prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, OCs
Rating: Mature/R
Tags & Warnings: Vampire John, Angel Sherlock, Religious Themes, Demons, Vampires, Angels, Fallen Angels, Unhappy Ending, Revenge, Hell, Spiritual Corruption, John's life being all terrible all the time
Notes: A prequel to Graceless by belladonna_q, with her kind permission.

John learns, with clawing, bloody slowness, how to fend for himself. He learns the capacity to love wasn’t taken from him, or the need for it. He learns what it is to starve. To need things that aren’t given to him.

Hell is not a place, but a state. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, John Watson
Rating: PG-13
Tags & Warnings: Incest, dubious consent
Notes: Prompt from [ profile] missilemuse:
Background- Mycroft/Sherlock in a serious 'Holmesian' relationship since their teens. S-J epic friendship. I want John's reaction to the revelation/accidental discovery. Exact reaction up to you (but not too accepting or too offhand.) I mean John may be awesome but he's human. I'm sure this has been done before (though I haven't seen). Sorry for the boring prompt, but I read 'PHYSICS OF PRESENT TENSE' coupla days back, and the fact that John was oblivious to the end has left an itch under my skin.
Okay, so I don’t do Holmescest, so I didn’t approach this from the shipping direction, but the idea of an ill-considered relationship and John finding out and reacting to it was interesting.

In hindsight, John thought he must’ve been picking up signals all along, because when he caught the shared glance and flicks of elegant fingers between the Holmes brothers, he just knew.

He didn’t bring it up then; frankly, he wouldn’t have known where to start. In fact, he never brought it up at all. Sherlock did, two weeks later, over breakfast.

“You disapprove,” he said around his toast. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17
Tags & Warnings: Historical AU (Medieval), Historical Inaccuracy, Dubious Consent, Bondage, Secret Relationship, Corsetry, Outdoor Sex, Bathing/Washing, Period-Typical Homophobia, Internalized Homophobia, Religious Guilt, Master/Servant, Sexual Coercion
Notes: Props to my betas: hiddenlacuna, bachin221b, mydwynter, aria, deuxexmycroft, michi_thekiller. Lacuna and Deux, in particular, really take the credit for this story, since they both grabbed me at certain key points and shook me till I agreed not to delete it.

Historical inaccuracies in this story are mostly deliberate, because WTF history, why don't you let me do what I want?

John sprawls exhausted among the bedclothes, the air of the bedchamber icy against his damp skin, and watches the firelight flicker on the stone and tapestry walls. It cuts shadowed wells into the ceiling and glitters in the snow piling up outside the casement window, and turns the man stretched like a cat against John’s flank into a beautiful demon sculpted from fire and darkness.

Maybe it only reveals him for what he is. Devil. Man. Prince. Temptation taken mortal form. Self-recrimination is a constant, almost comfortable companion for John now.

Sherlock’s touch is hot, and soothes the chilled ache from John’s back. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Since I've had a couple of people tell me that Odalisque is getting a bit hard to navigate on the kink meme, I figured that an index post for the chapters would make it easier to track. I'll update this as new parts are posted, and leave comments on here so that you can get notified of updates if you track this post.

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Jim Moriarty, Mike Stamford, Molly Hooper, Sebastian Moran, Greg Lestrade
Authors: co-written by [ profile] bobrossanon and [ profile] prettyarbitrary
Rating: NC-17. In fact, if there's a rating above NC-17, it's that.
Warnings and Tags: I'm serious, this thing is fucked up and probably triggery as hell. dub-con, non-con, outright rape, mpreg, abortion, domestic abuse, sexual abuse, sexual slavery, forced marriage, forced feminization, mindfuckery, John!whump, Sherlock!whump, allthe!whump, BAMF!John, heinous!Moriarty, victimization, psychological torture, physical torture, gender shaming, sexual shaming, AU, NOT omegaverse, additional sexes, gender issues, social world-building, eventual bad guy death, Moran isn't getting any, John's getting too much, the fic where everybody's having sex and nobody wants it, authors made of soulless evil, created by horrible minds for horrible minds

Married off at 17, John's spent his adult life surviving his psychopathic demon of a husband. Jim wants John to carry his kids just as much as John doesn't. It's a hell of a balancing act, but John's managing to make it work...till Jim's new obsession, Sherlock Holmes, comes on the scene and fucks things up for everybody.

