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[Podfic] The Ground Beneath Your Feet by aranel_parmadil for consulting_smartass
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
02 Aug 2019
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Think only of the past as its remembrance gives you pleasure.
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[Podfic] With All My Heart by aranel_parmadil, consulting_smartass (orphan_account) for QuinnAnderson
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
28 Feb 2017
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AU in which every time a person falls in love, a red line like a tally mark appears on their wrist. Sherlock is determined to keep himself from ever gaining one of these marks for fear that love will corrode his mental faculties. Then he meets John Watson.
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"He's not as strong as he thinks he is," said Sherlock.
Healing never looked so fine.
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[Podfic] A Waste of Breath by aranel_parmadil, consulting_smartass (orphan_account)
Fandoms: Sherlock (TV)
24 Dec 2016
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John had always assumed Sherlock was uninterested, untouchable, married to his work. He was wrong on all counts. But when Sherlock embarks on a relationship, John worries that he is in over his head...and this time he might be right.
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Performance In a Leading Role by aranel_parmadil, consulting_smartass (orphan_account)
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
12 Aug 2016
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Star-crossed by aranel_parmadil
Fandom: Richard III - Shakespeare, Sherlock (TV), Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies)
08 Oct 2015
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Sherlock is in pain. Billy Kinkaid, the Camden garroter and best man Sherlock knows, diagnoses it. Ademar Silver, a male prostitute in south London, attempts to treat it. Lestrade, kindly Detective Inspector of New Scotland Yard, doesn’t notice it. Eventually, John Watson, healer and registered medical doctor, cures it.
And a beautician called Penny paints Sherlock’s toenails.
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“Right,” John said, and stormed back to the kitchen, Soon Sherlock could hear the sounds of broccoli being chopped angrily.
He flopped back onto the bed.
“Fucking broccoli,” he said to the ceiling.
“What was that?” John shouted back.
Sherlock knew better than to reply.
John goes on a diet. Sherlock just wants to get laid.