Bite Sized Bits of Fic

Any (please no SPN), any, a character with chronic pain (fanon or canon) DAMMIT THERE'S NO END TO IT IT'S NOT FAIR

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Gotham, Harvey & Jim, h/c

Posted at A03: https://archiveofourown.org/works/26550160

I think the chronic pain is more emotional than physical but there’s a heap of that too even though Jim’s probably at the start of it and what’s going to be a prolonged recovery period.

Hope you enjoy!

Edited Date: 2020-09-19 11:14 pm (UTC)

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Oh, thank you!

It's been ages since I've seen an episode of Gotham but this was just the right mix of physical and mental pain. Thanks!

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Any fandom with (a) dog(s), any + the dog, getting the dogs some feeder toys to make dinnertime EVEN MORE FUN OMG

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Good Omens, Aziraohale/Crowley, Aziraphale minding Crowley when he's in snake form and Does Not Want to be annoyed by humans

Basically something like my tumblr minific (https://lovetourmaline.tumblr.com/post/629617230510014464/someone-upon-seeing-snek-crowley-in-the)

Edited Date: 2020-09-19 01:14 pm (UTC)

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anotherfngrl.livejournal.com

It starts as a strategy some time in the eighties. The 1980's, to be specific. Gabriel had quite fancied the "Executive Lifestyle" trainings and retreats of the decade and become, to quote Crowley, "even more douchey than usual."

He'd taken to dropping into the bookshop regularly, talking about workforce synergy and trying to get Aziraphale to wear pink.

This was inconvenient both because Aziraphale was quite happy in his cream and blue and because since they made up after the holy water debacle decades prior, Crowley had taken to lounging about the shop keeping Aziraphale company when he was bored.

Lingering demonic energy could be explained away as Aziraphale hunting down damned texts and cleansing them. An actual demon upside down on the settee bitching about his day could not.

They'd tried more distance, but found they quite missed one another, even after only a few decades of frequent interaction. Then Crowley had arrived one day, alight with an idea.

"The bookshop needs a pet!" he'd told Aziraphale eagerly.

Aziraphale wasn't quite sure what he was so excited about. "I kept a cat in the mid 1800's. I suppose I could again," he agreed.

"What? No. It would eat me!" Crowley told him, looking affronted.

Aziraphale was now quite confused. Did Crowley not know about domesticated felines? "Not a lion, dear one, a common house cat. As a pet."

Crowley frowned at him. "No," he said slowly, "You need a pet snake. As an occasional pet. Only when he feels like hanging about. Free range pet ownership."

Understanding dawns for Aziraphale. "Ah. Yes, I had been thinking the place was a bit lonely, of late. A pet snake would be just ideal. Independent but companionable."

Whatever Crowley was going to say next was cut off when the bell tinkled an arriving customer and Crowley promptly turned into a snake.

It turned out to just be someone from the neighborhood wanting a copy of Christine, and Aziraphale, who had taken to stocking a few best sellers to keep people away from the important books, helped her. As he was ringing the girl up, she noticed Crowley.

"Oh, what a gorgeous snake, Mr. Fell! I didn't realize you kept a pet," she said. "Does he bite?"

"Of course not," Aziraphale says, affronted. People are always assuming Crowley is dangerous or harmful just because he's a demon, or at the moment a snake, and he despairs of it.

Amanda reaches out to stroke Crowley's long back and the snake freezes, lowering its head in discomfort. Aziraphale thinks fast. "I have, however, noticed a strange rash whenever I pet him. I do believe he may be mildly poisonous to the touch. I need to look into that!" he says cheerily, as Amanda drops her hand, quickly taking her book and departing.

Snake Crowley hanging around the bookshop turns out to be a blessing for many reasons. Neither of them has to be lonely, Crowley gets time to just be, away from the hustle and bustle and showmanship of his job (Crowley, like Gabriel, is thriving in the vapid culture of the 1980's), and, as it turns out, keeping a snake as a pet is a quite good way to deter overeager customers.

Crowley takes to slithering over to protect Aziraphale's favorite books when a customer gets too close, herding them back to the sections the angel is willing to part with.

Aziraphale buys a heat lamp for his desk and takes to keeping the windows wide on sunny days, quietly moving the books more prone to fading away from the area and leaving a soft pillow for Crowley to sun on.

And snakes need love and warmth just as much as any of God's creatures, so some rare, peaceful afternoons Aziraphale can be found lounging on his sofa, reading aloud to a snake happily curled up on his lap.

