Mechanically Inclined - by DirtyCorzaHarkness 8/?

Mechanically Inclined bit 8

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Sherlock gave a small sigh, turning to lean against the side of the car as he watched John’s hands start to roam. “There was a bit of a chase. Thankfully, she handles like a dream, or I wouldn’t have made it out alive. However, I had to take an alternate route to get back onto the main road.”

John nodded, finger moving down the slope of the hood as he looked for the latch under the edge with his fingers. “Let’s open her up and see what I can do. Though, depending on the extent of the beating, I won’t let you leave with her until I’m done. Even if it’s something minor to fix, I’ll usually have to move something to get at it.”

Sherlock nodded, moving quickly to open the door and find the lever to pop the hood. 

"And don’t you dare slam the door, or I will keep you here for a week, mechanical reason or no."

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\o/  Squeee!  Enjoying this so much! <3

Mechanically Inclined - by DirtyCorzaHarkness 7/?

Mechanically Inclined bit 7

previous bits

Sherlock flinched at John’s words. “I’m not some postal worker or delivery man. I don’t have any requirements for my vehicle other than that it be comfortable for me. This car is by far the most comfortable thing I’ve ever driven.”

John shook his head, fingers drifting to trace the line of the hood. “I can imagine. Now, we can argue semantics and your intelligence or lack thereof all day, or you can tell me what’s really wrong with her. Problems switching gears? That’s a poor excuse if I’ve ever heard one, so tell me what really happened to her that you need an expert for.” John let his palms rest on the cooling metal of the car, not even glancing at the other man.

"What makes you think that was a lie?"

"She’s a Reichenbach. The only person I’ve ever known to actually use his is Mike and that’s because… he’s in a certain business, and their concept cars have added perks."

Sherlock gave a small nod. “You’re as smart as he said you were. Though, of course, my business isn’t quite the same as his. I’m not nearly so official.”

John’s lips quirked up into a small smirk. “Clearly. Just as you haven’t had the same training if someone managed to do something to an M series Reichenbach on your watch. Don’t make me ask again, what happened?”

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OMG OMG, YES!  You’re going there… oh, I hope, you are… you are.  I adore you with squeeful flailing!

*does*

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hiddenlacuna replied to your post “Domesticity Meme - Jeeves and Wooster - #1 How Did They First Kiss?”

What’s the combination of squee and swoon again? Oh right. SQUOOOOOOOOOON! Madam, I adore you.

Squoon!  I LIKE IT!  And I am delighted that you enjoyed the ficcery.

Thank you very much!  I am grinning with my whole face!

Domesticity Meme - Jeeves and Wooster - #1 How Did They First Kiss?

tygermama chose the Jeeves & Wooster fandom, pairing: Jeeves/Wooster.
The first question she chose was: #1 How did they first kiss?

Srsly, tygermama, you can’t be slipping the Muse those extra strength Muse Treats all the time, it’s murder on my poor keyboard.  ;p

[LJ] [AO3]

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Bertie And The Unexpected Labial Press

Bertie always gets a dreamy-eyed expression when he contemplates the first time his lips and Jeeves’ lips first met. He doesn’t really get the opportunity to tell the tale much, if at all…

It was two days before the end of a week-long visit with Aunt Agatha; a visit fraught with three separate fillies angling—or the angling being done on their behalf—to become Mrs. Wooster.  It was as near a thing as near things could be, with Jeeves’ enormous fish-fed brain working like billy-o, Aunt Agatha breathing fire and shooting lightning out of her eyes, one love-struck constable and an overprotective sea captain taking turns threatening Bertie with grievous bodily harm every time he turned around, and all three beazels changing their minds every other minute on whether he was meant to be a fake fiancé or the genuine article.  It was so bad even the inestimable Jeeves, himself had a moment’s confusion; sending Bertie to the room where the very prospective ball and chains he’d been avoiding were cuddled up before the fire, consoling one another over the difficulties of catching that Wooster chap in their clever traps.  

