#post tfp

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Oh WOW! @ceruleanmindpalace has started a new story! Check it out; a post TFP story that is realistic about the consequences of Sherlock's continued interaction with Eurus.

[almost-omniscient]

Duty, Nothing More, Chapter 59

https://archiveofourown.org/works/35667928/chapters/162579871

[bakerstreetbasilisk]

How It Begins

YOTP 2025: January

Prompts: first kiss | "may I have this dance?" | sharing clothes | BDSM AU | stockholm syndrome | 'Strong' by One Direction 

Rating: General Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms

Relationship: Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Characters: Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade

Additional Tags: Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Caring Greg Lestrade, Mycroft Holmes Has Feelings, First Kiss, Post-Episode: s04e03 The Final Problem, Year of the OTP Prompt Event 2025

Greg watches Mycroft stand, slowly and steadily putting on his coat trying to make himself look presentable to whoever has been sent to retrieve him. The man looks a decade older, exhaustion seems to weigh him down, slowing down his characteristic elegance. 

He doesn’t notice who’s actually there until Greg unlocks the glass door to the cell and walks in. Mycroft’s face opens in shock and relief all at once.

“Greg,” he gasps, in disbelief.

Greg had been warned of this day; the day Mycroft’s deepest secrets tear his world down as they come to light. He had told Greg that the distance they put between themselves was what was going to protect him from the chaos.

“Who’s gonna protect you then?” he’d asked. Mycroft had only smiled.

Now, standing just a couple of feet apart, he wonders if the distance really matters anymore.

He decides that it doesn’t.

“Hey sweetheart,” he says trying a soft smile.

That does it. Mycroft’s face crumples as Greg catches him in his arms and hugs him tight. There’s a feeling of defeat in the way Mycroft presses his face into his shoulder, grabbing a fistful of his shirt. Greg holds him close still.

He’d expected a breakdown to follow. But this safe contact seems to help immensely. The trembling dies out and Mycroft starts to breath normally again.

“Thank you,” he says softly after a while. He has let go of the vice-like grip. “Thank you- for coming… for everything.”

Gerg smiles. “I’ll always be here, whenever you need me. You know that.”

Mycroft shifts in his arms, as if he’s trying to pull away. Greg almost lets him, until he feels Mycroft’s cheek brush against his, hesitantly seeking something.

He almost stops breathing when he realizes that he’s been asked for permission.

Greg had imagined this moment differently. He’d imagined somewhere safe, and warm and cozy, not this cold concrete cell. But given everything that has happened, Greg knows better than to ask for luxuries.

He will take what he’s offered.

Greg lets his eyes close as his lips meet Mycroft’s. It’s a soft, nervous touch at first. As he feels Mycroft's fingers ease through his hair, Greg’s heart blooms with joy.

Mycroft will not be carrying his burden alone again. Greg will make sure of it.

He cradles Mycroft’s face and presses on a bit more urgently.

Mycroft makes a broken sound against his lips.

And to think they’d almost lost this.

When they part to catch their breath, resting their foreheads together, Greg strokes the short hair on the back of Mycroft’s neck.

“Come home with me,” he murmurs. “I'll keep you safe.”

Mycroft sighs, relieved. “Thank you.”

Greg smiles.

This is how it begins, he tells himself as he helps Mycroft out of the wretched building. Anthea has probably already arranged with the personnel that Mycroft is not be disturbed because none do. In the helicopter, on their way out of the island, Mycroft rests a hand on his own.

There’s nothing that can be done about the beginning except to accept it. But for the rest of the story, they have hope.

