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Hello kind community members.
I normally blithely post things and let the chips fall (Apologies if that was unmannerly--I happened upon this community after getting hooked on the work of Mice and Random Nexus in Ao3).
I have something in the hopper that's been giving me pause and was wondering if there were any brave souls willing to give it a glance? It's the sequel to that last 'spyverse' tale (no one dies and the ending is happy). It's longish--about 17,000 words, and any help would be deeply appreciated.
Rummy comment warning: things got a bit out of hand in crack pairing land. Please be cautious with the links. AND also the lower comments... please keep animals (especially newts) and small children away
I normally blithely post things and let the chips fall (Apologies if that was unmannerly--I happened upon this community after getting hooked on the work of Mice and Random Nexus in Ao3).
I have something in the hopper that's been giving me pause and was wondering if there were any brave souls willing to give it a glance? It's the sequel to that last 'spyverse' tale (no one dies and the ending is happy). It's longish--about 17,000 words, and any help would be deeply appreciated.
Rummy comment warning: things got a bit out of hand in crack pairing land. Please be cautious with the links. AND also the lower comments... please keep animals (especially newts) and small children away
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Peering through the crack, I saw Spode on all fours, wearing an x-hatch union suit and horn-rimmed glasses. Behind him, Aunt Agatha, armored only in her corset, was fastening some large leather object to the front of that formidable garment.
“What on earth are they doing?” Since I was pressed tightly against his back in the tiny closet, I whispered directly in my man’s ear. “Is that thing shaped like … a newt?”
He hushed me by raising one finger to my lips, and it lingered there.
“Best not to ask, Sir,” he replied as he pushed back against me.
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