I’ve crossed 600k hits across all my fics, I just noticed. I gotta say thank you to all of you you know.
I was going to write something else today, but then this popped in my head.
5 Times Mycroft Saved Sherlock and 1 Time Sherlock Saved Him
So, if you’re looking for some Holmes Brother’s feels….
All right, here’s that johnlock karaoke unilock fic I was talking about in Seattle. Fluff and smut.
What Makes You Beautiful – John and the gang take Sherlock out for his birthday. What happens when it’s just John and Sherlock?
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All right, here’s that johnlock karaoke unilock fic I was talking about in Seattle. Fluff and smut.
What Makes You Beautiful – John and the gang take Sherlock out for his birthday. What happens when it’s just John and Sherlock?
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“I don’t need a birthday party, John,” Sherlock didn’t bother looking up from his microscope.
John smiled as he leaned in the doorway. They’d only been roommates since the start of term but already it felt like Sherlock consumed his world. Not that John minded a bit, so long as he kept his grades up. He still wasn’t quite sure if they were something more than just mates, but that was more than half the reason for this excursion. “Mike said you’d say that.”
Sherlock raised an eyebrow before he lifted his head. “Who is attending?”
“Me, you, Mike, Greg and Sally. Don’t worry, Anderson isn’t coming.” John watched his face, could tell already that Sherlock would come along.
“I suppose.” Sherlock made a show of putting away his slides and grabbing his scarf and coat.
John led the way out into the snowy courtyard. “Greg knows a place. He’s driving.”
“We could just take a cab,” grumbled Sherlock.
“Hey you’re not the one who gets stuck sitting in the middle of the back seat all the time,” John stuffed his hands in his pocket.
“You have the shortest legs, it only makes sense.”
“Thanks for the observation, Sherlock,” said John dryly.
So I wrote my first Johncroft PWP …
Ink and Leather – John meets Mycroft in his office for a quickie.
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Mycroft shut the door to his office and turned around to face John. The smaller man was watching him. They both knew exactly why he was here. Mycroft stalked towards him and John’s tongue darted out a moment before Mycroft was kissing him, pushing him against the edge of his desk.
John groaned and grabbed the front of Mycroft’s shirt, pushing his tongue into Mycroft’s mouth. With a growl Mycroft grabbed John’s hair and yanked his head back to attack his throat.
Moaning, John dragged his fingers through the thin hair. Mycroft’s teeth dragged along his skin until he sucked a mark just below his collar, making John’s eyes flutter closed.
John’s fingers went to Mycroft’s waistcoat but Mycroft grabbed his hands and with surprising deftness flipped John over and bent him over the desk.
So at the omegaverse panel tonight, people were looking for fics. Of course I’ve got a few, so here you go
The Value of an Omega – Casfic, asexual sherlock, johnlock
Mycroft’s Choice – Omega Mycroft, more of a romance, mystarde
London Sonata – Johnlockstrade, Alpha Greg, Omega John and Sherlock. Reichenfeels and heavy angst.
The Dean – Mystrade, Dean Mycroft, Security Guard Greg AU
The Stronger Bond – Mary knocked up John when Sherlock was gone. Evil Mary, sorry.
Passing for Omega – PWP, alpha/alpha johnlock
John’s Alpha – PWP alpha/beta johnlock
An Alpha’s Patience – PWP johnlock, alpha john, omega Sherlock
Unconventional Bonds – PWP Johnlockstrade, Alpha John/Greg, Omega Sherlock.
Alley Treasure – johnlock, Alpha Sherlock, Omega John
Doctor’s Visit – PWP alpha John, Omega Sherlock
And then there is also a few Merkat fics
In the Heat of the Moment – Alpha Sherlock/Omega John
Cherry on the Top – Greaser Mystrade, Alpha Greg/Omega Mycroft
Alone, Never Alone – Mystrade, referenced non-con, mpreg
Tardiness and Miscommunication – Greaser Mystrade sequel
Nesting Series – Winglock omegaverse, eventual parentlock, johnlock
Mausoleum Skin – Tatoolock johnlock
First Impressions – historical AU johnlock
Arrangements – Historical mormor, alpha moron, omega moriarity
Snowed In – PWP johnlock
Here have some bottom!John, military kink, gunplay pwp:
Improper Usage of a Firearm – A bit of roleplay never hurt anyone. Especially when Sherlock has John on his knees and calling him Sir.
