#and it also opens adlock if you're into that

[local-human-disaster]

Hear me out, sfthblr: Irene Adler as a Luke Manning character.

You know who doesn't have a major role in SFTHlock universe? Luke. You know who's the most iconic Sherlock Holmes character after Holmes, Watson and Moriarty? Irene Adler. Irene Adluke is my logical conclusion.

It can give us Luke womanning. The chaotic and mildly evil lil shit (I say this with utmost fondness) that is Tomlock being brought down a peg or two, since Irene Adler canonically beats Holmes at his game. It gives us iconic woman who's awesome and heroic. It's feminism.

I guess what I'm saying is, I need Irene Adler featured in sfthlock fics written as a Luke Manning character thank you for coming to my TED talk :P

EDIT: it's here!!

[chiantidinner]

IZZY

《 Whether solving crimes with a dominatrix was a much terrible idea than introducing her to Scotland Yard, Sherlock didn't know – but figured the contemplation was held too late as the clicking of her heels echoed the hallway. 》

"Lestrade." Sherlock gave a subtle nod as he made his way into the Detective Inspector's office and sat sulkily onto a chair in front of the desk, "I'll have you know I don't enjoy stepping out of the flat for less than a seven. Don't disappoint me or I'll make my way back to the confines of Mrs. Hudson's tea and biscuits."

The detective inspector in question gave a long sigh and ran a wrinkled hand across his face as he watched his bizarre friend brood in the chair. "Yes, this – " His reply was halted as he laid eyes on a skinny but still attractively curvaceous figure in the doorway, quickly flashing Sherlock an open-mouthed confused look.

The woman in the doorway stood still; stance steady and confident, eyes flicking from one man and onto the other, sparkling with what seemed to be amusement, and mouth curling into her usual teasing smirk. It was only when the sulking man stood up that she stepped into the room. "Ah, yes." Sherlock flashed a small – more smirk-like – smile to the former dominatrix and quickly turned to the still shocked and most definitely confused Lestrade, gaping up at the two. "Ms. Adler, this is Gary Lestrade; Lestrade this is Ms. Irene Adler."

"Or Izzy, that's her nickname, apparently."

Upon hearing the last remark, The Woman's stoic, blank mask cracked — eyes widening and narrowing ever-so-slightly across the brow. Though the glint in her light blue orbs betrayed her attempt to compose herself as she glared at the infuriatingly heedless detective. She didn't ask where he got the information – not that she actually wanted to know, but figured he read it somewhere in her file – and actually feared he might erupt into convulsing laughter.

"It's Greg," The grey-haired man abruptly corrected Sherlock and held his out hand for the woman, straightening in his seat but not standing, then addressed her rather more sheepishly than Sherlock would have been... comfortable with, "It's lovely meeting you, ma'am."

Irene finally turned her gaze to the man in front of her and shook his outstretched hand, managing to reply in a purr and a feline grin, "The feeling's mutual, detective inspector."

"Yes, enough with the pleasantries. What was that you were about to say, Gavin?"

***

"I never expected you to be one for nicknames."

Irene raised one perfectly-shaped brow as she set her beige coat down on the arm of Sherlock's leather chair at the detective's – rather poor, she'd say – attempt at small talk, "I'm not."

The detective lowered his mane of dark curly hair as he leaned down and opened his laptop; cocking an eyebrow and slightly pursed his lips, emitting a disagreeing and derisive sound at the back of his throat.

"... Izzy," Sherlock voiced the name slyly and irritatingly leisurely, as if mocking it by the movements of his lips, and risking a glance back to the woman who took her place in his chair. Irene shot him a glare – well, to his back, much to her dismay.

Her distasteful frown then suddenly got replaced by a mischievous little smirk. Gracefully standing from her seat and waltzing in front of the detective, taking the seat in front of him as she purred, "And what do you deduce about that, Mr. Holmes?"

The brilliant man in the seat glanced up from his laptop and saw the challenging glint in the eyes of the dominatrix in front of him. He narrowed his eyes, straightened, and raised his chin as an acceptance of said challenge. He then took a deep breath,

"Izzy is obviously not something that's used presently – and most likely never will; judging from your reaction earlier – therefore, used and made in and from your past; before you became a dominatrix. This was also made by somebody close to you, as most nicknames that begin with the first syllable of the name and end with -ie's are. Parents, a friend, a former lover, perhaps? And don't even try to trick me into believing you have a sibling, obviously you don't."

The detective halted at his deductions and squinted his eyes at The Woman,

"But you weren't only surprised that I had learnt your nickname, you were also angry with me – or irritated. Deem the latter. You wouldn't be cross with me only because I revealed it to Lestrade. No. You're clever enough to realize he won't tattle, but rather, you were cross because you didn't want to hear that name again. And that leaves us with the conclusion that things didn't end well with whomever made it for you. Now; onto who. A friend: You're a dominatrix who is currently on the run and in hiding, and if you do have 'friends' you wouldn't be sitting in my flat now, would you – ?"

