Placidia



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    More than anything, Mike Taylor wanted to be ordinary. Being a genius, he learned early in life, meant people expected too much. A career at the MI6 Help Desk seemed the perfect way to guarantee a lifetime of obscurity, until he got a very unusual tech support call.

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    16 Oct 2019

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    They'd never talked about sex in the year they'd known each other. Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

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    15 Oct 2019

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    Thank you.” Aziraphale stepped closer. His knees brushed against Crowley’s.

    “It’s just… it’s just cocoa, angel,” Crowley whispered. His knuckles were white where he gripped the edge of the desk.

    Aziraphale didn’t answer. His eyes flicked down the line of Crowley’s throat as the demon swallowed, lingering on his shoulders, the taught line of his torso, his hips.

    Written for the prompt "when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you-” and they answer by kissing them more"

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    10 Oct 2019

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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

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    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    06 Oct 2019

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    As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

    --His clothing was expensive and stylish;
    --He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
    --His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
    --He looked angry;
    --He was wearing sunglasses.

    What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

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    05 Oct 2019