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And this other Moriarty/Moran fic popped in my head and wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it. This one is more a character study:

The Final Test – Jim Moriarty survived the fall. Sebastian Moran is there to put him together again.

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As soon as Sherlock fell from the roof, Sebastian put Jim’s backup plan in motion. He’d been tracking John Watson in his scope, though he knew Jim had shot himself. He’d heard it and knew how far he was willing to go to destroy Sherlock Holmes.

Within a half hour Seb was pacing outside a secure surgery. He had already arranged for travel as soon as Jim was well enough to move. For now they would hide in the outskirts of London.

But Seb was no criminal mastermind. Already he was getting reports that some of the more far flung corners of the web were cutting loose. Let them. The important thing was Jim. Don’t get attached, he heard Jim’s voice in his head. Too late. And Jim needed him.

He was catching a short nap when the surgeon came out. Seb woke in an instant, listening carefully. It would be a dangerous recovery. But he was determined to see him through it. No matter what happened.

A week and a half later, Jim finally woke up. The nurse got Seb and he hurried to his side. The doctors said there would probably be damage. Seb searched Jim’s face, hoping for recognition. The man’s pale hand reached out and took Seb’s. His breath caught as Jim squeezed. Then Jim twisted, pain spiking down his wrist. That was Jim all over and Seb smiled.

Jim recovered slowly. A few days after waking Seb got him a laptop so he could observe things. He spoke little, but Seb didn’t mind. He followed the orders Jim did give him and made sure he was safe.

They had to move a couple weeks later. Someone was pulling loose the strings of the web. Seb settled Jim into the new place. The old nurse met with an accident. The new nurse was told Jim had been in a car accident. They were smart enough not to ask questions.

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I wrote a mormor pwp. I might end up writing more.

Don’t Trust Me –  When Jim is dumped by Molly he goes back to Sebastian

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Sebastian Moran was just finishing a late dinner when Jim Moriarty came stomping back into the flat. Whatever had happened, it wasn’t good. “She dumped me,” he growled.

In a moment Seb was by his side. “But you got what you needed, yeah?”

“And he never even called me,”  Jim kept talking as if Seb hadn’t. “You should see the way they pine for each other. Ridiculous.” Jim stripped out of the clothes that belonged to Jim from IT.

“Do you want me to kill him?” offered Seb.

Jim stopped and pet the bigger man’s cheek. “Tiger, I didn’t hire you for your brains. Eventually. Probably. But not right now.” He left the clothes pooled on the floor and crowded closer to Seb, making sniper’s heart jump. “I bet you can make me forget all about Miss Hooper.”

“Yeah, Boss, I’d like that.” He’d missed having Jim in his bed, even if he’d never admit that out loud.

“I know you would.” Jim’s quick hand squeezed him through his trousers. “On your knees.”

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And I wrote a mystrade. It might be multichapter, if folks want:

A Cabin Hideaway – Mycroft takes Greg out to a cabin for some alone time.

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reg frowned as he pulled up to a quiet parking lot and found Mycroft waiting next to his usual black car. He parked and got out. “You wanted to see me?”

“Yes, Gregory, please, get in.” Mycroft was as imperious as ever, offering no other explanation.

At least this time, he seemed to be giving Greg a choice.

Sighing a bit, Greg got in and scooted across the back seat. Mycroft joined him and the car started. The windows were shaded so Greg had no idea where they were going. Fear tickled his spine. But this was Mycroft. While fear was probably not an unreasonable reaction to have with Mycroft Holmes, he knew this man. They’d been lovers for over a year now. And he always kept careful control until they were safely ensconced in a bedroom. And sometimes even then,, Greg had to coax him out of his shell, spending an what seemed like an hour slowly licking him open or sucking his cock until his lover was a moaning, writhing mess. If he was very lucky or had done particularly well, Mycroft would beg for his cock.

Just thinking about it made Greg have to adjust his trousers. Mycroft, of course, did not miss the movement. He didn’t turn his gaze towards Greg, but his hand slid across the seat and over his thigh until he could touch the growing bulge. Greg was surprised, but he leaned back and let Mycroft do what he wanted, biting back a moan as he wasn’t sure that Mycroft wanted the driver to know exactly what they were doing back here.

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My muse is kinda waking up, have an alpha john/omega sherlock fic

An Alpha’s Patience – Sometimes Sherlock tries to ignore his heat. John will always take care of him.

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John panted as he caught up with Sherlock. The detective had plastered himself against the alley wall, peering around the corner. John knew him well enough by now to simply wait and not ask questions. Reaching a hand behind him to the gun in his trousers, he moved closer and frowned at the scent. His mate was going into heat. And of course the idiot was trying to ignore it for the sake of the case. But if he didn’t solve it the next, oh, hour or so, everyone on the block would smell him coming.

