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OT3/Polyamory themed!

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Long term complications of arranged marriages is five kudos away from 500!!

So, I was checking my stats on AO3 and I noticed this. This was, in fact, my first work for the Sherlock fandom and while re reading it I notice some mistakes and I think my style has evolved over the last 3 years, it’s still quite the milestone, isn’t it?

So, if you’re interested, here’s the link

Pairings: Mycroft Holmes/John Watson, Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/John Watson/Sherlock Holmes

Summary:  None of them could have predicted how this whole arranged marriage affair would work. Developing feelings for your brother-in-law is most certainly a bad idea.

It’s a bit angsty (or a lot, I suppose) and it ran away from me because the ending was never my intention, but it was a lot of fun anyway ;)

Motivation

I have none, so I am hoping you can help. I’m putting down all my wips, by either posting the link on AO3, or posting a paragraph if I’ve haven’t started publishing it.

Reblog this with which number(s) you’d like to read more of, and for each reblog, I’ll add a sentence to that wip. 

Pride of Place 

Monkey’s Paw

Today’s Adventure: Dogwood

Mr Tumnus, Lead the Way (Johnstrade): Greg turned to John slowly, lowering his head and raising his brow, “You-“ he laughed, “You think he wouldn’t be able to get off, if it was a guy sucking him off?”John nodded simply, “Well, yeah. He’s straight.”“Oh, dear sweet John,” Greg chuckled, “Bet you twenty quid I could blow a straight guy off.”John laughed, “If anyone could, it’d be you. But you’d have to find someone first.”“A straight guy? In this room? I wonder who that could be?” Greg smirked and winked.

Trickster Johncroft:  “Oh lovely,” John groaned sarcastically from his chair, glaring at Sherlock over his newspaper. “Because that’s how I’d hoped to spend my Saturday, at a masquerade ball with loads of blue blooded toffs who’ll take one look at me and sneer. No, thank you.”

Consensual Somnophilia Johncroft: Mycroft opened the invite with silence; he’d had the door well oiled and the frame solidly restored. The plush rug that kept the chill of London nights from seeping into John’s feet served its secondary purpose of further disguising his own footsteps. There wasn’t a gift at Baker street that didn’t serve dual purposes, if not many more.John lay on his stomach, the tan from his service all but faded. His strength hadn’t; Mycroft could still see the soft definition of his shoulders and back. His chasing after Sherlock kept him fit, but he still bore the signs of a man no longer at war. On the nightstand stood a small bottle of anti-histamines, and Mycroft smiled wolfishly. John would be in a nice, deep sleep tonight.

john/mycroft/sherlock ABO:  Even with the car Mycroft had sent, it took twenty-three minutes to arrive at Mycroft’s house once John had received his text. And even then, once he’d opened the door, John realised that Mycroft had already waited far too long. His cloying scent was as thick as Kandahar heat, and he could hear weak moans coming from the sitting room. Mycroft must not have even been able to make it to his own bedroom before falling victim to the barrage of his increasingly tyrannical heats.

Sundae Special (Stripclub Johnlock):  But then, his brain rationalised, wasn’t the whole point of stag and hen parties to surround yourself with desire and temptation, but still remain faithful? To demonstrate that you couldn’t be swayed from your love, regardless of whatever illicit sins whispered in your ear? Gayle had split a stack of ones between them to slip into g-strings and garters. If a few made their way into slacks Liam was poured into, what difference did it make?  None, John decided. None whatsoever.

Roommates ColdFlash: “Hello, young man. I am Colonel Gearson with the United States Army and I have to ask you a few questions regarding activities our personnel may or may not have been involved in.”“Yeah, that’s like, all the activities then, isn’t it?” Axel narrowed his eyes, keeping the front door open a measly six inches or so.“Excuse me?”“I mean, activities that your personnel may or may not be involved in? That’s every activity in the world. And time. And space. I don’t have time for that many questions, kay? Bye now.”

Proposition 1 (ColdFlashWave): “You see, Flash, we called you here to offer you a,” Cold paused for effect, “-proposition, of sorts.” Barry laughed, “Propositioning me? I didn’t think I looked that good in this suit. You think you could handle me?” “You do and I can.” Cold deadpanned, then added, “Especially with Mick’s help.”

Johniarty DubCon: "No need to be shy," Jim rocked against Watson's arse, who gave another startled half moan. "I've been watching you, Johnny. For weeks. I've seen where your eyes wander, who your arms wrap around, how you retreat at the last minute, to your frustration. I know what you want... what you need."Watson slowly responded to Jim's movements, rolling his hips in tune, though Jim was fairly certain it was still subconsciously. Jim leaned in closer and gave his observations in a seductive whisper, "You want to be taken, to be fucked, to be dominated."