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AO3

[inhumanetrash]

Adult Jack Headcanons:

He went on to become a doctor (probably an anaesthesiologist or an endocrinologist or just W basic family doctor)

He is married to Sierra (though they weren’t “high school sweethearts”,they didn’t date in hs,then went on with their lives for a few years and met again in college where they became friends and few years later a couple)

He and Sierra are parents and he’s kinda terrified of not being there for his kids (both physically and emotionally) so even though he works a lot he does everything to be involved

His eyesight started deteriorating seemingly for no reason (the actual reason for that are some long term effects of his visit to cybertron/ground bridge travel)(you can’t tell me that there aren’t any harmful side effects to human bodies from that)

He realised he’s kind of genderfluid so he uses he/her/them on some occasions

Also he gets a June hairstyle (long hair low ponytail type because I said so)

Bro just wants to live in peace tbh

Sierra headcanons (as a treat):

I kinda imagine her being a popular girl type person in high school/early college years (she would party and stuff)(

After a bunch of not so fun experiences she decided to reevaluate her life, cut off people with bad influence and changed colleges

She met Jack again and they became friends and eventually started dating

I think she would be studying something related to public relations and later works as a PR manager

I have this silly/not so silly headcanon that after she and Jack had a daughter Sierra’s immune system decided it’s not needed anymore and she’s sick like every two weeks. Because of that she works from home after not being able to keep a normal stationary job for some time

Her relationship with her parents isn’t so great because they don’t really like Jack or June

She knows about bots,cons and the whole alien war in Jasper thing because Jack told her when they got married

That’s all I can think of rn,,

[writingwife-83]

23, sherlolly!!

23. “Just tell why you did it!” “Because I’m in love with you, okay!” (I’m thinking there’s a “me” that just happened to be missing in the first line of this dialogue so I just added it in.) Hope you enjoy this, Shelb! It’s not gonna be a huge mystery which direction I go with this one. 😆

Crap Telly and Confessions

“Just tell me why you did it!”

“Because I’m in love with you, ok?!”

As Sherlock picked up another ginger nut and took a bite, the man and woman on the television screen were suddenly wrapped around each other, snogging almost violently as the rain poured down all around them.

His head reared back a bit as he chewed, glancing down at Toby who sat next to him where he reclined on the sofa. “Seems a bit cold and uncomfortable, wouldn’t you say? I imagine you wouldn’t want to woo the love of your life in the pouring rain.”

The tabby cat chirped out a little meow in response, mostly only paying attention to the biscuits being eaten and clearly considering whether or not this was something worthy of his begging.

“Speaking of, though,” Sherlock added, leaning down closer. “You don’t think that would appeal to your mummy, do you?”

He was met with only a blank stare.

Sherlock shrugged and continued eating. “I won’t rule it out. I’m keeping every option open at the moment.”

The credits began rolling on the telly as the couple continued kissing, thoroughly enjoying their unrealistically dramatic happy ending.

“I suppose I should have just told her right away,” he admitted aloud, enjoying how attentive this cat was to him. It beat that balloon on John’s chair.

And sometimes even John himself.

“But seeing as I didn’t exactly confess the reality of my feelings when we cleared the air after Sherrinford, now I’m left to decide on the perfect time and place for the truth to come out. Perhaps I should be glad for the benefit of planning, but it is a bit more pressure than I would have anticipated.” He laughed to himself. “It almost makes me wish she would just yell at me like that, and I could yell back my confession. It would be a relief to simply rip the bandaid off, so to speak. But your mummy has put up with enough madness from me for many years, so it only seems fair that this time my confession has a bit more thought put into it.”

“You really love me?”

Sherlock whirled around, choking on his bite of biscuit and nearly falling off the sofa as Toby bolted in shock.

“Molly you- you're home!” He stood, brushing the crumbs off himself and continuing to clear his throat. “I uh, thought you were working late.”

“I was but someone covered for me because I had a headache,” she replied, slowly circling around the sofa to where he stood.

“Perhaps you need some tea?” Sherlock asked, eager to deflect from what she’d walked in on. “I’d be very happy to-“

“No, no, never mind that.” Her eyes narrowed. “What’s this you were going on about?”