"I can leave you here and prove you wrong... but then again, maybe you aren't."

"You won't and I'm not. For a former lover: again, you're a dominatrix; you wield whips and handcuffs in order to derive clients' secrets and use them for your own pleasure and protection. Even if you did have former lovers, you aren't sentimental – a nickname from a past lover wouldn't ensue such a reaction. So, this leaves us with the parents."

He couldn't help the smirk tugging the corner of his lips,

"Tell me, Ms. Adler, when was the last time you met with your dear mum and dad?"

Behind the impressed glint in Irene's eyes and the slight parting of her lips, there was also the faintest hint of irritation Sherlock couldn't help but notice. I've struck a nerve, he thought rather smugly and felt the smallest of grins occupy his features. He shrugged his eyebrows upwards, as one would when expecting a reply.

"One of them is dead and the other still lives, although rather unhappily." She spoke out more hoarsely than she would have liked, "I’ll leave you to decide which is which."

Sherlock opened his mouth to speak but closed it once more as he heard the husky, soft purr of a voice from the woman upfront,

"But, Dear God, you sure know how to impress a girl."

This turned out way longer than expected, whoops!

I even initially intended this to be adlock!crack but then I figured maybe a real, serious adlock fic (that actually includes both characters) would do good lol.

Anywho, I hope people found this small fic enjoyable! I'd really love to do more. :))

[missluthorwillseeyounow]

Trust (SuperCorp Criminal Minds AU)

I have 2 SuperCorp versions of this. This is currently my favorite one. Born mostly because Katie in Kevlar is HOT. 

DISCLAIMER: I know nothing about the FBI, law enforcement or intelligence agencies, sorry. Also, for the FBI agent watching me, THIS is what all those searches were for, and nothing else:

⦁ The BAU (Behavioral Analysis Unit) team in this AU is led by J'onn, and consists of Alex, Maggie, James, and Winn. Brainy is their technical analyst. Sometimes I add Sam in as the PR liaison in the team, and Nia as an FBI trainee. 

⦁ Lena is in the team, too. She's a transfer from Interpol, and she's had years of experience in profiling, suspect and victim identification, as well as infiltration, under her belt (I also hc that she worked with the CIA and the MI6, mostly in intel, profiling and undercover work). In this version, I kinda put her in Prentiss's role, but y'know, more Lena Luthor-esque.

⦁ Lena is still a Luthor in this one. Lex is a serial killer, and this is part of the reason why Lena took an interest in criminal profiling, and joined the BAU in the first place. She feels responsible for not stopping Lex before he could kill at least 47 people (that they know of).

⦁ Lex started killing when Lena was ten. She'd been shipped off to boarding school, and she didn't know about it. During the holidays when she returned to Luthor Manor, she didn't see it at first, because Lex was very clever at hiding it, but soon, she begins to see signs of his psychopathy.

⦁ In one version of this story, Clark is a reporter who, like Lena, made the connection between Lex and the murders. One night after dinner with the Luthors, Clark sneaks into Lex's study to find evidence he can use for his story. 

He’s rummaging in a desk when he hears a voice from the doorway.

"You won't find anything there." Clark whips around to find Lena standing there, silhouetted against the light coming from the hall. He tenses, thinking she's about to tell her brother what Clark was doing. 

"If Lex really is behind these murders, and I know you think he is, you won't find anything there. He's not foolish enough to hide evidence here." 

Clark doesn't say anything, he just stares at her. Lena pauses, looking away. "I... I didn't want to believe it. Not Lex... He wouldn't..." Steel injects itself into her green gaze. "But the more time I spend with him, the more clearly I see the truth. You see it too, don't you?" 

Clark straightens up and nods gravely. “Yes.”

⦁ I haven't thought it through quite yet, but they get the FBI involved, including one agent on the fast track to unit chief, J'onn Jonzz. He meets Lena only briefly, and he's struck by the young girl's keen intelligence and remarkable calm. He's the one who suggests that she consider a career in profiling and criminal psychology.

⦁ Fast forward 12 or so years later, Lena is on the BAU with the others. For the sake of her anonymity (and also because it was necessary for her undercover work), she's erased all connections to Lex and the Luthors (including old photographs and newspaper articles until the name Lena Luthor is but a footnote in the Luthor history with nothing to tie her to who she is now). She's also changed her last name to her birth mother's (and just because I'm also an Adlocker, I hc that her last name now is Wolfe but whatever).

⦁ She's very professional, is revered by the younger agents in the Bureau, well-respected by her colleagues and highly praised by her superiors (they all secretly call her "The Ice Queen"). But she's very guarded and keeps everyone at arm's length, doesn't go out for after-work drinks with the others, practically sleeps with one eye open -- years of working undercover and living with a serial killer will do that to you.