Since Omegle is being a bitch

I RP, Sherlock and Cabin Pressure. (Though my CP skills are a bit rusty. No one rps that much anymore.) Sherlock tags I RP include: Holmescest, Sherstrade, Viclock, Sherstrade, Johnstrade, Johnlockstrade, johncroft, myjohnlock (Mycroft/Sherlock/John), Hamex, Parentlock, Teenlock, Teacherlock, and Unilock. For Cabin Pressure I RP: Martin/Douglas (marlas? Martiglas?), Arthur/Martin (Skipthur) and Martin/Diego. If you want to RP, send me a message on Tumblr or my email is [email protected].

Beautiful Vamplock

Well this turned out delightful. The prompt is mine, I am Mycroft and John, and it is just adorable so I’m posting it; omegle won’t give me a link, hence the copy and paste. Enjoy all.

[if you steal my prompt I will send the ghosts of Christmas after you.]

You: John wondered when the strange vampire would leave. It seemed like forever ago that he’d been wandering the streets, terrified; a lone human in a world of vampires. Taken over by them; humans were prey, and nothing more. Sometimes pets, lavish, pampered, abused, many things; but food, always food. It therefore came as more of a shock when a particular vampire had taken a liking to him; Sherlock had been bent over John, tasting him, lips on his neck, but something had stopped him from draining John. He’d dragged the human back to his flat instead and there John had stayed. He had been disbelieving at first, but slowly he and the vampire had grown closer until they were what could even be called friends. Sherlock did still feed from John - but in return kept the human fed himself, and healthy, and protected. No one knew; no one had to know that Sherlock had a humna friend, that John had befriended a vampire. That all had ended today when out of nowhere a vampire had broken through the locks on the door and waltzed inside like he owned the place. John didn’t know it yet, but this was Sherock’s brother, coming to visit the younger. Having found the human he’d glamoured John, stroking his hair, whispering poisoned words into his ear. Bidding him sit down on the ground in the corner of the flat. Unlike Sherlock the new vampire was dressed to the nines in a three-piece suit (not that Sherlock dressed badly - quite the opposite - it just wasn’t so excessive as his brother). Mycroft had decided not to feed from the human - yet - he wanted to ask Sherlock about them, and so they were both waiting for his return; the younger vampire had gone out earlier to procure supplies for John. Currently Mycroft sat imperiously on the couch in 221b. His long-lived eyes were trained on the little human; Mycroft had bid John sit down in the corner of the room. So there John sat, cross-legged; he’d tried to get up multiple times by this point. Each time the vampire, moving quicker than human reflexes could ever be, was suddenly over him, gently pushing him back down. Whispering odd words in John’s ear that made his mind go unnaturally blank for a few seconds. No more than that, thankfully, for now. The little human therefore sat down and did not try to move. The vampire was had an umbrella slowly, slowly spinning in his hand. He watched John without looking away, or moving except for the slow twirling of his umbrella; John, in a very human way, shifted every so often, warm, breathing, alive. Couldn’t help that. His gaze was on the floor, uncomfortable, waiting for Sherlock to arrive.

Stranger: (Reading!)

You: (kk! take your time :D)

Stranger: (give me a sec to write a reply!)

You: (:D :D i'm not going anywhere!)

Stranger: Sherlock didn't know what had struck him when he met John's eyes for the first time. Something washed over him- an emotion- and he couldn't drain John. He had taken him to his flat and taken care of him for many months. He carried two bags of groceries up the stairs to his flat when he noticed the locks had been undone, some of them torn off. This could only be another vampire's work. A very certain vampire who liked to visit. Sherlock ran into the room, dropping the bags as his eyes met with the icy glare of his brother. He looked for John and found him on the ground, his heart sinking. What was he doing? What was Mycroft doing here?! "Brother mine, " he hissed. " You know you should mind your own business. when it comes to me. " Using his inhuman skills, he pulled John to his chest and made him stand with him, quick as a flash. " What did I tell you? Nothing here for you."

You: John was so relieved the moment he saw Sherlock. He was protected again, so long as he was here. The little human clung instantly to the vampire's chest, little warm hands digging into the familiar purple shirt; he quickly hid his face in Sherlock, hiding away from Mycroft, and not wanting to be glamoured again, hiding his eyes. He was trembling. Mycroft, meanwhile, had smiled a cold smile the moment Sherlock entered the room. "Brother mine!" he said with false excitement, throwing wide open his arms and standing - slowly, but only by vampire standards. John, had he been looking, would not have seen the movement. "You do /wound/ me, you know." Mycroft put a hand over where his heart used to beat in false hurt, raising his eyebrows. "There's apparnetly /plenty/ here for me." He looked at John and licked his lips as conspicuously as possible. "You were hiding from me, brother mine. Naughty, naughty. You were hiding a /treasure/. Its' blood smells /so/ sweet. What were you thinking, trying to hide such a /treat/ from me? We shall share him." John clung to Sherlock tighter, hearing this, not daring to speak.