Well, Bertie’d initially thought they were consoling one another over Bertie, but… well, he’s never told anyone but Jeeves all the particulars, because it just wouldn’t be at all preux to mention his glimpse of unbuttoned blouses and lip rouge stains smeared upon the curves of barely-hidden breasts. However, it seemed neither of the beazels really believed him when he’d assured them of his discretion. Funnily enough, Jeeves was ready with the perfect solution, right off the top of his brilliant head, and Bertie let the two ladies ‘bribe’ him by promising to never breathe a word of what he knew.

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Mechanically Inclined - by DirtyCorzaHarkness 1-6/?

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1. John frowned, arms crossed over his chest as he watched this “Holmes” drive his car into the shop. The poor car deserved a better handler.

2. “Well?” The man asked as he got out of the car, the door slamming shut behind him with a bang loud enough John winced in sympathy for the poor beautiful thing.

"You do knows cars like this are more than just toys, don’t you? You need to respect her."

3. Sherlock rolled his eyes. “‘She’? It doesn’t have feelings, it’s a mechanical device used for transportation. However, it stopped transitioning smoothly between gears and I was told you were the best mechanic this side of the Atlantic. So here I am.”

4. John nearly snarled at the suited man. “A car is far more than just another piece of machinery. You have to care for it or it won’t care for you.” He stomped up to Sherlock, hands clenched in fists at his side. “And this? This is definitely a lady.”

5. Sherlock’s eyebrow raised sceptically. “And what gives you that idea?”

“Look at the lines on her.” John gestured at the car as he spoke. “Simple, yet fluid. And as you drove in she was just over a gentle hum, hiding the power she has under the hood.”

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[Continued in a submit so I can make things longer if I need to. ;) ] - Corza

[I’ve added the previous bits to the front, so it’s all in order thus far. \o/ ] - Random

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6. Sherlock sighed, rolling his eyes. “Mister Watson. I’m not here to discuss pet theories on why you think any car might be one gender or another even though it is clear they are things and thus it has no gender. I came here because my dear friend Mike Stamford said you were the only man he’d trust with a car from Reichenbach Motors.”

John gave a shrug, turning away from Sherlock to fully face the beautiful car. “It’s high praise, especially from Mike. He owns three of their previous concept cars. Unlike some people, he doesn’t have to see a mechanic about it only six months after making the purchase. What exactly do you do in this car?”

"I drive it. My work keeps me on the road a lot."

"So you decided ‘Oh yeah, I’ll buy a Reichenbach concept car. That’s practical’? You’re an idiot. A rich idiot, but still an idiot."

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Sherlock’s eyebrow raised skeptically. “And what gives you that idea?” “Look at the lines on her.” John gestured at the car as he spoke. “Simple, yet fluid. And as you drove in she was just over a gentle hum, hiding the power she has under the hood.”

Awww yissss!

Ready for more if you’ve got any, m’dearie!

<3

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John nearly snarled at the suited man. “A car is far more than just another piece of machinery. You have to care for it or it won’t care for you.” He stomped up to Sherlock, hands clenched in fists at his side. “And this? This is definitely a lady.”

*bouncing eagerly and squeaking with glee*

(I have to hit the hay, my dear Corza. I’ll definitely post anything more you and your muse cook up when I’m free tomorrow!  Just assume I’m making grabby hands in my sleep. ;D  Hee!)

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Sherlock rolled his eyes. “‘She’? It doesn’t have feelings, it’s a mechanical device used for transportation. However, it stopped transitioning smoothly between gears and I was told you were the best mechanic this side of the Atlantic. So here I am.”

EEEEEE!!!!!  \o/  Yessssss!  Squee!

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John frowned, arms crossed over his chest as he watched this “Holmes”drive his car into the shop. The poor car deserved a better handler.

\o/ Yesssss!  Just a contemplative nibble or do you think there’s more in the making? 

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No pressure…

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lovelylaceandlilac:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

Best kink meme prompt ever. (Sadly unfilled.)

