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I was looking at my AO3 and:

  •  Sherlock Holmes (157)
  •  John Watson (154)
  •  Greg Lestrade (69)
  •  Mycroft Holmes (66)
  •  Jack Harkness (59)

That’s my top 5 of how many stories i have with each character. For some reason I’m surprised Greg and Mycroft are higher then Jack. Obviously Jack Harkness shows up a lot, whether it’s his universe or not.

  •  Sherlock Holmes/John Watson (136)
  •  Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade (43)
  •  Castiel (Supernatural)/Jack Harkness (16)
  •  Castiel/Jack (10)
  •  Jack Harkness/Sam Winchester (9)

And this is my top 5 pairings. This one doesn’t surprise me. And yes harkstiel is on there twice because i usually tag it with both, though obviously i missed 6

And uh, theres 270 fics with the one I posted tonight…..

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Allright, this is the one giving me fits over the title earlier. It’s gonna be multi-chapter, eventual mystrade and I think maybe case fic?:

Stepping In – When Greg hears two men arguing in an alley, he goes to see, stepping in when one pushes the other against the wall. And this is how he meets Mycroft and Sherlock Holmes.

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The night was damp and threatening more rain as Greg left his latest crime scene. Halfway to his car, he heard an argument between two men in a nearby alley. Well, one was arguing; the other seemed to be talking in carefully measured tones. He couldn’t make out the words, but something didn’t feel right about it. Greg carefully moved towards the sound.

He recognized the junkie that had started hanging around his crime scenes, demanding to help. He was talking to a man who looked entirely too posh for this neighborhood.

Suddenly, the junkie grabbed the other’s arm and spun him, shoving him face first against the bricks as he twisted his arm and growled something in his ear.

Greg was halfway to them in a heartbeat. “Oi!” he called. “Let him go!”

The junkie sneered at him, but stepped back, only to slip and trip over some detritus in the alley. The posh man turned and tried to catch him, but there was an audible crack as the junkie’s head hit the street.

“Are you okay?” Greg asked the posh man as he reached the junkie’s side. The other man was already checking for injuries as Greg crouched next to the pair.

“I am fine. I can take care of my brother at home.” He started to reach for his mobile.

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shellysbees inspired me to take another crack at Sherstrade, so here we go:

Life Preserver – Sherlock calls Lestrade when he needs help. Greg just hopes that’s enough to save him.

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“Oh for fuck’s sake,” growled Greg, heaving Sherlock to his feet and wrapping an arm around him. At least his car was close by. The young man was half out of his mind, but at least he didn’t fight as he was poured into the passenger seat and buckled in.

He should take him somewhere professional to get sober and clean up. But he didn’t want to do that. Ever since Sherlock had started showing up at his crime scenes, he’d been finding himself more and more intrigued. And when Sherlock had texted him tonight he hadn’t hesitated to come. Looked like he’d been roughed up a bit too, there was a cut on his temple.

They reached his flat and Greg helped him inside and into a chair. He went to make some extra strong coffee and get the first aid kit, pushing the mug into Sherlock’s hands and moving to clean up the cut.

“Ow,” hissed Sherlock, jerking away and suddenly far more awake.

“You’re welcome,” said Greg. “Drink your coffee.”

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Fanfiction Authors Meme

If you are tagged, you must post three pieces of work of your own that you take pride in! Please include what you are most proud of for each work! Make sure to link it so people can read your beautiful stories and tell you why they love them! This is about being positive about yourself and your growth and your talent! Tag as many friends as you want!

I was tagged by the wonderful guixonlove

Night Hymns

John finds that Sherlock comes to his bed late at night. During the day no one would ever know they were more then just friends and flatmates. But something different happens in the dark. Is it only a dream, a release? Or is it something more?

This series will always be the first one I list on this sort of thing. It was one of the first things I ever wrote in this fandom, and while I can tell my writing has improved, it holds a special place in my heart. Night Hymns is probably the reason I’m still writing Sherlock fic today.

Mycroft’s Choice

Mycroft picked at his cake and sighed. “In my line of work, I cannot have any weakness. Some have only seen me as an omega and foolishly believed they could intimidate me. I have worked very hard for where I am now.”

This is probably the most romantic fic I’ve written, and yes it’s omegaverse. I also accidentally ended up saying some things about gender and perceptions, but in the end it’s about how two people come together with love and respect.