Stranger: Sherlock held tighter to John as he clung to him and shook, his emotions getting the better of him. He hushed John softly and cooed in his ear. " Don't be scared, John. He won't touch you anymore. " Sherlock lifted his head, glaring daggers at his brother. "I refuse to share. With you or anyone. John isn't just a toy, a way to feed. " He bit his lip. " He's my... friend." he chose his words carefully making sure John knew he was safe with Sherlock. " I don't share friends. Especially with you."

You: The soft hushing and coos in his ear made the human go limp against Sherlock; he whimpered softly back, little terrified whispers that slowly abated with the reassurances of the vampire - of /his/ vampire. He was still disinclined to look away from that familiar chest, as the risk of getting glamoured again was still too near; but his trembling at least abated, slightly, as Sherock whispered to him and soothed him. He even smiled at the word 'friend'. Mycroft's eyebrows shot up at the same word, a dramatic expression of incredulity. "/Friend/?" he asked delicately and manipulatie, words coiling in the air like a snake. "I /see/, brother mine. Perhaps I've left you far too lonely here. We really hsould get you out amongst people of your own kind again, then you won't fall to such depths as to think mistakenly that you could feel things for a /human/." The word 'human' held all the disdain of centuries.

Stranger: Sherlock shot back. " People of my own kind forget that we used to live in harmony with these people. " He continued, holding John tightly to his chest with a look down at him. " His words were warm, like a gentle fireplace, heating the shivering man in his arms." Human or not, it's not your choice whether or not I care or feed from him. He's mine. I won't let you have him. No matter the cost, brother mine. " He pointed to the door. " get out. Now."

You: Mycroft wore an indifferent little smile on his face through the whole pretty speech; he shrugged nonchalantly. "As you wish, brother mine," he oozed walking quite slowly - at a human pace - towards the door. "But know this, now that I know about your litte - facade here - I /wll/ return." As he passed; John was looking back up at Sherlock and managed a tiny smile back, mirroring the warmth. Mycroft tapped John's leg and John looked at him automatically; Mycroft gabbed the bck of the human's head. "I will return for you," he hissed/glamoured; then he let John go and stroke out the door. The human whipped back into Sherock's chest, his trembling entirely back, sheet-white as a vampire and terrified. "Sherlock...Sherlock...!"

Stranger: "John, shhh... it's alright... don't worry... shhhh..." he soothed him carefully and gently held him in his arms, kicking the door shut behind him. " It's alright. I won't let him have you. You're mine john. No one can take you away from me. " He looked into his eyes and sighed gently, his blue hues meeting John's. " I will never let anyone touch you like he did. Ever. " He bit his bottom lip and caressed his back. "John... I promise you. "

You: John clung as tightly as he could to Sherlock, looking back up into this eyes, panting slightly in terror, small, warm lips parted. "Sh-Sherlock," the human whispered, first time he'd ben allowed to speak since the vampire had left. "Sherlock..." John reached up and touched Sherlock's face, needing to touch him, cradling it gently without moving. "Sherock, I was so s-scared...he just barged in like nothing...I'm yours not his...I only want to b-be yours..."

Stranger: Sherlock looked at his hands and the contact of the human to vampire, his chest aching again. He listened to John and scooped John up into his arms, looking into his eyes, not glamouring, just staring at him with interest and desire. " John..." He looked down. " What am I to you?"

You: John squeaked slightly when Sherock lifted him, and grinned at the unexpected delight; he loved being carried. And it was easy for Sherlock, of course; JOhn was a small human anyway, but vampires were so unbelievably strong. The small, soft, warm human blinked at the question, seeing Sherock's eyes turn down; his pulse decreasing slowly from all the excitement. "What are you to me?" the human asked softly. "You're my...my protector. My friend, certainly. My vampire. My..." John hesitated, lifting his hand again to cradle Sherlock's cheek; his pulse went up again, he was sure audibly to the vampire, and blood colored his cheeks in a blush. "What am I to you?"

Stranger: He ignored the feeling of wanting to feed in that moment and swallowed slowly. " John... I think... I think I want you all for my own. Not just... not just as a human but as a lover. " He bit his lip hard and looked away, but nuzzled his head into John's, John's hands still on his cheek. " I love you John Watson. My little human."

You: Sparks flew between them as John smiled and nuzzled Sherock back, nose to nose, cold lips to warm lips. "My big vampire," he whispered in return. "I have wanted that since you took me in that first day. I am yours, Sherlock Holmes." John leaned up and kissed Sherlock soundly on the lips.

