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Mulcahy has always had trouble pushing his own boundaries, and Hawkeye isn’t usually one to cross a certain line, but in the wake of Trapper’s leave, a bit of loneliness and a bit of alcohol draw him to the chaplain’s tent.
(This fic will take place entirely in Mulcahy’s tent. I thought it would be fun to tell a broader story through a very limited scope.)
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26 Jun 2026
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Father Mulcahy would do absolutely anything for Hawkeye...
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25 Jun 2026
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It doesn’t really hit Hawkeye until they’ve finally reached the city, and Mulcahy’s eyes are staring in big, round, blue wonder at all the lights outside the window— His heart doesn’t sink, exactly, but it’s not really soaring, either. What do two men do on vacation from the worst place on Earth that can’t involve committing several offenses against God?
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They’ve been in Korea for a year and a half, and Mulcahy’s never been on R&R before. The best and obvious choice to teach an uptight little chaplain how to unwind is Hawkeye Pierce. But who better than Father Mulcahy to show a crazy agnostic that he might not need that much help after all?
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18 Jun 2026
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Everything was spinning, too hot, too intense. The whiskey still buzzed in Aziraphale’s veins, making him reckless. Their bodies moved together, hands grasping, legs tangling, mouths too preoccupied with kissing and gasping and biting to form actual words.
It felt dangerous, what they were doing.
It felt like something they could never come back from.
And neither of them stopped.
This was reckless. This was dangerous. They weren’t talking. They weren’t fixing things.
But right now, Aziraphale didn’t care.
He should have. He should have pulled back, should have said something to stop this, should have acknowledged the years they’d spent apart and the pain still lingering beneath the surface.
But Crowley’s hands were hot against his skin, his lips wet and bruising, his body all sharp angles and heat beneath him, and Aziraphale wanted.
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Aziraphale has made a few mistakes. The kind you wake up regretting. The kind you swear you won’t make again until you do. Over and over. Bad decisions, bad timing, and one very bad demon he can’t seem to stay away from.
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04 Jun 2026
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Herbert makes a friend.
It goes about as well as one might expect.
(But perhaps not as poorly as it could have gone.)Bookmarked by kiewis
01 Jun 2026