I don’t do resolutions of any sorts, but I can’t help myself. It’s clearly your fault for having put a spell on me or something,” he tells me, his eyes now gleaming mischievous. 

I snort and poke him in the ribs. He grabs my wrist and brings my hand to his chest and rests his own hand on top of mine. 

“Behave, captain,” he purrs, and only those two words, not to mention the tone of his voice, makes my penis instantly interested. 

I beckon him to continue, and I couldn’t have been more surprised if Sally Donovan had sent Sherlock a Valentine card. 

“If you’re amenable, I think I’ll say yes to the invitation. My brother’s clearly serious about him and George, and I think it’ll be a good thing to spend some more time together with them. Besides, the food and drinks at the Diogenes are excellent. Would be a shame to let those two devour it all by themselves.”

I lean over to kiss his perfect mouth and give him my answer while looking down at him, with what probably is a soppy expression. 

“How is it that you’re still able to surprise me like this, sweetheart? Of course, I’ll come with you, and you two Holmes’s can use the evening to practice names,” I say and kiss him again.

***

When I see Sherlock walk into the sitting room all dressed up, I just want to undress him, no unwrap him like the exquisite gift he is. My fingers itch to mess up his perfectly styled curls and I clench my fists and groan. The smirk appearing on that beloved face, showing his dimple, make my knees weak. 

His long legs are enveloped in black, bespoke suit trousers, which end in black polished shoes. My eyes wander up his body, finding his torso covered in a white shirt, a black bowtie and a burgundy jacket with black velvet lapels. I lick my lips and swallow the considerate amount of saliva filling my mouth. 

“You’re staring,” Sherlock rumbles, but there’s no hiding that he enjoys my openly admiration of his attire and general looks. 

“Anyone with a pulse would,” I mutter and deliberately walks in a large circle to avoid the temptation of touching this delectable creature that is my boyfriend. 

I take my time dressing, fully knowing that I’m no match when it comes to Sherlock’s otherworldly beauty, but I will make an effort to look my best tonight. My pinstriped grey suit, white shirt and ivy green tie look rather good on me, and I put a bit of product in my hair and the aftershave Sherlock gifted me on my birthday, complete my business in the bathroom. 

“John,” Sherlock breathes reverently when I come back to the sitting room, and that tells me everything I need to know. 

His eyes roam over me with a hungry look, and I bask in it for a few seconds before I tell him we need to be on our way. I know from experience that if I even took his hand just to kiss it, we’d be lost in the desire to undress and devour each other right here. His disappointment is apparent, but I remind him of his resolution, and mentioning his brother’s name, is enough for him to tear his attention away from me. Not without an eyeroll and a growl, though. 

“Later, my love,” I say and wink at him over my shoulder before I descend the stairs. 

***

Socialising with Mycroft at his club, is not something I ever thought I would experience, but here I am. He greets me with my first name, and Sherlock calls Greg by his in turn. I may have to start believing in miracles if this continues. 

“Myc was over the moon that you came,” Greg whispers while Sherlock and Mycroft discuss the best way to open a champagne bottle. 

“Does he let you call him that?” I ask incredulously.

Sherlock is going to have a stroke when he hears about this!

“Of course, John. He’s my boyfriend,” Greg says a bit affronted. 

Boyfriend. Another word I find hard to associate with Mycroft Holmes. 

Sherlock saves me from embarrassing myself further, by handing me a flute of fizzy champagne. Greg walks over to Mycroft to grab his own glass, and Sherlock curls his pinkie around mine, and bends his head down to my ear. 

“Alright?” he inquires softly. 

“Yeah. It’s just a bit…”

I let the sentence hang in the air, but Sherlock catches up quickly and chuckles quietly. 

“I know what you mean,” he says and kisses my cheek before he straightens. 

We toast our host with the exquisite champagne, and the rest of the evening proceeds quite civilly. As Sherlock informed me, the food and drinks are superb. In particular the veal saltimbocca served with a perfectly matched Italian wine. Even Sherlock eats a fair amount. 

The warm forest berries and egg liqueur ice-cream leave me in a state of bliss, which the cognac Mycroft serves in large glasses, does nothing to change. My hand hangs over the armrest of the comfortable chair; my fingers interlaced with Sherlock’s where our hands meet in the empty space between us. Mycroft and Greg mirror our position and now, after hours being in their company, it doesn’t seem strange at all. 

