FlamingMedusa



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    It's not that he didn't finish the sentence. He doesn't finish lots of sentences, when Crowley's on top of him, wrapped around him, buried inside him. That's only to be expected. But Crowley has been paying attention, and he's spotted the pattern, and he knows there's one thing in particular that Aziraphale isn't saying.

    Sometimes he even makes it as far as the hard g before remembering and cutting himself off: oh G-- oh, oh Crowley--

    It's insulting, frankly. Crowley has clever hands and clever fingers and a very clever tongue, and he knows exactly what he's doing to Aziraphale. It ought to make Aziraphale forget his own name, and here he is, still coherent enough to stop himself from blaspheming.

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    04 Dec 2019

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    It's insulting, frankly. Crowley has clever hands and clever fingers and a very clever tongue, and he knows exactly what he's doing to Aziraphale. It ought to make Aziraphale forget his own name, and here he is, still coherent enough to stop himself from blaspheming.

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    Greg's life has gone to the dogs. In a spectacular show of really bad judgement he tries to improve things by hitting on Mycroft Holmes.

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    03 Dec 2019

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    Greg persues Mycroft... and succeeds. Some angst.

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    In which temptations are accomplished, grand romantic gestures are made, and two ineffable co-stars only take four seasons of an award-winning television program to realize they’re on their own side (at last, at last.)

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    02 Dec 2019

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    This is an incredible, lyrical take using Good Omens as a loose inspiration (I don't think any knowledge of Good Omens is needed to enjoy this). Highly recommended.
    Beautiful writing. A clever use of the original source.
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    It feels like an ending. Maybe it is one. Not a happy ending, but not a bad one either. It’s like dropping a match once it’s burned right down to your fingertips; you can only hold it for so long (Crowley feels the bright, blistering pain of it and wants to suck his fingers into his mouth. But how can you regret something that gave off so much light? You can’t.)

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    There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
    Than are dreamt of in your philosophy. - Hamlet, Act 1 Scene 1

    In which John is (reluctantly) a wizard, Mycroft is (apparently) omniscient, and Sherlock is (surprisingly) oblivious.

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    01 Dec 2019

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    John is a wizard. Complications ensue when Sherlock discovers that.

    Magic is not something that John Watson has, it is something that has John Watson. He can taste it on his lips and feel it in his skin and twist it around his fingers like wisps of golden hair.

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    His fingers tremble as he dials and he can’t force them steady. Familiar number, even though he hasn’t used it in two years. He isn’t even sure he should be calling it now, but she’d asked. She’d made him promise.

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    01 Dec 2019

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    But Sherlock is no more than a ghost of himself these days, a faded imitation of a man John Watson once knew propped up with nothing but hollow secrets and an aging wool coat, and John’s horror at Sherlock’s reality solidifies like curdled milk in his stomach.

    Maybe there’s not enough left of the way Sherlock used to be for John to want to keep.