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    When John went to Regent’s Park, he wasn’t expecting to find Sherlock. He was expecting even less for the following four hours to be so fibrous. If only Sherlock hadn’t pushed the notebook—but he did. Jesus Christ.

    AU in which Sherlock meets John in investigating the case of the murder of one cabbie. Written for writinginmargins based on the (above) fill of a mad lib I wrote.

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    17 Jun 2025

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    John and Greg growing beards while they're on a case is bad enough. And then John's wearing a kilt. Sherlock may not survive the night.

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    28 May 2025

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    Sherlock has been on back to back cases which means he and John haven't had sex in days. When they realize they have a bit of free time to themselves after he's finished, they find a way to pass the time.

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    28 May 2025

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  5. Public Bookmark 38

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    Crowley hasn't used his wings since the Fall. They didn't save him then, and he doesn't like the reminder.

    Aziraphale is not the kind of angel who takes No for an answer.

     

     

    “What if I fall?”

     

    “I’ll catch you.”

     

    The angel means it. His own wings are radiant, majestic, powerful; Crowley’s just watched, transfixed, helplessly in love (did it show?) as Aziraphale put away the fusty bookseller’s kit, became all light, faint shapes of great and mighty beasts interpenetrating his form as he soared and plunged, joyful in the late afternoon sunbeams. He’s a Principality, whose job has always been protection, and a warrior of Heaven, deceptively strong and implacable under that diffident manner. He would. He’d catch me.

     

    Crowley imagines how that would feel.

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    25 Nov 2024