Prompting Part XXXVII

[sherlockbbc_fic]

This is the new prompting post for the Sherlock Prompting Meme. Prompts from LJ can still be filled there with links here or filled here in the new overflow post.

GUIDELINES

• Anon posting is not required, but most definitely allowed. If you think you recognise an anon, keep it to yourself and don’t out them. IP tracking is off, and will remain that way.


• Multiple fills are encouraged, and all kinds of fills are accepted! Fic, art, vids, cosplay, interpretive dance — whatever. Go wild! :D


• Please do not re-post prompts unless the last time they were prompted was on an older part. Simply put: ONE posting of each prompt per part.


• RPF (real person fic, i.e. fic involving the actors themselves) is not supported at this meme.


• Concrit is welcome but kinkshaming, hijacking, and flaming are not tolerated.

THE FILLED PROMPTS POST
When you fill a prompt, please use the appropriate Filled Prompts Post to archive your fill (there are instructions on the actual post).

If the part you wanted isn't up yet, just wait and one of the archivists will get to it, but please, once it is up, make sure you post your fills there according to the guidelines. DO NOT skip out on doing this because it seems like too much effort. If you want your fill to make it to the Delicious archive, that’s the way to do it.

Do not be afraid to ask questions about how it works if you are confused! The mods will be happy to explain.

WARNINGS/OFFENSIVE WORDING IN PROMPTS
Please consider warning for prompts that may trigger people (and also for fills, because some people read in flat view) and phrasing prompts in a manner that strives to be respectful.

Things which you might want to consider warning for include: Rape/Non-Con, Death, Suicidal Thoughts, Self-Harm, Underage Relationships, among others.

That being said, this is a kink meme. As such, there will be prompts that could offend you in a number of different ways. Not every prompt will have a trigger warning, and not every prompt will rub you the right way. If you have an issue with a specific prompt, feel free to bring it up in a discussion that takes place off the meme. However, flaming will not be tolerated regardless of origin.

You are highly encouraged to scroll past any prompt that you dislike.

Remember: be civil, be friendly, but don’t be shy!

THINGS THAT MAKE BROWSING THE MEME EASIER FOR EVERYONE
Please nest your fills. Doing so will make it easier for archivists to save your fills to the Delicious archive. Using subject lines will also help people reading the meme in flatview keep track of what’s happening. Finally, titling your fills (even if it’s something silly) will be helpful to those tracking a lot of prompts or scrolling through the meme.

PROMPT FREEZES
Depending on the rate of activity, there may or may not be a prompt freeze when a part reaches 2000 and 4500 comments. However, there will be one when it reaches 7000. After the 7000 comments freeze, a new part will be posted, and all prompting should happen on the new part.

CONTACTING MODS
Your mods for this meme are ellie_hell, charname, anonspock and anonbach. If you have any questions, concerns, comments about anything at all on the meme feel free to contact us via the Page-A-Mod post.

MEME LINKS
Pinboard Archive - Delicious Archive - Guide to the Archive
Filled Prompts Posts: Parts 1-23 - Parts 24-36 - Parts 37+ - Spoiler Free
The Glorious FAQ - Page-A-Mod

Flat View of This Page - Newest Page in Flatview - Newest Page of the Meme

Links to previous prompting parts - Overflow Post

OTHER LINKS AND AFFILIATES
sherlock_rants: A place to rant about or discuss anything with few to no restrictions.
sherlock_rpf: This is a kinkmeme for RPF about the show.
sherlockcrit: A multi-fandom betaing/concrit community, with a focus on BBC Sherlock.
sherlockbbc: A community dedicated to the BBC adaptation of Sherlock Holmes.
Useful resources for Sherlock and LiveJournal.
Sherlock screencaps.

Comments

Fill Night Song 9

[(Anonymous)]

“I’d like to give you something to stop the pain before I bind your ankle, would you let me, Ælfscíene?”

