#razzywill

[sunlecitron]

UM HELLO???

I JUST FINISHED THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTROSITY (/POS) OF A FIC SLOW SHOW AND-

I am changed as a person. I am unwell.

Literally like what is real and what is not???

Where can I watch hit TV show Warlock??? How can I tell Anthony and Avery Crowley-Fell I want them to adopt me???

@mia-ugly you absolute madman. /pos

[nadsdraws]

Spoiler! For my new chapter of Warlock (or How I Met Your Father) (M) that is based on a wonderful fic by mia_ugly - Slow Show.

William (played by Avery Fell) unexpectedly finds himself caught up in a conflict between the Inquisition and sorcerers when Erasmus (Anthony J Crowley) and Julia (Anathema Device) storm into his church with a little child who can change the tide of the conflict. 

William will have to look deep within himself and make some difficult decisions, especially that Erasmus is stirring up some long forgotten and uncomfortable memories.

(Yes, it's very meta.)

[gottagobuycheese]

stillhaventboughtthecheese said: 

OMG YOU GUYS!! LEAKED WARLOCK SEASON 4 PHOTOS??? (source) @averyfell CONFIRM?? #warlock #warlocks4 #averyfell #anthonycrowley #myheartisn’tready #howdoyousocialmedia #holdontoyourbutts #razzywill

thanks to @snuffysbox for the wonderfully heartbreaking base! not totally sure I did it justice but oh w e l l. also apparently the last chapter (almost said last episode LMAO can you tell how invested I am in a fake tv show) of slow show (by @mia-ugly) is coming up soon, as is the metafic, so naturally I had to squeeze in one last piece of fake fanart! 

(EDIT: JUST IN CASE ANYONE ACTUALLY HAS THAT URL, THIS IS ENTIRELY ME AND MY OWN BAD SENSE OF HUMOR AND I’M NOT CLAIMING TO SPEAK FOR ANYONE BUT MY SORRY SELF, APOLOGIES FOR ANY HYPOTHETICAL CONFUSION)

[mia-ugly]

Yeah, nothing I’ve written will ever be this good. I cannot handle the talent and kindness of @areyougonnabe and @fremulon.

[one-with-the-floor]

No, I don’t know what’s happening.  I've been sucked into writing fic of a show in a fic of a show from a book based on the bible. I have no explanation. (also @averyfell here’s some nonsense for you)

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Slow Show - mia_ugly, Warlock (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: William (Warlock), Erasmus (Warlock)

Additional Tags: In-Universe Fic, Post-Canon, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Worried Erasmus (Warlock), Raising Joshua (Warlock)

___

“I don’t like this.”

“My dear, I’ll be perfectly frank with you: I really don’t care.”

Erasmus sputtered and waved a hand towards the window.  “How—wha—priest, how the fuck are you not worried?!?”

William sighed and flicked his eyes toward the ceiling, but he didn’t even put down the bowl he was washing.  “Do you want the full list?”

“There’s a—yeah, no, you know what, sure.  Why shouldn’t I be worried about him?  Go ahead, Will, convince me.”

[pearwaldorf]

Hey! I’ve created an AO3 collection to house fanworks related to Slow Show, mia_ugly's Good Omens actor AU.

Anything related to the 'verse is welcome. Examples include:

Scripts/episodes/scenes from Warlock the TV show

Commentary on Warlock

Fanworks/memes/RPF for Warlock

Social media for people in the 'verse

The collection is open and unmoderated, so just add your thing!

[averyfell]

Slow Show now has an AO3 FANDOM TAG!!!!! 

