Oh shit, son.

[freneticfloetry]

So I signed up for Trope Bingo, and my card is terrifying.

See for yourself.

alpha / beta / omega
wingfic
au: daemons
snowed in
road trip
fusion
au: hooker / porn / stripper
handcuffed / bound together
animal transformation
forced to marry
virginfic / secretly a virgin
secret twin / doppelganger
FREE
★
SPACE
kiss to save the day
rivals to

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[freneticfloetry]

I have this saying that goes, "You can write to any prompt if you're willing enough to play with it." And then I look at the au: circus square on my bingo card and go, Well, it was a great theory...

It sounds so reassuring, and yet... dun dun duuuuuuuuuuun. (Oddly enough, au:cirus is going to be my free space. For a postage stamp. I think.)

The wingfic fill will be a Sherlock take on Source Code, of sorts. In the broadest of terms, anyway. John is shot on Afghanistan, as in canon, but he isn't invalided home. He's sent to Baskerville to serve out the rest of his tour as part of an experimental program in enhanced warfare. Sherlock takes Henry's case out of sheer boredom. He breaks into Baskerville with Mycroft's name, discovers all sorts of military experiments going on - weaponized serums and gasses and plant agents, tracking and camouflage animals that have been "enhanced"... and DNA splicing, the most interesting of which seems to involve a human subject. So he arranges for John's "escape" from the lab, then is conveniently there to help secret him away from the base. So far, in my head, Sherlock is giddy at the prospect of something new and Mrs. Hudson is kind of like "so nice that Sherlock has a friend" and Mycroft is like "really, Sherlock, how do you expect this to end" and John is like "I HAVE WINGS WHAT THE BUGGERING FUCK," but the details haven't quite solidified. :)

The last one the last one do the last one! Bonus points if it was part of Moriarty's plan all along, like a failsafe, and the wings are tied to something tangible, some kind of charm or talisman - something he left in the morgue, maybe? Or like... drew. In blood. And maybe it's just another countdown. Like, her flights haven't fully grown in, but by the time they do...

Seriously, if you wrote this, I'd love you forever. :)