InfiniteWildDreams
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Sherlock discovers he needs reading glasses, which makes him a little blue. John tries a little something different in bed to make Sherlock forget his woes.
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- Part 15 of After All These Years
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01 May 2017
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Operation: FAHSC (Fake Achievement Hunter Strip Club) by pieyro (seacowmomoo)
Fandoms: Rooster Teeth/Achievement Hunter/Funhaus RPF
10 Jun 2016
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Geoff's newest greatest idea: Undercover strip club. Unfortunately for Gavin, this is when he joins the FAHC.
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01 May 2017
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John finds work at a small orphanage in the countryside. Everything turns out perfectly, until it doesn't.
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01 May 2017
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The Illustrious Client by ArabellaStrange
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock (TV)
11 Apr 2017
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‘We’re a couple!' John burst out, bluntly. His face was nearly twitching with rage. He hadn’t even meant to say anything, to anybody, because he wanted what they had for himself just a bit longer, for a million reasons half-romantic and half-defensive, and yet here he was, gripping Chez Francine’s thick cream tablecloth with enough force to tear it in half, suddenly wanting nothing more than to tell everyone within earshot that Sherlock was absolutely infuriating, surprisingly good at blowjobs, and probably in love with him.
[Now with some gorgeous cover-art here, by Hamstermoon!
Not S4 compliant but any potential spoilers will be noted. FIC SPOILERS IN THE TAGS.]Series
- Part 3 of Ode to Broken Things
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14 Apr 2017
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Before John, I hated feeding. I would delay and delay and delay, until my pale skin turned grey and my too-thin face turned skeletal, until even Lestrade flinched from the red glow in my pupils and my teeth began to misbehave, until I found myself staring at Anderson’s throat and licking my lips. It wasn’t that I was I didn’t want to feed. I wanted to, god, I needed to, and I loved everything about it, except what came after. It was…unbearable. The heightened senses, the visceral awareness. The need to touch, almost as urgent as the need for blood, that came upon me; the euphoria that left me empty and aching and alone, shaking myself to pieces in an empty bed with every inch of my skin screaming for something I couldn’t put a name to.
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14 Apr 2017