Misakichan274
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A Terribly Poor Understanding of Love by candle_beck
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes (2009), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
17 Apr 2011
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Two wrongs don't make a right; it takes at least three.
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04 Jun 2020
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As if the World Should Roll Itself Out Like a Cloak by earlybloomingparentheses
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
01 Jul 2017
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I picked up my drink and took a small sip, allowing the smoky liquid to burn at the back of my throat before swallowing it down. Heat blossomed in my stomach, the sensation perfectly in harmony with my feelings in that moment: warm, bright, hovering indecisively between calm contentment and a headier, more restless euphoria. My eyes traveled from the day’s paper to the man who sat beside me, reading and re-reading a letter, unaware that his presence was the source of my continued and consuming joy.
Watson feels deeply for Holmes, but what it is he feels is less than clear.
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Liability by candle_beck
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes (2009), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms
06 Apr 2011
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Holmes finally pays attention to the stuff he does without thinking.
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19 May 2020
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Falling by earlybloomingparentheses
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle
24 Oct 2014
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“Holmes,” you gasp unwillingly. Unable not to cry his name, though he never says yours. He is silent, sweat-soaked and white-knuckled and silent. Always.
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17 May 2020
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Lydia looks over her shoulder to look at Derek Hale again, then back to him. “He’s an asshole, you know.”
“You think I don’t know that?” Stiles is confused, furrowing his brow. “I’ve only spent the last ten years of my life fighting with him.”
“Yeah, but, I mean, he’s an asshole,” she draws the word out nice and long, as if it takes on a different meaning depending on exactly how she says it. “No one who has ever dated or hooked up with that guy has ever had anything nice to say about him after the fact.”
“What do I care about that?”
She looks at him. It’s that all-knowing, all-seeing gaze, like the eye of Mordor. Stiles feels tiny under its wrath, so he looks away and stares down at his beer can, traces the design with his thumb. “I know you, Stiles Stilinski.”
“Not really. We only dated for, like, five months.”
With a snort, totally uncharacteristic of her and something she would never do sober, she rolls her eyes. “Gee, I wonder why.”