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"Ssshut up," Crowley hisses, not bothering to unslump himself from the tabletop. "You're in love with a human, you don't get an opinion."

"Better a human than a loyalist," Sherlock sniffs, and that gets Crowley to jerk his head up.

"Oi! He's not— I mean, he wasn't—"

"He was, then he wasn't, then he was again," Sherlock singsongs, before turning serious. "Once a good little loyal subject of Heaven, always one. Face it, the very fact that he hasn't Fallen means that he will always go back to them."

Crowley cradles his head in his hands, feeling far too drunk for this, or perhaps not nearly drunk enough. "That's not… He wasn't…"

A little tidbit of a scene from a much, much larger AU that I'm honestly not sure will ever get written in earnest, but that has been a project @sheliesshattered and I have circled back to many times over the years

This is post s2 of Good Omens and… somewhere in the BBC Sherlock timeline, probably post s2 but s3 & s4 don't really work with this au. Set in the universe of Tim Powers' novel Declare, though I'm hoping to write this such that you don't have to have read the book (but it certainly helps). Sherlock (and Mycroft, and others) are another form of Fallen Angel who have remained earthbound rather than ever joining Hell, and Sherlock & Crowley are ofc frenemy drinking buddies

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Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy

A little over six months after the world didn’t end, two angels show up at the bookstore claiming they only want to talk – though what they want to talk about quickly sends both Crowley and Aziraphale careening down a path of doubt, exploration, and, ultimately, freedom.

A scifi/atheist reinterpretation in which canon is not what it seems…

Crowley/Aziraphale, Post-Notpocalypse, some OCs ~~but don’t worry they’re really just here to further our boys’ story~~

Chapter 19

“We could— We could stay here a while, then,” Aziraphale says, the words coming out oddly breathless, oddly rushed. “If no one knows to look for us here, and, and we don’t perform any noticeable miracles.”

Crowley’s useless, horrid little heart, foul, blackened thing that it is, tries very hard to grow wings and soar right out of his chest at that.

Rated T, 39k words, Ch 19/?

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Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy

A little over six months after the world didn’t end, two angels show up at the bookstore claiming they only want to talk – though what they want to talk about quickly sends both Crowley and Aziraphale careening down a path of doubt, exploration, and, ultimately, freedom.

A scifi/atheist reinterpretation in which canon is not what it seems…

Crowley/Aziraphale, Post-Notpocalypse, some OCs ~~but don’t worry they’re really just here to further our boys’ story~~

Chapter 19

“We could— We could stay here a while, then,” Aziraphale says, the words coming out oddly breathless, oddly rushed. “If no one knows to look for us here, and, and we don’t perform any noticeable miracles.”

Crowley’s useless, horrid little heart, foul, blackened thing that it is, tries very hard to grow wings and soar right out of his chest at that.

Rated T, 39k words, Ch 19/?

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Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy

A little over six months after the world didn’t end, two angels show up at the bookstore claiming they only want to talk – though what they want to talk about quickly sends both Crowley and Aziraphale careening down a path of doubt, exploration, and, ultimately, freedom.

A scifi/atheist reinterpretation in which canon is not what it seems…

Crowley/Aziraphale, Post-Notpocalypse, some OCs ~~but don’t worry they’re really just here to further our boys’ story~~

Chapter 19

“We could— We could stay here a while, then,” Aziraphale says, the words coming out oddly breathless, oddly rushed. “If no one knows to look for us here, and, and we don’t perform any noticeable miracles.”

Crowley’s useless, horrid little heart, foul, blackened thing that it is, tries very hard to grow wings and soar right out of his chest at that.

Rated T, 39k words, Ch 19/?

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Sometimes he thinks he caused all of this: a grieving wish made over a fresh grave, a cry for life after death. Sometimes, his dream self stands over that grave and watches a pair of pale hands dig their way up through the dirt, watches them push the soil aside to reveal a dark head of hair, a white face, a pair of quicksilver eyes. Sometimes he’s whole as he climbs out of the ground and sometimes he’s undead. John’s subconscious can’t seem to decide which is the more effective instrument of torture.

Teaser for my fic The Dead Bury Their Dead

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ETA: now on AO3 here.

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Sometimes he thinks he caused all of this: a grieving wish made over a fresh grave, a cry for life after death. Sometimes, his dream self stands over that grave and watches a pair of pale hands dig their way up through the dirt, watches them push the soil aside to reveal a dark head of hair, a white face, a pair of quicksilver eyes. Sometimes he’s whole as he climbs out of the ground and sometimes he’s undead. John’s subconscious can’t seem to decide which is the more effective instrument of torture.

Teaser for my fic The Dead Bury Their Dead

Coming soon!

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ETA: now on AO3 here.