UNFILLED?  Gadzooks!  That’s a crime! This needs to be a fic!
I’d actually hoped the image was also a link.  Linky goodness, please?

I should have made it a link!  I’ll go back and fix.  Here’s the original prompt:
http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/15253.html?thread=85435797#t85435797

Woots!  Thanks, mrv3000!  So now we have lovely linky goodness! 
And, I reiterate: This needs to be a fic!  *applies hint hammer to all writerly folks in range*  K’BONG!  Please grab an ice pack and some Muse Treats as you go.
;D

Finished it!
http://archiveofourown.org/works/2033115
This was actually a pretty fun exercise. As someone who has been struggling with writers block taking a plunge into a little insanity isn’t necessarily a bad thing.


YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!  The prompt has been filled most excellently by lovelylaceandlilac!  \o/  Woohoohoo!  Go read it, peeps, it&#8217;s a hoot!

lovelylaceandlilac:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

random-nexus:

mrv3000:

Best kink meme prompt ever. (Sadly unfilled.)

UNFILLED?  Gadzooks!  That’s a crime! This needs to be a fic!

I’d actually hoped the image was also a link.  Linky goodness, please?

I should have made it a link!  I’ll go back and fix.  Here’s the original prompt:

http://sherlockbbc-fic.livejournal.com/15253.html?thread=85435797#t85435797

Woots!  Thanks, mrv3000!  So now we have lovely linky goodness! 

And, I reiterate: This needs to be a fic!  *applies hint hammer to all writerly folks in range*  K’BONG!  Please grab an ice pack and some Muse Treats as you go.

;D

Finished it!

http://archiveofourown.org/works/2033115

This was actually a pretty fun exercise. As someone who has been struggling with writers block taking a plunge into a little insanity isn’t necessarily a bad thing.

YEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!  The prompt has been filled most excellently by lovelylaceandlilac!  \o/  Woohoohoo!  Go read it, peeps, it’s a hoot!

Audience Participation: Fic-Writing Edition

tygermama:

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Taken from someone else on another network, deemed too good not to use.

Ask me a question about one of my fics or series. It can be absolutely anything in any project and I will tell you the honest-to-goodness answer (even on the progress/plans for next chapters of current series).

Don’t hold back. Whatever you ask, I’ll answer as truthfully and as completely as possible. You can also ask about my writing as a whole, if you like.

Here are my works (AO3 linkage).

what the hell

my stuff is here: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Tygermama/works

Sure, why not?  Me on AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/users/Random_Nexus/works

Did you ever write a fic in wich Sherlock fucked a chocolate cake? Or was that someone else?
Anonymous

Yes, I did, in fact, write a fic in which Sherlock fucked a chocolate cake, while John peripherally participates.  That was me.  It’s called…

(lovely cover art by moonblossom)

You may read it HERE if you like. 

Just so you know, if it’s not obvious by the title and the whole ‘Sherlock fucking a cake’ thing, the fic is crackalicious and not meant to be taken seriously in any way, shape, or form.

Thanks for asking, though; if you read it, I hope you get a kick out of it.  ;D

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Beeblock - MH & GL

MH

Although he, of course, could recall the conversation with Gregory word for word if necessary, Mycroft hadn’t accorded it his full and focused attention; busy, as he was, with anticipating a multitude of variables as well as juggling his personal and dual work schedules for the following week to see that nothing important was left unaddressed.  Consequently, the question about whether he’d eaten dinner had passed as a curiosity of casual conversation until Gregory was standing before him at the door with an immediately recognisable takeaway bag in one hand and dressed more like the sort who’d be delivering said takeaway than a member of New Scotland Yard’s key personnel.  Mycroft led him upstairs in a distracted sort of fugue, belatedly deducing the significance of the dinner question, as well as his previous knowledge that Gregory owned a motorcycle; certainly Mycroft had seen surveillance images of the man driving it, but some portion of his brain—distracted as it was—seemed to have tagged this information with new significance.  Irritating, Mycroft labelled it for the time being, since delving into it further just now wasn’t feasible.

