“Can I tell you a secret?” Sabriel.

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Tackled this Sabriel prompt in honor of mutant!anon’s birthday on Tuesday! <3

Dean started another mindless lap around the table in the bunker library. “…So, uh, he’s fine now, but if you wanted to check up on him, you can pop by whenever–”

A sudden crackle in the air startled him out of his casual prayer. Dean turned, directly into a facefull of seething archangel.

“Why didn’t you call me earlier?” Gabriel growled. His brows were set dangerously low, and Dean could feel the hair on his neck prickling as he involuntarily took a step backward. 

“I wasn’t there, some woman found him unconscious and called an ambulance–”

Gabriel vanished in another sharp crack before he could finish. 

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A Winter Tale (847 words) by janto321
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Sherlock (TV)
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Author Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson
Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes
Additional Tags: Fawnlock, Nymphjohn, Winter, Alternate Universe – Fantasy, Fluff
Summary:

Fawn Sherlock is curious about winter.

I wrote a happy, fluffy, little mystrade fic:

Like Children Play – Mycroft takes Greg away for a little winter holiday.

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Greg woke with a hangover. He blearily opened his eyes as the phone vibrated again. It better not be the department. He was taking the time off due for the holidays, not that he’d minded working on Christmas. After all the ex had taken their daughter to Spain for the holidays, making sure he wouldn’t see her. So he’d gotten drunk last night, alone in his tiny little flat.

It buzzed again. He grabbed it and squinted at the message. Twenty Minutes.

Mycroft. He stared at the phone, then dragged a hand through the scruff on his face. He rolled out of bed and into the bathroom.

Exactly twenty minutes later he was standing outside his flat, hands stuffed into his coat pockets, squinting in the morning light as a black car pulled up. He slid inside and found Mycroft looking as sleek as ever in a coat and gloves. He passed Greg a hot cup of coffee.

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