#lestrade with a kitten

[barachiki]

Just some proof that Lestrade still likes his cats.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Halloween Fics (MFLs) [October 2023 Edition]

See also:

Halloween Fics (Oct 2018)

Halloween and Ghosts (updated Oct 31/21)

Vampires (Dec. 2020)

Ghosts / Figments

Hybrids and Shapeshifters

Hey everyone!! Hope you're having a wonderful day! Today I thought that it's been a long time since I've posted an update to my Halloween fic list, but I haven't read many new fics since, so I though for today's post (because I don't have anything ready anyway) I would go through my MFL List and post up the ones that have been recommended to me throughout the years! Please note I have not read any of these, these are just based on a tag search on my offlline list :)

And because I haven't actually been asked this year for some new fics (I usually do so I am sad lol), I guess I shall make a new list without one!

As usual, please feel free to add your own fics!

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Mummy by ChrisCalledMeSweetie (T, 901 w., 1 Ch. || UAP Canon Divergence, Halloween, Meeting the Parents) – Meeting your boyfriend’s parents for the first time can be a bit scary. Especially when your boyfriend is Sherlock Holmes. Part 12 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series

What Didn't Happen by Katzedecimal (T, 1,213 w., 1 Ch. || Costumes, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Halloween, Texting, Case Fic) – There is a very short Conan busying about the flat. He's threatening me with a sword if I don't eat something.

Until the final breath escapes by meet_me_in_samarra (M, 1,875 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Domestics, Established Relationship, Mild Gore, Kissing) – In a world turned hostile they hold onto their love until the final breath escapes.

John Watson and the Curse of the Were-Kitten by  ChrisCalledMeSweetie (G, 2,193 w., 2 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Supernatural AU ||  Halloween, Spooky Fluff) – Limping away from the crime scene, John glanced up at a nearby rooftop. His mouth dropped open at what he saw: Sherlock, silhouetted against the rising full moon. Realising that he was gawping like a fool, John looked around to make sure he wasn’t being observed. When he turned back, Sherlock had vanished. All that remained on the rooftop was a small black kitten, padding between the chimney pots. Part 1 of the Spooky Johnlock Stories series, Part 5 of the H.I.A.T.U.S. Prompt Fills

These Hands of Yours by okapi (E, 2,700 w., 1 Ch. || ACD Canon || Supernatural Elements, Horror, Hands, Anal Fisting / Fingering, Halloween) – Holmes has casts made of his hands. Watson falls in love. So do the hands.

His favourite pizza (delivery guy) by thewallflower07 (G, 4,298 w., 1 Ch. || Teenager AU || Flirting John, Annoying Mycroft, Med Student John, Horny Teenagers, Halloween, High School Student Sherlock, Pizza) – Sherlock is staying at a hotel on Halloween with his family and keeps insisting they order pizza because he is infatuated with the very cute, blonde delivery boy.

Wanted: Empath by nutmeag83 (T, 4,886 w., 1 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Empath John, Ghost Hunter Sherlock, Halloween, Haunted Houses, Pining John, Resolved Romantic Tension, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock is a ghost hunter and John his empath assistant. Near Halloween, they investigate a ghostly sighting at a mansion in the English countryside. The events of their investigation bring their feelings for each other to the fore.

Food goes on the food shelf by avalanching effect (G, 5,283 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Pre-Slash, Crack/Humour, Cannibalism, Magical Realism, Witches, Light Gore, POV Sherlock) – John, (without conferring with Sherlock) implements a system of organization in the kitchen. There are areas designated as 'experiment' areas, and others as 'food safe' areas. Crossover, however, is bound to happen.

In a manner of speaking I'm dead by fellshish (T, 6,372 w., 1 Ch. || Halloween, Mystrade, Angst With Happy Ending, PIning, First Kiss, Drunk Idiots, Drinking Games, Humour) – Sherlock and John accidentally dress in matching outfits for Lestrade's Halloween party. Things only get worse: someone pushes them to play 'Never have I ever'.

A Beautifully Frightening Revelation by 221b_careful_what_you_wish_for (M, 6,486 w., 2 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU|| Ghosts, Haunted House, First Kiss/Times, Frottage, Fluff, Halloween, Mutual Pining, Bed Sharing, Spooky) – John and Sherlock are investigating an isolated country manor haunted by a mischievous ghost. A series of spooky incidents brings them together in a candlelit bedroom, the night ripe for revelations and facing fears.

The Babadook by CatieBrie (T, 6,886 w., 1 Ch. || Babadook Fusion || Post-TRF, Horror, Demonic Possession, Violence, Halloween, Grief, Angst with Happy Ending) – “A children’s book,” John mutters as he flips it open. The pages are scrawled with beautiful charcoal lines and thick black ink. The cover, bright red, edges the open pages and something tugs at the back of John’s brain. It’s a familiar feeling, black and tarrish and thick in his thoughts. He shakes it off and picks the book up off his bed, turning so that he can sit on the edge and spread the book out across his knees. If it’s in a word or it’s in a look, you can’t get rid of the Babadook. He turns the page, ignoring the pressure building beneath his chest. There’s a closet on one page; paper doors meant to be opened by the reader flutter as John reads the text on the other page.

The Spirit Child by VelvetMace (M, 7,287 w., 1 Ch. || Psychological Horror, Disturbing Themes, Horror, Gore) – A small wooden box filled with clay and feotus bones yields more than just clues to a violent murder. A Halloween Story. Read at your own risk -- and I do not say this lightly.

Were it Well by merelypassingtime (G, 7,496 w., 6 Ch. || Shapeshifter AU || Crack, Halloween) – When moving in with the world's only consulting detective John is concerned he won't be able to keep his secret. Turns out he need not have worried.

