#salcroft

So the series is generally going to be Sally/Mycroft-centric, but I couldn't resist dropping this Sally & Sherlock friendship fic here. enjoy the fluff!

Sherlock, The Adorable Drunk - Sally attempts to rally Sherlock to go see his fiancee since he misses her and she misses him. But a drunken Sherlock is rather like a small child, and just as much of an adorable handful.

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Sally looked down at the drunken pile that was her boyfriend’s brother. It was his stag night, just like it was Molly’s hen night, but he’d been miserable without molly and Sally had volunteered to arrange a meeting between the two of them and pick the drunken sod up.

Silly git, she thought to herself with a smile as she knelt next to him. “Oi! Molly wants to see you,” she said, pushing him gently and hoping he’d sit up so she could maneuver him into the waiting car.

“Beautiful Sally, my favorite avenging angel,” he said when he opened his eyes. “Come to rescue me.”

She flushed slightly at Sherlock calling her beautiful, but mercifully he sat up, draping his long arms over his knees. “Can you stand up?”

“Mycroft is a lucky man, Sals. If I didn’t have Molly, you’d be my choice. Beautiful, smart, practical Sally.”

“You're drunk!” she said with a laugh, sitting down on the ground and looking at him. Sherlock would date her if she wasn’t with his brother? Not in a million years!

“Yes, I'm drunk. And you're beautiful. And tomorrow morning I'll be sober…but you'll still be beautiful.” He reached over and bopped her nose. “I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what, Sherlock?” she asked, giving up on getting him up until he said his peace and sitting on the ground across from him, criss-crossing her legs.

“You deserved better than how I treated you. You’re smart! And you’re a good listener, and a good friend to Molly. I treated you like shite. And you’re not mad anymore.”

“Well, I treated you like shite in return,” she said, tilting her head to study him. “But you grew up, Sherlock, and so did I. And we’re friends now.”

“Good friends?” he asked, looking as though he’d start crying if she disagreed with him.

“Very good friends. But I love Mycroft, and you love Molly. And you’re getting married to her! In three days!” She reached over and grasped his shoulders, one hand on each shoulder to steady him. “If I marry your brother, you can be my man of honor, and Molly can be his best woman.”

Now tears were edging Sherlock’s eyes. “You mean that?”

“I absolutely do. Or you can be the man of honor and the best man, and Molly can be the best woman and my matron of honor. You can switch sides in the middle of the ceremony. Spice things up.”

“Okay,” Sherlock said, beaming widely at her. “Do I have to wear a dress?”

“Only if you don’t outshine me,” she said, “Now, can you get up? Molly misses you, too. And she’d love to see you sappy and happy.”

“Okay,” he said. She let go of his shoulders and stood up, bracing herself before offering him a hand. Wobbly as he was walking he didn’t seem to feel ill or wobble too much, and soon enough they were at the car where Molly was waiting. “Home, Sally?”

Just A Little Nudge (AO3)

Because sometimes, we all just need a little more Mycroft!

⬡　My Conflict Kills, by Cutebutpsycho [rated G]

(Mycroft/Sally Donovan) Why he picked her, Sally would never understand, but it was nice. She knew he wanted someone honorable on his side, and he had slowly seduced her over to him. Being a smart man, he was also careful not to discuss his work nor ask her about hers. They were in a bubble -- a carefully tended sanctuary that would eventually pay off for the both of them.

⬡　As the Stars of Heaven: Holmesian Reproductive Strategies, by Tammany [rated T]

(Mycroft/Greg Lestrade) Some concerns are unavoidable for responsible middle-aged men of a certain style and dignity. Mycroft's got to decide what to do about the estate and inheritance and all those good and worthy family sorts of things, given he and Sherlock have no offspring. Family planning the Holmesian way. This is not Holmescest/incest, barring a few mild and tasteless jokes.

⬡　The Making of Mycroft Holmes, by Herk [rated G]

(Gen) Little scenes from Mycroft's and Sherlock's childhood that explain at least partly why the British government is the man he is today.

Mummy Holmes isn't exactly a bad mother but sometimes parents can be thoughtlessly cruel when they don't see how much their child would need them at that moment.

⬡　Flu Humbug, by HastaLux [rated T]

(Mycroft/Greg Lestrade) Mycroft is sick with the flu and being overly dramatic about it. Greg comes up with a creative way to make him feel better.

⬡　Vermillion, by Cutebutpsycho [rated T]

(Mycroft/Sally Donovan) “Sally Donovan is in love?” he sang out the word love. “My brother is in love? The man who wears isolation like armor?”

⬡　The Importance of Uncle Rudy, by Lavender_and_Vanilla [rated G]

(Gen) Mycroft Holmes's Uncle Rudy helped make him the man he is today.

