The Smoking Room
the smoking room the old oak door looks ancient, dark wooden surface stained by the ages. it stands out against the more modern, almost sterile cleanliness of the hotel walls.
Yuletide Prayer
As the others were preoccupied with Christmas activities, Murdoch excused himself. He grabbed a cup of wine, and approached the fireplace. "Brighid, light of the hearth, patron of smiths, reborn in the solstice, please let this be a joyful...
A quiet birthday
Murdoch yawned. "Happy birthday, love" Cliff said tenderly. Murdoch smiled, nuzzling into his partner. "Can this be a quiet day?" he asked, "Like, not a big party or anything." "Oh, sure babe." \*\*\* "hppy bd Murdoch!"...
Expanding the Horizons
William sighed. "I'm ready to talk, about that." Samuel nodded, and sat next to him. He had no pants, just a thong, but his jacket made up for the lack of lower vestiments. "It's one thing to be open" William said nervously, "But would...
Happy Birthday Sam!
William snuck into the living room. Sam was busy playing Persona 4. Yet his tail twitched; he knew he was there. William sat down in the couch and kissed his husband in the cheek. "What have me away?" "Cigarettes." "Damn, just that?" He kissed...
Happy Birthday Murdoch
"Surprise, bitch!" everyone shouts as Murdoch walked into the room. The poor fox still has tear crusts in his fur after waiting all day for his father, mother and Holly to wish him a happy birthday, but it seems all he gave up for them was...
Todd and Cliff
A the smoke room fanfic "i c-could escort him to his apartment!" todd volunteered hastily. quite a few people at the poker table rose eyebrows, but clifford seemed excited at the prospect, and that's all that mattered to todd. "splendid!"
Sam x Will thingie
3 years BC (before covid): Sam scrolled down his phone. His breathing was an aerial sandpaper on his throat, his eyes waterfalls, his heart a star going into supernova. He read the message over and over again, looping himself in panic: ...
William's Gift
A the smoke room fanfic for a change william adler was a lot of things in life. a sheriff, a detective. a pragmatist, a cynic. a native, trying to make himself useful to the colonizers.
Saturday, Dedicated to the God of Cycles of Violence and Revenge who Devours His Children, but Also of Harvest and the Lost Golden Age
I return, once again. I'll run again. It doesn't matter. Where is there to go? Guilty I am, and guilty I have been. Though in that town of secrets, who's to know? But no road leads me out from your shadow, My wolf, my lonely wolf, my...
Home
Nik relaxed on the lawn. Leaving Lakhia for the States was a choice, but one not taken lightly. And though the harsh continental climate of Pueblo vaguely resembled the more inland parts of his country, there was always something wrong. The air...
Part XIII - His Curse on the Fairest Joys
For the sake of classification, assume this to be based on the modern au as presented in the smoke room holiday specials, and that the events of echo played out as they would in the world those holiday specials present: what that last clause means precisely