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isabellerecsTitle: The Sheer Unholy Fucking Delight of It
Author: deathtosanepeople
Canon: American Gods
Pairing: Shadow Moon/Mad Sweeney
Rating: Explicit [NC-17]
Word Count: 7,396
Summary: Wednesday, Shadow, and our resident unlucky leprechaun are finally traveling to Wisconsin. After a rough night of drinking, tormented by thoughts of his dead wife and the ones who put her in her grave, Shadow has to make an unscheduled pit stop to empty his guts on the side of the road. Sweeney follows and tries to give him some advice, and as usual, it falls through. This time however, Sweeney doesn’t mind, for Shadow wants something else from him— something Sweeney would much rather give.
Recommendation: I love that this seems to illustrate that Shadow is no mere mortal man, and that he has some regard for Sweeney.
Recommendation #1,809