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  1. Rec 4

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    He doesn’t know what he feels first, the paws where his hands should be, the wind sweeping over small triangular ears atop his head, the fur that coats his body or the succinct and telling tail that grows just above his ass.

     

    No, nothing is very right and everything is very feline.

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    15 May 2013

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    In a fit of boredom Sherlock plants some seeds, may or may not eat one cracker, and definitely waxes dramatic on the sofa for a while.

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    20 Feb 2013

  3. Rec 19

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    John and Sherlock prepare for Christmas.

    Every day in December up until Christmas, I tweeted a few sentences of fic a day as a sort of advent calendar to my followers. This is it all compiled and tidied up a bit, but if some of it seems a bit oddly phrased, it's because I was coming up against the character limit.

    Huge thanks to both Trillsabells and Jupiter_ash for compiling it, and proving that they have a hivemind.

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    24 Jan 2013

  4. Rec 46

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    Sherlock/Let The Right One In Fusion (knowledge of film/book not needed). John Watson is an isolated thirteen year old boy: he’s got a distant mother, a resentful older sister, and a sadistic bully at school called Moriarty who’s got it in for him. When Sherlock Holmes moves in next door, he and John form a rapid, intense friendship based on their mutual loneliness. Unfortunately for John, Sherlock has issues that go much deeper than loneliness. 

    “I need blood to live, yes.”

    John lets that sink in. “So are you… are you dead? Undead? How old are you, really?”

    The lightbulb above them flickers and Sherlock’s fingers tap out a short rhythm on the glass as he thinks about his answer. John copies the rhythm, softer, quieter.

    “I’m conscious,” Sherlock says with a small shrug of one shoulder. “I move, respire, react to my environment… I miss a few of the basic life processes, but I think I qualify as ‘alive’. And I’m thirteen, like I told you.” A rueful smile, and his hand drops to his side. “But I have been thirteen for longer than is naturally possible.”

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    24 Jan 2013

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    I love this film/book - and this fic does it brilliantly! I loved it.

  5. Rec 91

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    Your Paton helps define you, your chosen god helps influence the path of your life. Yet John has no Patron Sherlock can see and that niggling itch of a question shoved determinedly to the back of his mind is getting stronger every day.

    In a world where every person has a Greek god as a Patron, who is John Watson's?

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    18 Dec 2012