Sherlock-Good Omens is a prompt I still owe alasse-m (sorry, alasse!). Here are the contents:
Prompt: Sherlock/Good Omes Xover. The first time John met War, he tried to hit on her.
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The woman was incredible.
John’d never seen anything like her. Blood-red hair like a banner, green eyes sharp and gleaming like emeralds. Her body encased in form-fitting motorcycle leathers that…Christ. He thought he wanted to peel them off her. But maybe he’d rather she leave them on.
“Dead body, John, please focus.”
“Sherlock, she rides a motorcycle.” A sleek European monster of a motorcycle; the kind that looked like it was just waiting for you to make the wrong move so it could kill you.
John was trying, he really was. Honestly, he wasn’t sure what was wrong with him. He never had this much trouble concentrating just because a pretty woman was nearby. But then again, usually they weren’t dressed head to foot in moulded-on red leather. And usually they weren’t quite this calm after witnessing a relentless, fatal beating. But there she stood, their witness, eyes periodically flicking casually to the body over the shoulders of the police who were interviewing her, and then skipping up to meet John’s with an amused, knowing glint that made his blood catch fire. It wasn’t sex. It was better than that. It was dangerous.
Sherlock finally pushed himself up to his knees with a snarl and tore his attention away from his exciting new murder. “If you insist on being this hopeless, then make yourself useful, go talk to her, and stop getting drool on my corpse!”
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I’ve been having trouble figuring out where it goes from there. Let’s see, I don’t remember what Sherlock-Pregnant was… Oh, it’s a kink meme prompt for pregnant omega!John. And I started writing it because no one sane likes mpreg and that’s like waving a stick covered in chocolate at me.
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Sherlock can’t help himself; John just looks so good pregnant.
Belly swollen at about six months, John walks in from the kitchen with a slow, stately stride and sinks down into the sofa cushions next to Sherlock with a sigh of relief. “Feet hurting?” Sherlock asks solicitously. When John hums in confirmation, Sherlock pulls one of his feet up to rub at it.
He bends and kisses the instep of John’s foot, feeling his own arousal stirring, and gives it a coquettish lick. John snorts with ticklish amusement. “I know how to take your mind off your pains for a little while,” Sherlock suggests slyly.
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Serviceman-Heats is proooobably going to be the next Serviceman installment. Well. It’s complicated, actually. Serviceman-Heats is going to be chaptered—five chapters, most likely, each one detailing a significant heat in John’s past. I’ve got the first chapter finished. I set it aside for a bit to work on Odalisque and MSW, but I should pop that open and work on it some more. I have this sense that I need to write this in order to be able to finish the next S/J installment of Serviceman (the direct sequel to Pro Bono). I think the events in the last chapter of Heats might play a significant role in the Pro Bono sequel.
So probably once I get Heats done, I will start posting chapters, and then post the Pro Bono sequel somewhere in the middle.