Sherlock searched John’s face, his expression puzzled.

“Fótwærc… níedhelp?” John struggled for the words. Sherlock might not be fluent in modern English, but his knowledge of Old English was far superior to John’s.

“Séfte?” Sherlock queried.

“Yes, leifling, it will make you soft and sleepy and without pain; wærc ne.”

“Yése, Ælfric.”

Sherlock was wearing one of John’s T-shirts and nestled in his sleeping bag which John had un-zipped and lay atop the bed. John wasn’t sure why he hadn’t just placed Sherlock between the bed sheets; there was no reason not to, for the bed was freshly made up, but he had had the irresistible desire to put Sherlock in his own sleeping bag – there would be time enough later to think about why he might feel so − Sherlock had had a drink of water but he’d had nothing to eat for the time being. Food could wait until the ankle and the forehead were taken care of, John reasoned.

Sherlock watched as John prepared a small injection of morphine for him and obediently exposed his arm when John touched it. To John’s relief Sherlock gave no sign of distress at the injection, he kept his stunning aquamarine eyes fixed unwaveringly on John. The colour of his eyes was that of clear lake on a summer day mused John as he wiped Sherlock’s arm with an antiseptic soaked, cotton wool ball and stuck a plaster on it. The Gidesan Lakes were said to have been a very beautiful blue colour, perhaps Sherlock’s eyes were the same shade…

The morphine took effect on Sherlock almost immediately. John was able to immobilize his swollen ankle and also clean the cut above his eye without causing him pain, bandaging both thoroughly. By the time he had finished Sherlock’s eyes had closed and his slender body was lax. John smiled down at him and drew the too-large T-shirt up over one of his pale shoulders. He pulled the sides of the sleeping bag close around him. Sleep would be the best remedy for him now.

He was rising from his seat on the edge of the bed when Sherlock unexpectedly roused to question anxiously, “Fierdrinc, you are leaving?”

“Nǣfre leifling, I’m just putting things away.”

“Iċ bidde …” There was a small tremor to Sherlock’s voice that John didn’t miss.

“Fyrhtne, small one?”

“Yése…”

John was off-duty for 24 hours. Clean up could wait. He brought his rifle to within reach of the bed, loosened his sidearm holster and pulled his boots off. He turned off the light and stretched out beside Sherlock.

Lying down, he expected to feel some of his previous exhaustion return, but to his surprise he found that he was no longer tired, rather, he felt alert and invigorated. He was considering how this could be when he heard a rustling beside him. He turned his head to smile into the darkness as he felt Sherlock in the sleeping bag press up against him with a small sigh.

Sherlock’s sweet sigh was John’s undoing. Reason abandoned him and he found it impossible not to give in to sudden impulse. He rolled onto his side and with an answering sigh pulled the slight figure bundled in his sleeping bag close to his chest.

How right this felt! With just this simple action, John was stunned to find himself awash with alpha sensations the strength of which he’d never experienced; fiery heat coursed through him, pooling with throbbing tension in his belly and his chest tightened painfully with emotion. His senses flared and physical sensation overwhelmed his consciousness; the tickle of a soft curl of hair against his forehead he felt down to his toes; under his hand, the feel of slippery fabric over fragile flesh and bone drowned the memory of all he’d felt before it and the thumping of his circulation in his ears deafened him. Far too late to stop it, he felt Sherlock’s fresh, sweet scent, already familiar and dear, overtake him and imprint itself, unchallenged, onto his soul…

So this was the way of it, was it? In an instant, John’s world changed; his mind and body − his life itself− were no longer his own; irrevocably, henceforth they were this small omega’s to do with as he wished. Protection, provision, pleasure; whatever this precious being required, John would fulfil. And gladly. The universe or perhaps the Gods themselves had brought new purpose to John’s life with the appearance of Sherlock. For John, the realization was pure happiness. He smiled into the darkness again and pulled Sherlock closer.