I feel a bit emotional; I blame the alcohol, and I must swallow hard when Auld Lang Syne plays on the hidden music system. I vividly remember that it was sung by myself and my fellow soldiers before we got on the plane to Afghanistan. Sometimes that day seems like a lifetime ago, but right now it feels like it was just the other day. I close my eyes and lose myself in the memories and don’t realise that Sherlock has stood up and looms over me. 

He reaches out his hands to me and I let him pull me out of the chair and into his embrace. His long arms encircle my shoulders and I place my head on his chest, registering that my face is wet with shed tears. 

“My John. My brave captain,” Sherlock murmurs into my hair while holding me tight. 

Of course, he’s picked up on my mood and the reason for it. 

My brilliant detective of a fiancé. 

Suddenly I feel the urge to be back home; just him and me. 

“Let’s go home, John,” Sherlock says as if he’s read my thoughts. “There’s a car waiting outside.”

Many things can be said about Mycroft Holmes, but his effectiveness is never to be questioned. When Sherlock releases me and I brace myself to face the two men, I realise we’re alone in the room. In my relief, I grab Sherlock’s lapels and kisses him fiercely, conveying all my gratitude and love into the kiss. 

“I love you, Sherlock Holmes,” I whisper when I withdraw. 

“I love you too, John,” Sherlock retorts and strokes my cheekbone before handing me my coat. 

Read it on AO3

@totallysilvergirl @keirgreeneyes @calaisreno @a-victorian-girl @phoenix27884 @safedistancefrombeingsmart @raina-at @gregorovitchworld @helloliriels @topsyturvy-turtely @peanitbear @sabsi221b

[writingfanficsfan]

Summary:

“What did you do, Mycroft?” “Do? Well, I've done a lot of things today. Care to be more spe-” “Don’t treat me as if I’m an idiot. What did you do to Andrew Collins?” “I didn’t do anything, Detective Inspector.” “Don’t give me that Detective Inspector crap. I know you, Mycroft. You did something."

A very shory Mystrade ficlet inspired by the Taylor Swift song.

@chained-to-the-mirror @everythingcanadian @lavenderandvanilla

[rabiessnail]

Mystrade Ficlet Ideas

Should I spin it?

[england-would-fall]

Ok so @taste-thewaste bullied me into this, but I refuse to write one of her unless someone else asks for one. (*sticks out tongue at bestie*)

I’m open to write FirstPrince, Johnlock, or Mystrade—gimme a ship, prompt from above, and rating and I’ll see what I can whip up!

In the mean time, please enjoy this photo of a Southern Tree Agama from my yard.

The Rules: Copy the following prompts or make your own, post what fandoms you write for & your followers can request one of the prompts with a ship, character or fandom for a ficlet. Have fun!

This week's prompts are clothing & accessories (Links attached for images):

1. Starry lingerie

2. Floral jacket

3. Bowie inspired boots

4. Ducky Tie

5. Random shaped hair clips

6. Stripey shorts

7. Flared brown cords

8. Leather jacket

I write for Red, White & Royal Blue, Young Royals, Heartstopper, Schitt's Creek & Skam.

Tagging @onthewaytosomewhere @taste-thewaste @priincebutt @heysweetheart-writes @duchessdepolignaca03 @suseagull04 @bitbybitwrites @firenati0n & open tag as always 💛

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Do you have any recommendations for day by day fics like ficmas/advent calendar/autumnal days for example.

Like when the fic follows the characters for each day for a solid month

Anonymous asked: Love your page! Do you have any fics which follow John and Sherlock where each chapter is a new day or near daily where they are learning that they love each other?

Hey Nonnies!

Oh! This is a good idea for a list, LOL. PLEASE note that there is CONSTANTLY fics like this always being uploaded, especially in parts rather than chapters, so I'm just posting the ones I'm familiar with from my bookmarks that I know follow a "year in their lives" and then any series that I know also have this premise! I scoured my MFL list as well, so I most definitely missed some! Please add some more if you guys have any to add!

SEASONAL / DAILY FICS

And as the seasons change, I love you more by Teatrolley (NR, 3,219 w., 1 Ch. || Fluff and Angst, Est. Rel., Marriage / Proposal) – A year in the lives of John and Sherlock, essentially.

Equilibrium by augustbird (M, 12,351 w., 1 Ch. || Flowers for Algernon Fusion || Jealous then Worried Sherlock, Sick John) – At Baskerville, John is infected by a virus that turns him into a genius. But when the infection progresses into neurodegeneration, it's a race against time to save himself.

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.

I wake up and I wake up and you're still dead by thisprettywren (M, 24,226 w., 1 Ch. || Memento Fusion AU || Amnesia, Timelines, Case Fic) – Sherlock isn't the only one who's lost.