Sherlock sighed deeply. “Molly, this really isn’t how I wanted to have this conversation. I’ve been watching crap telly while eating your biscuits and getting crumbs on your sofa, and now you’ve got a headache. If you’d give me a bit of time, I’m sure I can come up with a much nicer-“

But his words were halted as Molly grabbed the lapels of his dressing gown, eyes boring into his.

“Sherlock, just rip the bloody bandaid off!” Molly yelled, nearly making him jump.

“Alright!” he yelled back, instinctively mimicking her decibel level. “I love you! I’m in love with you! Happy now?!”

Her little lips started to quiver but also quickly lifted at the corners. “Deliriously,” she replied, before lifting to her toes and crashing her lips into his. The kiss he’d previously considered unrealistic on screen, seemed tame in comparison to what Molly Hooper was currently doing to his mouth.

Her arms snaked around the back of his neck, and he could do little else but hold tight to her as he collapsed back onto the sofa with Molly on top of him. It was another minute or so before Molly finally broke the kiss. Reluctantly so, if he was correctly reading the little tug she gave his bottom lip as she let go.

“I’m- I’m sorry it wasn’t all a bit more…special,” Sherlock gasped, finding words a touch more difficult than normal. “You deserve more.”

Molly nodded, catching her breath as well as she cradled his face in her palms. “I do,” she agreed simply, and for a moment Sherlock stilled nervously.

“I’ve deserved more for a long time, Sherlock Holmes,” she added, a gleam in her eyes as she leaned in and kissed him soundly again. “And now I’ve finally got it.”

He reached hungrily for her again, and as she melted into him, Sherlock wondered why he’d become so caught up in the confession at all. Maybe it wasn’t in the pouring rain, or over a candlelit dinner, or watching the sunset together, but that was ok. The truth of the words was ultimately much more important than the fancy presentation.

Perhaps there was something positive about his crap telly habit after all.

[musicprincess1990]

Sherlolly Self Promo '22

I know this is a day late, please forgive me, but I really want to participate.

This was my first TFP fic, posted shortly after it aired, and I am still really proud of it, and I think it's one of my best. 😁

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

[cupidford]

Transcendental Hazards by TheSkullontheMantlepiece

Johnlock Love Letters #1974

A fill-in moment for the time between the events at Sherrinford and the last scene with John, Sherlock and Rosie together in 221B. 

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To Live With It

(during tfp - just before Greg promises Sherlock to take care of Mycroft)

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“Mycroft, listen to me,” Greg begged, moving closer as he outstretched his arms to touch the dishevelled form of the Government official who looked totally lost, unlike his usual self-contained, pompous man always ahead of everyone.

“YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO IDEA,” the Ice Man rose to his full height and scathingly glared at the DI who immediately backed away, Mycroft’s icy voice and immaculate pronunciation leaving Greg worried.

Breathing in deep and licking his lips, the DI let his hands fall to his sides and glanced sideways at the two officers who had accompanied him on the search for the government official. The search was not hard. It was like following bread crumbs, the trail of destruction quite evident. After apprehending the guards who readily surrendered now that Eurus was under custody, Greg had spoken to the one who was outside Eurus’ cell. And the man confirmed that he had been instructed to drug Mycroft and incarcerate him in Eurus’ old cell.

Now that he was here, Greg was at a loss as to how to handle the situation. Mycroft was not one to accept help from anyone. From all the years that he had known the Holmes brothers, Greg knew Sherlock may act the overbearing brother, but he was merely reflecting his brother’s stand.

Clearing his throat, the DI slowly slipped his hands into his trouser pockets and, leaning back slightly, took a casual attitude. “Well, tell me then,” he said softly, his brown eyes warm and inviting.

Ice blue eyes widened at the invitation as Mycroft’s nostrils flared and brow wrinkled, his vulnerability exposed. “I,” he uttered, his voice quivering. “It,” he paused as he closed his eyes, as if reliving the years of secrecy. “Just to live with it ...” he muttered as his wide shoulders sagged, the weight of it all dragging him down, and the government official crumpled to the floor.

(my screencap)