The prompt

On AO3

On the kink meme:

Chapter 1 (the initiating story post, by [ profile] bobrossanon)
Chapter 2 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary)
Chapter 3 ([ profile] bobrossanon)
Chapter 4 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary, additional warnings: anal masturbation, medfet/artificial insemination, a bit of medfet, non-con)
Chapter 5 ([ profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: spousal abuse, disturbing imagery)
Chapter 6 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary)
Chapter 7 ([ profile] bobrossanon)
Chapter 8 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary, additional warnings: depictions of abortion and emotional impacts thereof)
Chapter 9 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary and [ profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: extra non-con and rape imagery)
Chapter 10 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary and [ profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: extra non-con and rape imagery, discussion of abortion)
Chapter 11 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary and [ profile] bobrossanon, additional warnings: attempted sexual assault)
Chapter 12 ([ profile] prettyarbitrary and [ profile] bobrossanon)

'Poor John' by xitenshiix-2 on DeviantArt
'Gold and Kohl' by kmary on AO3
'Cover for Odalisque' by moonblossom on AO3
Illustration from Part XX by deuxexmycroft
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Illustration for chapter 3 of [ profile] bendingsignpost's Sherlock fanfic, Bel Canto (chapter 1, if you want to start reading).

Bel Canto fanart for Bendingsignpost
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes
Rating: PG
Tags and Warnings: AU, fantasy, Hiatus, angst
Notes: Written for [ profile] shefa for her Touchstone universe, with her permission. Partner piece to I leave a trail of breadcrumbs to show you where I've been.

When Sherlock comes to London, he visits his grave.

It’s selfish to come here like this, to take without giving, not to mention foolishly risky. But his friends—he may as well admitting to having them, now, since Moriarty already cut each of their names out of him in chunks—pile their hearts up in glittering pebbles before his headstone, and Sherlock can’t stop himself from coming here to feel the warmth he never let himself bask in when he had the chance.

It’s so lonely, this thing he’s doing. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t afford to share himself. He has no one close enough to him to touch his wishstones, to understand him. No true human contact, only the cold impersonality of common physical touch.

It’s as if he never met John, never learned how to open his heart. He spent so long unable to wish that now, with no one to reach out to, it doesn’t seem real that he can. Some days the panic chokes him, that it’s all in his head, that he’s forgotten how again, that there’s nothing left of him to share and no one waiting and no reason to come back home.

That’s why he has to return to his grave: to remind himself that it’s real. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: NC-17 (explicit m/m sex)
Tags and Warnings: Omegaverse, explicit m/m sex, fluff, mild relationship angst, 100% consensual!, there's even explicit sex/relationship negotiation!
Notes: Sequel to Serviceman
Next in the series: Line of Duty
You can find the originating prompt here.

Sherlock's a bit of a dick about the omega thing, but then he's a bit of a dick about everything. Even so, John doesn't venture where he knows he's not wanted.

“Army omega,” Sherlock sneers, tone conveying his real meaning of ‘slut.’

John grins into it, all teeth and challenge. “My parents always told me to hold out for a job I loved.” As though he hasn’t heard everything people have to say about army omegas. They can go fuck themselves. He’s proud of his service.

Not that Sherlock actually buys into any of that rubbish. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes (sort of)
Rating: PG-13 (death)
Tags and Warnings: Major character death. Deathfic. Trigger warnings for grief.
Notes: Written for the gift exchange, for a prompt from TheMuchTooMerryMaiden (aka toomerrymaiden on Tumblr). I...nominally held to it.

