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Title: "Sherlock Of Vulcan And John of Terra shared Pon Farr."
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: R
Fandom: Sherlock and related fandoms, crossover with Star trek universe.
Characters: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Siger Holmes, Mycroft Holmes, T'Pau of Vulcan.
Summary: John is worried for Sherlock's health and now he is ad portas of being married and a sex marhaton.
Warnings: Not so explicit sex, but explicit vulcan genitalia, telepathic sex, vulcan rituals and traditions.
Word Count: 2290
Author's Notes: watsons_woesPrompt #31:

Just a little bit more: Write an add-on scene to one of your own stories. This can be an addition to a previous entry you wrote for JWP. Please link the story to which you're adding on!
this is the continuation of this fic: “Sherlock of Vulcan, John H. Watson of Terra.” on LJ
Beta: Now betaed by my amazing friend and wonderful writer mildred_bobbin
Master fic of the challenge: on LJ
Banner art: Thanks to the beautiful sospan_fach





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Title: “The Captain John Watson.”
Author: ariadnechan
Rating: PG.
Fandom: Sherlock BBC.
Characters: 1650 approx
Summary: Kidnapped again? John was not amused, maybe his captors didn’t know the problem they were in.
Warnings: Bamf John, quote chose in Spanish, but with translation.
Word Count: 1650 approx.
Author's Notes: Prompt forwatsons_woes #27: Like Gold To Airy Thinness Beat :
Pick up the book you're currently reading (or the closest one to you). Pick a random page, and find a description or simile. Use that - and be sure to tell us what your original description is, and what's the source:
I said to you that English is my second language right, well this is what you get, but don’t worry I translated in the first paragraph of the fic.

“Como dormía de espaldas, no lo sorprendió la posición en que volvía a
reconocerse, pero en cambio el olor a humedad, a piedra rezumante de
filtraciones, le cerró la garganta y lo obligó a comprender. Inútil abrir los ojos y
mirar en todas direcciones; lo envolvía una oscuridad absoluta. Quiso enderezarse
y sintió las sogas en las muñecas y los tobillos. Estaba estaqueado en el suelo, en
un piso de lajas helado y húmedo. El frío le ganaba la espalda desnuda, las
piernas. Con el mentón buscó torpemente el contacto con su amuleto, y supo que
se lo habían arrancado.”

Julio Cortazar “La Noche Boca Arriba” page 5. (This autor is very good)

Author's Notes 2: The first paragraph of this fic is the translation of this with the addition of John on it.
Beta: Now betaed by the amazing mildred_bobbin.
Master Fic for this challenge: on LJ
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