Dear John by wendymarlowe (E, 23,031 w., 64 Ch. || Post-TRF, Online Dating, Pining, Epistolary, Cybersex, Long Distance Romance) – With Sherlock dead, John eventually (under duress) makes a profile on an online dating site. And falls into a long-distance relationship with an enigmatic partner who reminds him of Sherlock in all the right ways. (Hint: it turns out to be Sherlock.) Part 1 of Dear John

John Watson's Twelve Days of Christmas by earlgreytea68 (M, 53,464 w., 14 Ch. || Christmas, Holmes Family, Fake Relationship, Alternate First Meeting, Falling in Love, Fluff and Angst, Hardcore Pining) – It's the holiday season. John Watson needs money. Sherlock Holmes needs something else.

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.

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.

31_Days_of_Porn_Challenge_2017 Series by distantstarlight (E, 96,540 w. across 31 stories || Prompt Ficlets, Assorted Kinks, PWP) – A collection in response to the 31 Days of Porn Challenge issued by AtlinMerrik! Thanks for doing that because this has been buttload of fun (that joke never gets old). All stories will be brief stand-alone one-shots. 

The Swan Triad Series by Pennin_Ink (T, 121,660 w. across 3 works || Swan Lake AU || Magical / Fairy Tale AU, Romance, Falling in Love, Pining, Psychological Torture, Transformation) – Sherlock and John grow up spending every summer together. Their mothers' attempts to play matchmaker only fuel their mutual resentment and scorn. But then, one summer.

25 Days of Johnlock Series by prettysailorsoldier (E, 136,961 w. across 13 works || Random Prompts, Various AUs, Christmas, Friends to Lovers, Fluff, First Kiss) – 25 Days of festive prompts submitted by all of you! Every Christmas trope imaginable will make an appearance, as well as a few surprises, so be sure to check the tags for all the specifics!

Free Falling by twistedthicket1 (M, 203,574 w., 38 Ch. || Guardian Angels AU || Guardian Angel John, Fluff and Angst, Humour, Kidlock / Teenlock, Light Mystrade, Passage of Time, Possessive John, Drug Use / Overdose, Victor Trevor, Graphic Bullying, Big Brother Mycroft, Hard Drug Use, Depression, Possessive Sherlock, Possessive John, Panic Attacks, Nightmares/PTSD, Pining, Healing Abilities, Kidnapping, Violence, Torture, Blow Jobs, Virgin John, Emotional Development / Attachment, Mortality, Happy Ending) – All Guardian angels are born with a Chosen human. When this child is born, the angel comes into being to protect and care for them during their life on Earth. For John Watson, all he cares about in the world revolves around his Chosen, Sherlock Holmes. Watching him grow up though, the angel soon learns that God must have had a sense of humour the day he decided to make Sherlock, as trouble seems to follow him like a magnet wherever he goes. John can't decide what's worse, the idea of losing his Chosen one, or the fact that he may be breaking the most taboo law of heaven as he disguises himself as a human to better protect and befriend the beloved detective he's always watched from afar. He was meant to care for him. But what happens when caring evolves into something more? What happens when an emotion an angel is supposed to be incapable of possessing comes to life suddenly and viciously inside John's chest? 

MARKED FOR LATER

Our Own Art Form by Corporate_cards (G, 2,176 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Art Forms, Angsty Fluff, Passage of Time, Canon Compliant) – That's what he liked most, when he was unsure of what he was feeling, art would show him.

Your Flowers, My Lungs by Corporate_cards (G, 2,353 w., 1 Ch. || Hanahaki Disease || Brief Mary/John, Passage of Time) – ...bright yellow pistil and stamen surrounded by pearl white petals...

28 Days of Fluff by Fluffbyday_Smutbynight (G, 8,177 w., 28 Ch. || Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, 221B / 442B Ficlets, Humour, Original Characters) – A collection of fluffy ficlets (either in 221B or 442B format) written for Fluffbruary 2022.

Advent Calendar 2017 by Hotaru_Tomoe (E,  41,952 w., 25 Ch.|| Not S4 Compliant, Fluff, Humour, Smut, Light Angst, First Kiss/Time, Est. Rel., Hurt/Comfort, Spanking, Christmas Party, Lingerie, Various Universes, Advent Calendar Fic) – My Advent Calendar, 25 one shots from 1st to 25th December, Christmas-ish themed.  Each story has its own rating. Part 23 of The English job

Dawn Before the Rest of the World by PoppyAlexander (M, 65,164 w. across 12 works || 1920′s Historical AU || Romantic John, Wooing, Declarations of Love, Butler Sherlock/Gardener John, Kissing, Period-Typical / Internalized  Homophobia, Kissing, Love Letters, Hand Jobs, Kinks, Passage of Time) – In one of the grand houses of England in the 1920s, butler Sherlock Holmes is wooed to pieces by the world's most romantic gardener, John Watson.