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Sherlock Holmes could have been a great actor. John was always surprised at the changes that could come over him when he took on a role, whether it was in dealing with a suspect or a witness, or, like now, just in their flat. He’d somehow acquired his own officer’s uniform, looking imperiously down at John with a swagger stick tucked under his arm. John himself was wearing camouflage, maybe a little tight around the belly these days, but it still carried a faint smell of sand and sweat.
“I think you need punished, don’t you, Private?” Sherlock’s voice carried cold authority.
Even though John was a terrible actor and it was a long time since boot camp, it was easy enough to fall into this role. “Yes, Sir.”
“Over the table, stance wide.”
Allrighty, this is the fic I wrote today. Much much thanks to hums-happily annd beltainefaerie for letting me write at them and helping me through. This one is a giant bucket of angst, but a happy ending.
London Sonata – Relationships are like music. They have up and downs, passionate swells and quiet dips. And, sometimes, you find a perfect chord. But what happens when the melody is broken?
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Movement 1: GRIEF
Greg held John’s hand as they stood by Sherlock’s grave. The omega sighed and dropped his ramrod straight posture to lean against him. Greg put an arm around him; there was hardly a reason to hide their relationship now. They had been three, now they were two.
“Would you bond me?” asked John quietly, eyes still on the implacable gravestone.
The silence stretched out as Greg rolled the thought over in his mind. They hadn’t bonded while Sherlock had been alive. An alpha and two omegas? Everything they’d ever heard said it was impossible, that bonding with a second omega would destroy the bond with the first. So they’d never tried it, simply enjoyed each others company, took care of each other in heat and out. But now…
“Yes, John, I will,” Greg kissed the top of his head. “Your next heat.”
John nodded and pulled away from him to touch the cold stone. Greg remembered when they’d invited him in, Sherlock laying out all the reasons it was logical for Greg to join them, John simply smiling and telling him they both wanted him. Head and heart. He’d kept a separate flat, kept up the illusion that he wasn’t involved; after all, everyone seemed to assume Sherlock and John were an omega couple. If anyone saw how protective Greg could be of them, well he was an alpha and a cop, it was to be expected. He was sure Sally suspected But with Sherlock gone, maybe it was better that Baker Street and all it’s memories be laid to rest.
Greg touched John’s arm as he turned back to him. “Move in with me?”
“Sure,” said John, without emotion.
Pilot Smut Ficlet – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
Pilot Smut Ficlet – janto321 (FaceofMer) – Sherlock (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
“So I masturbated thinking about you last…”
“I’d fuck you on that table so hard…” said Sherlock at the same moment.
Based on this gifset from (what else?) the unaired pilot. Where has this been all my life?
I’m glad you like. This little fic always makes me smile
So type40consultingdetective and I wrote a vampire Mystrade fic 4 Chapters,will probably have the whole thing up in a week:
Teeth and Temptation – Greg never expected an encounter in the London fog to take him so far from the life he knew.
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London 1904
Mycroft Holmes had lived a long life,or, well, afterlife, if one wanted to get technical. He was careful and cautious and wielded his great power with care. Right now he was in London, perhaps his favorite haunt, though he wished they’d come for a better reason. He’d bought a small but expensive home and dabbled in the mortal game of politics as his mood suited him. Tonight though, he was hungry and on the hunt.
Gregory Lestrade turned his collar up to the chill and hurried past alleyways on his way home. He’d been kept far too late at work, and while he wasn’t actually afraid of the dark, it was unnerving. He knew the kind of creatures that lurked; filthy criminals and ladies of the night and other things, things that didn’t have names or explanations.
Mycroft didn’t like drinking from junkies. They often reminded him too much of his brother. But desperate times and all that. He was standing in the shadows with his victim when suddenly through the London fog he was aware he was being watched.
Greg caught sight of a most suspicious thing, and stopped to check it out. Not his business, and foolhardy, most likely, but a posh man pushing about a street person didn’t sit right with him at all.
“Inspector Lestrade. Be needing any help, sir?” He spoke in a tone far calmer than he felt. His skin was crawling, and his slight shake wasn’t from the chill.
“Not at all.” Mycroft released his victim and watched the man stumble into the darkness of the deeper alley. This brave man before him would be far tastier. Something in those deep brown eyes called to him. “Mycroft Holmes.”