For the fake fic ask game, whichever one you prefer: 🐝 send me a fake fic title, and I’ll make up a summary for it!: Sticks and stones will break my bones: or 🐑 send me a fake set of fic tags, and I’ll try to come up with a summary for it!: Mission, Crossdressing, Consensual Possession, Time Travel
🐝Sticks and stones will break my bones
(Warning, this one contains mature content & is more of a snippet than a summary)
"I don't wanna be birched, I don't wanna feel like a naughty child," Sherlock pouted.
Louis didn't look down as he trailed his hand over Sherlock's bared rear, possessively palming his lover.
"But aren't you?" he challenged softly, feeling detective shiver against his touch. "Aren't you a naughty boy?"
Sherlock stiffened, flagging against Louis' thigh. As he pressed downwards to create friction, Louis allowed his nails to sink into the flesh under his hands, leaving small half-moon indentations in their wake.
Sherlock stilled.
"No," he denied. "Not naughty."
Louis' palm descended upon his cheek with a sharp, resounding clap.
"Not naughty," Sherlock repeated, although this time his voice strained. "You woul'n't wan' me if I be'aved."
(A night in with sherlouis, inspired by the song S&M by Rihanna)
🐑Mission, Crossdressing, Consensual Possession, Time Travel
Irene Alder was long dead. All of them were: Sherlock Holmes, Professor Moriarty, even Arthur Conan Doyle. Horseless carriages -- albeit sleeker, faster, and cleaner than Herder's original design -- dominated the streets of London. The Thames was clean, theatre could be recorded, peerage in the House of Lords could no longer be inherited, time travel was real, and Agent 007 still was the top man if you needed to secretly protect England from a foreign threat.
Need forces James to join with his modern counterpart, sharing a body and memories, to save London from its greatest existential threat yet.