Johnloctober by prettysailorsoldier (E, 169,945 w., 31 Ch. || Assorted AU’s || Alternate First Meetings, Blow Jobs, Hand Jobs, 30 Day OTP Challenge, Prompts, Halloween / Autumn, Assorted Tags) – 31 days of autumnal Johnlock with prompts from all of you! There will be a bit of everything, but you can check the tags for more specifics.

[mimisempai]

Nice to meet you

Summary

Greg is asleep on the couch when his sister, having learned of his near-death experience, rushes home. But she's not at the end of her surprises.

Notes

Mystrade Monday  1.0  #44 - “Well that’s the second biggest news I’ve heard all day.”

Working on a longer project, I'm taking advantage of my little ficlets to get to grasp the characters who will be part of the story.

You've already met Greg’s little sister in other of my little stories, but she didn't have a name, now she does. Meet Abigail, aka Abby or Abs.

She's the mother of little Lisa, whom you met a short while ago.

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On AO3

588 words - Rating G

"Gregory Lestrade, open this door right now!"

Greg, asleep on the sofa, was startled awake by his sister's voice as she banged on the door.

A little dazed, he got up from the sofa and went to open the door. As soon as it opened, his sister threw herself at him and hugged him.

"How could you do this to me?! I heard on the news that you almost died in the hostage situation this afternoon. You could have at least called me!"

She hugged him again and when she pulled away she looked at him worriedly and asked, "Are you okay?"

Greg smiled and nodded, "I'm okay, very okay considering the circumstances."

It was then that Mycroft's head appeared over the sofa and he asked in a sleepy voice, "Greg, who are you talking to?"

Greg looked over his shoulder, "My sister, everything's fine. She was worried about what happened this afternoon."

Mycroft replied from the sofa as he stood up, "You mean when you couldn't think of anything better to do than put yourself in danger?"

Greg shrugged and turned to his sister who was smiling as she winked, "Oh, I see, I see what you mean now. I can see for myself that you're doing quite well under the circumstances."

Mycroft had come close to them and Greg's sister needed no other confirmation than the way the two men looked at each other to understand the situation.

Mycroft held out his hand to her, "Mycroft Holmes."

The younger woman shook it firmly, "Abby, the sister of that ruthless man. Pleased to meet you. Glad to finally make your acquaintance after hearing a lot about you."

"Abby!" Interrupting his lover, Mycroft replied quietly, "Certain circumstances sometimes favor... getting closer. Such was the case today." 

He slipped his arm around Greg's waist, and Abby couldn't help but notice the way Greg leaned against him.

She smiled, then approached Mycroft and whispered, "I don't need to tell you that if you hurt him, it won't take ten men to find your parts."

Mycroft replied seriously, "Noted, ma'am," then turning to Greg, he added, "You were right, she is terrifying."

He turned to her and said gently, "Thank you for entrusting me with your brother. I'll take good care of him. I'm just sorry you had to find out this way."

Abby shook her head and replied, "Well, that's the second biggest news I've heard all day, and it's a lot better than the first, when I found out my brother had taken a bullet."

She didn't miss Mycroft's arm wrapped protectively around Greg's waist and when she saw that, she couldn't help but smile fondly.

She leaned over and planted a light kiss on her brother's cheek as she whispered, "I'm happy for you." 

Then she did the same to Mycroft and added, stepping aside, "Well, boys, I'll leave you to it. You have to come over for dinner sometime." 

Without waiting for an answer, she left as quickly as she had come.

Mycroft and Greg looked at each other, chuckled quietly, and then Greg asked softly, "What do we do now?"

Mycroft replied, "Why don't we go back to what we were doing before we fell asleep?"

Greg, looking falsely confused, asked, "What were we doing? I can't remember."

Mycroft wrapped his arms around Greg's neck and, bringing his lips to his, whispered against them, "Let me refresh your memory." 

Then he pressed his lips to his lover's and it didn't take long for Greg to remember.

