This is one of those chapters I've really been looking forward to. I AM EXCITED. And I hope you won't tear me a new one in the comments
Scorn and the Saint-Maker, chapter 53: A voice from behind me reminds me
Scorn and the Saint-Maker is a murder mystery/ineffable husbands romance/who-turned-them-human Good Omens fanfic, set at a university in Scotland, with lots of (as-yet skippable) level-5 smut, ✨sexy maths✨ (passed peer review ✅), and one trans angel
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 53 summary: Let's go to London, shall we?
Rating: Chapter rated T for language. Fic rated E for skippable smut and instances of M-rated, heavy topics (please see tags).
No real CNs, but a mild cliffhanger that might make you rather cross with me.
Excerpt:
Anthony ducked his head to look at him over the rims of his glasses. “Hey. Are you all right?” Fell smiled stiffly. “Perfectly, yes. Ah, tip-top. Absol—” “If you tell me ‘tickety-boo’, I will pick up that flower pot and hit you over the head with it.” Fell stopped walking. Anthony frowned. “I’m not sure why I said that.” Fell swallowed. “I’m not sure I’ve ever said ‘tickety-boo’,” he said. Anthony’s left eyebrow twitched. “Perhaps it’s… just the sort of thing you would say.” Doctor Fell brushed down the front of his coat. His fingers itched for something to tug on.
Read chapter 53 on AO3 ➡️ or start from the beginning ↩️ (226k words, WIP)
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