In the Shadows of 221B by CarmillaCarmine (E, 8,299 w., 5 Ch. || Halloween, Friends to Lovers, Spooky Smut) – On a stormy, Halloween night, Sherlock appears changed, but John isn't about to complain about anything Sherlock wants to do to him. Part 10 of the The Stories of Angst and Heartbreak series

Let's Say I Let You In by kedgeree (E, 9,972 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE|| Halloween, Costume Kink, Established Relationship, Humour, Smut, Vampire Sherlock, Bloodplay, Biting, Romance) – It's Halloween and Sherlock's vampire costume is turning John on, but Sherlock doesn't quite get the idea of a sexy vampire. At least…not at first. Part 4 of the Holidays series

The Subtenant by khorazir (T, 12,238 w., 1 Ch. || PODFIC AVAILABLE || Canon Divergence, Post-TRF, Halloween, Magical Realism, Humour, Ghosts, Banter, Friends to Lovers, First Kiss) – When you have ruled out the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth. Hence, there can be no doubt about it: 221B is haunted. Sherlock and John set out to investigate their new subtenant and find out more than they bargained for.

Hallowe'en Homecoming by earlybloomingparentheses (T, 12,594 w., 1 Ch. || Unconventional Relationship, Halloween, Sherlock’s Childhood, Family Videos) – Sherlock and John are solving a case when Mycroft turns up and persuades Sherlock to return home for his mother's Hallowe'en celebration. John thinks that seeing where Sherlock grew up will help him understand the detective better; instead, he finds himself more confused than ever. But it's John Watson's job to look after Sherlock Holmes, come hell, high water, or Hallowe'en, so that's just what he's going to do.

Looks like something the cat digged out by HOverSeas (T, 12,876 w., 1 Ch || Magical Realism AU || Post-TGG, Canon Divergence, Halloween, Hurt/Comfort, Werecat John, Temporary Character Death) – The bomb at the pool goes off, and takes both Sherlock and Moriarty with it. John doesn't agree with the outcome, so he decides to bring Sherlock back from the dead. But, of course, there is a price.

Zing and You'll Miss It by Raina_at (M, 14,980 w., 2 Ch. || Hotel Transylvania AU || Vampire Sherlock, Crack/Humour, Rom Com, University Student John, Love at First Sight, Magic, Soul Mates, Minor Mollstrade) – Every year, the monster community meets at Halloween for a big party. Sherlock is bored out of his mind as usual, when suddenly a handsome human stumbles into the monster party. Eyes meet, sparks fly, and Sherlock's entire world is turned upside down as he has to decide whether that tingly feeling is lust, love, magic, or a combination of all three.

The Masquerade of the Red Death by okapi (E, 16,800 w., 14 Ch. || Friends to Lovers, For A Case / Case Fic, Kink Exploration, Orgy, Costume Parties & Masquerades, Bum Worship, Shotgunning, Daddy Kink, Corsetry, Cock Worship, Praise Kink, Hand Jobs, Oral Sex, Drugging, Wrestling, Love Confessions, Pet Play, Rimming, Public Sex/Blow Jobs, Shibari, Exhibitionism/Voyeurism) – On the hunt for a serial killer, Sherlock & John attend a masked orgy. Inspired by "The Masque of the Red Death" by Edgar Allan Poe. Part 11 of the Spooky & Kooky (the Halloween fics)

One Good Scare by blueink3 (M, 17,386 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Holmes Family, Parentlock, Misunderstandings, Family, Fluff and Angst, Jealousy, Halloween, Happy Ending) – Mummy invites Sherlock, John, and Rosie to the country for her birthday, which just so happens to coincide with the annual Harvest Festival, an event Sherlock loathes. With John seemingly making the wrong move at every turn and with ghosts hiding in each of their closets, what will it take for their (Halloween) masks to finally come off?

The Halloween Party by XistentialAngst (M, 19,044 w., 3 Ch. || Halloween, Sexy Sherlock, Vampires, Costumes/Disguises, Mutual Masturbation, BAMF John, First Time, Humour, Romance, Frottage, Friends to Lovers) – Sherlock and John attend a Halloween party on the trail of a vampire killer -- a man who's been seducing his victims and taking all their blood. Sexy costumes, bad puns, hideous danger, frantic sex in hidden places and some Halloween-flavored fluff are all on hand to "treat" you. Boo.

it's not always black and wight by elldotsee (M, 21,385 w., 7 Ch. || Supernatural Elements AU || Ghosts, Halloween, Case Fic, Victor Trevor) – By the time he turned eight, Sherlock had had more supernatural experiences than he could count or recall. He’d grown used to flickering lights, the whispers in the night, the sudden appearance of apparitions in the corridors. The dead were just as much a part of his life as the living. He went about his business, never disrupting theirs.Sometimes he talked to them, but they never talked back. Sometimes, he heard their stories second-hand, in the snippets of conversation between his parents at the dinner table, but they were never spoken about like real people. They were simply characters that formed the tapestry of the house, bumps and flickers of a life stuck in the in-between. That is, until he met Victor.

Haunted by Vulpesmellifera (E, 22,369 w., 4 Ch. || S4 Fix-It/Post-Canon, POV John, Child Endangerment, Halloween, Nightmares, Bed Sharing) – Plagued by the past, John moves himself and his daughter to a new flat for a fresh start - and it's not 221B Baker Street.While he grapples with new knowledge and old guilt, he's confronted with odd neighbors and strange noises in the night. But is it the new flat, or is John Watson losing his grip on reality?

the napoleon by darcylindbergh (E, 24,823 w., 4 Ch. || 1980′s AU || Halloween, Action & Romance, Costumes, Costume Parties/Masquerades, Mutual Pining, First Kiss / Time) – Halloween, 1989: John and Sherlock both have big plans for the night, but serial killers have the worst possible timing.

