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"John," I gasp, dipping down again so that our lips are brushing-not kissing him, just letting the motion of my thrusting graze our mouths together. "Tell me."
"Anything, anything," he sighs, his hands pressed against my stomach and his legs wrapped around me, shifting with each slam of my hips.
"Tell me you're mine," I breathe. There are footsteps on the stairwell now, quick at first but slowing as they climb higher. The sounds we're making are unmistakable, I'm sure, but I trust Lestrade's curiosity will bring him close enough to hear John say it. "Tell me, John." I bite at his throat, drawing a low, loud moan from his lips. "Say it."
Sherlock tries to deal with his jealousy, John tries to deal with Sherlock, and Lestrade tries to deal with his feelings for John.
3 May 2012
John looked down at the mess on his shirt and wrinkled his nose at the memory. "I had a row," he sighed, looking back up and meeting Sherlock's eyes, "with my practice Potions' cauldron."
"You had a row with a cauldron?" Sherlock's eyebrow lifted delicately.
"In a manner of speaking."
Smiling, Sherlock disappeared behind his papers again, his voice quiet but edged with humour as he said, "I suspect the cauldron won that round."
John visits Gringott's for the first time, gets a beard- ahem, girlfriend- and learns a little about Sherlock's past as the twosome try to solve a smuggling case. Plot will be similar (but not identical) to that of The Blind Banker.
(Reading the first part would be preferable, but not necessarily required if you've seen the show and read HP. You might be a little lost, but I think you'll manage.)
COMPLETE & PROOFED.
- Part 2 of The Brave and The Cunning
27 Sep 2012
"You're going to play retriever." Fiddling with a file, Mycroft continued, "Irene Adler, seventeen years of age, attending Hogwarts. Slytherin, capable student but rather delinquent. I would suggest you might have met her, Sherlock, but it's clear you both...run in different circles."
Not-so-subtle jab at sexuality, or some other implication? Sherlock considered that as John bumbled on obliviously: "And she's...what? Gone missing?"
Mycroft laughed obnoxiously. "Heavens, no. She's stolen something from a colleague of mine. You two are going to get it back."
Sherlock is tasked with returning stolen memories to Mycroft...but he gets more than he bargained for with Irene Adler.
THIS FIC IS NOW COMPLETE! However, I will be doing some proofing in the future.
- Part 6 of The Brave and The Cunning
"I am not a demon."
"I know that. But there's a lot of stuff that's not adding up for me here, and I need you to answer me straight." Dean shifts his balance. "Where were you? You said you took a trip. Where?"
Damn, angels (or whatever the hell Cas is now) are bad at lying. "That's of no consequence to you," Cas says quickly, guiltily. The girl he's wearing has enormous green eyes, and they're wide with feigned innocence now.
"Dammit, Cas, I thought we were through with this bullshit!" Dean snarls, instinctively grabbing the lapels of Cas' vessel's motorcycle jacket. "All the secrets, the lying...you told me I can't save everyone, fine. But neither can you. So if this is another instance of you trying to-to protect me, or Sam, or just- fuck, humanity in general-"
In a heartbeat Dean's back is making contact with the brick wall behind him, and he's slouched down so that he's eye-level with all of Castiel's five feet and three inches. But there's real power emanating from Castiel, rolling off like waves and leaving the air around them crackling. "I am trying to protect myself," Cas hisses.
It takes a fresh perspective for Dean to see what's been in front of his eyes all the while.
22 Jan 2013
"Well," Sherlock said, "don't just sit there. Pack your things!"
"Pack my…" John's eyes narrowed in confusion. "But…where are we going?"
Sherlock rolled his eyes and hopped up from the chair, rubbing his hands together excitedly. "Ottery St. Catchpole."
"You told Henry we weren't going," John said slowly, aware that he was stating the obvious.
"Of course we're going," Sherlock said brightly, dashing to his desk and rummaging through one of the drawers. "An unsolved murder, a werewolf, and a creepy old groundskeeper? I wouldn't miss that for the world!
Tourism is on the decline at the Burrow, now a museum of sorts celebrating the lives of the Weasley family. Are the odd rumors a bid to truss up some new tourists, or are they genuine?
- Part 7 of The Brave and The Cunning
Castiel had been watching humans since their humble beginnings, and he’d always thought their mindless rutting seemed dull and repetitious. To find that he’d been so incredibly wrong, that just the whisper of Balthazar’s lips against the pulse in his throat could make him gasp and scrape his fingers against the wall…
When Castiel tells Dean he's a virgin, he's technically telling the truth.