Massive, Mount Everest, tectonic-plate-sized props to my betas, thisprettywren, persian_slipper, and gelishan, without whom this flat-out wouldn't have gotten written. The word 'stalwart' is not sufficient to describe them.

Before you murder me for what you're about to read: you can find the sequel/companion piece, Final Hours on bendingsignpost's LJ.

In the end, John knew exactly where things had started to go wrong.

He doesn’t always need the cane, but he carries it because sometimes, when it gets cold, his right leg buckles. Gone are the days when it was psychosomatic. These days it’s arthritis.

It’s threatening rain today—in London, what a shock—and the knee has things to say about that, but John’s resisting the cane anyway. He’s 65, damn it, he’s not feeble. He can walk perfectly well, run when he needs to, carry things for the landlady.

So when he hears a woman cry out down a side street, nothing’s stopping him from running to her aid.
So when he hears a woman cry out down a side street, nothing’s stopping him from running to her aid. )
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Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: PG-13 (PTSD, wartime violence to children)
Tag and Warnings: gen, PTSD, flashbacks, wartime violence to children. Spoilers for Hound.
Notes: The prompt.

John still knows where he is, in a dimly-lit lab out of a Michael Crichton novel, but damned if that rattling noise doesn't remind him of gunfire in a hot zone, and the spots flooding his eyes are sun on the desert, burning his retinas.

It starts with the lights and the noise. John still knows perfectly well where he is. Where else would he be but in a spooky laboratory out of a zombie shoot 'em up game, chasing ghosts for Sherlock? But he can feel something shaking loose in the corners of his mind. Something familiar. For some reason it makes him think of nightmares. His pulse jumps but he's not sure why.

Or maybe he is, because that noise is hideous enough to give a bloke a stroke. What is this, some sort of sensory overload experiment? Crank up the lights and sound till some poor animal loses its mind and goes into neural collapse? John feels like he's about five minutes away from it, himself, and it's pissing him off. Studies about the varied and alarming psychological effects resulting from different pitches of sound flood his brain, but never mind, Watson, a few minutes won't kill you. Just leave. Maybe it's creeping him out but he's more likely to go deaf first than...what? He doesn't know. Vague childhood phobias roll over in the back of his mind. Closets lose their terror when you've seen first-hand what a botched beheading looks like.

Only when the door doesn't open...for a second he knows 'they' did it. )
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Characters: John Watson, Sherlock Holmes, Irene Adler
Rating: G
Tags and Warnings: Gen-ish, geniuses outsmart themselves, BAMF John, spoilers for "A Scandal in Belgravia"
Notes: The prompt in question.

No one ever asks John.

They don't want to know what he sees. They don't want to know what he thinks. They only ask his opinion when they already know he has the wrong answer and there's a point to be made from it. They—‘they' having expanded over the years to encompass not only Harry but also his adviser in med school, his commanding officers, Sherlock, Mycroft, various co-workers, some employees of Scotland Yard, and now from the looks of it Irene Adler wants in on the action—order him about, casually suborn his life, scathingly point out the large mathematical difference between their IQs and his when he gets so uppity as to try to weigh in on a conversation, and they sure as hell don't tell him anything.

By and large, John doesn't care. Hell, most of the time they're right, at least when it comes to the Holmes brothers. He seldom sees anything they don't. And John's self-esteem sure as hell doesn't depend on what other people think about him or, good god, Sherlock would've driven him to suicide by now. Which is a lesson he'd share with Molly if she'd only listen.

But sometimes... )
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Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes
Rating: PG-13 (language, offscreen torture)
Tags and Warnings: gen, offscreen torture, evil!Croft, emotional blackmail, h/c, poor John, poor Sherlock, this is a dark and ugly scenario
Notes: The kink meme prompt that prompted this. Poor Mycroft. I feel sort of bad for making him into this sort of bad guy, but I could see him having this sort of ruthlessness in him.

Whipping boy: historically, a child assigned to befriend a young prince, and take punishment for the prince's misbehaviors in his stead. Mycroft is intent on finding a way to make Sherlock listen.