Reaching the study, Mycroft held the door for Gregory and closed it firmly after he’d entered, giving himself the internal equivalent of a light cuff ‘round the ear as a number of lesser details added up belatedly.  He made a soft ‘tsk’ sound at himself before saying briskly, “How rude of me.  Let me take your coat, Gregory.”

GL

He even idly bent and unbent the sock-covered toes of his uppermost foot as he chewed, suddenly reminding Greg of Sherlock and that habit of his, wriggling his toes against the arm of his sofa like two half-formed anemones.  The motion of Mycroft’s foot was more like the curling and uncurling of a cat’s tail.

“Now I’m almost afraid to think what you would consider too problematic,” muttered Greg, distractedly wondering if Mycroft’s toes were long and spidery like his brother’s.

“No need to bother with that just now,” Mycroft assured him easily.  “Best eat your food before it’s gone too cold to enjoy.”  As if to provide a proper example, Mycroft finished his dumpling.

“Easy for you to say,” grumbled Greg, though he sat up a bit and reclaimed his bowl. 

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Sherlock Holmes (Ritchie Films) - JW/MM & SH

Within a matter of weeks, Holmes was out most evenings, occasionally not returning till the wee hours or even dawn.  Not much later, he was gone for three days, his only explanation when Watson asked was that he was working on the final part of the endeavour which had moved him to let everyone think him dead for all this time.

Soon Holmes was gone more often than he was present in the Watson home, and the guest room began to take on the faint scent of cigarette smoke with an undercurrent of a sweeter kind of smoke, one Watson couldn’t place at first, but then recalled quite vividly upon seeing a round rough-silk cap with a braided queue affixed to the back.  Holmes was making use of his Chinese immigrant disguise, which usually meant he was seeking out London’s opium dens for information.

Watson had never fully believed those disguised visits to be strictly about information, but he had no proof to the contrary, other than that Holmes would often find them necessary to some case or other around the same time he had spent some time in agitation over some trouble or problem; he might never have confided the sources to Watson, but he clearly underestimated how well Watson had come to know him.  Watson did not observe in the manner Holmes’ brilliance led him to do; no, Watson’s observations were those of a friend, and a doctor.  

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Cabin Pressure/Harry Potter - Martin Crieff, Ron Weasley, & Characters Yet To Be Named By The Muse

“So, you’ll be at loose ends for a while, then?” Ron asked, sounding half-distracted due to his dedicated attentions to his triple-scoop of ice cream.  

Martin shrugged, feeling glum, despite the pleasure of a visit from one of his ‘distant cousins’ as his mum liked to say.  Who could predict G-ERTI’s losing a second engine to a bird-strike after the unexpectedly convoluted hijinx that had gone into replacing the first one, which had lost the fight with a goose just above St. Petersburg? 

“Dad said you were making extra money with a removals business?”  Ron had his head tilted at a painful-looking angle, but Martin caught his cousin’s gaze on him.  Everyone always underestimated Ron as an adult, since he’d been such a pillock throughout much of his teen years, but Martin knew better.

“What’s this really about, Ron?” Martin finally asked without disguising his suspicion.

random-ficcery:

Title: The Shapes Of Affection (Also on AO3)
Rating: PG
Fandom: Maleficent (2014 film)
Characters/Pairings: Diaval, Maleficent, Aurora, Phillip
Word Count: 1,822
Disclaimer: I sure as heckabetsy am not Walt, or his clone, and I’m doing this for fun, not profit.
Spoilers: YES….

hey there! I've noticed that you (and other well known bloggers) often have followers asking you if you can help them find a fic that they've forgotten the name of, and if you don't know then you get your followers to help out. this inspired me to make a lil side blog, thatonesherlockfic, for people who want to find old fics they've read >< the idea is that i'll see if i can remember reading it, and if not then followers can help out:D it would be great if you could post this to spread the word!
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anotherwellkeptsecret:

AHH! This blog is going to be very useful! Thank you for letting me know. <3

This is a brilliant idea!  \o/