⦁ Until a certain promising young recruit comes along. Special Agent Kara Danvers is new in town -- adopted sister of Agent Alex Danvers, the cousin of one of J'onn's old friends (I don't think teaming family members up is actually allowed in the FBI, so some suspension of disbelief is required here). Since he doesn't want to be accused of nepotism in his own team, he asks Lena to oversee her training and transition into the team herself.

⦁ Kara's sunny demeanor couldn't clash more with Lena's icy, professional front. Lena approaches the task with thinly-veiled impatience and something remarkably close to disdain. 

However, Kara quickly proves to be more than a perky attitude and a pretty smile. She squirms at blood, which Lena is initially quick to exploit (What FBI profiler can't stand the sight of a bludgeoned corpse? "We profile serial killers here, not celebrities in high-waisted jeans.") -- but Kara displays true empathy to the victims and their families, she's sensitive to other people's emotions and knows just what to say to get a reluctant victim or witness talking. She's extremely dedicated to catching the unsubs, and relentless in her investigation, and she's extremely handy to have around in a crisis.

⦁ Lena finds this last part out when they're on a case, trying to find a missing girl. The team is headed to the unsub's apartment, but on a hunch, Lena heads to an abandoned warehouse near the apartment, with only Kara as backup. They enter the warehouse, and just as they're clearing the rooms and checking for the missing girl, the unsub attacks Lena and manages to pin her to the ground, choking her. Kara gets there just in time to shoot the unsub in the leg, saving Lena's life.

⦁ Later that evening, Kara and the rest of the team go to the bar to celebrate. Lena is absent, as usual. 

Just as Kara is getting another round of drinks at the bar, a low, smoky voice interrupts her. "Didn't profile you as a drinker, Danvers. I wonder what other surprises you're hiding behind those glasses and cardigans." 

Kara squeaks and turns to see Lena behind her. "Agent Wolfe! I didn’t expect to see you here-- No, these aren't all for me, I--"

Lena's face softens at Kara's babbling, and she takes a few of the shot glasses from Kara's hands. "You know, I have a rule... Anyone who saves my life gets to call me Lena." 

Kara blushes profusely at the other woman’s arched eyebrow. "Well then, if I'm calling you Lena--" 

Lena smirks. "Kara it is, then." 

For the first time -- much to the gaping surprise of the rest of the team she's worked with for years -- Lena joins them for a post-case drink.

⦁ To everyone's -- and no one's -- surprise, the pair quickly become the best of friends. 2 days into their friendship, Lena starts jokingly calling her Supergirl. 3 weeks later, they start grabbing lunch together. 

3 months in, Kara sends Lena a video of herself petting a St. Bernard on the street only to be bowled over in a mass of furry paws and puppy licks -- and the cadets Lena is training are even more bowled over to hear the "Ice Queen" laugh (of course, they're later treated with a scorching glare and a sharp reprimand, but it's a revelation just to discover that she's actually physically capable of laughing). 

By 6 months, the whole department is in a secret "will they or won't they" betting pool. A year in, and every other department has stakes in the pool (Alex publicly condemns the pool, but secretly has Maggie bet a hundred bucks for her that "they will" by winter next year).

⦁ But despite their growing closeness, Lena has yet to tell Kara about Lex, or about her life working undercover for Interpol (which includes a decidedly less-good Kate Kane). She decides to bury it in the past, (wishful) thinking that it belongs there. Lena is no longer the same teenager betrayed by her brother when he killed forty people. Nor is she "Lauren Reynolds", the undercover "arms dealer", who had betrayed Valhalla, the woman who commanded a terrorist cell by day and worshiped Lena’s body by night (yes, I put Kate in the role of Ian Doyle). 

So she keeps silent. About Lex. About Kate Kane and Valhalla. About the beautiful little boy with wide, trusting eyes, who was not her son, but whom Lena had loved and protected all these years as if he were.

⦁ There are too many secrets, Lena decides, as she shoves them all one by one into their little boxes, clamping the lid securely shut. Kara is too good to be tainted by any of them. Kara, who gets squeamish at the sight of blood, but resolutely hunts each killer like an avenging angel. Kara, who somehow, still believes in the good in people, and when she realizes that there is very little of that to be found in Lena Wolfe or Lena Luthor, Kara will hate her as much as Lena hates herself.

But then the day comes when Lena receives a package in the mail. She reaches in and pulls out two things: a four-leaf clover, and a surveillance photo of Kara and Lena having lunch together. On the back of the photograph are three cryptic little words that fill her with dread: “See you soon.”

[yeah, so I’m binge-watching Criminal Minds with these AU-goggles firmly in place now] Should I continue this????