Assault Mycroft, or go to John? In the red haze shrouding the world, the choice seems impossible. )
prettyarbitrary: (Fuzzy Cthulhu)
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: PG (on-screen death)
Tags and Warnings: Major character death, SAD SAD ALL THE CRIES, No happy endings! Seriously, only read this if you want to be depressed.
Notes: The kink meme prompt that prompted this.

In ten minutes Sherlock will live in a world with no John in it. Ten minutes is how long they have for everything.

John's respiration sounded terrible, like a bellows with a hole in. Sherlock had heard that sound once, when he'd visited a blacksmith's shop. There'd been a fight. A shovel had ruptured the bellows. It had sounded better than John's lungs, because the broken wheeze of the bellows hadn't made Sherlock want to vomit.

"I thought." John laughed a little, with what breath he could spare. Stop it, Sherlock wanted to beg. And, Please, don't stop laughing. Don't let it be your last. "I thought Afghanistan."

"I thought Moriarty," Sherlock admitted, bowing his head down alongside John's till their hair wove together.


Sherlock nodded. "When you grabbed him, my heart stopped. I thought you were a dead man."

Should've run, you fool. )
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Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson
Rating: PG-13 Tags and Warnings: gen, 5+1 fic, mild angst, focus on the friendship
Four places John can’t follow Sherlock, and one place Sherlock can’t follow John. )
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From What I've Tasted of Desire

Author: [ profile] prettyarbitrary
Rating: Er, PG due to a bit of foul language?
Archive: Knock yourself out!
Notes: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaate. hatehatehatehatehatehate
Warnings: Spoilers. Yeah, those spoilers. End of Secret Invasion. Also possibly an overdose of melodrama and general lack of quality. I wrote this because I was ticked off. I have no idea what I said.

Tony had always known it would end in tears, but he'd thought he might be able to keep it from ending in fire.

So much for that. )
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Somewhat randomly titled "Living in the Past," because I posted this someplace else where they like titles.

I've got so much Who-writing lurking about. Doctor Who always makes me think, and a lot of it is introspective or, like this, wondering what time is like for a Time Lord. Much of my blathering is incoherent, but this one came out in something approaching self-containment, so I figured, why not?

What humans don't understand about time, the Doctor thinks, is that everything that was or will be, is. Earlier, but now, Rose is being born. Later, but still now, Martha is old. At this moment, a young Jack Harkness is blissfully ignorant of his fate, Sarah Jane Smith is meeting a white-haired dandy, a Colonel who will be a Brigadier is fighting by the side of a cosmic hobo against robot yetis... All of it is happening right now. Time is just another set of coordinates.

Meaning that right now, somewhere, the Doctor is burning down the universe.
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And here's the other one. Because if Leo was doing a header into the self-blame, you know Raph couldn't have been far behind. Problem is, this one just kinda hit a brick wall and stopped--possibly because it was heading toward a crashing argument that would become one of those conversations that go on forever. My blasted muses never want to do anything but stand around and chat. This is why I can't write Coldfire fics. Bloody Tarrant and Vryce chatter like teenage girls at a slumber party.

But I liked Raph's voice and some of the imagery, so up it goes.

The ringing of metal drifted out of the training room. )
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This did not turn out the way I wanted. :P In my head, the conversation ended with a lethally cute pile of sleeping turtles (with Leo on the bottom, probably, so he couldn't run away from the comfort without waking up his brothers, nyah). It would have been fluffier and less melodramatic than this, but while I was writing, certain key sentences escaped, and I had to make do with whatever words I could beat out of the surrounding shrubbery to stand in.

But I shall post it anyway, because 1: humility is good for the soul, 2: I won't learn from my failures if I pretend they don't exist, 3: maybe I'll like it better in a couple of weeks, and 4: at least it's Turtle-fic.

Essentially, this happened because I'm a few episodes past Exodus now, and while it's cute to see Leo so desperately angst-ridden, it strikes me that a couple of the others would surely have claimed their own demons from it.


Donatello couldn't sleep. )


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