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Prompting Part XXXII
Giggles at the Palace
Please check the Sticky Post to find the newest active part and post your prompts there.

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  • Multiple fills are encouraged, and all kinds of fills are accepted! Fic, art, vids, cosplay, interpretive dance — whatever. Go wild! :D
  • Don’t reprompt until TWO parts after the last posting of the prompt.
  • RPF (real person fic, i.e. fic involving the actors themselves) is not supported at this meme.
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Dr. Seuss Crackish fusion?

So Sherlock and Co. wake up in an entirely Dr. Seussified world.

Except that John is the only one who notices. Hilarity and confusion and ridiculous rhyming ensues.

johnlock-overstimulation, hyper sensitive

Just read a very hot little comic by RockGaara. And now I'd love a fill like this:
John fucks Sherlock and then gets fucked by Sherlock.

+5 For impressively toppy!John when he is fucking Sherlock.

+10 For Sherlock taking his pleasure quite forcefully from John when he tops and both loving it.

+1000 bonus that will make me love you: John is overstimulated and Sherlock is super sensitive so their both in doing this weird pain-pleasure sex and both want to stop and keep going. At one point them just stopping for a break while one is still inside the other would be great.

Re: johnlock-overstimulation, hyper sensitive

hnnng! Yes please!


Au: Werewolves exist. They must be registered. Used as domestic slaves when human and chained when they turn. The best are highly prized by "Collectors" who use them not only as domestic slaves but as sexual slaves. When they turn(they can follow commands but are basically feral), the collectors will send them to kill , fight amongst themselves, force them to have sex, etc. Collecting is illegal.

Sherlock is a "consulting" werewolf hunter. Helping the professionals find rogue werewolves, and those that are registered, who have been found, and used, by Collectors. He also helps find Collectors. He can always tell a werewolf the moment he meets them...until now.

John is unique. He has hidden the fact that he's a werewolf since he was a child. He is fully aware and in control when he turns. He decides to live with Sherlock not only because he is strangely drawn to him but because Sherlock has no knowledge that he's a werewolf...and what better place to "hide" than at a know werewolf hunters?
Enter Moriarty...He is a werewolf hunter too...for Collectors. Oh, what a surprise when he learns that the man he is a "fan" of has the greatest werewolf to exist. A loyal pet...and Sherlock doesn't even know.


Warning: Sherlock may cause hair loss

The entire Holmes family has lovely heads of hair. Sherlock has unfortunately caused premature balding in his older brother. Mycroft makes the connection and lets Sherlock know.

Mycroft has the perfect posture.

Mycroft bets someone he can hold a book (apple. Glass of wine?)on his head the entire way through a blow job.


Awesome? I think so.

Sherlock'll Be Home For Christmas

So… I am not a big fan of fluff or Christmas… but this idea has been growing in my mind and I really really want to see this: typical post-reunion fic based on the lyrics from “I’ll be Home for Christmas.”

"I'll be home for Christmas
You can count on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree

Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I'll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams"

John is really beginning to pick up the pieces after Sherlock’s death and to prove to himself (and his therapist) that he’s managing; he’s hosting a small get together on Christmas Eve. He decorates a bit and invites over Lestrade, Mrs. H, Molly, and his new girlfriend Mary (who he met at grief counseling.) There’s music, food, drink, and good company. Part way through the party, John hears the doorbell ring so he excuses himself to check on it. …and there’s Sherlock soaking up the light and warmth and familiar voices from the open door… with a big puppy in his arms, a ribbon tied around its neck.

“Merry Christmas, John.”

Cheers, Love.

A Home For Christmas mini-fill

There’s a blizzard raging outside, and husband is working. The lights have blinked, but we still have power at present. It seemed … appropriate. I’m sorry, OP - it’s just … how it wanted to be written. Teeth-rotting fluff. Something about the ending, though, ugh. It makes me sad. You’ll understand why.

He ignores the bite of chill against his fingers and the fact he’s almost not able to feel his toes. And waits.
The last one - the very last wall between him and the life he wishes to return to. The thin man with the thick gloves raises the gun and fires.

It’s muffled by the snow, but it still sounds like a thunderclap.
He pants, sighing in relief. Not caring about the blood that blemishes the white blanket across the alley. He’s too tired for any tears - and besides - they’d freeze before they even knew air.

He fumbles for the phone in his pocket, nearly frozen with icicles. It’s done.

What remains unspoken to his contact, but Mycroft should be able to catch the meaning: I’m coming home.

Home. Baker Street. Cocoa. Tea.
Trivial things before, they aren’t now.

There’s a car to pick him up in a ten minutes, a two-hour long flight that probably should have been cancelled because of the wind they encounter.

Sherlock makes his greetings to his brother brief, albeit a firm handshake, a clap on the shoulder, simple.
No particular words need to be exchanged.

It’s probably in the terminal that he changes out of his ragged clothes, into the familiar coat that is not quite the same as the one he had before - but then, John had kept that anyway. Sentiment.

London’s blizzard soon dies down, though the snow is still thickly falling.

“Stop the car,” he orders, almost flinging himself out of the moving vehicle.

There’s a red ribbon - and if it hadn’t been for that Sherlock might not have seen it.
“Bulldog mix, maybe ah - five months?” he says aloud to himself, bundling the whimpering, shivering thing in his coat.

Sherlock has gotten a bit odd with strays - but this one, he supposes he can keep instead of turning in to safety.

Mycroft tuts a bit, but more in the way that their father used to, a sort of reproachful fondness that Sherlock - typical - ignores.

“I don’t suppose you’ll want to come…up to the mansion then?” Mycroft says.