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He’s heard the reports and the rumors, had assumed that they were greatly exaggerated, but when Sherlock finally sets eyes on an actual reanimated corpse for the first time, he is not disappointed. The science behind it is really quite fascinating – a virus that weakens, then kills, and then finally takes over in full parasitic form, driving the vacated body to fulfill its needs to consume flesh and blood. The evolution that must have gone into such an organism developing…

Teaser for my fic The Dead Bury Their Dead

Coming soon!

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ETA: now on AO3.

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As a terrifying new epidemic sweeps the planet, killing millions and bringing millions more back from the dead, it’s all John can do to keep Harry and himself safe, all he can do to cling to life and sanity as the world crumbles around them – while, on the other side of the globe, a certain consulting detective abandons everything he’s worked for in a desperate bid to return home.

Teaser for my fic The Dead Bury Their Dead

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ETA: Now on AO3.

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Sometimes he thinks he caused all of this: a grieving wish made over a fresh grave, a cry for life after death. Sometimes, his dream self stands over that grave and watches a pair of pale hands dig their way up through the dirt, watches them push the soil aside to reveal a dark head of hair, a white face, a pair of quicksilver eyes. Sometimes he’s whole as he climbs out of the ground and sometimes he’s undead. John’s subconscious can’t seem to decide which is the more effective instrument of torture.

Teaser for my fic The Dead Bury Their Dead

Coming soon!

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ETA: now on AO3 here.

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It’s far from the first dead body John’s ever seen; at this point, it’s not even the first reanimated corpse he’s encountered. But it is the closest he’s ever actually come to one, the first time he’s seen up close what was previously a healthy human body, now wild and deranged, blood and torn flesh trailing from its mouth and blunt, savage fingers rending and devouring and— He takes aim. The thing is only interested in the small, still body it’s currently eating. It doesn’t so much as look up before he blows its brains out.

Teaser for my fic The Dead Bury Their Dead

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ETA: now posted on AO3.

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He’s heard the reports and the rumors, had assumed that they were greatly exaggerated, but when Sherlock finally sets eyes on an actual reanimated corpse for the first time, he is not disappointed. The science behind it is really quite fascinating – a virus that weakens, then kills, and then finally takes over in full parasitic form, driving the vacated body to fulfill its needs to consume flesh and blood. The evolution that must have gone into such an organism developing…

Teaser for my fic The Dead Bury Their Dead

Coming soon!

—

ETA: now on AO3.

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Excerpt from a Mandalorian fic that I’m apparently writing, now.

“I’m Han,” the man says. “This is Leia. Who are you?” His eyes catch on Din’s belt. “And is that a lightsaber?”

“Cara,” Cara says. “That’s Din. You’ll need to give him a minute. He’s busy staring at the twink.”

Han follows the direction of Din’s gaze.

“You mean Luke?” Han asks.

Luke, Din thinks. It suits him.

“He’s not a twink. He saved the goddam universe,” Han says.

“Are you saying twinks aren’t capable? That seems prejudiced,” Cara says.

“No, I’m saying I think it’s a little inappropriate to call a jedi knight—

“Are you saying twinks can’t be Jedi?”

“Kriff,” Han says, “No, I’m just saying—“

“You’re going to lose this battle,” Leia murmurs.

“You’re taking her side?”

“Well,” Leia says, gesturing toward Luke. “I mean. Look at his outfit. Look at his boots.”

“Definitely a twink,” Cara says.

“He’s a twink with immeasurable power,” Han says.

“He’s a twink with perfectly good hearing,” Luke calls.

They all freeze.

“See. He self-identifies as one,” Cara says. “It’s fine.”

Luke finishes whatever conversation he’d been having with the droid and walks over to them, Grogu tucked protectively, asleep, in one arm.

Luke walks straight to Din and Din suddenly feels like he should be doing something with his hands.

“Hi,” he says.

“Hi,” Luke agrees, grinning. “So. I didn’t get your name, before. Grogu just calls you ‘Daddy’ in his head but assuming I should call you something else.”

Din chokes a little.

It sounds like Han does too.

“Told you,” Cara mutters.

“Din,” Din says. “My name.”

Obviously.

“Din,” Luke repeats. It sounds nice, when he says it.

“You know, I sort of got the impression, initially, that you were hoping to get rid of Grogu. Or—“ he hastens to add, “not get rid of him, but pass him off to safety. So you could get on with your life. But you seem pretty—“

“Wrecked?” Cara supplies.

“Attached,” Luke finishes.

“I am,” Din says. “But he needs to be with his people.”

“He seems to think you’re his people, and I have to agree. He was so calm about going with me because he thought you’d be catching up with us. Because any time you leave him you always come back. You always find him again. He trusts that and very little else. And I think it will be damaging for him if that trust is broken.”

