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[image of the chess symbol for white Bishop with text "see to it, Blackwood"]
Thing that cheered me up last night (although probably a combination of hormones/catching up on rest/delayed reaction to accomplishments/etc.) was Blackie/Sean.
[Bishop John Blackwood Ryan and Cardinal Sean Cronin, from the Blackie Ryan mysteries by Father Andrew Greeley, are just a tiny bit OTP for me. Because of stuff like this, and because they hit just about 9000 of my kinks]
Blackie, of course, narrates:
And then there's the physical stuff:
(Yep, still no fic on AO3.)
Blackie never says no! Hovering like a leopard! ~glitter~
[image of the chess symbol for white Bishop with text "see to it, Blackwood"]
Thing that cheered me up last night (although probably a combination of hormones/catching up on rest/delayed reaction to accomplishments/etc.) was Blackie/Sean.
[Bishop John Blackwood Ryan and Cardinal Sean Cronin, from the Blackie Ryan mysteries by Father Andrew Greeley, are just a tiny bit OTP for me. Because of stuff like this, and because they hit just about 9000 of my kinks]
Blackie, of course, narrates:
"All right, Blackwood, I'll make the calls. Someone should be around the proper congregation in Rome.... Go over to the Augustana with him and see that they treat him right."
"No."
That stopped Milord Cronin cold. Almost never did he hear that word from me.
"NO?"
And then there's the physical stuff:
He thereupon strode into my room, roman collar pulled out of his clerical shirt -- none of these vests that other bishops affect for Sean Cronin -- and hovered over me like a caged black leopard with his forelegs against the bars of his cage.
(Yep, still no fic on AO3.)
Blackie never says no! Hovering like a leopard! ~glitter~