#salthea

so the Salthea brainrot came out of nowhere and completely bulldozed me

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

⬡　Easier Now That I Trust You, by Anarfea [rated E]

(Janine Hawkins/Mary Morstan) “What do you want?”

She traced the contours of Mary’s face. “The world. You. To give the world to you. To be your world.”

“Sounds dangerous,” Mary murmured. And then, “sounds glorious.”

⬡　Under Her Skin, by faerymorstan [series]

(Molly Hooper/Mary Morstan) Femslash series.

⬡　Who Leaves a Funeral Early?, by May_Shepard [rated E]

(Margaret/Mrs. Hudson) Martha Hudson always regretted losing touch with her best friend Margaret. When she sees a notice in the paper that Margaret's husband has died, she decides to take the opportunity to make amends. It goes much better than expected.

⬡　Hadn’t Meant To, by afteriwake [rated T]

(Irene Adler/Molly Hooper) Irene hadn't meant to fall in love with the pathologist, but she did anyway.

⬡　Agent, Secret, by dietplainlite [rated M]

(Anthea/Sally Donovan) It’s been ages since she did any real field work and Anthea feels conspicuous as she tails Sally Donovan on her walk. She doesn’t know what she expects to discover; everything pertinent about the detective can be found in Mycroft’s dossier.

⬡　Ingénue, by ebonlock [rated M]

(Anthea/Irene Adler) Her safe word is 'enough', because as soon as she meets Irene she knows she's never going to need it again.

⬡　Photophobia, by holyfant [rated E]

(Kate/Irene Adler) Kate just does what she does best: pictures, not words.

⬡　Moans, phones and unknowns, by sherlock221Bismymuse [rated T]

Definitely. My w/w output is sorely lacking. I need to find a really good idea to get me hooked. I have a few Salthea stories at the back of my head, maybe to be written alongside a Mystrade plot… people would be up for that, wouldn’t they? No wild objections to a Salthea side dish now and then? ❤️ I just need to put the time aside to bring it into being.

Femslash February is drawing near! It starts in less than a week! As promised, I’ve put together a Daily Prompt List. If you only want to use some of the words, then do that. If you want to take them in a different order, you can do that too. If you have other idea, then that’s great too! The main goal with Femslash February is to create and promote femslash after all.

Here is the list:

Confident

Virtual

Human

Dancing

Normal

Stunning

Possession

Potential

Magic

Expert

Laptop

Easy

Barricade

Creator

Vampire

Collar

Candle

Paper

Hamster

Addictive

Mascara

Period

Painkiller

Habit

Divine

Brutal

Hidden

Notebook

And here’s a new chapter! I swear I’m going to go back to finish “Belonging” but I’m a little stuck with an scene and since this fic is already finished... well :P

Enjoy!

Summary: It’s hard to have a relationship when you work too many extra hours. But not impossible.

Pairings: Anthea/Sally Donovan, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade

Tags: Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting/ different professions too/ Rom-com (sorta)/ Some Humor

Preview

Greg is having a bad day.

Which isn’t that unusual, truth to be told, not considering his ridiculously stressful job which is only made more stressful by his very frustrating clients who seem to believe he’s some sort of genie at their command.

Unfortunately, he has no magic and that means he has to fulfil their ridiculous demands the hard way. And while Greg is a workaholic, he’s a decent fellow and so incapable of making people work extra hours just because the clients are being pompous pricks. He can’t extend that courtesy to his personal assistant, sadly, because where would he be without Sally around?

It seems tonight is the night he’s going to find that out, though. Because Sally is home with some nasty cold; she had sounded like she was dying on the phone and Greg really couldn’t ask her to come in, nevermind if he fears he’s actually incapable of functioning without her around.

Surely it won’t be that hard. Surely he’s just being paranoid.

It’s a little past midnight when his eyelids start dropping on their own accord and when he reaches for his coffee cup, he finds it empty. He frowns briefly, opening his mouth to call for Sally and then remembers his trusted assistant isn’t here. With a sigh, he forces himself to stand up and takes a few seconds to stretch out, noticing his whole body is aching in unpleasant ways.

He makes his way in the direction of the kitchenette, or at least in the direction he thinks it is. It’s been ages since he had to make his own coffee or worry about his lunch, so his memory is a little rusty. He always had an amazing memory for little facts that most people forget and that’s what makes him one hell of a lawyer but when it comes to the regular everyday tasks…

Well. He’s always been a little hopeless.