It’s still unwrangled, but if you’re writing any kind of Slow Show stories you should definitely use this recursive tag to make it easier for people to find them/understand where they came from :D 

[moveslikebuckywrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Slow Show - mia_ugly Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erasmus (Warlock)/William (Warlock) Characters: Erasmus (Warlock), William (Warlock), Julia Chattox Additional Tags: Stuck in a confessional, what will the priest repress??, Slow Show - mia_ugly - Freeform, Warlock (TV)

So anyone else feeling various kinds of ways about @mia-ugly‘s Slow Show?  And specifically about the TV show Warlock that’s in it?  Y’all can blame the WPH Discord for this one xD Gonna tag @averyfell too since that’s the main fanblog ---

The old oak doors of the church slam open as the two men run inside.

“This is a fine mess you’ve gotten us into, priessst, ” Erasmus hisses as they enter the church, dripping wet from the rain outside.

“And how was I supposed to know they’d spot us?” William says, storming in after him, “We can’t just go without supplies!”

William rolls his eyes as Erasmus parrots him mockingly.  It had been the priest’s idea, after all.  They were extremely short on food and, though they tended to avoid the smaller villages (it was easier to hide in the bigger crowds of the large towns), William had assumed they'd be fine.

They were spotted, of course, by the inquisitorial guard.  They tried to run, disappearing into the woods near the village, but the guards had given chase.  Loud, clanking footfalls chasing them through the trees.

Erasmus knew the woods better than the soldiers had, and he knew of somewhere they might hide.  An abandoned church nestled in among the oaks and pines, ceiling caving in but still standing. Somewhere they could hopefully hide out.

“We should have waited , safety in numbers, all that nonsense,” Erasmus says as he wrings out his hair, “now we’ll be lucky to make it back to spell-girl and the boy before morning!”

“Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Erasmus,” William says with a huff, “we wouldn’t have made it to the next –“

William is cut off suddenly as Erasmus crowds him against a stone wall, throwing a hand over the priest’s mouth.

“ Shut it, ” he whispers, “d’you hear that?”

William can hardly hear anything over the blood rushing to his ears, but he’s grateful Erasmus’s eyes are focused elsewhere, maybe he won’t notice the priest staring at his lips.  He shakes himself out of it and listens, and sure enough, the almost imperceptible shifting of metal. Soldiers well versed in their armor and weapons sneaking towards the church. The guard has caught up.

“We have to hide,” Erasmsus says, removing his hand and with it the air rushes out of William’s lungs.  “Gotta be somewhere in here.”

William looks over Erasmus’s shoulder, sees the little booth still standing near the pulpit.

“It would be a tight fit,” the priest swallows hard, worried about the close confines, “but the confessional is still intact.”

“No time to worry about that now,” Erasmus says, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him towards the tiny space, “they’ll be on us any second.”

They crowd into the tiny box, even tinier than the ones at the newer, statelier churches.  Erasmus pushes him to the bench as he closes the door behind them, and this is decidedly not a position William thought he’d be in today.  Frankly, he’s not sure his heart can take it.

There’s barely space for the two of them in the booth, and Erasmus is forced to stand with his knee braced on the bench between William’s thighs.  He looks anywhere but Erasmus’s face, terrified of what he might find there. And isn’t that silly? They’re friends, of course they are! This is nothing, it’s just two friends hiding from the inquisitorial guard in a tiny box that’s barely big enough for them.  Nothing weird about that at all.  

Nothing weird about how the only thing he can think about is the point of contact between his thigh and Erasmus’s knee.  He’s hyper-aware of it in a way he’s never been aware of anything before. His only solace in this is that it’s dark enough Erasmus can’t see the dusting of red that he knows is coming across his cheeks.  Or his neck. Or his ears. He feels dreadfully warm all of the sudden.

William risks a look at him, expecting judgement or terror or…well…he’s not exactly sure what he’s expecting.  But Erasmus isn’t even looking at him; he’s on high alert, listening to the guards draw closer. William has never told Erasmus how much he appreciates the man’s survival skills; he and the rest of them would’ve been dead several times over without him.  But it’s hard to think about things like that when Erasmus’s hand is pinned to the wall behind him and his arm so close it would be nothing to lean into it.