_________

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

Mystrade Monday 1.0 : here

[the-toad-in-your-piano]

Fanfiction Masterpost

I never thought I’d be cool enough to do one of these nifty masterposts, but I’ve realized that my fic volume is growing pretty fast (and I’ve suddenly gained a bunch of folks here; hi!) so I’ve decided to put it all together here.  

Fics are categorised by fandom and ship (or lack of ship) and sorted by rating (G, T, M, E).  If a word count is not listed, it’s in the 2-5k range.

List is under the cut!

AO3 profile link

...

BBC Sherlock

Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

SERIES

Flowers and Fatherhood - Tales of Greg’s teenage daughter, Ellie, and the formation of a new little family.

Through the Twisting Vines Outside - Chronicling Mycroft’s recovery, with Greg’s help, post-series 4.

A Broadcast From the Distant, Dark Beyond - Febuwhump 2023.

Light of My Life, My Darling - Flufftober 2023.

OVER 5,000 WORDS

There Is, In Fact, Mistletoe - Christmas moment!  10k.  Written for the 2022 Mystrade Holiday Collection.  Greg’s got a big family and it’s time for Mycroft to meet all of them.  Silly little kids and funny football games galore.  And, of course, a bit of mistletoe.  Rating: G.

No Fear of Shadows - 6k.  Established relationship fic in which Greg attends his first political event with Mycroft.  Rating: G.

The Chessboard Awaits - One of my personal favourites!  20k.  A series of vignettes spanning Mycroft’s entire life and exploring his usage of chess to navigate life.  Not really magical realism, but magical-realism-flavoured.  Rating: T.

Our Love Keeps the Things It Finds - Soulmate AU!  20k.  Everyone develops soulmark tattoos based on the things their soulmate (here called a Match) loves the most.  Getting together.  Features a little bit of opera and a lot of fluffy sweetness and silly pining.  Rating: T.

Where the Cinders Blaze - Fantasy AU!  7k.  Febuwhump Day 21: Shackled, Day 22 (alt prompt 9): Natural Disaster, and Day 23: "You'll have to go through me."  Mycroft is a mage on the run; Greg is his rugged saviour.  Rating: T.

Start a Flame in Your Heart - A Mystrade retelling of “The Snow Queen.”  Fantasy elements.  6.3k.  Rating: T.

Crimson Blaze - Longfic alert!  120k words of action and adventure in New York City.  Not an American AU, but not canon compliant either.  Lots of dancing around each other, a touch of jealousy, and plenty of suspense.  Rating: M with Graphic Depictions of Violence warning.

the only truth i know is you - Longfic alert!  75k words for the 29 prompts of Febuwhump 2024.  Chronicles of Mycroft’s abduction and slow but steady recovery, told through his, Greg’s, and Anthea’s eyes.  Rating: M with Graphic Depictions of Violence warning.

Then Let Us Love - Victorian AU!  65k words for the lovely AnnStPere for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023.  Mycroft is a daguerreotype portrait artist and Greg a police constable.  Lots and lots of pining.  Rating: E, though there’s only a little smut.

AT/UNDER 5,000 WORDS - Rating: General

Forever’s Gonna Start Tonight - Mild angst with a happy ending.  Mycroft is out of the country on business and realises that he misses his friend Greg a bit more than one generally misses a friend. 

That Breathless Charm - Short, silly piece with exhausted dancing to ridiculous non-music.  Terrible singing.  

Rugged - Febuwhump Day 5: “That’s gonna scar.”  Ficlet (500 words).  Greg gets slashed pretty bad in a fight and is sad about his new scar.  He worries that he’s going to look ugly, old, and feeble.  Mycroft, however, has a different opinion.  No graphic violence. 

When You Wake Up - Febuwhump Day 12: “Can you hear me?” and Day 13, alt prompt 3: Soft words.  Greg is in a coma.  Mycroft, never leaving his side, speaks to him.  Happy ending. 

Flowers - Mystrade Is Family submission!  Mycroft meets Greg’s teenage daughter for the first time. 

Forevermore - 5+1 of Mycroft bonding with Greg's daughter Ellie. 

The Magic of Your Charms - Greg is one of Cinderella's footmen.  Mycroft is his new carriage driver.  Fantasy elements. 

My Sometime - Younger Mycroft and Greg alternate first meeting at a café. 

The Flower of My Heart - A frightened Ellie, Greg’s teenage daughter, calls Mycroft for help. 

So Much We Share - Nervous Greg at a policemen's conference.  Swapping clothes and splashing in the pool.

As Sure As the Stars - Moving in together and painting a new flat themselves.

Gold Dust at My Feet - Corn maze while dressed up as cowboys.  Lots of silly jokes.

