"Oh, and speaking of pretty boys," Nie Huaisang says, turning back to Wei Wuxian's unconscious form, "Don't get me started on poor Second Master Lan. He's pathetic without you, you should really see him. He's practically in tears without you here to flirt with him! He's mooning over your corpse like —"
"Nie Huaisang, that's enough," Lan Wangji snaps. He struggles with what to address first; the worst is that, "Wei Ying is not a corpse. Don't say such things."
"Sorry," Nie Huaisang says. "But sitting there silently and willing him to wake up isn't going to help, Hanguang-Jun. You want him to wake up, right? Then tell him why!" He whacks Lan Wangji's shoulder lightly with his fan.
Wei Wuxian is unconscious for three days after the fall of QishanWen. His friends worry themselves sick.
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05 Apr 2020
30 Jun 2019
When Aziraphale finally decides to make an effort for Crowley, he is suddenly faced with a world of possibilities for what sort of effort he wants to make.
Aziraphale has certainly dabbled in the world of carnal delights over the years, most notably in the late nineteenth century, when a certain infernal adversary was enjoying a century-long nap and seemingly the only way to pass the time had been to develop some hobbies.
28 Jun 2019
After the Not-Quite-End-of-the-World, the very definite end of Aziraphale and Crowley is right around the metaphorical corner. There's a little time for things that should be said. If Aziraphale can persuade Crowley to stop pining long enough to say them.
“I meant that given our situation is dire, do you have anything you wanted to say to me? Anything at all? Last words, last thoughts, anything that you might want to get off your chest, so to speak?”
“Angels are bastards.”
Oh light of my life, companion of my heart, I simply cannot believe you think that I’m the dense one. Aziraphale managed not to say the words out loud but thought them, very loudly, in Crowley’s general direction. It didn’t make any difference of course, but it made him feel a little better. “Ahem.”
“Present company excepted, of course.”
Captain Arthur Pendragon has put together the best team of specialists that the SAS has ever seen, but when his superiors assign Lieutenant Merlin Emrys as his communications officer, Arthur does everything to make him feel unwelcome. Arthur's job is to protect and guide his team through dangerous missions, and he worries that he can't do that when the newest member has a mysterious background and acts suspicious when he thinks no one is looking.
As their assignments become more dangerous, Merlin can't help but to use his magic to keep his team -- even his prat of a Captain -- safe from threats they couldn't possibly understand. But when they are sent on a undercover operation against a group of zealots intent on a magical apocalypse, Merlin needs to confront his fear of discovery and derision, and to finally trust his team with his secret.
Arthur and Merlin rely on each other for more than the sake of their mission. The entire world is at stake. When they learn -- from dragons, no less -- that they are prophesied to restore the balance of magic to the world, they fight on regardless of the outcome, because duty, honour and loyalty is a far stronger driving force than destiny.
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27 Dec 2018