Ladies-man John and cross-dressing Sherlock? You know me too well đ
And chapter 3 of Mycrof’s Choice is up. This is going to be longer than 3 chapters.
Have some red pants fic for your monday morning:
Calendar Boy –Â Sherlock’s discovered some old pictures of John in red pants.
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John walked in to the flat and found Sherlock with his laptop on the couch. “Nothing new?” Asked John, hanging up his coat.
Sherlock started. John recognized the guilt before the laptop was closed. In three steps he had the laptop in his hands and turned around. His eyebrows went up. “Of course you found this.”
The picture was taken maybe five years earlier. John was more fit, no scar marred his shoulder. Around his neck were his dog tags. The only other thing  he was wearing was a pair of red pants.
“Calendar shoot for charity. They decided not to use my picture.” He closed the laptop. “Is the milk spoiled again?”
“Possibly.” Sherlock wrapped his arms around his knees and watched John stalk into the kitchen.
**
The next morning John stepped out of the shower to find his ordinary pants had been replaced with a red pair. He shook his head but put them on, then his robe. He was aware of Sherlock watching him as he sat in his chair and picked up the paper.
So… John Watson in a corset…
Red Leather – John distracts a moody Sherlock with a surprise, a red leather corset and lace underwear.
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John looked at himself in the mirror. The corset was red leather with black lacings and edges. Below that sat a pair of red lace painties, barely containg his half-hard cock. He set his chin before pulling the jumper over his head and belting his jeans. Sherlock was in a full-on sulk. Well, he wasnât going to be in about three minutes, if his calculations were correct.
With a breath, feeling the pinch of the corset, John turned and walked out of the bedroom. Sherlock watched him out of the corner of his eye as he came out. John tried to keep his face neutral as he tidied a bit, then turned for the bookshelf, reaching up and knowing his jumper would come up too.
Suddenly, Sherlock was behind him, arm wrapped around his waist. He nosed Johnâs neck and pushed up the jumper a bit before all but yanking it over his head. Nibbling Johnâs shoulder he ran his hands down the leather corset until he reached the lace panties peeking out of his jeans. âRed is a good color on you.â
Tarmac Confession
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Sherlock comes off the plane and sees John Watson again.
Words: 222, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English
- Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
- Rating: General Audiences
- Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
- Categories: M/M
- Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
- Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
- Additional Tags: 221B Ficlet, Love Confessions, Post-His Last Vow
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I’m at work so I’ll just reblog it from the feed
Quick ficlet for fanwork friday:
Jack stood on the cliff edge and watched the galaxy rise over the perfectly flat lake, reflecting blue and purple and the spread of stars. There was a flutter of wings and he reached automatically for Casâs hand.
There was hesitation, but Castiel stepped up next to him. Jack could imagine the shadow of his wings covering him, noticing how the breeze lessened. They remained silent as the galaxy ascended, bright enough that the night needed no moon.
Suddenly, the lake began to light up, as if there were new stars being born alongside the reflections. Jack pointed and heard Casâ breath catch as they watched the lights bloom until the lake was on fire, nearly too bright to look at, washing out the stars above. Instinctively, Castiel turned Jack towards his chest, shielding the human, until the lights began to fade.
When Jack blinked his eyes clear he smiled at Castiel, who was watching the lake with deep concentration.
âThey bloom every two hundred years,â said Jack, finally breaking the silence.
âI see why you called me here.â Castielâs voice was gentle, full of wonder.
Jack softly kissed him. âI figured even angels havenât seen everything.â
They lapsed into silence again, taking a seat on the cool ground and watching the night pass by.
I wrote a birthday fic for 221b-bakingstreet. It’s… a Kindergarten Cop AU. Kind of.
Kindergarten Detective – Kindergarten teacher John Watson finds the new teacher isn’t quite what he appears to be.
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John Watson spotted the new teacher as soon as he stepped into the lounge. Sherlock Holmes was staring at the communal coffee pot as if it were a beast about to bite him. Shaking his head, John walked over. âMorning,â he smiled. âWould tea be better?â
âYes,â Sherlock had a deep voice and eyes that seemed to take in everything.
âIâve got a kettle in my classroom. Itâll be a few before the students arrive. Iâm John Watson.â He grabbed a donut and led the way to his class. âYouâre the new kindergarten teacher, yeah?â
“Yes. Sherlock Holmes.” He looked around Johnâs classroom as he filled the kettle and plugged it in.
“How long have you been teaching?” Asked John.
“Oh not long.” Sherlock watched the way he got everything together for the tea and produced two mugs. “You were army.”
John looked down at his mug. “Was, yeah. Got invalided out, they were looking for more men in the field, seemed better than collecting a pension.”
“I suppose that teaching would provide some focus and excitement.”
John chuckled. “It is kindergarten. Not too many dull moments and it’s giving these kids a strong foundation.” He fixed the tea and handed the mug to Sherlock just as the first small child peeked her head in.
“Good morning Charlotte. This is Mister Holmes, he’s teaching down the hall.”
“Good morning Mister Holmes, Mister Watson.”
John smiled. “Just bring the mug back whenever. Have a good day Mister Holmes.”
“You as well Mister Watson.”
So I wrote another chapter of Mycroft’s choice, and i think there may be one more after this. So, enjoy more omegaverse mystrade romance.
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When Mycroft’s heat ended, they both went back to their lives and their jobs. While Gregory had kept his promise of not bonding with him, Mycroft still felt his thoughts turning back to the alpha, even as he worked through the inevitable pile of paperwork. Twice he caught himself standing in front of the mirror after his morning shower and looking at his shoulder as if trying to imagine what Gregory’s bond bite would look like. Ridiculous.
Four days after the heat, Mycroft was working late in his home office when the bell rang. Grumbling and hoping it wasn’t his little brother he went to answer and was surprised to find Gregory on his doorstep. “Saw your light was on,” he smiled and gestured with a bag. “Dinner?”
Mycroft wanted to say something sharp about the hour, but his stomach rumbled at the smell. “Come in.”
Greg smiled and followed him into the kitchen. His cock twitched at the memory of Gregory scenting his neck at this table, but he silently and sternly told his body to behave. Oblivious, Greg put the bag on the counter and started dishing out the homemade dinner, putting the leftovers in the fridge. “At least opening your refrigerator isn’t the exercise in horror that Sherlock’s is.”