Oh, Lord forgive me, he thinks darting his eyes quickly upwards.

“Erasmus…um,” he starts, feeling like something should be said to break the awkwardness in this moment.  He’s stopped by a long and spindly finger against his lips.

“Shh…,” Erasmus says, tilting his head toward the door.  William hears the door creak open, here’s the scraping metal of the armor as the guardsmen move through the church.  The flicker from their torches seeping in through the cutouts in the confessional booth.

The firelight flickers in Erasmus’s eyes, making them look like molten amber.  William could get lost, if he’s not careful, in eyes like that. Like tarnished gold; still beautiful and gleaming despite everything they’ve been through.  He stays quiet, but Erasmus doesn’t move his finger. William could swear he sees something flicker in those eyes. Something he’s been seeing for far too long in his own, when he has the luxury of a mirror or when he catches himself in the reflection of water.  It’s a need. A want. A longing.

The footsteps draw closer, the light through the cutouts grows brighter.  There’s a hand on the doorknob of the box, William braces himself. They’ll be discovered and it’s all over.

“Hey!” one of the guards shouts from the doorway, and the knob rotates back to its original position, “We found some tracks heading north!  Boss wants us to follow those!”

“Right then, on with it,” the guard directly outside the confessional says as they hear his footsteps walking away.  Slowly, the firelight filters back out of the church as they leave, shrouding the two men in darkness once again.

William doesn’t move.  Neither does Erasmus. His knee is still firmly planted on the bench; arm still braced against the back wall behind William’s head.  His finger still lays gently against William’s lips.

Their faces are so close together.  William can smell the rain on his skin, along with the fire-ash that seems to follow wherever Erasmus goes.  In these close quarters, their breath mingles in the air, heavy with humidity from the rain.

His breath kindles coals, William thinks, blasphemy be damned, and a flame goes forth from his mouth.  

Erasmus smiles, a slow creeping thing spreading across his face, lighting it up like a sunrise.

“We did it,” he whispers, and William feels it more than hears it, “They’re gone.”  Erasmus heaves a great sigh of relief and William does, too.  Erasmus moves his finger and before William can be sad for the loss of contact, he drops his head and now, oh no, now their foreheads are touching.

William breathes in sharply at the contact, at the proximity, at everything.  Neither of them moves. There’s fear in Erasmus’s eyes William can see even in the dark.

“We should…probably get moving,” William stammers out, making no move to draw back, “they’ll find out we didn’t go that way soon enough, and they’ll be back.”

“Yeah,” Erasmus says, softer than William has ever heard him speak, “yeah, we probably should.”  His eyes search William’s, looking for something neither of them can put to words yet. William watches his face shift from fear to what looks like curiosity, and Erasmus moves his knee ever so slightly against his thigh.

The whimper that comes out of William is completely out of his control, Erasmus’s face breaks back into that crooked grin.

“What’s that about, priest?” he hisses like before, but there’s no bite to it this time.  All William can do is stare into his eyes, still in such close proximity. Erasmus drops his arm from the back wall entirely, bringing it around William’s neck, “don’t tell me you’re enjoying this?”

“Don’t,” William snaps, not wanting to confront whatever is happening, “Don’t…just don’t…”

“Sorry, must’ve misread that,” Erasmus says, reaching for the door handle and breaking the connection between their foreheads, unlooping his arm from William’s neck.  And that just won’t do. William’s hand reaches out to catch him by the collar, pulling him back.

“Let me finish, dear,” William says with more conviction than he’s had about anything in a long time, “Don’t do this if it doesn’t mean anything.”

Erasmus looks into his eyes, searching for something.  Searching for truth. Here in this confessional booth no one can see them, no one would know.  They could have this, this one moment in time. All he has to do is reach out and take it. His arm comes back around, hand resting in William’s soft curls and he leans back in and crowds him against the wall of the confessional booth.

Lead me not into temptation, William thinks as he winds his own arms around Erasmus’s back, closing this chasm that’s been separating them for what feels like ages.  

He closes his eyes and waits for that precious brushing of lips, but it never comes.

The door is flung open and almost off its hinges.  The two men jump apart, face to face with Julia.

“Are you two done? ” She asks angrily, “The fake tracks I laid won’t throw them off for long, we’ve got to get out of here!”

The two spare a passing glance at each other, moment lost and more than likely to be forgotten, before following Julia out of the church and collecting Joshua from his hiding place.

For the best, really.  No time for dalliance when you’re on the run.  He’d almost broken, and over what? Some close quarters and some dancing firelight.

William sighs to himself, more than a little disappointed, if he’s honest.  He’d almost slipped up; he’ll have to be more careful. These feelings, whatever they are, aren’t his to have.

He’ll just have to push them down harder.

[goodbyevanny]

[nadsdraws]

Rating: M

Chapters: 24/24

Word count: 84,208

Relationship: Erasmus (Anthony J Crowley) / William (Avery Fell)

Tags: Fantasy AU, Plague, 16th century, Slow Burn, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Inspired by the Slow Show, Complete Warlock Story, Repression, First Kiss, First Times, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Happy Ending, Priest William (Aziraphale).

Summary:

"You don’t trust me.”

“Why would I? Because once in your life you decided to do the moral thing? After all you’re still a priest in the same church as the Inquisition.”

"You are right, I can’t even begin to understand what the three of you have gone through, but I know you care for them.”

"You don’t know me.”

When Erasmus (Anthony Crowley) and William (Avery Fell) meet for the first time (in no less dramatic circumstances) there's a lot of mistrust on both sides, but they're yet to learn they have more in common than they think.

-------------------------------

The story is now complete !!

Thank you so much to everyone who read, commented, brainstormed or otherwise supported me, when I thought I couldn't make it. ❤❤❤

[pearwaldorf]

Fandom: Slow Show - mia_ugly Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erasmus/William (Warlock) Characters: Erasmus (Warlock), William (Warlock), Julia Chattox Additional Tags: Bathing/Washing, Sexual Fantasy, Masturbation, Accidental Voyeurism, Warlock (TV), The Layers!, we have to go Deeper, BWOMMMMM Summary: “Oh, fuck, William—”

There’s a gasp behind him, and Erasmus freezes. Shit. Did he say that out loud? Is William the one who walked in on him?

He turns around. William is standing by the door, a stricken expression on his face. Fuck his life, honestly and truly. There’s no way he can hope to fix this, other than to beg the other man’s forgiveness and he doesn’t know what else. For the first time ever, Erasmus genuinely does not have a single fucking idea how to get himself out of a situation.

—

It’s porn for a fake TV show in a Good Omens AU that riffs off another fic set in the same. Treat it as original if that’s too confusing, I guess?

[moveslikebuckywrites]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Slow Show - mia_ugly Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Erasmus/William (Warlock - Slow Show) Characters: William (Warlock - Slow Show), Erasmus (Warlock - Slow Show), Joshua (Warlock), Julia Chattox, Harry the Rabbit (Warlock) Additional Tags: fireside contemplations, introspective, gratuitous thoughts about stitching, idk what else to tag this with, Warlock (TV), mia_ugly's Slow Show Universe

It’s real angst hours in here today my friends.  Have y’all noticed that Harry the Rabbit is the same color and pattern as the tunic Erasmus wears in season 1 (but randomly changes to a green one in season 2)? Because I DID.

Here be sad about a stuffed rabbit.

mandatory @averyfell tag

Deep in the woods, under cover of the snowy pines, William and Joshua rest with Arthur near a crackling fire. The cold is seeping into their bones and the lack of food is starting to weigh heavy on William’s mind.

That, and other things.

