Reprompt from X
anonymous
August 21 2011, 02:50:11 UTC
Once upon a time, there was a handsome young man whose Mummy always made him stay home with his little brother. And the little brother was a spoiled child, and wanted everything to himself, and the young man was practically a slave. But what no one knew is that the King of the Goblins had fallen in love with the young man, and he had given him certain powers. So one night, when his little brother had be particularly cruel to him, he called on the goblins for help.
"Say the right words," the goblins said, "and we'll take your little brother to the castle, and you will be free!" But the boy knew, that the Goblin King would keep his little brother in his castle for ever and ever and ever, and turn him into a goblin. And so the young man suffered in silence. Until one day, when he was tired from a day of homework, and he was hurt by the harsh words of his Mummy, and he could no longer stand it...
tl;dr - This is the story of how Mycroft Holmes Rescued his Little Brother from the Goblins, Conquered the World and tamed the Mesmerizing
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[mini-fill] Because I'm pretty sure it would go something like this.
anonymous
August 21 2011, 09:28:01 UTC
"Tea?" Mycroft asked, adding a lump of sugar to his own cup.
The Goblin King huffed, refusing to sit down (truly remarkable, how very many persons... and, ah, non-persons... persisted in believing that height was the only or the most important nonverbal advantage to secure in negotiations).
"On reflection," he said instead, "it is quite apparent that thirteen hours to negotiate a topologically variable labyrinth is hardly reasonable."
Mycroft hummed noncommitally.
"It would be my very great pleasure," the King added, leaning forward on the last word and giving it a weight on his tongue reminiscent of nothing so much as the radio advertisements for the concert Mummy had sadly told Mycroft she couldn't possibly let him attend, not when Sherlock had driven off another nanny, "to give you a... personal... tour of my castle
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Re: 5+1 Chapter 1
anonymous
August 21 2011, 17:45:48 UTC
I like that you’ve set this in John's present, and not in his past - I definitely didn’t expect that based on the prompt, very original. I’m looking forward to finding out who else walks away from John. And who doesn’t.
Fill Based on the First 15 Seconds of This (Sorry 'bout That, OP)twisty_tiesAugust 21 2011, 09:35:02 UTC
"...do you promise to be true to her, in good times and in bad, in sickness and in health, to love her--"
Beep-beep.
The noise doesn't register with the celebrants, at first. But when it does, the sanctuary fills with a disbelieving quiet and stillness, frozen like a stained glass portrait of awkwardness.
The priest continues, warily. "...to love her and honour her--"
Beep-beep.
Every face in the church turns to the area directly to the left of the groom - some wearing confusion, most wearing shock, and a scant few decorated with frighteningly murderous intent.
Sherlock fumbles for his mobile. "Just a moment," he mumbles.
Unease crawls down each pew as everyone gapes disbelievingly. Everyone, naturally, except for the groom.
"Sherlock," John hisses. His nostrils flare, and a reddish splotch begins to travel up past his bowtie.
"What?" The unperturbed best man continues to fish around under his cummerbund. "It might be important."
"Might be importantMary gives a small sigh and a reassuring smile to the priest. This is,
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I'd like to see Sherlock and John in heated foreplay and then Sherlock handcuffs John to the bed. This triggers some bad memories from Afghanistan (not sexual assault, maybe torture or seeing someone being tortured).
How does Sherlock react? Does he even notice? And how does John react? He tells Sherlock what happened or just refuses to talk about it?
Fill: "Chained", Sherlock/John, NC-17, 1/2laurab1September 25 2011, 02:48:08 UTC
Chained by Laura
John had been very kind, very patient and very gentle with him, when they started this, started exploring each other’s bodies. And when it appeared that, unsurprisingly, for a couple of adrenaline junkies, there could be a point in their relationship where they might be a little less gentle with each other, John had explained to Sherlock about safewords.
There had been something, something other than the promise of pleasure in John’s eyes when he’d been talking, but it was too little data to be useful
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"Say the right words," the goblins said, "and we'll take your little brother to the castle, and you will be free!" But the boy knew, that the Goblin King would keep his little brother in his castle for ever and ever and ever, and turn him into a goblin. And so the young man suffered in silence. Until one day, when he was tired from a day of homework, and he was hurt by the harsh words of his Mummy, and he could no longer stand it...
tl;dr - This is the story of how Mycroft Holmes Rescued his Little Brother from the Goblins, Conquered the World and tamed the Mesmerizing ( ... )
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Does the psychological trauma of the memory of this experience manifest itself though the use of the riding crop?
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The Goblin King huffed, refusing to sit down (truly remarkable, how very many persons... and, ah, non-persons... persisted in believing that height was the only or the most important nonverbal advantage to secure in negotiations).
"On reflection," he said instead, "it is quite apparent that thirteen hours to negotiate a topologically variable labyrinth is hardly reasonable."
Mycroft hummed noncommitally.
"It would be my very great pleasure," the King added, leaning forward on the last word and giving it a weight on his tongue reminiscent of nothing so much as the radio advertisements for the concert Mummy had sadly told Mycroft she couldn't possibly let him attend, not when Sherlock had driven off another nanny, "to give you a... personal... tour of my castle ( ... )
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LOL captcha says kingstri mean. Mycroft you meany! Poor Jareth has no idea what he's in for.
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S/J prefered :)
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Beep-beep.
The noise doesn't register with the celebrants, at first. But when it does, the sanctuary fills with a disbelieving quiet and stillness, frozen like a stained glass portrait of awkwardness.
The priest continues, warily. "...to love her and honour her--"
Beep-beep.
Every face in the church turns to the area directly to the left of the groom - some wearing confusion, most wearing shock, and a scant few decorated with frighteningly murderous intent.
Sherlock fumbles for his mobile. "Just a moment," he mumbles.
Unease crawls down each pew as everyone gapes disbelievingly. Everyone, naturally, except for the groom.
"Sherlock," John hisses. His nostrils flare, and a reddish splotch begins to travel up past his bowtie.
"What?" The unperturbed best man continues to fish around under his cummerbund. "It might be important."
"Might be importantMary gives a small sigh and a reassuring smile to the priest. This is, ( ... )
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One day Sherlock comes into 221B acting more strange than usual. (John can tell by now) He asks to be rimmed.
When John puts his tongue to Sherlock's hole, there's something there - flavored lube. When he works his tongue inside, he tastes cum.
John licks the cum out of Sherlock, gets up, packs a bag, and leaves.
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OUCH.
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I am a sad, confused little duckie of not-getting-it. What's happened, exactly?
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How does Sherlock react? Does he even notice? And how does John react? He tells Sherlock what happened or just refuses to talk about it?
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Seconded!
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by Laura
John had been very kind, very patient and very gentle with him, when they started this, started exploring each other’s bodies. And when it appeared that, unsurprisingly, for a couple of adrenaline junkies, there could be a point in their relationship where they might be a little less gentle with each other, John had explained to Sherlock about safewords.
There had been something, something other than the promise of pleasure in John’s eyes when he’d been talking, but it was too little data to be useful ( ... )
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