Even once Gabriel's visits taper off, many afternoons find Crowley hiding from the world in the bookshop, coiled and content to be with his angel.

Edited Date: 2020-09-27 06:19 pm (UTC)

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Ahhhhhhhhhhh this is LOVELY! So sweet and perfect and fun, thank you!!!

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anotherfngrl.livejournal.com

Thank you!

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evil-little-dog.livejournal.com

AWWWWW.

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anotherfngrl.livejournal.com

Thanks!

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Any, any, the joys of winter

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squidgiepdx

Check, Please!, Dex/Nursey, "The Joys of Winter"

Edited Date: 2020-09-22 07:11 pm (UTC)

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That was so cute!!! I needed a smile! Thank you!

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Any, any/any, Hurry Home to You

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Mission Impossible, Ethan/Will, h/c,

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26551915

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How lovely!!! This was a beautiful fic, thank you!!

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any, any, dealing with deep sadness

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Mickey has yet to crack open the bottle of whiskey and soak his worries in the sting. He left the bottle sitting idle on the table. Everything has gone to shit lately with Ian: he hasn't gotten out of bed in a week, only eats a few crumbs from the meal that Mickey gave him and Fiona is on his ass about throwing him into the nut house.

Every time Mickey lays down his mind spins. He is so damn exhausted and yet cannot sleep. A bit worse for wear, he hugs Ian with every ounce of love he had beating in his heart. Ian doesn't hug him back even when Mickey presses a kiss to his cheek. Ian lays in his arms, still and silent with dewdrop tears sliding down his cheeks.

Mickey's mind wouldn’t turn off, worry and anxiety ran through him every second of every day. He could not remember the last time he had a good night sleep. Exhausted, he passes out one night, only to be woken a few hours later by a loud scream. Running into the kitchen, Ian stands with a knife in hand, blood dripping from his slit wrist.

Mickey takes a step towards him, but Ian gradually backs away from Mickey, dropping the bloody knife. His wrist is a weeping wound as tears slide down his cheeks.

“He may have to be hospitalized.” Mickey hears Fiona's words in his mind, but he refuses to give in. He can take care of Ian.

“You are not a burden, I love you. I will be there for you. We can go to the clinic, get you some fuckin meds, but don't you ever harm yourself.” Mickey gently whispers as he moves closer.

Ian sniffles, shaking, “I'm sorry, Mickey,” and he can't even look at his boyfriend. He feels so ashamed. He wouldn’t blame Mick for leaving him, no one wants to endure this shit, but Mickey doesn’t frighten easy. He snatches up a towel and wraps Ian's wrist, and hugs Ian in a bone crushing embrace.

Mickey is not going anywhere, he loves Ian, and love means they take care of each other. Good times, bad, sickness, health: all that shit. Ian shatters, crying like a wounded animal ensnared in a death trap as he clings to Mickey.

Ian is calmer once Mickey has gently bandaged his wrist. Mickey brush kisses to the gauze as if kisses are magic that can heal, then he gets Ian back in to bed and bone-weary exhaustion sends Ian to sleep. As he dreams, Mickey hides all the knives and they will stay hidden until Ian perks back up.

Returning to the bedroom, he hugs Ian with all the love in his heart. Soft touches and sweet kisses wrap Ian up in the warmth of adoration. Hands touched sleepy, soft skin with tender caress.

Mickey still worries about what the future holds, but for now, Ian is safe and they are together, snuggled up cozy and warm, and for tonight, life in this Hellish world is somewhat perfect.

(END)

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aw poor guys, you really feel for them.

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any, any, forest bathing

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Due South, Benton + Ray K, posted over at A03. (H/c, aquaphobia)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/26551360

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Thanks so much!

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The Long Ranger (2013), John + Tonto, Tonto rescuing/protecting John seems to be how Tonto spends his time these days (he doesn’t mind)

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Kong: Skull Island, Kong + Conrad: it takes a little time getting used to having a god so invested in your wellbeing, but Conrad’s grateful non the less.

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Hellboy (film), Hellboy + Daimio; Ben wakes up to find himself being carried by Hellboy, in his jaguar form, and realises that Hellboy actually cares for him (and not just because he’s a big cat half of the time).

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The Witcher (TV Show); Geralt + Jaskier; Jaskier gets bitten by a snake. He thinks he’s going to die from it and it takes everything Geralt’s got to convince him he won’t. As far Geralt would let that happen anyway.

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