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So it looks like that nsfw superwood bit I posted yesterday is going to be a longer fic:
Dean and Castiel are killed averting the apocalypse, leaving Sam and Jack to pick up the pieces. When Sam catches wind there might be a way to bring them back, can anything stop him from his course?
I decided I needed another red pants fic. Also this is loosely based on this artwork by Cylin:
Incomplete Data (or The Effect of Red Pants on One Sherlock Holmes) – Sherlock is quite surprised to realize what red pants do to him.
teaser below the cut
Apparently I forgot to include the link at first. Oops. My only excuse is it was 2am. Here, have some red pants fic on a monday morning. Now with a link to the actual fic 🙂
I decided I needed another red pants fic. Also this is loosely based on this artwork by Cylin:
Incomplete Data (or The Effect of Red Pants on One Sherlock Holmes) – Sherlock is quite surprised to realize what red pants do to him.
teaser below the cut
“John have you seen my…” Sherlock stopped in the bathroom doorway and froze.
“What did you need, Sherlock?” John asked mildly. Sherlock stared, as though truly noticing for the first time the strong lines of his body. Firm arms and legs, broad chest. And all those lines led to a magnificent pair of red pants. He was bent over, tugging off his socks with the shower on behind him.
Several things crossed Sherlock’s mind in that moment, none of them relevant to his original intent. “Those pants suit you very well,” he said instead.
A smile bloomed on John’s face. He put his hands on his hips, which Sherlock found did even more things to him. “This requires more data,” he muttered.
John watched him as he pulled off his dog tags and set them next to the sink. “What sort of data?” He hooked his fingers in the band of his pants. Sherlock’s mouth went dry.
Welp, I finally wrote an omegaverse fic. There was a request for asexual alpha Sherlock and Omega John… so here we go:
The Bond we Make – In the middle of nowhere for a case, John realizes he forgot his suppressants….
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John was short of breath as they got back to the cabin. Sherlock was saying something, but he was already past him and into his room, tearing into his bag. Suppressants were hard to get outside the army, but Mycroft always kept him supplied. He shouldn’t have been in heat, not already, but apparently chasing crazy people around the backwoods for four solid days was too much. Not finding them he cursed and threw the bag, spilling the contents across the floor.
“John?” Sherlock appeared in the doorway. John could smell him, could feel himself growing wetter.
“Get out,” he growled, but didn’t move from his spot.
Sherlock moved a little closer, no doubt picking up his pheromones. “You’re going into heat?”
John closed his eyes. “Yes. Obviously. You don’t want to be here, Sherlock. This doesn’t interest you.”
“Don’t you need to be…taken care of?”
Huffing out his breath, John faced him. “Not my first heat. We’re too far from town for you to head back by yourself. Just lock the door and whatever you do, don’t come in here.”
When Sherlock didn’t move, John grabbed him and shoved him out. Then he dragged a chair in front of it. He shed his clothes and climbed into bed. Not even a toy in his bag. This was going to be miserable.
Title: Taking a Leap
Author: janto321
Prompt Number: Challenge 7, prompt 1
Summary: John will always follow after Sherlock. Across rooftops, into the Thames….what Sherlock doesn’t understand is why
Rating: T
Pairing: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Genre: romance?
Length: 852
Warnings: NA
Author Notes: Well this came out quite fluffy
Links :AO3
Okay, i finally got that mystrade fic done. It’s a bit hurt/comfort:
Unspoken – Greg has had one of the worst days of his career. Three officers lost. He sends a text to Mycroft.I need you.
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Wearily, Greg unlocked the door to his flat, aware his hand was shaking as he turned the knob. The door swung open and Greg made it the few steps to his couch, barely closing the door. He dug his phone out of his pocket to text.
I need you.
No signature; he would know. He dropped his hand to the couch like it was lead, slouching. His chest felt as if a heavy weight pressed down on it, making him breathe shallowly. His eyes closed and the horrid scene flashed in lurid detail behind his eyes so he opened them again.
The door swung in. Greg and wondered if he’d been waiting outside for permission. Surely he knew the reason. It was all over the news: three officers killed in a shootout with suspects. Mycroft leaned his umbrella against the wall and hung up his coat. Greg watched as he stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Finally he returned to the couch, hook an arm around Greg and with surprising strength set him on his feet and got him into the bathroom.
Posted the last chapter for Wounded and Worn:
Thank you all for reading it, I hope the ending satisfies you.
Tossed up another chapter of Wounded and Worn:
I’m thinking maaaybe one more chapter will do the trick.
christyimnotred replied to your post “letalkingmime replied to your post “Ugh I’m writing the next chapter…”
Yes! Jack and Eleven. The biggest regret of my life is that we never got to see those 2 interact. Oh, can you imagine Jack, Eleven, and River? The flirting would be ridiculous! If ever there was a possibility for a threesome, that is it.
Just so you’re aware, I DO in fact have some Jack and River adventure stories: The Tiphys Chronicles. The third one I also threw John Hart into the mix. I should write more of those. Not smut though because the universe would explode.
There we go, another chapter of Wounded and Worn. Sorry if this all feels rushed, just wouldn’t leave me alone until I wrote it: