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Prompting Part XXXVI

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A case goes badly and John gets seriously injured. It can be temporary or permanent, but we're talking serious with long time rehabilitation. It prompts Sherlock into slowing down. He takes less cases, he takes more file-only cases, he'll only go out on cases with John if they're relatively safe, if they're as dangerous as their usual cases, he'll go alone. He thinks he's doing the right thing, because he'll do anything to keep John safe and alive.

But it just makes John feel useless. From his point of view, if he can't go out on cases with Sherlock anymore, then Sherlock has no need of him anymore. His rehabilitation is slow, and he hates it, and he can feel his friendship with Sherlock falling apart around him as he's recovering.

There's parallels to his life in the army and he's not sure he could take being invalided out of everything he knows and loves again.

Gen or build up, please.

Police departments, armies and other places like that mostly consist of Alphas, sometimes Betas. Omegas are rare in those areas. Anderson is one of a very few Omegas in NSY. Lestrade is not prejudiced, so he has no problem working with him. Others, however...

Anderson is a frequent victim of sexist jokes and mockery. He even has an experience of being sexually harassed at work. Someone calls him a wet-arsed bitch, knotslut or anything of that sort. Or maybe there are jokes like: "Don't slip on your own slick". Some people joke that he does have something common with the Freak (Sherlock is an Omega as well) after all: both of them always want to prove something or just want to be surrounded by as many Alphas as possible, which explains the choice of work, of course, so the both of them are simply attention whores. Anderson doesn't like Sherlock (which is perfectly mutual), so he doesn't want to be compared to him. He just wants to keep doing the job he likes without someone's dirty jokes, someone staring at his arse, or someone catching a sniff of his upcoming heat and discussing it with others.

It's up to you how he takes the whole situation.

Implied John/Sherlock is very welcome, too. But I wouldn't want Anderson and Sherlock to become friends or anything like that at all just because they share the same gender.

Bonus: Sally is not good. She's an Alpha, but he thinks she's different when she starts courting him, seems protective, and finally seduces him. But, once she gets what she wants, she tells everyone about fucking and knotting him, with details. And maybe it was a bet, too.

Anthea having one of those periods where your uterus decides to be your biggest fucking enemy ever. And Mycroft at first being really very confused as to why his PA is curled in a ball crying under her desk, and then, because he's obviously very observant, realizes what is wrong and goes off to get her pain medication, chocolate, and a heat pack. I don't even care if he's in a relationship with Anthea, or if he's just sympathetic to her pain!

(As you can probably tell, I am experiencing this phenomenon called MBFHM 'MY BODY FUCKING HATES ME!' and it happens once every month. -_- I have spent literally the entire day crying because I am in pain. And I just want someone to have to share it!! Why are we out of chocolate?!
YES MYCROFT, IT IS A RAINY DAY!)

This would be so glorious! Mycroft would be fucking furious Darcy keeps getting into trouble of the alien kind!

("don't stop" Mycroft, can you and Greg stop communicating through Captcha? You've gotten me instead of him again.)

All children know about nightmares and monsters Mycroft is no exception when he turned ten he became their king.

I quite like this, but I might adjust the ages slightly... we'll see.

WANT!

I'd love to have a story dealing with John's exhaustion - he works fairly long hours at the surgery combined with helping with Sherlocks' cases... That combined with a fairly constant ache in his shoulder. He must be exhausted so much of the time.

All the internet cookies if someone writes something to do with this? Maybe he ends up getting sick or something? Just lots of comfort and that kind of soul-deep ache that complete and utter exhaustion lends itself to.

<3

As another lady who can totally relate(and absolutely ADORES Mycroft/Anthea fluff in any form), I am seconding this until hell freezes over.

Anthea was ten minutes late with the coffee.

Not that her position was normally anything as mundane as “receptionist,” but she and Mycroft both found it useful to keep her desk in the small antechamber in front of his office and pretend, on occasion. The MP at this morning’s particular meeting was about fifty years out of date when it came to gender roles, so Anthea had been playing the dutiful secretary all morning.

She was never late when Mycroft gave her the signal.

He kept a polite smile pasted on his face, but he mentally counted to sixty and then wrapped up the until-then cordial meeting with a few pointed comments and a not-so-subtle threat concerning the MP’s political future if he didn’t comply. Mycroft showed him out the door himself two minutes later, the MP bewildered but compliant. Anthea wasn’t at her desk.

Or - oh. Mycroft caught the tail end of a whimper, quickly silenced. His first thought was an assault - but no, his office was in what was quite possibly the best-guarded building in London, other than Downing Street. He locked the door, thumbed the button in his pocket which turned off all recording equipment in the office, and finally came around-

“Anthea?” Mycroft was brought up short at the sight of his unflappable assistant curled up in the footwell of her desk, obviously trying hard not to cry aloud. He immediately went into mental crisis mode, dropping to a crouch beside her. “Can you speak? Are you injured? I can call for-”

“Not injured,” she bit out. “Sorry - I didn’t think the lack of coffee would have affected the MPs vote that much.”

Mycroft sat back on his heels. “Do you need medical attention?”

“It’s fine,” she said through gritted teeth. “It will go away eventually.”

“Still, I think-”

“Believe it or not,” she interrupted, “this happens about once a month. If you understand what I mean. It’s been a while since the cramps have been this bad, though.”

Oh. Mycroft blinked - he was rarely taken aback, but Sherlock and Anthea seemed to be the two people who could throw him for a loop regularly. “You could have taken a sick day, you know,” he said.

The look she gave him put paid to that thought.

But reminded him of something else. “I seem to recall,” he said slowly, “that my mother occasionally had the same issue. I remember being asked to fetch her some chocolate, pain medication, and a hot water bottle. Would that - would it help?”

Now it was Anthea’s turn to blink blankly at him. She sat up a bit, still keeping her arms over her stomach. “I really can’t ask you to-”

“Of course you can.” Mycroft was already running possibilities through his head, every bit as important as the current political crisis with the MP. Chocolate was easy, he could get that himself from the vending machine downstairs. He usually had a variety of pain medication in his desk, but where to find a hot water bottle on short notice-

Ah! Mycroft backed up and stood. “One minute,” he promised her. The coffeepot was only marginally insulated, and the rich smell in the air told him Anthea had managed to turn it on before being overcome by cramping. He pulled it out of the coffeemaker (hot to the touch, yes, a bit too hot but that was fixable). A quick dash to his own desk for the pill bottle and his spare suit jacket and he was set.

“Here.” He wrapped the coffeepot thoroughly in the jacket (still warm enough to be therapeutic without burning) and offered it to her. And then paused. “It occurs to me,” he said slowly, “that the davenport in my office might be more comfortable for you. I can work out here for a while, if you’d permit?”

Anthea - obviously too under the weather to object - rolled out from under the desk with a groan and allowed Mycroft to help her to the small sofa near the window. It wasn’t long enough to lie on with legs extended, but when she curled into a ball around the wrapped coffeepot she fit just fine. Mycroft handed her the bottle of pills, then replaced them in his desk after she’d swallowed two dry.

“Don’t mean to put you out,” she mumbled. “I know you don’t have time to deal with this.”

“Nonsense,” Mycroft countered. “You’re indispensable, of course, but that doesn’t mean I don’t also hate seeing you in pain. And if I can do some small task to help minimize your discomfort, it’s not an imposition at all. I’m off in search of chocolate - preferences?”

She blinked at him once, twice, then offered a rare unguarded smile. “Thank you,” she murmured. “It’s . . . it’s been a while since I’ve had anyone to do things for me like this.”

“I know.” Mycroft bowed his head. “But you bend over backwards for me, even when it’s not directly related to my work. Allow me to reciprocate.”

There was understanding and appreciation in her eyes. Mycroft retreated to the hallway before he could examine it more.

Greg and Mycroft are trapped somewhere. Eventually, Mycroft goes into heat and his fake Alpha scent evaporates. Greg knew Sherlock was an Omega, but he never would've though the older Holmes is an Omega as well. And being an Alpha next to an Omega in heat... Well, it's a nightmare.

Whether he manages to take care of Mycroft without fucking and bonding with him or not is up to you. Happy Mystrade in the end is welcome.

Most assume 'The other one' is a sibling but in theory could be any family member, could see Darcy been a Holmes more than that it would fit oddly well been Mycroft's daughter.

This must be done!

Anything with Mycroft observing Sherlock heavily pining over John over the years and never falling out of love, no matter if John is close or not. Others may suspect (after all, some people think John and Sherlock are/were a couple), but Mycroft sees the actual situation in detail.

I prefer unrequited love, but it can end happily with John and Sherlock getting together as lovers. No Sherlock with others, please (I just don't understand stories where Sherlock is unhappily in love with John, but, out of he blue, absolutely needing to start a relationship (temporal or otherwise, for sex or comfort or whatever) with another person/people while he's been okay on his own, "married to his Work", without this kind of relationships before falling in love, thank you very much).

Op-anon here. :)

Thank you awesome person. You have made my day. (And I'm sure Mycroft made Anthea's) It's just what I wanted. ^_^ Now if only I had a Mycroft of my own... :/

If you are weird, than I am joining the club. This sounds like it could be an awesome story and if someone doesn't pick this prompt up I might try to write it.... some day. Maybe once real life stops getting in the way; its really annoying like that.

Seconded!

Sherlock and John, otter and hedgehog.

Sherlock had managed to burn down the shed he and John had been living in. Naturally that was the last straw for Mrs. Hudson, their landlady. She was an old cat, after all.
Naturally, she kicked them out with some home baked cookies, like they'd help them find some new accommodations, and an 'I'm not the kitten I used to be'.
Naturally, John decided that he'd repay Sherlock for finding the last place, get some payback for him burning it down, and be the one to get them a new home.

Cue John leading Sherlock to Redwall abbey, where he introduces Sherlock to his old friend and brother-in-arms, Mattais the Warrior.

As it turns out, John's little-spoken-about military experience was against Cluney the Scourge. And he had (naturally) kept in touch with his old friends, who were more than happy to let him live with them for a bit.

+Sherlock is still a detective, and John chronicles their adventures in a series of notebooks

+ Sherlock is jealous of John's friends, so to get his attention he does some things that are a Bit Not Good

warnings: mature content, non-con, m/f, m/m, abuse, slavery, dom/sub (?)

a/n: I'm going anon for this as it's going to have some graphic sexual content, which I've never truly written before and definitely not what's about to come up (fingers crossed I don't embarrass myself out of it) but this scene with Sherlock and Irene as a starting point wouldn't get out of my head, so here I am. If you see anything that anything that needs extra tagging, please let me know and I'll add it to the warnings.

Irene flipped through the papers in her hands as she walked, high heels clicking against the stone floor of the back rooms of her estate where the import cases waited her approval. Right now she was due to look over one of their older buys, a used model on his way towards liquidation, if even half of what the history sheet said about him was true.

ID number 2533065. Age 36. Known aliases William, Sherlock, Scott, and Holmes. Not applicable here, though. Maybe she’d name him Snuffles. The list of owners was long and varied. Some were even missing, leaving gaps of time between them.

She rifled through the files until she found the most important one for this house’s purposes. Sexual history. Like most slaves he was bedded as soon as he reached the legal age of sixteen and continued off and on to warm others’ beds, mostly men but also the odd woman or two, though she noted it usually took a higher cocktail of drugs for a proper performance then.

Stapled to the last page was a doctor’s report, not one related to the main page. It seemed his last owner had the foresight to send his property to get a mental eval.

Sociopath, huh? Irene snorted when she saw the doctor’s credentials. He had absolutely no training with the low class civilization. Snuffles had never even had proper training, which was bound to cause a whole host of personality aberrations.

She shook her head at the stupidity of the multitude of owners who didn’t take proper care of their things. Like dogs, Class 2 humans needed training and discipline-you didn’t just give them orders without properly preparing them to follow through.

Behind her, an assistant took the file and settled it in her arms, pen already poised to make notes. Irene threw open the doors to room 32, where her newest acquisition waited.

OP here. Thank you! I already like this and hope to read more soon. =)

Sherlock secretly starts using again and does his best to hide it from John. He's both ashamed of himself and can't stop, so he feels trapped and hates himself. One day, after shooting up yet again, something goes terribly wrong. His hallucinations are terrifying and he nearly pisses himself due to the fear (or he actually does). He hopes it's going to stop soon, but it doesn't let go (it can be anything. Maybe there are voices coming out of his unplugged earphones, saying frightening things, voices out of electric sockets, drains in sinks and so on). He's really affected. This is how John finds him. Crying, Sherlock confesses everything and asks for help, and John, too worried to be properly angry with him, takes care of him.

Implied johnlock with no developed relationship would also make me very happy.

Okay this going to be a bit wordy and weird so bare with me. I want an AU where after Sherlock's fall John becomes a Dexter-ish killer. Basically, a serial killer who only kills other serial killers and bad people in general. He does this because he's torn between the parts of him who want danger and to feel useful again, with maybe a little bit of revenge on the side, and the parts of him who still want to help out the Met and be moral and good. When Sherlock comes back he can almost instantly see John's handy work in all the bodies appearing in London but he doesn't want to believe it. Author can go wherever from there.
Bonus: John has become a bit unstable and actively believes that Sherlock would be proud of him and/or is certain the bodies will bring his supposedly dead flatmate back to him.
Extra bonus: Lots of focus on morals and inner dilemma!

I found his prompt at the SPN k-meme, and I though it was delicious! I think it could really work from a Sherlock perspective. It was never filled, which made me sad...

Bring on the fills!!!!!!!

The premise is simple. John is one of those really special people who can see wings and hear angels' true voices, and it turns out it lets him see a lot about supernatural beings true natures so he found out about the supernatural. And, one day, he meets Castiel and become friends because I really think the most compassionate person in England and the angel of the Lord who gave everything up for humanity could really get along. How he meets Castiel is up to you (maybe he's on Holiday, or the Winchesters are in London for one reason or another).

Sherlock, of course, can't get over why John is acting so weird. (Sherlock and Mycroft, don't know about the Supernatural. Whether they find out, or not, is up to you. Greg, surprisingly, does know. He is a hunter himself, and its one of the many reasons he's John's drinking buddy).

OP suggested a Winchester case-fic, but I think it would work better with a Sherlock case-fic, with Mycroft & Greg thrown in somehow.

You can do any pairing, but I really love John/Mary, just so you know ;) But anything else is fine!

'Mycroft: Will you rape me now?

Greg: What the hell, Mycroft? No, I'm not going to rape you. Why the hell would I?

Mycroft: Everyone does? I know how this works, Gregory. The bar tender called you to pick me up, and you came. At some point you'll want your payment for taking time out of your life to deal with me. So, if you're trying to lull me into a false sense of security, I'd prefer you not. Just fuck me and go to bed, and I'll be gone by the time you wake up.

Greg: What are you talking about? I came and got you from the bar because that's what friends do. You're going to sleep this off on the couch and then I'll make us breakfast in the morning and you can go on your way. No one is going to be raping anybody!! Jesus Christ!'

^Someone do something with that dialogue, if only so it'll stop going around and around in my head. I want eventual (consenting) Mystrade. (and maybe Greg confronting Sherlock about it, because Sherlock HAS to know what's been happening, right?)
(Yes, Mycroft, you do have miles to go before you sleep...)

I have no words to describe how much I want this.

(*eyes narrow* 'know your rights' Mycroft, how do you know I've been studying Human Rights at Uni...)

I would read the fuck out of this.

Mycroft says 'That's it!'. I think he's getting frustrated with the prompts calling for him to be tortured and raped...

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