#salstrade

[sherlockrarepairs]

Sally is a caffeine addict. Lestrade jokes about how it's time to invest in an espresso machine at the Yard, but Sally looks so eager for one he buys a small desktop one as a gift when she makes DI herself and has her own office at the Yard. She might have made him a coffee drink every morning since as repayment.

　　　　　　　　　　　　　 ⬡  Salstrade

[itsacon10]

Welcome home, Greg, or Naughty Sally Donovan

[luminoustico]

#7 for Sherlolly please: You’ve gone to the bathroom fifty times today.

#7, from this drabble list! Feel free to send me some!

“You’re not subtle you know,” Greg says, taking a sip of his beer.

“Don’t know what you mean.”

“You’ve ‘gone to the bathroom’ fifty times already,” Sally, sat beside him, says. Lestrade smiles into his drink, his hand underneath the tablecloth smoothing over her thigh.

She gives nothing away as he strokes his thumb in little circles over her skin. Could play poker with the gods, she could. If she wanted.

Over at the dancefloor, some cougar woman is dancing the night away with a young bloke she can’t stop grinning at, while the bride is slumped against the groom’s chest, the two of them in their own world.

“And you can’t stop looking at your phone,” Greg adds.

Sherlock idly swirls the wine in his glass. “She is her own woman.”

“I swear to God, it’s just a pathology conference.”

“She was nervous about her speech, I gave her some last-minute encouragement.”

“So you admit you’ve been checking up on her?” Sally asks, her eyes slyly flicking towards the hall’s entrance. Sherlock doesn’t notice, wrapped so tightly in the fact his girlfriend’s had to go to a conference as he is.

“I haven’t been—”

“Missed the food then, did I?”

Sherlock is straight up on his feet, turning to face Molly, stood behind him. She doesn’t have a chance to say hello further before he’s kissing her, dragging her out of the main and upstairs.

Greg stares at them, seeing their distant figures at the top of the stairs kiss again. He looks away when Sherlock tugs Molly closer, staring into the bottom of his glass. He doesn’t want to even register the fact that Sherlock touches bums, not even if that bottom belongs to Molly.

“Remember when I once said Sherlock could do with a woman?”

Sally laughs.

[sundance201]

I'm gonna be cleaning my house this weekend, which really means I will be looking for distractions from cleaning my house this weekend. Prompt me? :p I think some prompt lists I've been interested in are tagged "writing woes" but don't limit yourself. I'm taking any sort of prompt. Anything. Go crazy. Check out tags for pairings I'm willing to write, but again, not limited.

[loryisunabletosupinate]

give me all the mystrade where mycroft is very vulnerable and greg is there for him

then give me all the sherstrade where greg realizes he is important to sherlock but sherlock makes greg see just how  important he is to him

after that, give me the salstrade i deserved where greg visits sally in another department meaning they can date

[sherlockrarepairs]

Adding the ship:

⬡  Salstrade (Sally Donovan/Greg Lestrade)

[afteriwake]

Multiple Fic Series Of Mine, Part Agt!! (Part 8)

BBC Sherlock

Mycroft Holmes/Anthea, Sherlock Holmes/Molly Hooper, John Watson/Mary Morstan & Greg Lestrade/Sally Donovan

You Don't Love Someone Because They're Perfect - One night Anthea and Mycroft get spectacularly drunk and end up in bed together...a position neither of them mind much. But making their developing relationship public isn't exactly an option, so they keep it to themselves for the most part. Eventually Anthea decides that if she's happy, the others in Mycroft's orbit should be happy as well, and she begins to try her hand at being a matchmaker, with mostly positive results.

An AU set after "The Reichenbach Fall," where Anthea and Mycroft get drunk one night and sleep together shortly after Sherlock goes off to take care of Moriarty's organization. When they embark on a relationship, Anthea decides the others around her should be just as happy as she is. She is aware of Mary Morstan's past, as is Mycroft, and encourages her to pursue a relationship with John, but to tell him the truth earlier, that the CIA had set her to watch Irene Adler and take her out if necessary, and she had stayed in London and kept an eye on him after Sherlock's death because she felt something skin to respect to Sherlock. She encourages Molly to hold out for Sherlock and not to settle with Tom, keeping her in the loop with everything Sherlock was doing. And she realizes Lestrade deserves some happiness too, especially since he gave up his career to make sure Sally could still have a career at New Scotland yard, and she encourages him to ask the new DI, Stella Hopkins, out for lunch a few times.

Mary and John get married days before Sherlock comes back, not having been tortured in Serbia but still injured from various encounters he had. John and Mary are open with him about her past and John's reunion with Sherlock goes much more warmly, and Mary had hinted she thought Sherlock was alive and faking his death to keep John safe when she told John the truth about her past. A few months after the wedding Mary convinces Molly and Anthea to join her in donating their hair to a good cause, and in the aftermath Sherlock admits he finds Molly beautiful and they begin their relationship. Lestrade and Stella don't really work out, as Lestrade discovers Stella prefers women to men, but Stella gets him to realize Sally has some more than friendly feelings for him and since Lestrade has moved into the private sector over the debacle from Sherlock's death he's free to ask her out, and she accepts. Endgame ships are Mycroft/Anthea, Sherlock/Molly, John/Mary and eventually Lestrade/Sally.

[afteriwake]

Just Like Old Times (An "A Sweet Responsibility" Story)

And here's some more Salstrade fluff!

Just Like Old Times - It's just like old times, but better. Much better.

READ @ AO3 | SERIES PAGE

Maybe it was all the beer they'd had. Maybe it was the stress of the case. Maybe it was the fact this was the first time they'd worked together since she'd been promoted and it felt like old times. God, she'd missed the old times, or at least the good parts. The late nights together, the conversations over takeaway, pints at The Porterhouse.

And yeah, maybe this time the late night had moved to her flat and the takeaway had been upgraded from the crap they'd been used to and they were having bottles of the craft beer she'd taken a liking to a few boyfriends back that was better than the tosser had ever been, but it all felt so comfortable, so good, so right.

And maybe the words had slipped out, the three words she'd never expected to say to Greg. He'd just kind of frozen, then set his beer down and said them back. Gone on to say he'd felt that way for a long time, never thought she'd see him that way, ever consider him.

And when beers and food and case were forgotten for other important matters, well, she supposed that was just right too.