Cabin Pressure limericksThere once was a boy, Martin CrieffCabin Pressure limericks in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who caused his parents some grief
He wanted to be a plane
But his efforts were in vain
The flight down from the roof is rather brief
There was a steward, Arthur Shappey
Who knew the secret of being happy
Toss an apple, or rather
Get into hot water
It'll surely make your day a lot less crappy
If there ever was a living otter
On the flight deck, there'd be clutter
So put the last one
In the fridge, it'll have fun
Playing among the bread, milk, and butter
A gun might be your first pick
But I'll let you in on a trick
If you me
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Cabin Pressure fanfic
Triggerwarning: attempted suicide
Douglas watched in fond amusement as his lover paced back and forth across the living room floor. Martin's face was flushed slightly, clashing with his red hair adorably, and he kept sighing and biting his lip. He hadn't noticed Douglas' presence yet so the first officer could watch merrily away.
When Martin raked a frustrated hand through his hair, Douglas took pity on him and decided to snap him out of it.
"I never realised you were that anxious to see me, Martin." He drawled, startling the younger man.
"Oh, Douglas, I didn't hear you come in."
Douglas noted with a smug smile that almost immediately Martin's posture relaxed upon seeing him. The tension fled from his shoulders and a gentle smile appeared on the man's face.
After a quick kiss in greeting, Douglas pressed a last kiss to Martin's temple.
"What has you so frantic then, captain?" He murmured in his ear.
Martin let out a sigh, relax
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Cabin Pressure / Sherlock Crossover Fanfiction
They ended up going for a coffee together after that. Martin was curious to how his cousin's life had been and even more so as to what kind of man he had shared his flat with. Martin knew that Sherlock hadn't been the easiest to be around, never mind living together with! He loved had loved his cousin dearly but that didn't mean he couldn't be a pain in the arse.
At the same time Martin could tell John was curious about him as well. Even though they looked alike Sherlock and Martin were obviously completely different individuals. Martin didn't have any of Sherlock's genius or his tendency for dramatics. Martin was, well, ordinary.
Whenever they had the time, which meant whenever Martin wasn't flying or delivering stuff in his van, he and John would meet up and chat. Sometimes they just shared smalltalk, but oftentimes they talked about their mutual loss. Martin didn't talk about it with an
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A Sherlock fanfiction
Sherlock was not a man who was easy to surprise. His very nature was the cause of that. If his sharp eyes hadn't already picked up on any secret you might hold, his quick mind would surely deduce it within minutes, probably seconds. There had been times Sherlock had been surprised, but he could count those occasions on one hand. It was John Watson who would force Sherlock to start counting on his other hand as well.
John was very protective of him, that he knew. He'd known that since their first case together, when he shot the cabbie. That had been the first time John Watson had surprised him; a doctor not hesitating when taking the life of another man. Sherlock had deduced already that John had been in the army and had obviously killed before. But to be confronted with such ruthlessness, and all in order to protect him... It had been quite mind-blowing.
John was a paradox. A doctor and a soldier. Protective but addicted to danger. Caring but
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Cabin Pressure / Sherlock crossover
Fanfiction by Ayantiel
Martin stared quizzically at his phone. He was so lost in thought he didn't hear the door opening to MJN's tiny excuse of an office.
"Baffling piece of technology, isn't it, oh Captain mine."
A small jolt through his body was the only sign Martin had heard his first officer. He kept staring at his phone, only uttering a small 'hmm'.
If he had been paying more attention he would have seen the amusement fading of Douglas' face and would have realised his response was the only thing that made Douglas' quips actually amusing to the older man. Typically Martin's luck, really.
Finally Martin pocketed his phone again and looked up to meet Douglas' questioning gaze.
"What?" He asked.
"That's what I was about to ask" Douglas said. "Or more accurately, what made your phone so interesting?"
Martin shrugged but he was frowning.
"Just a text from my cousin."
"I didn't know you had a cousin." Douglas commented.
"You never asked