That’s not home, Sherlock almost bites. “You could always come… here,” he says instead, threading his fingers over the pup's damp hair. “Perhaps our bruises would match.” There is a strange smile on his face that his brother has not seen in years, perhaps Mycroft smiles too - or maybe he’s just snuffling against his handkerchief.

Sherlock wades through the snow…


John pours another glass, smiling at Mrs. Hudson who’s laughing at one of Molly’s poor jokes about the morgue.
Greg just shakes his head at him.

The doorbell rings and John does a headcount. “Shouldn’t be expecting anyone else,” he mumbles. “Unless…”

He opens the door, to a face he thought he’d never see again.

Sherlock’s smiling at him awkwardly.
“Um, Happy Christmas?” he’s clearly not expecting a warm welcome, but there’s a bundle under his coat that’s peeking out it’s little cold wet nose.

“Get in out of the cold you wanker, you’ll catch chill.” John hasn't quite processed fully the implications. Or maybe he thinks it's the wine until he's shut the door and got a good look.

The black car is bathed in light as the door closes behind Sherlock.

Mycroft simply nods to the driver to pull away, smiling to himself.
“Happy Christmas, Sherlock.”

The one where Sherlock meets Derren Brown

And then things and stuff.

Passive-aggressive John

Sometimes when he's upset, John gets all passive-aggressive. Does it bother Sherlock at all when this happens, or does he just pragmatically accept John's snippy concessions?

I'd prefer to see this play out as gen, with bonus points for a Mycroft cameo where he makes clever or insightful comments (up to you whether he's sniping or sympathetic).

John/Sherlock (or any/any)- Fighthing over who tops...with a twist

John is usually tired what with work , Sherlock, and his PTSD keeping him awake and thus really likes it when Sherlock tops , especially from the bottom. Sherlock is a lazy fuck who likes all the attention on him even if he himself is ignoring his partner (having sex helps him concentrate because he is not lusting after his partner and the rocking motion, if slow and steady, helps him when in his mind palace). So, he likes his partner topping.

John and Sherlock have a problem now.

*FEEL FREE TO CHANGE JOHN AND SHERLOCK TO WHOEVER ELSE. I love any pairings even het! Genderbent however is not my cup of tea.

+20 Sherlock tries discussing his problems with someone. While others are around. John does this with his therapist or Mycroft because s/he annoys him too much one day. Poor woman/man.
+100 If Sherlock tries tricking John into topping and John's having none of it.

Warning for sucide ideation. Mycroft/John, Mycroft/anyone, John/anyone.

Mycroft pretends to be suicidal to help suicidal!John. Maybe post reichenbach.

Mycroft knows that if he offers help, John will refuse it. So he pretends to be suicidal - that he understands how John may feel, and also to give John something to focus his mind on. Mycroft knows that John is too caring to ignore someone who's obviously suffering, so he makes himself the center of John's attention by pretending to be suicidal. Maybe he manipulates people around him who may contact John for help, like Anthea or Lestrade, I don't know. It's all up to you.

Any pairing is equally welcome. But I'd like this to be about Mycroft and John and their relationship(what kind of relationship it may be).

Re: Warning for sucide ideation. Mycroft/John, Mycroft/anyone, John/anyone.


I don't think I could write it at the moment, but this could be an amazing and painful/lovely fic.

Omegaverse, Mycroft/anyone, Omega!Mycroft

Omega!Mycroft has been bonded for years now. He has his own bondmate. He doesn't hide the fact that he's an Omega, because he's proud that he has come this far while being an Omega.

But he doesn't want others to know that he needs an Alpha like any other Omegas. So he always hides the fact that he's bonded. It works, most of the time.

The rest is up to you.

I can't fly, I haven't got my wings (Reprompt)

Since it's Christmastime, it seems an appropriate reprompt. Originally here: http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/19743.html?thread=118317343&#t118317343

"Sherlock watches John weeping at his grave and, bewildered and uncomfortable by this new emotion of guilt, recklessly wishes that he'd never been born. After all, if they'd never known him, his friends wouldn't be suffering now, right?

He didn't plan on his wish being granted - or on him being allowed to see what a world without Sherlock Holmes would be like.

Is Moriarty running the world? Is Mycroft? Is Lestrade stuck in a dead-end position as a DS with Anderson running NSY? Is Mrs. Hudson's husband still alive? And John... well, any anon who takes on this story gets to decide about poor John.

TL;DR version: Sherlock gets the "It's a Wonderful Life" treatment.

Gen please, lovely nonnies."

Re: I can't fly, I haven't got my wings (Reprompt)


J/S jockstrap

Sexytiems with John or Sherlock wearing a jockstrap, please. Bum worshipping welcome!

Sally 'babifies' Sherlock (TW: Ageplay, nappies, manipulation, humiliation)

Inspired a little by Fireofangels' "Gamed":

Sally loves humiliating Sherlock. What she really wants is for Sherlock to be completely submissive to her and dependent on her and others. And, secretly, Sherlock wants the same.

One day she manages to get him to come round to her house where she drugs his drink, which causes him to shit himself and Sally 'looks after' him; calling herself 'Mummy', spanks him for making a mess and basically starts regressing him, treating him more and more like a child until she puts him in nappies and treats him like a baby. She even sets up a nursery for when he comes round.

And Sherlock, though humiliated and shocked to start, just sort of goes along with it because a part of him likes having Sally treat him like this and being her baby. So he ends up going round to her house at least once a day to let her regress him further while the rest of the time he acts as normal.

Bonus: John finds some adult nappies at 221b and Sherlock breaks down, explaining to him what's been going on - and John finds he's intregued and wants to have a go at looking after 'Baby Sherlock'.


John picks up a very violent and disturbed stalker.

hrng not sure if want
decided i want

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