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    It is 1844. Britain is still recovering from the disaster in Afghanistan. Across the ocean, Morse has just sent his first telegram, racing invisibly across wires as thin as a ledger line. And in Europe, a red-haired pianist named Antonin Crowley is bringing audiences to the point of rioting with his dreadful compositions.

    Aziraphale Fell doesn't care for that at all.

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    27 Jun 2025

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    Unfinished! Hurt me badly!

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    The change in House is noticeable the second he steps out of Mayfield. For starters, he looks different. The haircut is new, of course, but that’s not all. He looks… Serene. Content. Like he’s fully present for the first time in 15 years. Wilson’s overcome with so much pride he nearly wants to cry.

    He clears his throat instead. “You look good.” He offers.

    And then, to his enormous surprise, House hugs him. A hug. Wilson doesn’t remember the last time they hugged. Maybe at his last wedding? Or was it the one before that? It takes Wilson a moment to get over the shock, but after a few seconds he stiffly hugs back.

     

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    The development of House and Wilson's relationship from friendship to something else after House comes home from Mayfield.

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    17 May 2025

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    “Big romantic weekend in the Poconos could change everything.”
    — House to Wilson, 3.05

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    29 Nov 2024

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    “It’s a—um—bonding enchantment?” Quentin twitches in his bed, all anxious energy, and wiggles closer to Eliot. “So that’s like—the curse is attached to our bodies and—um—”

    “And your magic,” she says.

    Margo sits down and takes Eliot’s free hand. “You’ll be fine. You just gotta share a bed with Coldwater without losing your mind until we figure out how to fix this.”

    “That’ll be—” Eliot swallows hard, his throat clicking. “That’ll be fine. Definitely not a big deal.”

    “El, we can’t do that—I mean, you can’t do that. That’s—that’s—” Quentin says, a tinge of desperation to his voice that makes Eliot’s chest grow tight.

    “Q, I’m not going to—it’ll be just fine. We can find lots of workarounds.” So you can keep jerking off about Alice, he thinks. But he doesn’t say. Doesn’t want to say it. “We’re friends. It won’t be weird.”

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    06 Aug 2024

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    “Scowling at me won’t make this go away," House said.

    Wilson glared back at him. “What will? Can we skip to that part?”

    House raised his eyebrows. “Ooh, testy today.”

    Cheap wine and sandy skin and House’s general jack-assery fizzled at his nerves. He had meant it before; he didn’t understand this game, and he wasn’t particularly interested in playing. Better to cut it off at the pass. He let out a sigh and asked, “Alright, how’d you know?”

    That grin was back. House settled further into the couch, already gloating a little.

    “Know what?”

    Wilson glanced at the asses. For strength.

    “That I sleep with men.”

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    28 Mar 2024

    Bookmarker's Notes

    Why is this so perfect. I have been reading House and Wilson smut since 2006 and I’m still breathless at this WTF.