Right By His Side - A Yard Halloween party.  Mycroft decorates the fireplace, then watches Greg get pranked with a birthday cake.

Hello, You; Goodbye, Heart - A wrong number call results in a bold Greg asking Mycroft out.

I’ll Be His (and He’ll Be Mine) - Greg tries out a series of terrible pick-up lines on Mycroft.

Say You’ll Be Mine - Greg proposes to Mycroft.

Life Can Be So Sweet - Mycroft has never had hot chocolate.  Greg makes it for him.

Dearer By Far Than the World’s Brightest Star - Greg's daughter Ellie has been doing a bit of redecorating.  Mycroft enlists her help to surprise Greg with fairy lights in their bedroom.

By and By - Greg has kept Mycroft's business card for ten years.  Mycroft finds that rather sweet.

A Great Big Flame in Your Heart - Mycroft grudgingly tells Greg the story of his codename.

Got a Sweet Tooth for My Sweetheart - Greg learns to bake.

So Much Honey the Bees Envy Me - Silly one about watching a football match together.

What My Heart Would Say (If It Only Knew How) - Mycroft tries out comforting Greg with a hug.

Every Lovely Summer’s Day - Scene on the lake of a holiday trip.  Ficlet: 524 words.

AT/UNDER 5,000 WORDS - Rating: Teen

All That Lies Under the Big Blue Skies - A fluffy Established Relationship moment on the beach in the rain.  A little bit of nervousness from Mycroft about being in public, but overall very sweet.  Rating: T, but it’s only not-G because Greg says The Fuck Word one time.

Please Leave a Message - Febuwhump Day 1 (alt prompt 10): Inferno and Febuwhump Day 9: Voice loss.  An explosion on Downing Street and Mycroft’s disappearance sends Greg into a panic.  BAMF Greg and BAMF Anthea.  Angst with a happy ending. 

Breathe With Me - Febuwhump Day 3 (alt prompt 1): Rope burns.  Greg helps Mycroft cleanse his wounds.  Literally and metaphorically.  Gentle hurt/comfort.  

Down on the Cards - Febuwhump Day 4: Knife to the throat.  Mild violence warning.  Little bit of blood.  Greg rescues Mycroft, but it might be too late.  Ambiguous ending warning. 

And the Whole World Dissolved - Febuwhump Day 10: Difficulty breathing.  Ficlet (600 words).  An explosion throws Mycroft into the Thames. 

Carry You Home - Febuwhump Day 11: Fever.  Mycroft has been missing for weeks.  Greg has finally found him, sick and delirious with fever.

A Gentle Voice - Febuwhump Day 15: Self-sacrifice.  Ficlet: 700 words.  Greg takes a bullet for Mycroft.  Bit of an ambiguous ending.  Non-graphic violence.  

Stay Awake, Beautiful - Febuwhump Day 16: Semi-conscious.  Just under 1k words.  Mycroft is losing blood fast.  Greg, John, and Sherlock do their best to save him.  Ambiguous ending.   

When the Night Meets the Morning Sun - Sequel to Look After You.  Mycroft healing post-TFP; Greg gentling him through it.  

When the Sun Shines Bright (and Gay) - Greg and Mycroft's date is spoiled by rain.  They kiss in the rain anyway.

What I Found in Your Arms - Mycroft with body image issues; Greg comforting him.

AT/UNDER 5,000 WORDS - Rating: Mature

Static - Febuwhump Day 7: Made to watch, Day 14: Captivity, Day 17: Silent tears, and Day 18 (alt prompt 6): Limp.  6k.  Greg is kidnapped.  Mycroft does everything in his power to find him.  Graphic Depictions of Violence warning.

Carve Into Your Ribs - Darkfic alert!  Febuwhump Day 6: Secrets revealed.  Graphic Depictions of Violence warning.  Dark!Mycroft and Dark!Greg.  This one’s a bit gory.  

Kiss Me Like It’s Sunrise - Immortality AU!  Febuwhump Day 19, alt prompt 7: Immortality and Day 20: Knife wound.  Greg is immortal.  Mycroft, unfortunately, is not.  There is a happy ending, I promise!  Warnings for graphic violence and some suicidal ideation.

All Lives End - Major Character Death and Graphic Depictions of Violence alert!  Febuwhump Day 24: Bloody clothes.  Mycroft is killed.  Greg, covered in his blood, copes with the aftermath.  Additional warning for some suicidal ideation.  

