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

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• 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 10b

[(Anonymous)]

The effect of John’s reaction on Sherlock was like that of a tranquilizer; he stopped weeping and stilled, breathing shallowly, distracted. He was unaware in his distraught state that he was submitting to a dominant alpha’s commands but John noted it and marveled at the powerful forces entwining them both.

“Breathe, small one. Breathe,” John urged. He splayed a hand over Sherlock’s chest and prompted deeper breaths until they had both relaxed.

After a minute of slow breathing, Sherlock drew a shuddering sigh and said, “Iċ i geáreorden. I would go around the mountain and join them on the other side.”

“That was a courageous decision, heartsweet…”

“I knew I could find the way; iċ i scholasticus.” Sherlock turned his head to look at John to confirm that he understood the Latin word. “Iċ physicist primae, aquaedisciplinae, iċ … inventum...” he struggled to translate a word for John, “graphimatis sé lacu? I am the… scientiae optumus of my people,” he added with solemn dignity.

Sherlock didn’t see John’s delighted smile behind him. John touched the top of Sherlock’s head reverently. His precious omega was obviously brilliant as well as courageous. Sherlock’s knowledge of languages was impressive − he was picking up John’s modern English at an astonishing rate and his Latin was flawless. Of course he would also be the best hydrographer that existed! John’s heart swelled with pride.

“I found the way easily enough, but…” Sherlock’s voice became small again, “After a few days of travel I became… ill…” he faltered, too shy to speak of his heat to John, “and needed water… that’s when the heremenn, the soldiers and the dogs, found me and chased me…” he shuddered.

John hugged him and nuzzled his neck in comfort, “But you have me now, Ælfscíene, and so you are safe.” He stroked Sherlock’s smooth cheek. “I think you should eat something, my heartsweet. Warm soup will calm you, help you to sleep. Will you have some?”

“Yése, Ælfric.”

“Good. I am going to the next room, just for a few moments. I will be right back. You will still hear and see me, alright?”

“Nō, Ælfric.”

John stopped, surprised and then grinned. “I must take you with me, Ælfscíene? He chuckled as he saw Sherlock’s sober nod. “Alright.” Turning on the night-table light, he wrapped an arm around Sherlock in the sleeping bag and lifted him to carry him to the anteroom. Here, with Sherlock still held firmly in one arm, he pulled a Hotpack of rations from his kit and returned to the bedroom. He re-settled Sherlock, whose bright eyes had followed every movement and set the soup to heat.

That done John turned to study Sherlock’s face. Seeing no sign of readiness for sleep, he suggested, “Tell me about the Dúnælf, the Mountain Elves, leifling. The Simarine have a special relationship with them?”

Sherlock nodded. “Pæt ælfcynn are our allies. We are the guardians of the lakes and the Dúnælf are our guardians. It is a cooperative arrangement. We are few in number and must devote the majority of our time to science; the lakes are fragile and require constant monitoring. We have a skilled defence force, the Dúnælf train them, but it is a small group. The Dúnælf stand with us when needed. They are fierce fighters; like you Ælfric, although not so strong.” Sherlock reached with a shy hand to touch one of John’s muscular arms.

Sherlock’s touch, as soft as a night moth’s, set John’s entire body abuzz with pleasure. He smiled at Sherlock, “I’m glad I please you, little one. You are no longer frightened of me?”

Sherlock’s cheeks pinkened and he lowered his eyes. “Nō, Ælfric.”

John, watching this, was enraptured. “How beautiful you are, Ælfscíene.” He added softly, “That means you please me also.”

Sherlock’s blush deepened.

He hated to break the spell, but to ease Sherlock’s self-consciousness, John said, “I think your soup is ready. Would you eat some now?”

Sherlock nodded so John scooped a spoonful from the foil packet and, holding a hand under it to catch drips, he offered it to him.

Looking up at him uncertainly, Sherlock asked, “Do your people not feed themselves, Ælfric?”

John grinned. “Sometimes not. For example, at times like this.”

Sherlock accepted the soup with delicate grace, gifting John with the pleasure of watching the spoon slide between his perfect lips to be licked clean and returned.

“It is… ah… different,” Sherlock said, then added quickly, “But I thank you for it.”

John chuckled in amusement, “I feel the same way about army rations, leifling. But please don’t think all of my peoples’ food tastes as bad!”

They repeated the action until Sherlock had finished about half of the soup. As John had predicted, before long, the warm food had relaxed him enough to feel sleepy. He had just swallowed a spoonful when he closed his eyes and leaned into John, asleep before John could lower him to his pillow.

John watched him for a long moment as he slept. Then, when he’d drunk his fill, he bent to press his lips lightly to Sherlock’s hair before turning off the light and stretching out himself. He drew Sherlock close and rested, listening to the night sounds of the camp, alert for anything that might indicate a threat.