Splitting up had been the right thing to do, but that hadn’t made it any easier.  Not for the first few days where all Joshua could do was cry for Erasmus or Julia, but mainly for Erasmus.  It’s hard for a small child to understand; sometimes hard things must be done, sometimes people have to leave for a while.

William has never been good with children, and he’d been against this decision from the get-go.  But Erasmus had the experience and Julia’s spells would be needed while they searched for the other half of the prophecy, so it fell to him to look after the child.

William loved Joshua, of course, that went without saying.  He just had no experience when it came to entertaining children; even after so long on the run with Joshua he never seemed to connect.

At least the boy had Harry.  He loved that silly little rabbit, almost as much as he loved Erasmus.

William feels a shiver run up his spine and pulls his robes tighter around himself.  They’ll need to find real shelter soon. It’s still the early days of winter, but the dark depths of it are coming at them faster than can be ignored.  He looks over at the boy, curled up and sleeping in the fur of that Godsend of a dog, clutching his little toy rabbit close.

William doesn’t often get a good look at the little thing.  It’s very nice, though, surprisingly so, a soft burgundy twill with linen for the lining in the ears.  Joshua rarely lets it out of his sight. The only times he does, he’ll take it to Erasmus and shove little ‘Harry’ towards him.  “Watch rabbit,” is all the small boy says. He never gives the toy to anyone else.

Erasmus had been the one to give it to him, showing up in camp one day with the stuffed toy.  Tossing it to the boy like it was nothing.  

When William had asked, Erasmus had said he’d stolen it from a shop in town.  The priest had wanted to berate him for it but couldn’t bring himself to when he saw how quickly Joshua was taken with it.

He is staring at Joshua and the dog now, musing his thoughts, when the boy shifts in his sleep.  The boy’s grip loosens and little Harry falls into the dirt.

William shakes his head and stoops to pick up the toy.  He pauses, turning the bunny over in his hands. It’s hard to tell in the firelight, but he could swear the deep burgundy material is diamond twill…

…

“Keep up, priest, come on then!” Erasmus yelled over his shoulder, “Haven’t you ever climbed a hill before?”

William didn’t know how they moved so fast.  Julia was far ahead at this point and the priest was sure carrying Joshua was the only thing slowing Erasmus down at all.  Sometimes he still had a twinge of doubt about this whole thing.

When Julia had arrived at his parish begging sanctuary, he hadn’t hesitated.  When Erasmus had, reluctantly, joined up with them, he had been apprehensive. Erasmus never truly seemed to care; more of a mercenary type.  If the conman didn’t owe them a debt of gratitude for saving him, William didn’t think he’d stick around at all. When they had come to the conclusion that the village was no longer safe for them, he’d begun to doubt.  He’d grown quite attached to the small boy, and knew this prophecy was bigger than any one of them could tackle on their own. But leaving his village, leaving home. That was difficult.

His faith was in flux.  Not his faith in the Lord, of course, that he was steadfast in.  But the Church there was the rub of it.

And he doubted himself.  Would he really be of any use?  What if it came to blows? What could a soft old priest hope to accomplish against armored inquisitorial guards?  Erasmus’ teasing only served to remind him if they were to be captured, it would ultimately be his fault.

He opened his mouth to tell Erasmus such but was stopped by a loud yelp.

Joshua had gotten fussy and decided he’d rather be with Julia, and in his attempt to clamber off Erasmus’ shoulders he’d knocked them both tumbling down the hill.  Julia saw to Joshua as William helped Erasmus to his feet.

“Are you alright, dear boy?” William asked as Erasmus grumbled.

“Damn urchin knocked me over,” Erasmus shouted, picking twigs and leaves out of his long red hair, “no bloody respect around here!”

“He’s two, what’s he supposed to know about respect?” Julia asked while seeing to Joshua’s very minor wounds.

“Well still, ought not to climb around so much.” The mercenary stalked off, shouting behind him, “Gonna get someone hurt one of these days!”