From a Well, Dark and Deep by Vulpesmellifera (M, 32,691 w., 18 Ch. || Post S4, Supernatural Elements, Horror / Milld Body Horror, Bed Sharing, Possession, Hand Holding, Whump, Hurt/Comfort, Friends to Lovers, Coming Out, Alternating POV, Nightmares, Caring John, Happy Ending) – Sherlock Holmes is desperately trying to reconcile his newfound memories and feelings within his transport—a transport that won’t quit with the nightmares and the strange, fiddly anxieties that crop up at the most inopportune moments. On the advice of his psychiatrist—not that he’s thrilled to be taking the man’s advice, but needs must—he's going to mark the anniversary of Eurus’ torments. That explains why he visits the well. What he finds at the well, though, is entirely unexpected. Meanwhile, John Watson has finally come to terms with something he’s ignored his entire life. He’s ready to share that something with Sherlock, except Sherlock isn’t acting himself. It's not the time for confessions, and John determines he must get to the bottom of his best friend's affliction before he can reveal anything. Part 3 of Vulpes' Halloween Johnlock

This Is Family by SaraStarchild (T, 39,840 w., 16 Ch. || Hereditary AU || Psychological Horror, Body Horror, Demonic Possession, POV Third Person Limited, Protective Mycroft, Cults, Mycroft Whump, Sherlock Whump, Major Character Death, Graphic Violence, Retelling) – When the Holmes family's secretive mother and matriarch, Ellen Holmes, passes away, the family she leaves behind – father Martin, sons Mycroft and Sherlock, and daughter Eurus – begins to unravel cryptic and increasingly terrifying secrets about their ancestry. The more they discover, the more they find themselves trying to outrun the sinister fate they seem to have inherited. This is, pretty much, a word-for-word retelling of the 2018 Ari Aster film, Hereditary. Part 1 of Sherlock Halloween Stories

A Sharp, Dressed Man Series by sgam76 (T, 50,221+ w. across 6 works || Series WiP || Vampire AU || Halloween Fic, Protective Mycroft, Kidnapping, Injured Sherlock, Psychological Terror) – Every once in a while, Mycroft Holmes is called upon to take matters into his own hands. It doesn't always go exactly as you'd expect. And he enjoys it more than he will ever admit.

FictoberLock 2018 by FinAmour & unicornpoe (M, 60,875 w., 31 Ch. || Halloween, Protective John, Smitten Sherlock, Fluff, First Kiss, Injured Sherlock, Various Prompts) – 31 different prompts, 31 Johnlock fics: one every day for the month of October! Each chapter is a stand-alone story. Some are written by unicornpoe, some by FinAmour, and some are written by us both! They range in length from ~500 words to ~3500 words, and there’s something in here for everyone.

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.

Skeletons Series by flawedamythyst (T, 174,262 w. across 3 works || Nightmare Before Christmas Fusion ||  Implied Character Death) – Sherlock's refusal to talk about his past hides far more skeletons than John could ever have guessed at. Halloween-esque AU.

[arkytiorwrites]

Never Again

Sherlock Holmes x Reader x John Watson

My first BBC Sherlock post, and of course it’s a poly. Because who wouldn’t want them both?

I crept up the stairs to the flat of my boyfriends as silently as I could; not wanting to summon their landlady, Mrs. Hudson. I liked the older woman a lot, but I wasn't in the mood for her now. Right now I needed John's tea and Sherlock's hugs if they were home.

Unlocking the door to the flat , it was quickly obvious that they were out. Their coats were gone and the flat was silent. I left my backpack, coat, and shoes in a pile under the coat rack and curled up in John's chair, pulling on the jumper discarded on the armrest.

God I was so tired.

I sleepily nuzzled the shoulder for the jumper and inhaled as much of John’s scent that I could. He smelled like maple wood, hot sand, and a dash of whiskey. It always reminded me of his silent strength somehow. That John would always be there.

I was unable to continue waxing poetic because I was asleep after a few minutes.

. . .

Sherlock followed John up the stairs home in what John liked to call a 'strop’. Lestrade had called them both away from Baker Street for a case that hadn’t even been a four! Sherlock was even stroppier than normal because their wonderful partner, Y/N, would be coming home from their visit to America today and they both had wanted to be there to welcome them back. Instead, they were probably already back and had come home to a cold, empty flat. Sherlock nearly crashed into John where he had frozen in the doorway.

"John, what are you -"

" Sh!" the doctor scolded, reaching back and swatting vaguely at the lanky detective.

Looking over John, he finally saw what had caused his lover to try and shush him. Y/N had curled up and fallen asleep in John's armchair, but if that wasn't adorable enough, they had put on the dark blue jumper John had discarded earlier that afternoon.

The two men tiptoed toward their love, John crouching down in front and Sherlock kneeling at their feet.

" Baby? Wake up sweetheart," John softly urged.

Shifting a bit and letting out a soft kitten mewl, Y/N’s eyes fluttered and lit up the moment they saw the doctor.

"John?” they asked softly.

"Hi, love," he smiled reaching out and gently brushing their cheek.

They gave the ash-blond man a sleepy smile before looking around the room until they spotted the detective.

"Sherlock?"

"Hello, darling," he murmured, reaching out and gently rubbing their calf in a rare show of affection.

They yawned cutely before asking, "How was the case?"

"It wasn't even a four," Sherlock sniffed, standing and taking off his coat and scarf, hanging them on the coat rack.

"Which never a good thing for Greg,” John sighed standing as well.

"Tea?" he offered as the tempemental detective aggressively flopped onto the couch.

"If you don't mind," Y/N mumbled sleepily sitting up and rubbing their eyes.

John leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his partner's forchread before going to the kitchen.

Y/N stood from the doctors chair and shuffled over to the couch, where Sherlock sat in one of his many thinking poses. At Y/N’s approach, however, he held out an arm in clear invitation and the young American happily snuggled into his side. Sherlock tugged them closer and rested his cheek on their head.

"How was Oregon?" he asked quietly.

“Wet, windy, cold. The usual," they quipped.

"You know what I meant,” the brunet scolded.

"Not any different then when I left three years ago. Hannah’s got herself a contract. Rosemary and the other's are still at home. Mom and Dad haven’t changed theyre just a bit grayer now,” Y/N shrugged. "But I'd forgotten how beautiful it is in spring over there."

Sherlock hummed noncommittally before the two lapsed into a comfortable silence.

A few minutes later, John emerged from the kitchen with two mugs of tea. He doled them out accordingly, giving the loves of his life a kiss each before going back for his own own. He came back and sat on Y/N’s unoccupied side, the three of them happy together.

