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A few hours after they come back from the Necromancer's, Laszlo checks in on Guillermo.
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15 Aug 2026
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After the dust has settled, after The Second Coming was halted in its tracks, Aziraphale and Crowley enjoy a lazy evening drinking old, unopened wine in a bookshop that had been gathering dust for years.
But conversations must be had. Afterall, birds don't do well in cages.
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06 Aug 2026
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“You can’t let me die,” Guillermo says, loudly, his gaze heavy with fear. He lifts his hand, and presses it over Nandor’s where it rests on his cheek. “Nandor. Master. Don’t let me die. Please.” His voice breaks on the last word, and he lets out a shivering sob.
Tears start to prick at Nandor’s eyes, and he turns over his hand to take Guillermo’s fingers in his grasp. He pulls them away from Guillermo’s cheek, and lifts it to his mouth, bowing his head and pressing his lips into the warm skin.
“Nandor,” Guillermo repeats, voice fading, crackling with tears. “Please.”
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Vampirism is a curse, and Nandor cares for Guillermo too much to burden him with that.
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- Part 1 of by virtue fall
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11 Jul 2026
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Crowley and Aziraphale share a tender moment in the dark of the night.
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08 Jul 2026
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what we do in the shadows (victorian edition) by meltingthroughthesky
Fandoms: Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Sherlock Holmes (1984 TV), What We Do in the Shadows (TV)
24 Apr 2022
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Holmes and I turned abruptly to see the oddest trio standing before us. Two men and one woman, dressed in clothes that I could not confidently call old-fashioned, but that were certainly enough to turn a few heads walking down the street in our area of London.
“I’m terribly sorry,” Holmes said, “but it’s quite late and my friend and I were about to get some sleep. If you have need of us for a case, it would be best to come back in the morning.”
“Yes, well, I’m afraid we can’t do that,” said the shorter man. He was British, but his manner of speaking was decidedly odd. “My name is Laszlo. Laszlo Cravensworth, and this is my good lady wife Nadja.”
“And who is this gentleman?” I indicated to the silent, hulking figure in the corner of the room.
“That, old chap, is our dear friend Nandor.”
(basically the wwdits sherlock holmes crossover fic that no one asked for)
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05 Jul 2026