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20 September 2012 @ 11:17 pm
Memeage Again  
Once again stolen from guardian_chaos

Pick a trope from this list and provide a fandom/pairing, and I’ll tell you something about the story I’d write for that combination (i.e. write a snippet from the story or write not!fic or tell you the title and summary for the story I would write)

1. rule 63/presentation play/sex and/or gender-bending.
2. bodyswap
3. drunk!fic
4. huddling for warmth
5. pretending to be married
6. secretly a virgin
7. amnesia
8. cross-dressing
9. forced to share a bed
10. truth or dare
11. historical AU
12. accidental-baby-acquisition
13. apocalypse fic
14. telepathy
15. High School / College AU

I'm happy to tackle any of these, but will likely make all 13's happy and any smuttish prompts will probably stay Gish.
Current Mood: cheerfulcheerful
The Writer They Call Tay: SHERLOCK: Watson giggleawanderingbard on September 23rd, 2012 10:38 pm (UTC)
Went for 5 with a bonus Sherlock cameo.

"We should probably have ri--" John was cut off as Mycroft's assistant produced velvet jewelry case and flicked it open to reveal a pair of matching wedding bands. "Right. Good. Great." He took the men's ring and slid it onto his left hand. It fit perfectly and John was slightly creeped out by how much planning Mycroft seemed to have put into this operation. "And are we going by a pseudonym, or are you Mrs Watson?"

"Mrs Watson will be fine," she said, pausing briefly in her texting to put the other ring on her finger.

"I should probably know your real name then, because I'm not being one of those soppy husbands who calls their wife 'Mrs Watson', or darling or something," John said.

She smirked down at her mobile. "What did I say my name was the first time we met?" she asked.

"Uh, Anthea," John said.

"Really? Well, Anthea will be fine then," she said, looking amused.

"You'll need to be put that away," John said, as the car rolled to a stop in front of the hotel where the hostage was being held. "Because I would hope that we could find better entertainment on our honeymoon than you texting all the time."

"You seem to have a very high opinion of your stamina," she said.

"I could show you sometime and you can decide for yourself," he offered.

His mobile beeped and he looked down at it to find that Sherlock had texted.

Stop flirting - SH

John sometimes marvelled at Sherlock's ability to sense when he was trying to get laid and put a stop to it.

Edited at 2012-09-23 10:38 pm (UTC)
rodlox: going to hugrodlox on September 24th, 2012 12:10 am (UTC)
mwahaha! (though i bet Sherlock bugged Watson's clothes just in case)

awesome tale you've told. thank you.

>and you can decide for yourself,"
seems equitable.

>It fit perfectly and John was slightly creeped out by how much planning Mycroft seemed to have put into this operation.
Mycroft probably views it as a modern-day Mincemeat. that or Mycroft's planning a trial run for the real wedding of either John or Anthea.

a splendid storylet.