Stolen from pretty much everyone at this point :)

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Tell me about a story I haven't written, and I'll give you between one and three sentences from that story.


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EDIT: Because it's me, I will try to keep it to 3 or less sentences, but it will probably be more like 6 or 7 xD

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Irene/Molly, you deserve appreciating

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Her fingers caress her thigh, worshipping her as they tip-tap ever ever near, and Molly squirms as they get close but not close enough, throwing her head back (and narrowly missing hitting Ms Adler in the nose).

She just laughs as she brushes her fingers over Molly's curls, her laugh ringing round the room.

"Oh Molly, let yourself be appreciated," she says, voice turning Molly's insides to molten heat as she eases one finger inside, cold and hot and slick and Molly melts.

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Bob/Mike, public image

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In public, Bob is a flaily-manic idiot who keeps mucking up broadcasts, never stays on topic and quite frankly cannot tell a joke to save his life.

In public, Mike is a hoping-to-be-suave-but-not-really-reporter, who keeps mucking up broadcasts, runs for his life far too often, and quite frankly made his own Press badge.

In private though, they're Bob and Mike (or Mike and Bob), two rather well-suited people who like the same food, the same wine, and most importantly, like each other, so nothing else matters.

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Mycroft/Lestrade, glass of wine

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The're both slumped in their chairs in silence, cradling empty glasses of wine as the evening wears on.

In time, the empty glasses will turn into full, and the silence will become chatter, and the evening will turn into mid-afternoon tea, lunch in the park, bickering at breakfast and love on the counter as one of them tries to prepare dinner.

But for now, they cradle empty glasses of wine, and try to work out what to say.

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HMS Angstalot, modern AU, sunglasses

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"I'll think you'll find gentlemen," says Beatty, lowering his sunglasses, "that it's murder most fowl."

Hardy and Nelson stare at him.

"Never watching CSI again."

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John/Sherlock, somebody loves you

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Someone in love is the latest text from her, and Sherlock rolls his eyes, taking the proferred cup of tea from John and settling in his chair to find something on the television that'll actually take more than five minutes to figure out.

Take a guess is the next one, John stiffening at the sound of the text alert as he starts typing on his blog again - probably their latest case, memorable if only because it took two days to solve instead of two minutes.

I'm sure he'd go for dinner, is the one after that, and Sherlock switches his phone on silent, staring pointedly at the tv screen.

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Blenkintravers, apologies

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"I'm - Old Bean, I'm -"

Blenkinsop brushes his fingers against the cold marble, and curls up as close as he can next to it, hugging his knees.

"I'm so sorry," he whispers, as the tears start to fall.

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Molly/Mycroft, pride

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It's not sex for her, it's the chance to be seen and recognised and appreciated for what she is worth, who she is and not what she is not.

And when Sherlock sees him escorting her out a restaurant, sees her smile and be happy and can't do a single thing to break it -

She feels on top of the world.

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Charles I/Cromwell, envy

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You want to speak like him, the dark voice, the true voice whispers as he watches the king debate easily with everyone, and so he learns to cut people down and build them back up with his words - but it's not as easy, people don't want to listen.

You want a family like his, the dark voice, the true voice whispers as he watches the king hug his wife and children and look content, and so he finds a wife, has children, but they don't make him feel happy.

You want to be him, the dark voice, the true voice whispers as he watches the king use his power, and so he takes his throne, takes his power, takes his life -

But he's still Cromwell.

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Irene/Sherlock/John, lust

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... They're both wearing their battle dresses.

Irene recrosses her legs.

Sherlock's long fingers tap on his phone as he texts.

And really, anyone would have whimpered as they both took a drag of their cigarettes.

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James Smith/Dick Turpin, modern AU

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It takes five texts from an unknown number, four drinks, three car chases, two rows and a thoroughly rough kiss for them to actually get together.

It only takes one e-mail for them to fall apart.

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Molly/Lestrade, wonderful tonight

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It's raining, it's pouring, it's fucking pissing down and her hair is ruined, one of her heels is broken and her makeup is running, all because of bloody Sherlock -

A hand touches her shoulder, she whirls round, and Lestrade is offering an umbrella with a small smile on his face.

"Wouldn't want to ruin your hair," he says, and for the first time since she left the flat this evening, she smiles.

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Molly/Moriarty, of teeth and bones and blood

Welp blood!play in here

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It's flashing teeth in the darkness, as he discovers she's a biter and he likes it.

It's gleaming bones in the bright light, as she discovers he's a fan of sex in the workplace and she likes it.

And it's the tang of blood in the lamplight, as they both discover how much they like the taste.

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It's an ordinary walk in the garden - the sun is shining, the bird are singing, and King Charles II and the Second Earl of Rochester are taking a nice, gentle, civilised walk.

Nothing could go -

"I'm obsessed with sex? I'm not the one going round calling myself Doctor Bendo and treating women's infertility by shagging them!"