"You are not allowed to leave us for that long ever again,” Sherlock announced just as Y/N was beginning to drift off again.

“I was only gone for two weeks,” they mumbled, confused.

"Exactly. Far too long," John agreed, nodding seriously.

Y/N playfully groaned as they said, "Of course, I would somehow and up with the most clingy boyfriends in all of the UK."

“You love us, " Sherlock snorted.

“Yeah," they agreed, happily snuggling into the self proclaimed sociopath’s shoulder. "I do."

[mimisempai]

Soft spot

Summary

One day, Greg hears Mycroft laugh like he's never heard him laugh before, and decides he'll do anything to hear it again.

Notes

Mystrade Monday  1.0  #17 - “Stop it! It tickles!.”

@mystradepromptsandscenarios

On Ao3

Rating T - 627 words

"Hahahaha!"

Greg turned a little surprised to see Mycroft laughing out loud, looking at his phone. He was amused at first and then a little touched because Mycroft didn't often laugh so openly and it gave him an almost youthful air, far from his usual persona. 

Greg had to admit he liked it. Very much.

Mycroft, realizing that Greg was watching him, raised an eyebrow and asked, "What? Those little kittens were really funny."

Greg replied quietly, "I know, since I sent you the video. But it's the first time you've had that kind of laugh with me."

Mycroft shrugged, "That's because you're rarely around when I get your messages."

Greg asked softly, "Do it again, please."

"What?"

"Laugh like that again."

Mycroft chuckled, "Come on Greg, I can't do it on command. Unless you send me something funny again."

Greg said playfully, "Well, maybe there's another way to make you laugh." He moved closer to Mycroft, a small smile on his face.

Mycroft looked at him defiantly and replied, "Detective Lestrade, I wasn't born yesterday, I know what you're up to. Sorry to disappoint you, but I'm not ticklish."

Greg didn't let that throw him off balance and as he moved closer to Mycroft, he whispered as he lifted his lover's shirt, "That's because I wasn't the one tickling you."

Greg ran his fingers over the classic spots, over the hips, under the arms, the soles of the feet, to no avail. Sure, Mycroft shivered, but he didn't laugh out loud, just a little chuckle here and there to taunt Greg.

This did not stop the detective from continuing his investigation. For he had a goal and nothing would distract him from it.

He had now opened Mycroft's shirt completely and planted light kisses on his flat stomach, then moved up to his chest before burying his face in the hollow of Mycroft's neck and nibbling lightly. Mycroft couldn't hold back a small gasp and Greg straightened up, studying his lover's face before saying, "Oh, I think I'm onto something here."

He buried his face in the hollow of Mycroft's neck back, this time licking the skin before blowing on it. 

He felt Mycroft tremble slightly beneath him and, looking up at his face, saw him biting his lips as if to keep from laughing. Seeing the look on Greg's face, Mycroft shook his head, but his lover dipped his head back into the hollow of Mycroft's neck and it only took a few seconds for Greg to hear that beautiful sound again. The liberated laughter of Mycroft.

At that moment, nothing could stop Greg from continuing. After some time of this treatment, Mycroft said between two gasps, "Stop it! It tickles! I recognize it! It tickles!"

Greg, not wanting to torture his lover any further, complied and stopped immediately.

Once he had caught his breath, Mycroft gave him a fake scolding look and asked him, "Are you happy with yourself now? You've proved I'm ticklish."

Greg, looking proud of himself, replied, "Of course.  I found a sensitive area on Mycroft Holmes, of course I'm happy."

Mycroft grabbed his hips and pulled him closer until Greg was straddling him. Then he pressed his hips against Greg's in an absolutely unmistakable manner and said challengingly, "I've got another sensitive area here, Detective, what are you going to do?"

Greg slid down Mycroft's legs and when he was on his knees in front of him, he placed his hands on the waistband of Mycroft's pants and replied in the same tone, "Don't let it get lost and take care of it."

Mycroft could not hold back another laugh, to Greg's delight, and then the laughter turned to sighs and moans, this time to the delight of both men.

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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

[johannadc]

Trying to write fic...

I've been toying, for actual years now, with a Mystrade Karaoke series. Every time I hear a great 80s pop song on the "oldies" channel (the music of my youth is now oldies, sigh) I envision one of the characters singing it.

Yesterday, that song was Adam Ant's "Goody Two-Shoes" - I suddenly had this vision, of, well...

The folks at the Yard had come to, if not understand Mycroft's presence at their weekly karaoke night, at least accept that their boss' weird friend was sometimes part of the event. He did buy generous rounds, which went a long way.

They didn't expect, given his overly traditional manners and appearance, to ever see a playful, teasing Mycroft singing "Goody Two-Shoes". Nor were they ready to see DI Lestrade smiling at him doing it.

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I got that far and realized that while sex kitten Mycroft flirting with Greg via playing to his imagination, that song, with its chorus of "don't drink, don't smoke", wouldn't work AT ALL for the character. Oh well. Off to the graveyard, fic idea. We hardly knew you.

[bccksmarts]

VERSE NOTES: Sherlock

⤷ Primarily for the actual BBC version, but specifics ( name, gender, family, etc ) still apply for the Wizarding World version as well

Under the cut as this could get rather long ♡

Name: Hermione Jean Holmes DoB: September 19th 2016 Gender: Female Sexuality: Bisexual with a Male Preference

Family: • Molly Hooper — Mother • Sherlock Holmes — Father • Mycroft Holmes — Uncle • Eurus ( and/or Enola depending ) Holmes — Aunt(s) • John Watson — Uncle / Godfather • Mary Watson neé Morstan — Aunt ( Deceased ) • Rosamund "Rosie" Watson — Cousin • Mrs. Hudson — Aunt / Godmother • Greg Lestrade — Uncle

Biography ( WIP ) Hermione was born to Sherlock Holmes and Molly Hooper not too long after the events of "The Final Problem", making her younger than Rosamund Watson, her non-blood related cousin. John, her uncle and godfather, tends to call Hermione a ❛little miracle❜ as no one would've guessed that Sherlock Holmes would ever partake in something so intimate, let alone creating a child. Everyone had come to know the man be mostly emotionless, showing his care for his friends in subtle sorts of ways.

