KingTouchy
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John noticed something at the funeral.
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Medicine, Posthumous by KingTouchy for Jenny_Starseed
Fandoms: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - All Media Types, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011)
04 Jan 2015
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It takes time to come home.
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Not knowing when the dawn will come by KingTouchy for freneticfloetry
Fandoms: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - All Media Types, Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011)
24 Dec 2013
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Yuletide Prompt: They all sacrificed something for Queen and Country. Only one got that something back.
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"There was something of Jack's open manner about him, a sailor's trait, perhaps, or more likely Bonden's own reflection of Jack's more agreeable characteristics acquired from spending years in his service."
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When Roses Cease to Bloom by KingTouchy for Trojie
Fandoms: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy (2011), Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy - All Media Types
25 Dec 2012
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Peter should shed his uniform, the attitude of constant observation, and the constant grind of secrecy.
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Bookmarked by KingTouchy
20 Mar 2016
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Irene is good at breaking and entering. Sherlock is good at thinking. John is surprisingly good at subconsciously controlling Sherlock.
Sherlock, as it turns out, is also quite good at letting go—if he has Irene and John to lead him through it.
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Prone to Wander by DoubleNegative
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
20 Mar 2015
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"So this is what it's like," he thinks. "To see and not quantify, to hear and not record."
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Trip Through Your Wires by orphan_account for bennyslegs
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
09 Jun 2013
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John and Sherlock are content to spend a lazy afternoon lounging about the cabin. Things get a little more exciting than either of them had anticipated when John accidentally discovers just how sensitive the fawn's antlers really are.
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They’d been standing in an alleyway, laughing over the unconscious form of the criminal John had just knocked cold, when Sherlock’s self-control had broken.