"At least men rely on my word!"

"What the -"

... On second thoughts as the sound of a fight breaks out, everything can, has, and will go wrong.

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Vercingetorix/Julius Caesar, sheets

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Sheets are ridiculous - they tangle round their legs, Vercingetorix always makes fake togas from them so he can mock Julius, and quite frankly they're more trouble than they're worth.

Though he will admit, as Vercingetorix shuts the door behind him and drops the sheet wound round his body, they are rather good for easy access.

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Chothers, public nudity

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"Sire I really don't think this is appropria -"

"Sothers this is a nudist beach! Everyone's naked!"

"Not everyone is trying to have sex in the sand though!"

"And their lives are infinitely poorer for it. Now shush and fuck me."

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Irene/Sherlock, texting

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There are several draft texts on his phone, ranging from juvenile ("I'll have you for dinner. SH")to infuriating ("Oh come Ms Adler, you really think those lines will work? SH") to simple ("No. SH"), to almost normal ("Papers full of a certain diplomat found with his arse in the air begging for mercy. Thought of you. SH").

He never sends them though.

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Dick Turpin/James Smith, you were always my weakness

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You were always my weakness, he thinks as he's dragged to the gallows, smirk pasted on his face as he searches the croud for a glimpse of his betrayer.

You were always my weakness, he thinks as he stays in the shadows, watching Dick being dragged to his death, looking for him.

You were always my weakness, they both think, as their hearts break.

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Molly/Moriarty, remember who owns you

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"Remember who owns you," she whispers, hand tangling (pulling) his hair as her other tightens the collar round his throat.

"You don't make a move on Sherlock till I say," she says softly, slamming him onto his knees, eyes dark as she watches him catch his breath, watches him try to compose himself.

"Yes ma'am," he says with ragged, panting, lusting breath, leaning into her grip as she makes sure he'll do as he's told.

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Chothers, go back to bed

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"... Sothers?"

Sothers looks up from his notes.

"It's eight in the morning, come back to bed."

"Sire just because your day starts at mid-day doesn't mean that the rest of the world waits -"

His (faint) objections are halted by Charles' wonderful tongue, and really, work can wait another hour.

Or three, as Charles adds in his talented fingers.

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Irene/John, charm itself

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She's charm personified, he thinks as she settles down in a haze of perfume and smiles and attentiveness, leaning into his shoulder as she asks him about his day, and seems to smile just for him.

He's not too bad at this, she thinks as he puts down his laptop and pays attention to her, tilting his head at just the right angle to make the conversation infinitely more welcoming and intimate.

And it turns out, they're both pretty good at charming the other onto their back.

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HMS angstalot, true

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It's true that Nelson is far too dismissive of his peers, takes the risky option when he shouldn't, and pays for it with blood.

It's true that Hardy is almost loyal to the point of submissiveness, never says no (and if he does it's not loud enough), and pays for it in never getting the promotion he damn well deserves.

It's true that Beatty is far too defiant in his opinions, fights when he should run, never backs down, and pays for it with trials, sickness and spending half his life in a cramped hold with very little light.

But it's also true, that when you put the three of them together ...

Well.

You better hope they're on your side.

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Irene/Any customer, owning my sexuality

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"You - you whore!" spits one of her customers as he passes her on the street.

Irene merely wipes the saliva off her coat and continues walking with a smile, making a quick note on her phone.

His Lordship will need the tipped riding crop tonight ...

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Nelson/Beatty, get dressed

(So this is from the as-yet unwritten genderswap AU thingy that is rapidly growing in my brain)

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Beatty never says a word as he rebinds Nelson's chest, fingers smoothing the fabric down as professionally as he can as he winds it round and round, concealing Nelson for yet another day.

Nelson places her hand on Beatty's cheek as he nears her armpits, looking at him with that look he knows so well, and Beatty leans into it for a long moment, hands stilling on her ribs as he sighs into her shoulder.

"Hardy will be waiting for you," he eventually says, tucking the ends in and helping her pull on her shirt, professional as ever, pulling on his own as she tucks herself in, avoiding his gaze.

And if she takes a moment to let go of his hand as he passes her her jacket, and if he has to restrain himself from yelling and screaming that life isn't fair -

No one will know.

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Mycroft + Irene, we are fabulous

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They destroy countries with a single text.

They bring down villains and raise up heroes with a single call.

And their battle dresses, are quite frankly, mesmerising.



It's a wonder anything gets done at all.

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HMS Angstalot, a dog

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Surprisingly, Hardy is the one to say no to a dog, and he even manages to beat the combined puppy-eyes of Nelson, Beatty AND the six-week old border collie.

He even says no after Nelson and Beatty have given him the best orgasms of his life (even if they do say so themselves), and the puppy has tried to fetch his shoes and fallen over them.

So when Nelson and Beatty find him three days later sneaking food from the galley to the puppy, they feel entirely justified in exchanging a high five.