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okay after spending nearly an hour trying to pick a third fic, I’m just going to list a few that were on the top of my list. (In my defense as of right now there are 267 fics, so the fact that I was able to pick 2 should count as something):

Salt in the Wounds, Ilium, Concussion, Kintsugi, Immortalis, Ghosts that we knew, Tandem, The Value of an Omega…

And I am tagging bonusvampirus, shellysbees, reclusiveq, chasingriversong, thescienceofjohnlock and mydwynter

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A Moment of Shelter (1156 words) by janto321 [AO3]

A Moment of Shelter (1156 words) by janto321 [AO3]

Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade
Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe – World War II, London, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Relationship(s), Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe – 1940s
Summary:

Greg and Mycroft take shelter from the bombs and comfort in each other.

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I wanted to write stitchlock a birthday fic and asked her for ideas. She suggested getting florid about John Watson’s eyelashes. So that turned into this:

At My Most Beautiful – Sherlock loves to simply watch John in the early morning light. Sometimes it becomes something more.

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I lean against the doorway to our room, watching my lover sleep. A faint smile creases my features and there is a warmth in my heart. John always looks small in the early morning light. Awake, John is dynamic. He fills a room, or at least my mind, in a way most would never expect. And although here he looks less than imposing, underestimating John Watson is dangerous. I would know. He sleeps on his back, one arm tossed above his head. Though we had been intimate before falling asleep, sometime in the night he’d pulled on one of his undershirts, hiding his body from me. He is as self-conscious about his scars as I am of mine.

I turn my attention to what skin I can see and study his face. He is relaxed, softened. Unbothered by the nightmares that frequent us both. The steel blue eyes are hidden, golden lashes laying thickly on his cheek. He shifts as if aware of my gaze, eyes fluttering a moment before settling again. I cross the room and slip into bed beside him, sitting against the headboard as I resume my study of his careworn face.

An eyelash has fallen loose. I capture it and consider the way the light reflects the golden tones. Transfixed, I don’t realize he’s awoken until he speaks.

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Have a good Red Pants Monday. Here’s some short red pants shower sex:

Shower Surprise – “I saw them when you put your gun away. Do you know how it looks to see you handle your gun in those jeans with that flash of red pants? What it does to me?”

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John was used to Sherlock’s sex drive. Or lack of. It didn’t bother him. When he was on a case he could hardly be bothered to eat or sleep, let alone any other activity. If it was too long between cases boredom made him apathetic and more likely to sulk on the couch all day then anything else. It was just another part of the man, and like everything else, John simply accepted him for who he was.

They’d been on a case all night and John was yawning as they stumbled back into the flat. Sherlock immediately went to John’s laptop. There was more work to do, but John needed a shower and at least a couple hours of sleep. He stepped into the bathroom and turned on the hot water, stripping and stepping under the stream, rubbing the scruff on his face.

Sherlock had been at his best form tonight, spouting off deductions as he led the way through rain-spattered streets. They hadn’t found the perpetrator yet, but John had no doubts that they would. Thinking of Sherlock standing pale under streetlights, dark hair shadowing his face was certainly not making him more tired. John dropped a hand to his cock, thinking of Sherlock’s voice as he worked, the way his long fingers pointed and gathered facts. How his touch could pull back a curtain to things John had only imagined.

That last thought wasn’t only about the case.

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janto321:

Hope in the Darkness (1748 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes
Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Injury, First Kiss, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Watching, Post-His Last Vow
Summary:

Sometimes nearly losing makes you realize what you have.

Feels like way too long since I posted something.

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It was bound to happen sooner or later. And of course it was late on a rainy London night. John groaned as Sherlock hovered over him, rain dripping from his flattened curls, hands fluttering and panic in his eyes.

“Put pressure on it and call an ambulance.” John was calm; one of them had to be.

“I’m sorry…” Sherlock started.

“Shut up,” snapped John, biting back a wince as Sherlock used his scarf to try and stop the bleeding. It was all too much like sgt, only John was the one that was hurt. The suspect was unconscious a few feet away, only the fact that John was in need of attention had saved his life.

Sherlock fumbled with his mobile as he tried to keep pressure like John had taught him. The doctor focused on breathing slowly, watching him and listening as he called the ambulance. “Don’t forget our suspect,” reminded John.

Shutting off his phone, Sherlock turned back to his Doctor. Their hands found one another in the dark and John relaxed in his grip. “It’ll be okay.”

Sherlock gave wry smile. “Shouldn’t I be reassuring you?”

“Well, I’ve had more practice.” John adjusted the hand providing pressure before looking back up at Sherlock’s eyes. “I’m a free man now, you know. The divorce was finalized two weeks ago.”

“I am aware.” The hand in his trembled slightly. John squeezed as the sound of sirens split the night.

“They’ll probably keep me overnight, but it’s not that bad a wound. I should be back in Baker Street tomorrow.” Sherlock started to pull his hand away at the sound of rushing feet, but John held him in place, holding his eyes. “I don’t think we still need two rooms.”