Apparently I’m making up for not posting much fanfic the last few weeks by finishing everything tonight. I’ve posted two so far. I’ll post a list when I’m done for the night. So far I’ve posted a red pants and um, a johnlock tentacle fic (waits to lose followers/readers). Next up is another pwp with sherlock comforting john after a nightmare, and if that’s all finished i’ll probably finish the next selkie chapter.
Quick little red pants fic. Crossdressing, for both of them. Hope you folks like it. (This one ended up not being smut, I know, shocking).
It’s For a Case – John and Sherlock must both dress as women to infiltrate a club.
Loosely tied to A Smudge Of Red Lipstick. Teaser below the cut.
This is utterly ridiculous,” said John, staring at himself in the mirror. The lacy red panties cupped his arse as the high cut accentuated his hips.
“It’s for a case,” called Sherlock from the next room. With a sigh John picked up the matching red bra and got it on. He tugged the dress over his head and went back to the mirror, uncertain as he settled the blonde wig on his head. At least the wig had a short, if feminine, haircut. It was very strange, looking at himself in the mirror and seeing this.
Sherlock came elegantly into the room as if he wore heels every day, makeup case in his hand. “Sit on the bed,” he told John.
John sat down, smoothing the dress nervously as Sherlock opened the case. He closed his eyes as Sherlock worked, feeling the makeup applied with all of his usual care and grace. “I’m done,” he said with Sherly’s voice. John opened his eyes and blinked as he looked into the mirror. Well, not the most attractive woman in the world, but if the club was dark he’d be okay. There was the rustle of paper as Sherly opened a shoebox and pulled out a pair of ludicrous red heels. She slipped them onto John’s feet. “There you go, Joanne.”
Next chapter of salt in the wounds is up!
May 1933 – Hamish is getting older and it’s time he knew some things.
teaser below the cut
John walked out of Mrs. Hudson’s shop when he heard the shouting. He turned the corner just in time to see Hamish take a swing at one of the three boys surrounding him. He connected solidly and the other two jumped on him. Hamish struggled to throw them off, but the boys broke and ran when John reached them with a solid hand on their shoulders, helping the one Hamish had punched. John turned Hamish and saw tears in his eyes as he breathed heavily, wiping at his eyes.
John met his eyes. “You’re fifteen, Hamish, you don’t get into fights. Tell me what happened.”
Hamish shook his head and turned away from his father.
John took a deep breath. “Come on then, Mrs. Hudson has tea.”
Allowing himself to be led into the shop, John settled him in Mrs. Hudson’s back room, sharing a worried look with her. Once he had the boy settled, he followed Mrs. Hudson back out to the front. “I want to know what those boys said. Hamish’s never started a fight in his life.”
Mrs. Hudson glanced towards the back room. “Oh there’s always rumors.”
John narrowed his eyes. He knew he didn’t spend much time in the village, but he’d been trying to encourage Hamish to take the boat and go by himself. After all, he had to learn to deal with people. So he’d been helping out Mrs. Hudson a few times a week during the day. “You must tell me.”
Welp, I just gave myself ALL the feels. Mycroft is telling Greg about himself and Sherlock.:
Mycroft nodded. “I remember when he was brought home from hospital as a newborn,” he said to the fireplace. “So small. They didn’t want me to hold him, afraid I would drop him. I promised I never would.”
I posted a new chapter to “Salt in the Wounds” this evening, if anyone is interested:
So, I wrote a gunplay johnlock. Also some bondage. For reasons. I wish someone would make art of this… Teaser and link below the cut:
“Bored,” muttered Sherlock, staring up at the ceiling. John grit his teeth. It had been far too long since a case. The weather outside was sleeting and cold, preventing him from taking a walk and making his knee ache a bit despite the roaring fire. Sherlock was laid out on the couch, fingers steepeled on his chest. The dressing gown was open, but at least he’d put on his pajama bottoms this time. “John,” he whined. “Bored.”
That was it. John got up from his computer and headed up to his room. He had an idea that Sherlock probably wasn’t expecting from him, but truth be told, it was something he’d half-wanted to try for a while. Sherlock was just as adventurous in the bedroom as he was in the rest of his life, but this wasn’t something they’d done before.
Taking his gun out of the drawer, John quickly emptied the clip and checked to make sure the chamber was empty. Then checked again after sliding the clip home. Breath coming shorter now, he peeled off his jumper, leaving himself in a white tshirt and jeans. He gave himself a short nod as he put the gun in the back of his waistband and went back downstairs.
I posted 2 more chapters on my kid!winchester fic, Concussion on AO3. Switiching to Deans POV and now it looks like Dean may have a friend after all…and a job.
Teaser for Chapter 3 behind the cut
Dean went back to school the following day. He still had headaches, but he was doing his best to ignore them. No need to worry Dad with it. Besides, Dad had taken off again early this morning to finish whatever job they’d interrupted. Sam watched him with worry while they got ready for school, but they hadn’t talked.
Now Dean was walking down the hall. He could see the looks he was getting and ignored them, going to his locker. Pulling it open he was greeted by ‘fag’ sprayed in big letters across the inside door and everything in his locker tossed around. At least he didn’t keep much in here. Grabbing his books, he slammed it closed, the noise making his head ring a little.
“Hey Winchester.” Dean turned and someone shoved into him, knocking him into the lockers. They laughed as they walked off. Gritting his teeth, Dean gathered his stuff and headed for his first class. Sam wanted to finish the school year in one place, he could survive a few more months of this. He’d never been as good at making friends as Sam was; lately he’d stopped trying.
Hey guys here’s another fic from my best fanfic winner this ones wincest if your down for that, I don’t ship wincest really even and I still think it’s fab so go check it out!