But alas, it seemed he had a lot of emotions when it came to Molly Hooper, his pathologist. Especially after the events of Sherrinford and that phone call.

Hermione was born with a head covered in little brown curls ( colour from her mum, curls from her dad ) and a pair of dark brown eyes ( another Molly trait ). However, the things that started to appear as she was growing up was her freckles that were spread across her face, primarily over her cheeks and her nose.

By the time she turned 11, Hermione's curly hair was passed her shoulders, wild and out of control, with a curly fringe falling across her forehead—a detail that she seems to keep. And growing up from that, her height hits a total height of 5'3", near the same height as Molly.

Being the child of two rather smart people, Hermione was extremely gifted with her intellect. She couldn't do the whole ❛mind palace❜ thing her dad could do, but she was close. She could at least make deductions; not as thorough, but very close. She likes to read and study, learn everything that she possibly can and her memory can hold all that information without her having to pull out the book ever again. With her smarts and want for learning, Hermione seems to get bullied for it throughout school—primarily by a snooty platinum haired boy that she just can't be bothered with. Apparently his father heard of everything that happens when it comes to his son—pathetic, really. Throught the years, she obviously has some distaste for him, but also grows other feelings, too, which she'd attempt to deny.

However, she had made friends with two of the boys in her class. Ronald ❛Ron❜ Weasley, son of Arthur Weasley & Molly Weasley ( yes, she finds it funny both of their mums have the same first name ), and Harry Potter, son of James Potter & Lily Potter. Ron went on and on about how large his family is, several brothers and a sister. Harry was similar, but his family was more... detached. He had two uncles, Sirius Black and Remus Lupin, and he went on to tell her how amazing they were. She believed it, too. Explaining her family to them was a tricky thing, considering her dad was pretty much famous ( thanks to her Uncle John's blog, no doubt ), but she did so anyway.

Throughout her years of study, Hermione takes the subjects of Chemistry, Biology, Clinical Science and Biomedical Science, as well as grades in Medicine and Surgery. She wants to be a doctor when she's old enough, to help those in need and to figure out causes of illness, injury or even death. Some could say she was ambitious in what she wanted to do, but how could she NOT be when her parents were the people they were? She was inspired to be a potential pathologist, doctor and detective if the need ever arose.

Molly, a cat lover and who had a very cat of her own, Toby, gifts Hermione her very own kitten for her 13th birthday. He was so small at first, but very fluffy with ginger fur. His face looked like he was always a bit grumpy, but Hermione loved that about him. And of all the names she decided to call him, she chose ❛Crookshanks❜.

[tiger-moran]

Next is The Mystery of the Missing Child

What I liked about it: I suppose acknowledging Moriarty as an art lover again is fine though I am not convinced he's going to get all misty eyed over a painting of a girl with a kitten

What I didn't like about it: it's just yet another standard Sherlock Holmes pastiche (mystery plot, Holmes as the primary character/hero, narrated by Watson, Holmes shows off his skills at 'deduction' to the client, etc etc) which might be fine if I was reading one of the hundreds of collections of Holmes pastiches but is not what I want to read when I read a book called The Adventures of Moriarty. Sorry but it's another one that really bored me. Moriarty is barely in it and I'm still not really sure what his plan was meant to be anyway but he gets beaten (of course). Also even Holmes seems pretty dim in it too, the identity of someone involved in the case and the motive for the crime seem so obvious that surely even Lestrade could have figured it out but it takes Holmes ages to realise it and then pretty much everything that could help solve the case seems to come from other people just happening to mention stuff, not him working anything out.

Is Moran in it: no, he's not even mentioned

Would I read it again: no

[ngaijuuyan]

I'm doing silly stuff but I couldn't help it 😂😂😂

[mottlemoth]

I see your sex kitten Mycroft, but consider this, virgin! Greg who is EASILY the most sensative lover mycroft has ever gotten the pleasure of playing with for hours on end. Anywhere and anytime. (And he would totally make the cuest little squeaks when Mycroft pins him againt the wall to toy with him)

Omg. 

When Mycroft (reluctantly) comes home after graduating his third year, his parents have hired a strapping new assistant gardener to help Mr Biggins manage over summer. (He’s not as young as he was and they worry about him in the heat.) The staff are all giggling that really, Mrs Holmes only hired the handsome twenty-five-year-old Greg because she fancies him.

Mycroft, glad he won’t have to stop the fun just yet, strolls out into the gardens the next day for a seduction attempt. 

Greg is very very lovely indeed, and just as attractive as everyone said. He’s rather shyer than Mycroft’s used to, but incredibly pretty and clearly very interested in Mycroft too.

After a long and flirtatious conversation, Mycroft cosies in to kiss him. It’s accepted with a nervous blush... but the moment his hands begin to wander, Greg stops him - shaking a little - and explains that he’s not been with anyone yet. He’s a bit soft, he says. Old-fashioned. He kinda wants to be in love first.

With nothing else to do all summer, Mycroft devotes the entirety of his attention to persuading Greg (deliciously withheld little snack that he is) to fall in love with him and come to bed.

After a few weeks of bonding, growing close without sex and lying in the grass all night just to talk, Sex Kitten Mycroft finds himself nursing a raging case of feelings...

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Lestrade mulls things over with his cat, Prosecco.

the #Lestrade_with_a_kitten tag where you can learn about cats, Lestrade and other such nonsense!

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K k last message I swear but could you write kinks for Sherlock as well? You're my all time favorite writer and I love love love your imagines!! You earned every one of those followers 💕💕

SHERLOCK HOLMES

TEASING: sherlock is such a teasing and mischievous person in his daily life that he is of course the same way when it comes to sexual endeavors. his favorite thing to do is run the tips of his fingers up and down your thigh, lightly grasping it from time to time, then ghosting over your aching groin. he does this a lot when you two are out to lunch with watson, lestrade, and sometimes even mycroft. his smirk is wider than usual as he watches you struggle to keep your desires at bay while his brother asks you questions about where you grew up.