⬡　The Habits of a Lifetime, by out_there [rated M]

(Mycroft/Greg Lestrade) The idea of Sherlock and Eurus connecting over music, over anything, is terrifying. Mycroft has spent decades watching over Sherlock, talking about their fictional family dog and the myth of the east wind, trying to protect Sherlock from the things he doesn’t remember. He’s worried about Sherlock and stood guard over Eurus, and been worse than useless in the end. He was complicit. While he thought he was juggling both threats, maintaining enough control over the situation to keep everyone safe (mostly Sherlock, but the rest of the world as well), he had allowed the threat to escalate. 

No Longer Cold As Ice

The first words she had ever said to him, after watching a (she suspected) Sherlock in withdrawal punch him across the face were “Can I touch you?”

She’d heard from Greg all about Sherlock’s elder brother, how he had a personality cold as ice to the world but if you knew him you knew how deeply he cared and all. She’d approached Mycroft cautiously while Greg had shuttled Sherlock out of the room with a few not so gentle shoves, leaving her and The Ice Man alone with him having a cut under his eye. When she asked her question, he’d seemed so surprised and simply nodded.

No other words were said that day. She got out the first aid kit under Greg’s top drawer, cleaned Mycroft’s cut and attempted to put a small butterfly bandage on and getting a shake of the head in response. And then he nodded, gave her the smallest of small smiles, and left the office to go…who knew where.

Now, though, things were different. Now she would listen to him talk about the things he could as they puttered around the kitchen that used to resemble a cave in his home, now filled with warm light and food and laughter. Now she would rest her head on his chest and doze while he stayed up late to go over whatever crisis the government and the country needed to be saved from.

And now, every time they were alone, he would ask “Can I kiss you?” in a way that made her smile brightly, a smile that hadn’t been on her face often in those intervening years between their first encounter and now, a smile she would wear as she nodded and he leaned in to kiss her in so many different ways.

And she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Thanks!

Sympathy (AO3)

Detective Inspector Sally Holmes was ready tocommit murder. I’ll get Molly to help me,they’ll never find the body, she thought darkly while she glared at theinspiration behind her thoughts of homicide.

Her husband was eating cottage cheese andbeets beside her, his eyes glued to the Shakespeare documentary, blissfullyunaware of where his wife’s thoughts had headed.

I’mthe pregnant one, so why is he the one eating the weird combinations?She went back to her Cherry Garcia, stabbing it mercilessly with her spoon.

“Bad day?” Mycroft guessed, looking over ather. He knew better than to deduce her.

“Not ‘til I got home,” she muttered.

He raised an eyebrow. “Certainly nothing I’vedone-”

“You wanna make a bet? I’m over here, threestone heavier, and you haven’t even gained a pound a sympathy weight. In fact…”Her eyes narrowed as she assessed him. “You’ve lost weight.”

He chuckled. “Surely weight gain isn’t theonly way an expectant father can show sympathy.”

“No, but…” She sighed heavily. “I alreadyknow I’ll never have my old body back; it’d be nice to know I’m not blimpingout alone.”

Mycroft set his bowl on the coffee table thendid the same with hers before taking her hands. “My dear, you are a gorgeouswoman no matter what your weight.” When she started to protest, he added, “I,for one, am looking forward to seeing a few extra curves on you once you’ve hadthe baby.” The smile he gave her was an interesting mix of adoring andlascivious.

Sally giggled, she couldn’t help it. “Really?You’re not just sayin’ that?”

“I promise to show you as soon as your doctorclears you.” He stood up then held out his hand. “But in the meantime, I’llgive you a preview.”

Our SRP community has some incredibly talented people, and it’s time we gave them the love they deserve for all their hard work!

⬡　Readingfanfics

I usually write Sherstrade but I've written Mystrade and some Marvel and Harry Potter things too.

⬡　HastaLux

Mystrade, and I occasionally dabble in MorMor. Or, with one current story, in MorMorCroft.

⬡　fivepips

My art blog specifically for fan art is: https://fivepipsandart.tumblr.com/ but I have a bunch of stuff over here: from before it’s creation. My favorite parings are Mormor, Jimlock, Jimcroft and Seblock.

⬡　voxangelus

Mycroft/Anthea, Mycroft/John, Holmescest, Greg/Anthea, Greg/Molly, Molly/Irene ...

⬡　Cutebutpsycho

Mostly Sherlolly and Salcroft, and on occasion an oddball pairing or so.

⬡　Vulpesmellifera

I’m Vulpesmellifera on AO3, and I currently write Mystrade. Future Sherstrade in the works! 

⬡　Antheas_Blackberry