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THE
CASE OF THE MISSING VALET
by
Jem's Bird
Holmes/Watson;
Jeeves/Wooster PG-13
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Life is not only undoubtedly rummy, it is also downright queer. And
that’s where the whole rumminess about it started, with that one word: queer.
Much, it has been said, can hang on a single word, and when that s. w. is
“queer,” the resulting rumminess that follows can get, well, queer.
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CHANCE
ENCOUNTER
by
Delia Johnson
Holmes/Watson;
Watson/OMC
PG
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I felt a well of shame build up in me.
Of course I was miserable and unhappy. But this poor chap was not to blame. “My
apologies, friend. You caught me off guard.” I held out my hand, like the good
bloke I was. “John Watson.”
“James Sigerson,” he responded
good-naturedly, shaking my hand firmly.
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IMPROPRIETIES
by
LavenderJade
Holmes/Watson/Mary
NC-17
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I gave a
soft laugh. “Can it be, my dear, that
you truly don’t know? Never figured it
out in all these years you have known him?”
John
looked at me, perplexed. “Whatever are
you talking about, my dear?”
“John,
he loves you.”
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REVELATIONS
by
Pandapony
Watson/Agar;
Holmes/Watson
NC-17
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Many years ago, when I published
the story “The Devil’s Foot,” I made mention of the dramatic introduction of
Sherlock Holmes to Dr. Moore Agar, a story I intended to recount at a later
time. Due to the sensitive nature of that introduction, I have chosen not to
disclose the details of this unusual occurrence until now. |
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WALTER
by
Jem's Bird
Holmes/Watson/Lestrade
NC-17
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Lestrade and I exchanged knowing looks, and then flew into action. While
I pulled down the shades and locked the door, Lestrade pinned Holmes to his
seat, biting his neck viciously.
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WITH
THIS PEN
by
Jem's Bird
Holmes/Watson
NC-17
& R options
[NC-17 Chapter
9:
H/W/Lestrade/Alice Lestrade]
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Holmes threw back his head with a barking laugh. “Watson, who in this
world could be better suited to me?” He nuzzled me fondly. “You can’t honestly
think I would even consider loving anyone else?”
I looked down at my hand, which was still clasped in his. “We have been
lovers for just under five years,” I said. “Neither you nor I know what the
future can hold. I have no guarantee that you will see fit to stay with me for
the rest of your life.”
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