SHIBARI: this boy loves the look of you bound up in custom made navy blue silk ropes. he honest to god taught himself how to do it, and the first time he tried it on you, he couldn't get enough of you. if he has you done up in shibari, expect to be fucked until your brain is static and you can't tell your orgasms apart. he is ruthless when you're in shibari, and he has no problem telling you that as he sinks his cock into you after your fifth orgasm.

ORAL SEX: while we know that sherlock loves having his cock deep inside of you, he also loves performing and receiving oral. he could have you laid on the bed, head between your thighs for hours simply kitten licking at you, or full on plunging his tongue deep inside of you. but he also loves the way you look giving him a blowjob. he loves it messy, growing harder in your mouth at the sight of his precum and your spit dripping down your chin. he's never been harder at the sight of you on your knees for him.

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A cat named Treacle?? <3 <3 <3 Tell me more? Didn't Watson also have a pet dog or am I just remembering the RDJ Holmes?

Watson says in SiS that he has a bulldog pup but we never hear about nor see the dog outside of his mentioning it to Holmes once so the Ritchie movies are the only ones that ever adapted the dog whom they called Gladstone and I like to keep him even in my ACD HC's because I'm attached to that big lazy boy

As for Treacle! Hopkins has no idea what sex his cat is only that a neighbour of his had a litter of kittens and nobody was interested in this one and so Hopkins, bless his soul, took the cat himself despite having never had a pet in his life. Said cat got their name because Hopkins discovered that they like a bit of Treacle for dinner and he spoils his cat absolutely rotten

Treacle is too lazy to go outside and is really more of a lap cat than anything. The moment Hopkins sits down anywhere Treacle is all over him for fusses and cuddles and kisses and also has a habit of rubbing against Gregson, who is, rather unfortunately, allergic to cats and constantly sneezes. He's convinced that Treacle knows this and exists solely to torture him but Hopkins thinks he's a little bit delusional

Lestrade, naturally, gives Treacle many treats and pets and even lets Hopkins bring the cat to the station to hang around the place since the cat is far too lazy to get underfoot or move from their very cozy bed beneath Hopkins' desk, provided you don't forget to feed them

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🎁 Mystrade Holiday Collection Update 🎁

Merry Christmas!! 🎄 There are now 18 fics in the Mystrade Holiday 2021 collection. Here are the new additions to the collection. Take a break from the holiday chaos and enjoy some fantastic fanfic.

A Kitten for Christmas by @johannadc

What do Greg and Mycroft give each other for Christmas now that they're engaged? (A followup to the 5+1 where Greg's nickname for Mycroft is "kitten".)

Holiday Horrors and Other Traditions by @eventhorizon451

A call out for yet another bit of Sherlock holiday madness brings some unexpected delights to Sherlock's typical madness-minders, Mycroft and Greg...

The Path Forward by @anarfea

Greg Lestrade promised Sherlock to look after Mycroft. Mycroft makes that difficult. But Greg prevails, uncovering the person under the Ice Man mask, and discovering things he never knew about himself.

Christmas Trimmings by @vulpesmellifera

On a crooked side street straddling Chelsea and the Garment District, native New Yorker Mycroft Holmes continues the family tradition of no-nonsense haircuts at Holmes' Barbershop, established 1954. When building owner Uncle Rudy rents the space next door to a hip, fancy salon, Mycroft is furious.

It doesn't help that the salon owner is dishy, and well, likable.

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Chapters: 4/4 Fandom: Sherlock (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Sherlock Holmes & John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes, Victor Trevor, Mike Stamford Additional Tags: Drug Use, Drug Addiction, High Sherlock, Post-Episode: s02e03 The Reichenbach Fall, Alternate Universe - Mary Morstan Doesn't Exist, Friendship, POV John Watson, John left, Pining John Watson, Angry John, Inspired by Music, Partners in Crime, Background Mystrade, Depressed John, Drug Addict Sherlock, Light Angst Summary:

I said you look pretty, all strung out on coke. You said that’s not funny, but it wasn’t a joke. You won’t remember, but I carried you home. You sat in the shower while I washed off your clothes. But isn’t that what friends are for, even if we used to be more, like lovers or partners in crime. And you were still mine.

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Chapter 4 Summary: 

I was late to the party of an old family friend. I was looking for parking, thought I saw you again. Someone I’ve seen before; you couldn’t look any more like a lover or partner in crime. Or something of mine. I said you looked pretty, all strung out on coke. You said it’s not funny, but it wasn’t a joke.

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More Human Than Meets the Eye-A Study in Pink, part 3-chapter 4

Freakin tumblr deleted my shit and I had to start this chapter all over!!!! Booooooooooooo

Yall be glad I love yall!! Enjoy the next chapterrrrrr

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Previously: Without missing a beat, Sherlock stated, quite nonchalantly, "And I said 'dangerous,' and here you are." Sherlock turned and walked out the door. John sat there thoughtfully for several seconds, then angrily grabbed his cane, following his new flatmate out the door.

"Damn it!"

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knock knock knock

Adaline woke up as soon as she heard what sounded like someone knocking on the front door. She scrunched her eyes tightly together, cursing being a light sleeper, and tried desperately to drift back off into dreamland. When the noise didn't occur again after about a minute, she rolled over, snuggling deeper into her covers, sighing in contentment when she finally found another comfy spot.

knock knock knock

Eyelids flew open.

Groaning and grumbling, the seven year old quite literally rolled herself out of her father's bed, hitting the floor with a dull thump. Eyes still halfway closed, she picked herself off the floor and began walking towards the front door. Still suffering from sleep disorientation, as she walked out of the bedroom, she didn't turn her body quite far enough to make it completely out the door, and she whined when she felt her left little toe hit the corner of the bedroom door frame.