Din shifts. He doesn’t know how to process the emotions he’s having and he’s exhausted and in pain and so, so relieved. Because it sounds like the Jedi isn’t going to take Grogu away from him. Not permanently.

“What are you saying?” he asks. He has to be sure.

“I’m saying, you’re his father. And I’m not the kind of person who’d take a child from their parent when it would obviously destroy them both. So once we’re finished here, either you’re coming with me, or I’m coming with you.”

“Oh,” Din says.

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Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy

A little over six months after the world didn’t end, two angels show up at the bookstore claiming they only want to talk – though what they want to talk about quickly sends both Crowley and Aziraphale careening down a path of doubt, exploration, and, ultimately, freedom.

A scifi/atheist reinterpretation in which canon is not what it seems…

Crowley/Aziraphale, Post-Notpocalypse, some OCs ~~but don’t worry they’re really just here to further our boys’ story~~

Chapter 17

The words land like a punch to his gut, and Crowley finds his chest suddenly too tight to draw a proper breath, for all that he doesn’t really need it. He knew, every time he sauntered up to the angel in all the long years of history behind them, he knew what he was risking, knew it could spell an eternity of torture and/or outright destruction if either side discovered his feelings for Aziraphale. But he couldn’t stay away; he’d been hooked from that very first conversation atop the walls of Eden.

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Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy

A little over six months after the world didn’t end, two angels show up at the bookstore claiming they only want to talk – though what they want to talk about quickly sends both Crowley and Aziraphale careening down a path of doubt, exploration, and, ultimately, freedom.

A scifi/atheist reinterpretation in which canon is not what it seems…

Crowley/Aziraphale, Post-Notpocalypse, some OCs ~~but don’t worry they’re really just here to further our boys’ story~~

Chapter 17

The words land like a punch to his gut, and Crowley finds his chest suddenly too tight to draw a proper breath, for all that he doesn't really need it. He knew, every time he sauntered up to the angel in all the long years of history behind them, he knew what he was risking, knew it could spell an eternity of torture and/or outright destruction if either side discovered his feelings for Aziraphale. But he couldn't stay away; he'd been hooked from that very first conversation atop the walls of Eden.

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Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy Ch 17: Crowley wobbles his way out towards the front of the shop, trying to convince his brain to accept what his eyes are telling him – that the books around him aren’t wreathed in flame, that there’s no smoke or ash to burn its way down his throat, no lights or sirens on the street outside. He tries, he does, but isn’t really sure he’s successful. He slides to a stop at the shop’s front counter, first bracing his hands against the worn edge, then curling down over it, his spine rounding and flexing. He rests his elbows on the counter, drops his head into his hands, pushing his glasses up to instead rub at his eyes with his fingers.
To Halve and To Hold Ch 11: “Soulbonds come with gifts,” Nori says bluntly all of a sudden, and Bilbo opens his eyes again to find the dwarf looking at him out of the corner of his eye. “Sort of like a special ability or a seventh sense.” Bilbo frowns, sure he can only count five regular senses himself, until he remembers the dwarves’ stone sense. Nori goes on before he can open his mouth to ask, in any case. “There’s a few categories of common ones, but no two bonds are ever exactly the same.” He pauses, looking over at Bilbo more fully, and then asks, “Thorin really hasn’t told you any of this?”
Red and the Wolf Part 1: “They call me Red,” she says, lifting her hand to signal to one of the passing barmaids and gesturing vaguely down at Terra’s half-eaten meal to order another of the same. She smiles at Terra’s confused expression, dark skin crinkling around eyes that are, unmistakably, that very color. “Not a proper name, or so I’ve been told. More like a play on words, a translation from my native tongue.”

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New fic up on AO3!

To Halve and To Hold

“Dwarves have an ancient tale,” Gandalf begins, settling himself more comfortably on the bench against the wall, “from the time when the Valar formed the world. Aulë, whom they call Mahal, their Maker, cut the dwarves from the living stone of the world, and some of those pieces, it is said, were hewn in two.”

Bagginshield, Soulmates AU, Rated T, chapter 1/?

I’ve had lots of various bits of this fic finished for a long time, and finally decided to just throw the first part up online. Enjoy!

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Than Are Dreamt Of In Your Philosophy

A little over six months after the world didn’t end, two angels show up at the bookstore claiming they only want to talk – though what they want to talk about quickly sends both Crowley and Aziraphale careening down a path of doubt, exploration, and, ultimately, freedom.

A scifi/atheist reinterpretation in which canon is not what it seems…

Crowley/Aziraphale, Post-Notpocalypse, some OCs ~~but don’t worry they’re really just here to further our boys’ story~~

Chapter 14

Another universe.

Another universe!

It's— It's not possible. It can't be.

It's in the very definition of the word! The universe is— is— It's everything! Everything there is, all of it, everything She created—

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