Julia shot William an exasperated look.  The priest just shrugged and made to follow Erasmus.  He caught up quickly, finding him pacing in a circle and cursing.

“You know,” William said softly, not wanting to spook the man, “Joshua could’ve been hurt a lot worse.  If I didn’t know better, I’d say someone did their best to make sure they took the brunt of the fall instead of the wee fellow.”

Erasmus shot him a glare, which was met with a knowing smile.

“Don’t get any ideas, priest,” Erasmus said, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “I’m out for one person and one person alone.  Me. Myself. Just the one, end of discussion. I’ll not have a bloody man of the goddamned cloth tarnishing my hard-won reputation.”

William raised his hands in a gesture of deference, willing to let the man believe whatever he felt like.  However, William prided himself as a judge of character, not one to be put off by brazen displays of aloofness.  No, Erasmus most definitely was a soft touch at heart. William was sure he deeply cared for the boy. Nothing Erasmus could say would convince him otherwise.

“Ah SHIT , stupid little gremlin!” Erasmus shouted, breaking William from his thoughts.

“You hear me back there!” Erasmus shouted towards the witch and the boy, “You’re done for!  Do you even know how expensive diamond twill is? How hard I had to work for something as nice as this!”

His deep burgundy tunic had been ripped almost completely, ruined as it were.  William rewrote his inner thoughts a bit; maybe he was off. Maybe Erasmus was just what he said he was.

Erasmus went to stalk off again but stopped noticing the look on William’s face.

“What are you looking at, priest?” he hissed in William’s face, “I’ll be back, I just need to go be pissed off for a minute.”

“Understandable, it was a very nice tunic.” William said dryly, not bothering to hide the edge in his voice.  He watched Erasmus stalk off further into the woods.

…

William had been wrong to jump to that snap judgement, of course, as he knows now.  But that can’t possibly be the same burgundy diamond twill of Erasmus’ old tunic, he must be mistaken.

But there it is, this pattern and this fabric.  From the tunic that had been ruined two years ago.

This is silly.  Ridiculous. Absolute nonsense.  He has to be going mad if he’s getting this distracted about the origins of a stuffed rabbit.  His paramount duty is to protect the boy, not get caught up in a bunch of what-if nonsense that doesn’t really matter.  And that’s the crux, isn’t it? Why does this matter? Why can’t he shake it?

He doesn’t put the rabbit down, just keeps turning it over in his hands.  It’s soft and worn from being well loved.

The stitching on the ears makes him stop; an odd looping thing.  As he runs a finger over it William is sure he’s seen that before as well…

…

They had made camp near a river, about four months after leaving the village.  They wouldn’t stay long; they never did. Just enough to sleep, maybe to eat a bit.  William had proven to himself that he could be useful and managed to catch a couple of trout (don’t say he never learned anything from his father, not that he ever tried to teach him much).

The smell of the fish roasting over the campfire was drifting through the air and everyone was in good spirits.  Julia was playing with Joshua, keeping him distracted and away from the fire. The two-year-old had developed a habit of grabbing anything within arm’s reach, and it wouldn’t do for him to go grabbing hot fish and burning himself.  Erasmus had wandered off some time ago.

“Julia, my dear, will you keep an eye on the fish for me?” William said, standing and wiping his hands off on his knees, “It’s almost ready, I’m just going to pop off for a bit and find where Erasmus ran off to.”

He followed the river, retracing the steps he saw Erasmus take earlier.  It didn’t take long to find him. He was sitting on a log on the riverside, tunic (a new one, in a deep forest green) draped over a branch1.  He was fiddling with the hem of a spare linen undershirt.

“Are you sewing?” William said, slightly surprised.

“Yea, gotta keep things in order somehow,” Erasmus said as he laid stitches along the hem. “These things wear out, can’t really go around getting new ones.”

“No, I suppose not,” William said as he watched Erasmus’ hands, deftly moving the needle to and fro, in and out.  

