໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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Back to Yesterday by Foxtrot (SolidState) for CryptidCabaret
Fandoms: The Magnus Archives (Podcast)
16 Jun 2025
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Every day since she came out of Artifact Storage, wholer than she should’ve, Sasha has felt the uncanny sense of having narrowly slipped past a tragedy. Some itching knowledge in the back of her skull which whispers she exists past her own expiry, shuttled along the tracks far beyond where they should have come to an end and now lives with one foot over the edge of a great precipice. She would’ve long hit the bottom, if not for Michael.
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Michael and Sasha succumb to the ordeal of being known.
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- Part 1 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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“I was…I was going to tell you, when I came back from Sannikov.” Michael breathes it out like cigarette smoke, where it curls around them in the rain. He looks down at their joined hands, his own freckled knuckles and Gerry’s flaking black nail-polish. “I had this whole corny letter and everything, wrote it down on the plane so I could practice.”
“What did it say?” It feels equal parts tender and devastating, watching Michael’s downturned eyes - the fan of his pale lashes against his cheek.
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Michael and Gerry, after things have gone twisty and back again.
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- Part 2 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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“I am what was done to Michael Shelley.” It says, shrinking from a mother’s intense eye. Then it hunches inward, sinking to the muddy grass so it may pull its skinny legs to its hollow chest. Michael wishes she would stop looking at it that way.
It wants to tell this man it has no mother, that the son she is looking for is dead, but the person it was born from howls inside its head until Michael cannot bring itself to tell the truth. To become a butterfly, a caterpillar weaves itself a cozy little cocoon to sleep in before its entire body disintegrates and becomes caterpillar soup until that primordial goo shapes itself into a butterfly. The butterfly remembers being a caterpillar, it knows due north and the hand that raised it, but it is not a caterpillar.
Michael feels like it is a misshapen insect, a big ugly cuckoo bird that thinks it's a sparrow, a barn cat raised by dogs so it tries to bark and only hisses.
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Michael Shelley goes inside of the-door-that-should-not-be-there, what comes home is something else.
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- Part 3 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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These are not unfamiliar thoughts, not hardly, but they have taken root in him with insidious intent. Spreading like morning fog across the sea. The Lonely does that to people, really gets in there and fills up your lungs until you’re choking on it and haven’t even noticed you’re drowning while spitting up seafoam.
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A rainy, lonely, day made better by some company.Series
- Part 4 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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What sits outside the rest stop is not the same person, it isn’t even a person at all, but neither is it not. A contradictory mistake of nature that eats blue peanut M&M’s first, swearing they’re the best, and drinks Pepsi with a straw so the sugar wont hurt his teeth. Its teeth, rather. Can Michael even get cavities? Well, regardless, there is Michael and there is Michael Shelley and they meet in the middle as Gerry sits beside it and shares one of his ear-buds connected to a scratched up old Walkman.
A headphone cord links them together as they murmur conspiratorially, heads bowed until nearly touching. Michael tips a handful of M&M’s into its palm and picks blue first, offering it to Gerry.
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Written for a prompt fill. Gerry, Michael, and Gertrude on what could generously be called a 'road trip'.Series
- Part 5 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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Jon breaks easily, he knows. His edges are sharper than his words, than pen on paper. He must be carefully kept or else he will run at the first sign things are going south. Breakable and sharp and in need of careful keeping, he is a chore. Burdensome to tolerate at the best of times, unbearable at his worst. He scowls at strangers in crowded department stores, cringes when babies cry on the tube, snaps at his coworkers when he is frightened and Jon is so very frightened these days.
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The Archivist suffers the mortifying ordeal of being real.Series
- Part 6 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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“So.” Tim says, draping himself across the back of the sofa near enough to ruffle Martin’s hair as he does. “Who else has been snogging The Distortion this evening?”
Sasha eagerly raises her hand. Jon reluctantly follows. Martin hesitates before doing the same, feeling himself go red all over again.
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On Halloween Tim, Sasha, Jon and Martin are each visited by a very peculiar trick-or-treater
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- Part 7 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑
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He was buried beneath a maple tree, but hasn’t asked who put him here.
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Gerry and Michael and discussions of death.Series
- Part 8 of ໑Foxtrot's Magnus Archives Fic-Bin໑