By the time everyone finally showed up, the entire apartment was starting to feel cramped.
“So wait,” Scott threw a hand out, looking just as confused as everyone else after Derek‘s explanation, “are you engaged or not?”
“I was,” Derek tried again, “before my family died, I was supposed to marry the daughter of the alpha when I turned eighteen. After the fire, Laura and I moved away and the Turner pack lost contact with us…” Derek pressed his fingertips together, and then brought them to his temples to rub absently.
“The terms of engagement were for a born werewolf from the Hale pack of Beacon Hills. Two werewolves isn’t a pack…not one that’s worth marrying into.” Stiles crossed his arms, bouncing his leg in his usual fidget.
“So, what? Now that you’ve got this big bad pack, they think they can just be like, ‘oh hey by the way you were supposed to marry our daughter ten years ago,’ and think it will work?”
Derek shrugged, “pretty much. Only now I’m the alpha, and there’s enough of us that we could double the strength of their pack if they married us in.”
“Us?” Scott echoed, “what do we have to do with it? Do you mean if you marry this chick that we have to join their pack?”
“Dude,” Stiles piped up, “that’s lame.”
“So why tell them you’re already engaged?” Boyd asked from where he was lounging in the recliner. “Is it some kind of loophole?”
Derek scrubbed at his face, shrugging and trying to ignore the urge to cry in frustration. “They waited ten years to enact the betrothal. By right, if I’m married or going to be married in that time, the treaty is void. The problem is that now they want to come here to meet my mate and bless the marriage and I have no way of stopping them.”
“You’re engaged?” Stiles blurted, staring at Derek like he’d eaten the very last curly fry on earth. Derek stared in disbelief and Scott let out a loud noise of understanding.
“Oh, you lied!” he exclaimed, face splitting into a knowing grin while Stiles made a few expressions before settling on a sheepish shrug.
“So what do we do?” Stiles asked, gesturing to the pack as a whole, “I’m pretty sure none of us really want to join these guys if they’re as power-hungry as you say.”
Isaac dug his hands into his pockets, “we could hire someone? Maybe get an escort to be his fiancé?” Boyd twisted his head, giving Isaac the same blank-faced stare that he’d somehow learned from Derek. Isaac ducked his head, “right, bad idea.”
In a world where the British Empire is still strong and slavery is her economic backbone, John has become a terrorist for the abolitionist movement. He is caught by Mycroft, enslaved, and given to Sherlock for training. The goal: To test a new kind of slave collar with the power to break even the strongest willed fighter. One that will make even John learn to love being a slave.
Oh my God this fic made my head spin. In this universe, slavery is totally okay. Slaves wear collars. John, a man resolutely against slavery, is a violent abolitionist. However, he gets caught and Mycroft Holmes decides to use his brother to “break” John. Now, I’ll be honest: I wanted to punch Mycroft in the teeth. But, like John and typical of psychological breakdowns, Stockholm Syndrome takes place. As John has to learn to accept that, despite his best efforts, this is where he is, so does the reader. And then, just as I was ready to go “GODDAMN IT THIS IS NOT OKAY”, some things start not adding up. What the hell is Mycroft’s agenda? What does Sherlock know? When it all comes together, the feeling of “OH!” is almost as satisfactory as the collar’s burst of euphoria. I won’t spoil it for you, but the ending was, as I said, satisfactory. That being said, the whole thing is still pretty damn unethical (which IS covered as to why, at least). So this is something dub-con and I’d go so far as to slap a non-con on this one. Just in case. I mean, John is a slave and he has to listen. Come on, kids. Make the jump. You know what happens. Anyways, it’s a good read. It kept me at it, despite the length of it, and I didn’t put it down. It has a lot of interesting aspects: cases, underlying politics, and plenty of action. The emotions are messy, which is perfect for the fic, since the whole thing is messy. I give massive credit to the author, because that is a huge web to string together on top of keeping the balance. The fic could have easily been “whoa that is way not okay” to “that’s far too nice for a supposed slave”. The reader experiences things through John’s eyes, and the fic is just like that too: a delicate perch of reward and punishment. It’s a little dark, but I think it could have been a LOT worse. Definitely worth taking the time to read (and possible reread to understand). MATURE READERS ONLY
My Rating: A
Review by: Taylor
Reaper!Stiles AU oh no
Also I wrote a thing
Sometimes Stiles thought Derek could tell when he went off to reap. Somehow, he could tell that the lapses in attention were shrouded by something darker than a lack of adderall. He doubted any of Derek’s suspicions were anywhere close to the truth, but it still put him off a bit, since no one had ever suspected Stiles was anything other than ordinary before.
This story is for whatswithmegan, a very late make-up gift given as part of an effort to give to those who got shafted by their Sherlock Secret Santa this past December.
Ummm, so yeah, here it is! I must be getting rusty or something because this took me a ridiculously long time to write and it’s pretty much 8,000 words of pure fluff and silliness, possibly riddled with mistakes.
Anywho, I hope y’all enjoy it. *^_^*
this without a doubt this needs more than 13 notes! if you truly love the idea of fawnlock, please take a read of this lovely fic. mamish has captured him perfectly, so much so i got a little emotional! she treated my baby good.
He slowly began to prowl about the place. He headed over to one area that contained strange objects that smelled at once musty and earthy and strangely appealing. He reached out with curious hands and pulled one of the tightly wedged objects out, dropping it in surprise when it fell apart in his grasp. It crashed onto the floor, spilling open like over-ripe fruit.
Bending down Fawnlock realized that it had not, in fact, broken apart, but was made up of many thin bits, like leaves stacked into careful piles. He lifted the object up again with two hands and carefully began to flip these leaves, noting the strange markings on them and studying the way that they were bound together.
“It’s called a book.”
His head jerked up and over toward the human, but the man was still sitting where he was, his hand pointing at the object.
Fawnlock stared at him, ears flicking back and forth before he echoed in his deep rumbling voice, “Book.”
i especially loved the way she described things through fawnlock’s eyes. please give this a read, you won’t regret it~!
I read it. I loved it. I want more. Please?
Semper Fidelis by Blind Author
Summary: Written for a kinkmeme prompt: Moriarty frames John and Anthea of betrayals which cause both of the Holmes brothers to cut them off, and they then try to clear their names.
Pairings: John Watson/Sherlock Holmes, Anthea/Mycroft Holmes
Warnings: Violence, murder, torture, angst, partner betrayal
Word count: 60,221
What I thought: heart-like-a-stone: This is a really action-packed, plot-driven story. Some parts were so exciting that I found myself at the edge of my seat. Still, there is also focus on friendship and love. I especially enjoyed the friendship that formed between John and Anthea. If you like angst there is plenty of that in this story as well, particularly because of the difficulties the two couples encounter. One thing I didn’t really like though was the ending, I felt like it wasn’t as well written as the rest of the series nor as brilliant, but then I guess it’s difficult to picture, much less write, any proper ending to a story like this. And all in all, this story is really great, and well worth a read.
that moment of clarity you have when rec’ing someone fic of a crossover AU and your first choice is “that torture fic”
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A sex convention, a mysterious new drug and Three Continents Watson getting kidnapped yet again. But, sometimes it takes the dark to show us the light.