Missing, Presumed Dead - Febuwhump Day 25: Assumed dead, Day 26 (alt prompt 8): Found footage, Day 27 (alt prompt 2): Caged, and Day 28: "You're safe now."  Mycroft goes missing and Greg has to rally John and Sherlock to save him when MI6 refuses to go looking.  Graphic Depictions of Violence warning.

In All My Dreams - Pirate!Mystrade scene with Mycroft in the brig.  Features singing pirates.  

AT/UNDER 5,000 WORDS - Rating: Explicit

Of Blue Suits and Brollies - Porn with a wee bit of plot.  A snarky comment from Sherlock leads to kissing in the rain... and a bit more than kissing.  Greg thoroughly enjoys some dirty talk.

Absolutely Anything - Porn without plot.  Greg gets a bit frisky at one of Mycroft’s work events, so Mycroft gets revenge.  All happy and consensual.

...

Sherlock Holmes/John Watson

Morning, Love - An instinctive kiss from John makes the morning a little awkward.  But they can take this in stride, right?  Adorable parent!lock.  Rating: G.

Love and the Hunter - Downton Abbey crossover!  25k.  For the wonderful Mon221B for Fandom Trumps Hate 2023.  John and Sherlock solve a case together in the village.  A touch of smut.  Rating: E.

...

Gen / No Romance

Highly Qualified, Incident Aside - Anthea-centric!  The story of how she first met Mycroft, as well as the story of her name.  Features asexual and awesome Anthea.  Rating: G.

What Makes the Flowers Grow - Mycroft thinking about how he does and will continue to care for Greg's daughter Ellie.  Rating: G.

There Will Not Even Be a Grave - Major Character Death alert!  Mycroft is killed in a terrorist attack.  Sherlock copes (or fails to cope) with the news.  Rating: T with MCD warning.

Look After You - Febuwhump Day 2: Flinching.  Mycroft is struggling after the events at Sherrinford.  Anthea phones Greg for help.  Can be read as pre-slash if you want it to be.  Focuses on the beginning of trauma recovery.  Rating: T. 

A Trail of Burnt Things - Febuwhump Day 9: Panic.  Follows Greg in the immediate aftermath of Sherlock’s fall.  Gen.  Hurt No Comfort.  Rating: T.

...

Grantchester (TV)

Leonard Finch/Daniel Marlowe

For You, I’d Wait Forever - The hours after Leonard’s return from prison.  Daniel is overcome with emotion.  Hurt/comfort.  Not super fandom-blind-friendly, but you’re welcome to give it a shot!  Rating: G.

...

Hotel Portofino (TV)

Lucian Ainsworth/Anish Sengupta

We’ll Make It Alright - The first Hotel Portofino fic on AO3!  Missing scenes in Season 1, Episode 5.  Lucian and Anish both have some confessions to make.  Reasonably fandom-blind-friendly.  Rating: T.

[fluffbyday-smutbynight]

~ Rain ~

[a ficlet inspired by these prompts by @yaycoffee]

Young Mycroft enters the tearoom, more than glad to shut out the pattering of heavy rain, and takes in the warm ambience.

He catches the severe gaze of his father, who’s already waiting for him, seated a few tables over there with one of his associate directors and - who’s that? - what could be the man’s son, judging by their likeness. A clean-cut, handsome blond who must be no more than a couple of years older than Mycroft.

He curses under his breath. London’s mutable weather has caught him unprepared: his coat is drenched, his shoes squelch at every step and his hair is a sad mess. He must look miserable.

The young man looks at him with contempt, and Father is cross.

--

The forensic team is scrambling to put up makeshift tents over the scene to preserve it from the drizzling, persistent rain. Mycroft overlooks from a distance, until Lestrade picks up on his presence and hurries up towards him, his head down, the collar of his coat turned up. He scoots under Mycroft’s umbrella.

“It’s going to be a long night”, he says as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes from his coat’s pocket . He lights one up, then offers it to Mycroft, who accepts it with only a trace of a roll of eyes. “You go home”, Greg continues. “Dinner’s in the fridge.”

He lights up another cig for himself and they lull there for some time, sharing the same quiet space. Greg clears his throat. “I'd better go. Thanks for sharing, it’s fab you have one at all times”, and goes his way with a nod and his signature crooked smile.

Mycroft allows himself a wistful sigh.