Eyes watering, toe throbbing, she slowly hopped her way into the living room.The girl walked into the living room, flipping on one of the lamps that her father or Mr. John must've turned off when they left. She had almost made it to the front door when suddenly, it was slammed wide open.

Frozen in shock, she listened as Mrs. Hudson made a sharp cry of indignation."You can't go in there you brutes!" she cried fiercely. Adaline watched, eyes wide, as Inspector Lestrade strode into her and her father's living space, followed by several other police officers. "Just search everywhere," Lestrade instructed his crew. "There's no telling where anything might be."

"Uncle Greg?"Lestrade looked over when he heard what had to be his adopted niece's voice, softly call out to him. "Ada?" he frowned, looking the girl over. She was still in her night clothes, which consisted of an adorable set of purple pajamas with kittens all over them. Her curly blonde locks were in a disarrayed mess on her head, and she rubbed her eyes several times. It became very obvious to the detective then that she had just woken up, and he felt a stab of dismay and guilt run through him when he realized that he and his team had probably just frightened the little girl, bursting into the flat like they had. "Where's your father?" he questioned, looking around the flat.

"He's not here! I was watching her while he and John went out." Mrs. Hudson answered, standing at the door. She constantly shook her head and tutted in disapproval at the madness in front of her. "And he would not appreciate you breaking into his flat like this, especially while his daughter was here. Alone," she ended, huffing indignantly.

Lestrade paused at her ending statement, actually beginning to look a bit nervous."What's going on?" Adaline asked. She watched as several officers went into the kitchen and starting opening and closing the drawers.

"It's a…" Lestrade began, not knowing quite what to tell the child.

Adaline simply raised an eyebrow at her 'uncle,' and the Inspector, remembering who's child he was talking to, decided to finish his statement.

"….drugs bust."

"Be a good baby freak," Adaline heard a voice say to her left. "..and keep out of the way," Anderson taunted at her. She had to swerve sharply to the right to avoid being sideswiped by the awful man, who was making it his new goal in life to dump out as many drawers as possible. "We don't want the little girl contaminating any evidence."

"Anderson!" Lestrade barked, not pleased with the words being spoken, or the tone of voice. He was still "Uncle Greg" and no matter whose daughter she was, she was still only a little girl. He wouldn't tolerate a grown man name calling a child. Besides, if Sherlock had heard him…

Right on cue, a loud bang was heard as the front door slammed shut. Adaline heard Mrs. Hudson ask Sherlock what he had done, Sherlock responding in a confused manner. The blonde haired girl heard hurried footsteps climbing up the stairs, and then her father was striding through the door, army doctor close behind. "What the hell is going on here?" he demanded, eyes searching the room almost frantically.

"I'm here," Adaline called out to him. Sherlock's eyes snapped to hers. The man took three long strides, and then he was standing in front of his daughter. He kneeled down to her level, something he did a lot, and grasped her arms. "Are you alright?" he asked, looking into her eyes and studying her facial expressions. He would know instantly if she were lying.

"I'm fine," she reassured him, hugging him back when he pulled her into him. She pulled away and crossed her arms grumpily. "They woke me up though."

Sherlock smiled for half a second, knowing that she was in fact properly upset at being woken up. His daughter enjoyed her sleep as much as she enjoyed her ice cream. The smile was gone off of his face though when she hugged him a second time, grasping on to him a little too tightly. They had scared her. His eyes hardened just slightly, and he called out calmly to his flat mate."John."

John had been watching as his new living space got violated, scowling when one of the officers dumped out another kitchen drawer. What the hell was happening? He heard a familiar voice call his name, and looked to his right. Sherlock was hugging Adaline who looked to be grasping on to her father's shoulders very tightly. Her green eyes were wide and clearly unsettled at the current events. Quickly realizing what was being requested of him, he went over to the pair, standing behind Adaline and wrapping an arm around her shoulders.

Adaline unconsciously leaned back into John, and Sherlock stood up, satisfied that his daughter was now taken care of. He turned away from John and Adaline, looking towards Lestrade and his crew. "I don't like repeating myself," he addressed them all, baritone voice ringing throughout the room. "What is happening here?"

"Don't worry, Sherlock," Lestrade spoke. "We didn't interrogate Ada. We knew you'd find the case. I'm not stupid." "You're correct, Inspector," Sherlock agreed. "You're not stupid."

Lestrade was surprised for a moment at his words, however he scowled when Sherlock continued."You've passed far beyond stupid. You're a complete imbecile if you think you and your lot can break into my flat like this." "You can't withhold evidence," Lestrade argued. "And we didn't break in." "Oh?" Sherlock countered, voice hard. "So you and your men didn't burst into my living room unannounced?"

"I don't believe my daughter knew you were coming over judging by the fear in her eyes."Lestrade had the smarts to look guilty at that last statement. "We didn't know she'd be here alone," he said, glancing over at Adaline apologetically. "What do you call this then?" Sherlock continued.

"It's a drugs bust."

John, who had decided to be silent up to this point and focus on comforting Adaline, now spoke up. "Seriously?" he snorted. "This guy, a junkie? Have you met him?""John," Sherlock said quietly, trying to stop the man. Adaline started fidgeting within John's arms. "I'm pretty sure you could search this flat all day," he continued unknowingly, "and you wouldn't find anything you could call recreational."

"Mr. John," Adaline said pleadingly.

John looked down, frowning at her tone of voice. He studied the uncomfortable child, and then his eyes slowly traveled to his flat mate. The two held gazes for a long moment as a brief silence fell over the flat.Adaline began fidgeting even more, not being able to handle the tension that had built up in the room. She was somewhat thankful when John's quiet, unbelieving voice finally broke through the silence."No."

"What?" Sherlock questioned nervously."You?" John said, completely surprised. "Shut up!" Sherlock countered angrily, turning back to Lestrade. "I'm not your sniffer dog."

"No," Lestrade shook his head. "Anderson's my sniffer dog."

"What? An…" Sherlock started.