Polyamory Fic Rec !!　　[part one]　

Because love is infinite!  💙❤️🖤

⬡　Lorem Ipsum, by Saathi1013 [series]

(Sherlock Holmes/Sarah Sawyer/John Watson) A collection of fics with this trio.

⬡　Let Us Not Admit Impediment, by phoenixflight [rated E]

(Sherlock Holmes/Mary Morstan/John Watson) Sherlock needs John. John lights up around Sherlock. Mary loves her boys and thinks this is a lot less complicated than they are making it. Set right after TEH and before SoT. Fast turning into a bloody epic season three fix-it.

⬡　Seduction in ¾ Time (or how Sherlock gained two lovers, Mycroft danced the woman’s part, and John is generally confused), by DarkSeth [rated T]

(Sherlock Holmes/John Watson/Mycroft Holmes) "John was still unsure as to how they ended up in this situation. Namely Sherlock and Mycroft dancing in the flat apartment, with the British Government dancing the woman's part. Oh, right. Sherlock Bloody Holmes didn't know how to dance."

⬡　Marriage á Trois, by Sorrel [rated T]

(Sherlock Holmes/Mary Morstan/John Watson) In the aftermath of the Blackwood case, Mary determines that if she wants to have a successful marriage, she must find a way to integrate Holmes into her relationship with John. It's a decision that will have a number of unforeseen consequences, as she becomes far closer with the famous detective than she ever could have imagined.

⬡　Quartet, by MezzaMorta [series]

(Sherlock Holmes/John Watson/Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade) A collection of fics with this poly quad.

Master fic list (rare pairs)

So, I wanted to update my fic master list, but it’s gotten ridiculously long (I’ve written 39 sherlock fics and counting), so I decided to break it down by pairings, to keep it slightly simplier. I think I’m going to start with the rare pairings because those are the fewer :P

Enjoy!

Long term complications of arranged marriages

Myjohnlock, complete, 78800 words.

Summary: Originally, Mummy Holmes wanted to arrange a marriage for her younger son, not wanting him to be lonely. When Sherlock refused, Mycroft agreed to step in, which ended up with him marrying John Watson. Things worked well between them- until John met his brother-in-law.

Some personal notes on it: My first work for the fandom and I’m so ridiculously proud of it. I never actually intended for it to end the way it did, but boy was it a fun ride!

Additional notes: quite a lot of angst/hurt, conflicted feelings, more or less canon compliant. Ends more hopeful than happy.

Crush

Johncroft & Sherstrade, complete, 20000 words.

Summary: Sherlock has been nursing a crush on DI Greg Lestrade since they met. Of course the poor man has no clue whatsoever and somehow his newest friend, John Watson is stuck with the task of helping him win the other man over, all while attempting to deal with his own crush on the older Holmes.

Some personal notes: I started working on this in an attempt to get myself to work on the continuation of “Long term complications of arranged marriages”. Also, an attempt of humor, although I’m not sure how well it worked out.

Additional notes: attempted humor, silly situations, bit of rom com and perhaps a tad of angst here and there. Sort of canon compliant (if you ignore S3)

Baby, don't call me your friend

Mollrene, side Johnlock, on hiatus.

Summary: Irene watches John and Sherlock dance around each other while she avoids thinking of her own crush on her friend Molly.

Some personal notes: Another idea that came to me through music… I like it, but I’m not quite sure where it is going :P

Additional notes: alternate universe-high school, jealousy, pining, humor.

There’s always time for love (even at the end of the world)

Johnlock (1st chapter), Mollrene (2nd chapter), complete, 3700 words

Summary: In the middle of a Zombie Apocalypse, John and Sherlock run into Dr. Irene Adler while on a supply run.

Some personal notes: My daughter ADORES zombie movies, which translates on me having watched almost every single one on netflix’s catalogue. So of course inspiration struck.

Additional notes: alternate universe-zombie apocalypse, referenced past character death (that’s one hell of a downside with zombie apocalypses), jealousy, romance

Extra hours

Salthea, side Mystrade, complete, 5900 words

Summary: Sally & Anthea work entirely too much, since their bosses are workaholics. But then they met and things work out for everyone.

Some personal notes: this is vaguely inspired on the movie “set it up”, except I haven’t actually watched it, so it’s based on the trailer :P I just liked the idea too much and had to write it.

Additional notes: rom com, not a single hint of angst here, silly, fluffy, alternate universe- different professions.

I hope you’ll enjoy them! Kudos & comments mean the world to me.

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My other lists are here: johnlock, johnlock & mystrade, mystrade

HEY

I’m looking for rp partners today, for tonight, preferably over chat (shared omegle tag or neatchat or chatzy). I have multiple ideas but really ust want to roleplay so I’m open to many suggestions. Looking for:

johnlock

johncroft

johniarty

sebasjohn

I think that’s it. Message me okay lovely peoples? ^^