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Triplicate (The Emily Dickinson Lives Forever Remix) (Gen, PG-13)

Triplicate (The Emily Dickinson Lives Forever Remix) by jibrailis

Three times John Watson stops death.

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Teacher, Teacher (Sherlock/John, NC-17)

Teacher, Teacher by dangereuse

Mr. Holmes has decided he’s waited long enough for John to grow up when he realizes John just might be seeing someone his own age.

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Who tries, Does (Sherlock/John, R)

Who tries, Does by anon

J’ohn’s a too-brave-for-his-own-good Green rider, who won’t put up with anyone’s bullshit. After a serious fight with a snotty bronze rider from his Weyr, he’s left with a stab wound to the shoulder. His Weyrleader thought it best to separate them, so he transfers J’ohn to Fort Weyr, home of Fort Weyr’s Weyrleader brother: Sh’lock.

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A Brief History of Johns (Gen, G)

A Brief History of Johns by lavvyan

Sherlock buries John Six in the bed of Johns at the back of the garden, between the tulips and the daffodils.

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Sweat (Sherlock/John, R)

Sweat by mazarin221b

John must be naturally heat-tolerant, Sherlock supposes, and three years stationed near a desert probably increased his ability to deal with the heat tenfold. But his cool poise in the hottest part of the summer irks Sherlock’s stretched nerves in a way he can’t define, and in the certainty of a great idea that only comes in the middle of the night Sherlock is determined to make John sweat.

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Seven Hours in the Sun (Sherlock/John, NC-17)

Seven Hours in the Sun by hyacinth_sky747

Sherlock likes to look but not be touched.

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Rosy-Minded Fuzz (Sherlock/Lestrade, NC-17)

Rosy-Minded Fuzz by thirdbird

Omega!Sherlock conducts an experiment on himself and his partner, Alpha!Lestrade. It goes about as well as one might expect.

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Carte Blanche ‘verse (Sherlock/John, R)

Almost Always by ivyblossom

John, fearing for his life, writes a longhand blog post he can never put online.

Carte Blanche by ivyblossom

John has written an earnest confession when he thought he was near death. But he doesn’t die. The confession is in a notebook burning a hole in his pocket. What to do?

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Acceptable Risk (Sherlock/John, NC-17)

Acceptable Risk by astolat

The door wasn’t locked. He stopped just inside and drank in the flood of data, like the first rush of a cigarette after weeks without, or the even sweeter rush of heroin. (Post-Reichenbach)

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Anonymous asked: not asking for any recs, but i wanted to thank you for posting my story 'be kind. be gentle. be steady.' on here! so thanks a bunch! <3

You’re welcome! Thank you for writing that lovely piece of fic! :D

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