#now complete!

The Final Problem of Baz Culpeper, Ch 13

...The Final Chapter!

A candle (💗romance💗); an offer (YES); a party (is it my birthday?) The future begins (with a dance).

It's been such a pleasure to revisit John and Sherlock in this universe, and to have you along for the journey. Thank you for reading, thank you for your comments 💕

Thank you for reblogging! 💗

Mel offers her spare room to Frank after he’s served with divorce papers. When she refuses financial payment, they come up with another—mutually beneficial—arrangement. 

Or, the roomies free use fic.

It's now complete! Finished! Done! Bingeable!

Keeping Score Chapter Ten: Imperfect Cadence

Imperfect Cadence: The end of a phrase, ending on the fifth chord of the scale. Because it sounds incomplete or suspended, the imperfect cadence is considered a weak cadence that calls for continuation.

Waiting in the wings, Ian remembered a moment towards the start of rehearsals where he’d dreaded that handshake. Wondering if he’d be able to fake even that tiny sliver of civility.

Now he watched Mickey tune, and they shared a grin. The grin was an offer of good luck, as well as a promise for later, and… well, Ian didn’t want to presume anything but it looked an awful lot like love.

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And:

Chapter Eleven: Coda

Coda: A passage that brings a piece (or a movement) to an end.

“Can’t believe I’m back here,” Ian said, glancing out onto the stage. The upright piano looked just how he remembered it, chipped wood and age-yellowed keys. It had always been against a wall, but now he could see the paler wood back. Someone had attempted to dust it a bit, but it still looked like what it was; a sad old instrument, long since past what better days it’d had.

Well, Ian was hoping to give it one last moment of glory.

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Or read from the beginning.

Thank you so much to everyone who's read and commented along the way! It's kept me motivated even while I've been dragged off to pastures new. I appreciate you all. 💜

It took a lot longer (and included a lot more words) than I originally planned, but the final chapter of Faery Godfathers is now up on ao3.

Thanks so much to @addledmongoose for her donation to Fandom Trumps Hate. It was an honor to be able to write this story for you. This last chapter is all about joy and promising new beginnings. I hope you enjoy the happy ending all of these characters have earned.

As always thanks to everyone who's read, reblogged, kudosed or commented on this story. It's meant so very much to me.

Faery Godfathers - M, 23/23, 111K

Seelie Knight Crowley has mentored Prince Adam for most of his life. Brilliant, arrogant, and painfully reckless, nineteen-year-old Adam is far from ready to take the throne from his power-hungry father, King Thaddeus. But as the wedding of Prince Warlock, the Unseelie Prince, to his future queen approaches, certain events are put into motion that set the two Princes and their mentors, Knights Crowley and Aziraphale, on a path that could forever change the fabric of both Courts. It's a reverse omens, fake relationship, double enemies to lovers, Fae AU. Just go with it, okay?

after 🔒

lando/oscar | complete | 17.3k | Rated T (+explicit timestamp)

(post 2025 season, mutual pining, friends to lovers)

62 Degrees North

written by MeropeMerope Isak/Even | Rating: E A Faroes Island AU

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Summary: I'm squinting against the sun for most of the day, taking in the island, taking in Isak, in these oblique little chiaroscuro glimpses: a flock of hunting fulmars, darkly silhouetted against the pale sky, darting up the cliff face with blade-like speed. Isak's weathered boots scraping over the uneven basalt stone, finding footholds, as he clambers up the final stretch to the peak of Kolturshamar ahead of me.

He has the low sun at his back when he turns to me. His face is mostly in shadow but the sweep of his cheek, the curls peeking out underneath his beanie, are burnished gold by the light.

The rough wind scrapes across the ridge and snatches his words away. I can just about make out his laugh. Then he burrows against me and speaks right into my ear. "Do you want to hear a tragic story?"