It was obviously a well-practiced skill.  William remembered the nuns, when he was still learning the priesthood, taking the time to darn socks that were wearing out rather than replacing them.  Vows of poverty and all that. They would work so quickly you almost couldn’t keep up if you watched. It was soothing. Sister Loquacious tried to teach him once.  It hadn’t gone well.

Erasmus’ needle moved with precision, even if the stitch looked rather odd.  There was the usual straight stitch he was used to seeing, but then he would pass the needle through loops he made at the edge.  Very odd, compared to anything in William’s small knowledge of sewing.

“Where did you learn to do that?” William asked, voice soft and almost a whisper.  One might mistake it for reverent if one were listening.

“Don’t really wanna talk about it, if it’s all the same,” Erasmus said as he finished his stitch.

“Right, of course,” William watched as Erasmus took his tunic down from the branch. “Dinner is almost ready, thought I’d come find you.  You know how Julia is, we’ll be lucky to have any left when we get back.”

“Ha,” Erasmus scoffed, “Right, because she’s the one who goes through our stores.  Don’t think I haven’t seen you sneaking around at night through the rucksacks, priest.”

They both caught the scent of fire-cooked fish wafting towards them.  Erasmus sauntered in the direction of camp with William following close behind.

A few weeks later, Erasmus had shown up in their camp and tossed a burgundy rabbit at Joshua, who immediately named it Harry.

…

That loop stitching is familiar.  It adorns so many things of his and Julia’s now, where Erasmus has volunteered to fix them.  And here it is, unmistakable, along the ears of this rabbit.

William feels something warm bloom in his heart.  His feelings, this infatuation for Erasmus has been bubbling for a while, no matter how hard he tries to stomp them back down.  His justification has always been that Erasmus is not in this for them, in the long run. The man had told him straight out. Erasmus does things for himself and no one else, no matter how false the priest knew that to be in his heart.

But this was unmistakable.  Sewing a toy rabbit for a scared child.  Sewing it out of his own ruined clothes. How long had Erasmus held onto that ruined tunic?  How long did it take him to make it?

William feels tears start to prickle at the corners of his eyes and holds back a sob.  It feels like something is cracking open inside of him, and when whatever it is spills out, he’ll never be able to put it back.

He misses Erasmus.

He’s alone in the woods with only a small boy and a dog, doing his best to keep them all safe, and he misses Erasmus so much that it physically hurts him.  This is a new feeling to William; attachments like this weren’t allowed in the priesthood.

He remembers the dream he had, almost a year ago now (though not a day goes by that it doesn’t haunt him).  The soft brush of lips on his, that euphoric feeling of being home ripped away so suddenly by the coming of daybreak.

William sits by a campfire, holding a small burgundy rabbit in his hands.

William sits by a campfire and heaves a sigh, hugging said rabbit the same way a small child would.  The same way a small child does almost every day.

William is in love.

He’s in love with Erasmus, and he’s finally admitting this to himself.

And there’s no going back now.

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1 - He stole it, of course.  Can't expect a conman to go around paying for nice tunics.

[mia-ugly]

Hi:) You probably don't remember this, but almost a year ago I've asked if you'd be ok with me writing a full story fic for the characters Avery Fell and Anthony Crowley played in your fic. 70k later I've just finished writing the scene from 4th season and have only an Epilogue left to post. I would be honoured if you would want to have a look at all:) It’s under: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21918358/chapters/52315138 Thank you for writing Slow Show, it lives forever in my heart ❤

Ohhhhh my god, I DO remember this. 70K LATER!!  You are incredible, and I’m so so excited to read this.  Thank you so much for sharing! 

It feels surreal in the absolute best way to know that people still care about these characters. I don’t even know what to say. I might have to lie down on the floor for awhile and feel real human feelings about this (mostly gratitude but also a whole lot of fluttering in the rib region along with some Daniel Levy face journeys.)

Thanks again ❤️