Lestrade nodded towards the kitchen where about four officers were scouring around. Anderson turned around at the mention of his name. He waved sarcastically at Sherlock.Adaline watched the exchange wearily. She felt eyes on her then, and looked up to find her father looking at her closely. Too closely. He was searching for something….

She quickly looked down when his gaze became too much. Sherlock, having received his answer, let out a growl. "Anderson," he snarled, and John noted to himself that he spoke the man's name like it was a curse. "What are you doing here on a drugs bust?"

"Oh I volunteered," Anderson sneered, venom dripping. Adaline glared fiercely at the man, wishing she was tall enough to punch him in the face. "They all did," Lestrade threw in. "They're not strictly speaking on the drugs squad, but they're very keen." Adaline scoffed at that and Sherlock bit his lip hard enough to taste blood.

Donovan came into the room then. She was holding a glass jar with white, round objects swimming inside. "Are these human eyes?" she cried, holding the jar up. "Put those back!" Sherlock demanded. "They were in the microwave!" the woman said, disgusted. "It's for an experiment you twit!" Adaline shouted, very upset now at the way they were treating and regarding her father.

John held her tighter when he heard the distress in her voice, shushing her softly. Sherlock threw her a glance telling her to calm down and she huffed, her body going lax against John's.When Sherlock was sure that his daughter wasn't going to spew out any words or phrases that a little girl certainly shouldn't be saying, he looked to Lestrade and spat out, "This is childish!"

"Well, I'm dealing with a child," the Inspector retorted. "Sherlock this is our case. I'm letting you in, but you do not go off on your own. Clear?" The detective stopped where he had been wearing the floor away with his angry pacing and glared at the grey haired man in front of him. "Oh, what, so..so you set up a pretend drugs bust to bully me?"

"It stops being pretend if we find anything," Lestrade stated quietly.Adaline was watching the interaction very cautiously, her teeth continuing to bite away at her lower lip. "I am clean!" Sherlock loudly proclaimed. "Is your flat? All of it?"

"I don't even smoke." Sherlock unbuttoned the cuff of his left shirt, rolling up his sleeve to show off the nicotine patch on his lower arm."Neither do I." Lestrade rolls up the right sleeve of his own jacket, showing a similar patch to the curly haired man. Sherlock rolled his eyes, turning away, and both men proceeded to fix their clothing. "So let's work together," Lestrade offered. "We found Rachel."

"Who is she?"

"Jennifer Wilson's only daughter."

Adaline shifted away from John a little, and he looked at her questioningly. She smiled at him reassuringly and shuffled over to her father's chair. The child snuggled down into the seat, receiving a small amount of comfort from the familiar smell. "You need to bring Rachel in," her father proclaimed. "You need to question her. I want to question her."

"She's dead," Lestrade informed.

"Excellent!"

John and the others looked over at the man, shocked. Adaline just sighed, exasperated, very accustomed to her father's ways. "How, when, and why?" he continued, unperturbed. "There has to be some sort of connection."

"Well, I doubt it," Greg said, "since she's been dead for fourteen years. Technically she was never alive. Rachel was Jennifer Wilson's stillborn daughter, fourteen years ago." John grimaced at this information and turned away. When Sherlock heard the words however, he was confused."No, that's…that's not right. How…why would she do that. Why?"

"Why would she think of her daughter in her last moments?" Anderson questioned, upper lip going up. "Yup, sociopath; I'm seeing it now." Without even looking towards the dim witted man, Sherlock threw a sharp glance to his daughter, who had at this point, had enough of Anderson's comments. When she met her father's gaze, which basically said, If you get up you'll regret it, she huffed loudly and slammed back into the seat.

Sherlock rolled his eyes at his daughter's antics, and turned back towards the crew. "She didn't think about her daughter," a voice said, and Sherlock swung back around to look towards Adaline again. Her eyes were wide and caught off guard to see everyone suddenly looking at her, and she looked as though she had even surprised herself by speaking up.

Adaline blushed a bright red at all of the eyes that swiveled towards her, and she was seconds away from burying her head in a hole when she spotted her father giving her an encouraging nod. She gulped and forced herself to straighten, trying with all her might to look much more confident than she felt. When she spoke, she was proud to say that her voice didn't waver...that much. "She scratched her name on the floor with her fingernails. She was dying and probably didn't have a lot of strength left. That takes a lot of effort to do something like that. And it would've hurt."

Sherlock wasn't ashamed at all to say that when his daughter finished her explanation, a giant, proud smile stretched across his face. He couldn't have stopped it if he tried. Adaline immediately ducked her head when she was finished speaking, as though all of the courage had suddenly drained out of her.

"The victims all took the poison themselves," John spoke up, feeling sorry for the girl. "You said he makes them take it. Well maybe he…I don't know, talks to them? Maybe he used the death of her daughter somehow."

Sherlock turned to look at him, genuinely puzzled. "Yeah, but that was ages ago? Why would she still be upset?" John stared at Sherlock for what seemed like the fifteenth time that day in utter disbelief. The detective realized that the whole flat had gone silent, and looked back awkwardly at John. "Not good?"

John glanced around at the others, his gaze stopping on Adaline who was shaking her head at her father hopelessly. "Bit not good, yeah," he confirmed.

Sherlock quickly shook off the incident and stepped closer to John, looking at him intently. "But if you were dying, if you'd been murdered, in you very last seconds, what would you say?"

"Please God, let me live."

Adaline sucked in a sharp breath when John said this, her eyes becoming very sad for the kind man she was growing to like very much. It was obvious from his tone and the way his body slumped a bit that he'd had firsthand experience with that situation. Sherlock, thankfully, seemed to realize that he needn't continue on with that specific line of questioning, and hurriedly continued."Yeah, but if you were clever, really clever…" his voice trailed away.

"Jennifer Wilson running all those lovers; she was clever. She's trying to tell us something."

Just then, Mrs. Hudson walked into the room. "Isn't the doorbell working? Your taxi's here, Sherlock."

aaaaaand that’s the chapter. written twice by the way, if you didn’t hear that already at the top. I hope you enjoyed! till next time!

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Lestrade

(Inspired by BBC’s Sherlock)

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