Oh, the joys of the umbrella.

~~~

[tags under the cut. please let me know if you'd like to be added/removed]

tags: @foul-milk @xanthomonus @helloliriels @arwamachine@kettykika78 @sadngroovy @saoirse-1887 @dinner--starving @sherlockwatsons @johannadc @totallysilvergirl @colourfulwatson @anotherteenageroninternet @claireybo@lavenderandvanilla @lets-summon-demons666 @rachel1337 @martinfreemanismyaesthetic @martinmotherfckingfreeman @johnlocky @shiplocks-of-love @jobooksncoffee @discordantwords @7-percent @cloudywinds

[petite-madame]

Fan Fictions inspired by my art

You’ll find below fan fictions inspired by some of my artworks. This list doesn’t include Big Bang, Reverse Bang or Fandom Trumps Hate collaborations. All the stories below were written kindly and spontaneously by the authors. ❤ Of course, this list is incomplete, it only includes the most recent fan fictions.

Don’t hesitate to contact me if you ever wrote something inspired by one of my artworks (the ones posted at Petite-Madame, not my side accounts)

List under the cut...

- BBC SHERLOCK

Johnlock (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson)

Morning of Epiphany by Innerspectrum (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - General audiences -  Birthday fluff - 221  words -   Sherlock wakes up his normal grumpy self, expecting the usual boredom, until realizes otherwise... ) - ARTWORK

A spoonful of Johnlock by Asterisko (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - General audiences - Cuddling & Snuggling, sleepy cuddles, fluff, sharing a bed - 440  words -  John and Sherlock spooning in bed, from John's and Mrs. Hudson's POV.) - ARTWORK

A Thousand Words by Silvergirl (Sherlock Holmes/John Watson - Mature - The Empty Herse infill - Johnlock freeform -  ~ 768 words - Standing there behind the just-closed door of the train, his palm flat against the glass and his face a study in naked sorrow and regret, was Sherlock.) - ARTWORK

Mystrade (Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade)

Cello by janto321 (FaceofMer) (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences -  Fluff, domestic fluff - 465  words -  Greg comes home to hear Mycroft playing his cello.) - ARTWORK

You are the only one who sees me by Mimisempai (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences -  Fluff, established relationship - 1081  words -  Greg comes home early from work and surprising Mycroft, he discovers something new about his lover...) - ARTWORK

The music of your heart soothes the wounds of mine by Mimisempai (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences -  Emotional Hurt/Comfort, established relationship, tenderness - 1036  words - Greg has only one hurry, being back home with Mycroft. Mycroft, has only one haste it is that his lover comes back to him.) - ARTWORK

Playing in the Dark by InnerSpectrum (Greg Lestrade/Mycroft Holmes - General audiences -  Established relationship - Implied/Referenced Character Death - 360  words -   Greg awakens to music in the dark house and is reminded Sherlock is not the musician in the family...) - ARTWORK

Misc

Compositions by afteriwake (Mycroft Holmes/Molly Hooper - General audiences -  Pregnant Molly Hooper - Dead Sherlock Holmes - Developing Relationship - 654  words -   Mycroft is composing a lullaby for Molly and Sherlock's son.) - ARTWORK

- MARVEL

Stucky (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes)

The Life of Bucky Barnes by Stephrc79 (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes - Mature -  Fluff, angst, recovery Bucky, post CATWS, PTSD, etc...- 292 199 words -   The ongoing story behind the pictures from the Instagram The Life of Bucky Barnes.This work is a series of ficlets that tells the story of each picture. As each chapter progresses, it will encompass one or two of the images, how they appear chronologically. These are inspired works for petite-madame with her blessing.) - ARTWORKS

Gold, Silver, and Virtue by Gfawkes (Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes - Explicit -  Angst, mutual pining, smut, fluff, suicide attempt, alcoholism, getting back together, happy ending, etc... - 35 664  words -   Bucky hesitated, his nerve faltering for a moment. When there was no reaction from the silver-haired man, he unzipped his jacket, wrestling with the dog tags, pulling them out. They clinked together and fell against the zipper; a siren’s calling meant for one man only."This bike belonged to Captain America. So either you’re a very shrewd collector of rare vintage superhero paraphernalia, or you’re hiding something.” In which the Captain doesn't return after the time jump into the past, but he does return to the Soldier.) - ARTWORK

- GOOD OMENS

Ineffable Husbands (Aziracrow - Aziraphale/Crowley)

Falling by sugarplumanderson  (Aziraphale/Crowley - General Audience - Angst with a Happy Ending, Angst and Feels, Comfort/Angst - 2,345 words - An angel is Falling. Aziraphale and the heavenly host are witnesses. Aziraphale can't bear to watch the angel go through this on his own, so he intervenes.) - ARTWORK