Sherlock edged around the corner, then started moving again. John stayed right behind him, worried now not just about the case also about this new problem that had presented itself. If that wasn’t a horrible pun.

The detective darted to the left. There was a grunt that made John move a little faster. Sherlock had a young man by the back of his shirt, asking him questions. John could barely keep up with it, but apparently it was satisfactory because Sherlock let him go. “We should head over to the club and continue our investigation there.”

“No,” said John.

Sherlock raised an eyebrow. “No?”

“You’re going into heat,” John met his gaze. “And there’s not point trying to deny it. Text Lestrade and give him what he needs to know.”

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And here is my AU exchangelock gift for plummydear:

The Dean – When security guard Greg brings Sherlock back to his brothers house, he’s surprised to find Dean Mycroft in heat.

Alternate professions, omegaverse mystrade pwp.

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Greg Lestrade has been working security at this school a long time. Long enough to see students and staff come and go. Mycroft Holmes had taken over as Dean only two years previous. Young for the job and an omega, he’d proved more than capable of the position. Greg was secretly pleased to see how thoroughly he proved his doubters wrong.

The only thorn now in Mycroft’s side was his younger brother. Sherlock was brilliant, but perpetually in trouble. Where Mycroft had been studious and hard-working, Sherlock came across as lazy and uncaring. Only his brother’s position had kept him in the school at all.

So it wasn’t entirely unsurprising when Greg found Sherlock in the chemistry lab after curfew. For as much as the boy loathed school, this wasn’t the first time Greg had caught him like this. He waited until he knew startling Sherlock wouldn’t make him drop a dangerous chemical or anything and strode into the classroom.

Sherlock jumped. The guilt on his face made Greg glad he changed up his schedule enough to keep the students on their toes; the loss of a little sleep was better than finding the chemistry lab blown up or the school on fire. Not that Sherlock was ever intentionally destructive. But things could happen and he’d stopped more than one case of vandalism in the past from others. “Let’s get this cleaned up,” he said, not unkindly.

Grumbling, Sherlock made some notes and quickly closed his composition book. Greg helped him get everything put away. “This isn’t the first time, Sherlock and I don’t want to wake your roommates. I’m going to take you to your brother.”

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harkstiel; “This one’s on me.”

“This one’s on me.” Jack raised his head at the familiar voice. Castiel set the drink in front of him and took a seat.

Jack gave him a tired smile and sipped it. “What are you doing out here?”

Instead of answering, Castiel reached across and took his free hand, watching his face.

Looking away, Jack kept drinking until it was gone. “I had to,” he said quietly. “If I hadn’t, a lot more people would have died.”

“I didn’t come here to judge you,” said Castiel gently, squeezing his hand.

Jack finally dragged his eyes back to the angel. “I know, and I’m grateful.”

Watching him, Castiel leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. Jack smiled and kissed him back, a little less chastely.

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Have you seen the…? Oh. Stucky if you’re still doing it.

“Have you seen the….? Oh.” Steve stopped as he walked into the room and saw Bucky had his shirt off. He blushed and reached for it, but Steve quickly crossed the room. He could see where the metal arm was attached to the rest of his body, angry old scar tissue along the line.

“I know, it’s ugly,” said Bucky quietly.

“No it’s not. It’s part of you, and you aren’t ugly at all.” Steve tilted his chin and kissed him. They’d been moving forward together cautiously, but hadn’t really progressed past kissing and a little bit of touching.

Pulling away, Bucky looked up at him searching his face. “You got a body like a Greek God, and I got this thing.”

“And it’s fine, Bucky, it really is.” Steve sat next to him and took the metal hand in his.

Bucky flinched a little, but took a breath and leaned against his shoulder. Steve kissed the top of his forehead. He would take all the time Bucky needed.

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if youre still doing the ficlet thing… “are you flirting with me?” johnlock please!

John and Sherlock  were in a bookstore. Sherlock had stepped away for a few minutes to check some things, leaving John to pretend to peruse the children’s literature section.  “Are you looking for anything in particular?” The man was taller than John and slender. He smiled warmly. “For your kids?”

“Oh no, I’m not married,” said John. “I, uh, have….a….niece,” he lied badly.

The man smiled at him.

John blinked. “Hold on, are you flirting with me?”

The man took a step closer. “Is that problem?”

John’s hand formed a fist. “I’m not gay.”

He raised an eyebrow, clearly not believing him. “You mean you and that other fellow…?”

“No,” said John shortly, turning and stalking away.

He caught Sherlock coming out of the back. “Did you find what you’re looking for?” he hissed.

“Yes.” He patted his coat, then took another look at his doctor.

“Don’t say anything, let’s just go.”

Sherlock gave the smallest of smiles and led the way out. John had the distinct feeling he knew exactly what had just happened. He shoved his hands in his pockets and followed the detective out.