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Hallowed Ground
@drarrymicrofic | words: 55 | prompt: ground
“WOAH, WOAH, WOAH— What do you think you’re doing?!”
“Err— pulling weeds?”
Harry gasped, affronted. “This is hallowed ground. We planted seeds of love here— do you even care?!”
“Harry—”
“Everything that grows here is natural— sacred. Not to be desecrated by… humanistic aesthetics!”
Draco sighed, exasperated. “I fucked you in the garden ONE TIME.”
Aid and Comfort
by TurnSpitDog
Rated T, 12,693 words
Status: Complete
Summary:
Cut off from access to Earth, the hosts of Hell find other ways to torment Crowley. Aziraphale provides a refuge.
Why We Love It:
A story that sticks to canon, in this Book Omens fic Aziraphale and Crowley don’t live in each other’s pockets, and Aziraphale is actually rather snippy and somewhat protective of his private space. But when Crowley starts having a problem with Hell, Aziraphale immediately steps up to help him.
With funny, clever dialogue, we’re treated to multiple scenes of how Hell is slowly driving Crowley mad, until the final, crucial scene where it seems all is lost. In the end, our angel and demon pair have to admit that they’re better off together than apart. Obviously.
Tags: Book Omens, Hell is terrible, BAMF Aziraphale, Moving in together, First Kiss
Review by @spectrallydistracted
Read on AO3
Posted on AO3, for my darling muse, @plagueislost 😊
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
never could be sweeter than with you by mseg_21
@steveseddie
Rating: Teen and Up Audiences
23,356 words, 1/1 chapters
Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply
Tags: Post-Stranger Things 4 Vol. 2, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eddie Munson Lives, POV Eddie Munson, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington is a Sweetheart, Good Uncle Wayne Munson, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Sharing Clothes, Sharing a Bed, Smoking, Friends to Lovers, Idiots in Love, First Kiss, Love Confessions, Getting Together, 5+1 Things
Summary:
“Good morning, Mr. Munson, is Eddie home? Um, that’s a stupid question, of course he’s home.” Steve chuckles nervously. Steve. That’s Steve at Eddie’s door. “Is he awake?” “He’s awake, son, but I gotta warn you, he’s in a pissy mood today,” Wayne’s gruff voice replies. “Wayne!” Eddie protests loudly. “Just telling it like it is,” Wayne throws over his shoulder. “You still wanna come in?” He asks Steve. “If that's okay, Mr. Munson.” God, he’s so polite. Eddie hates that he finds it endearing. “Please call me Wayne, son.” Eddie doesn’t even get a chance to try and make himself look somewhat decent. Right away, there’s the sound of the door closing and then Wayne walks back into the living space with Steve in tow, looking perfectly put together in his neat polo shirt and blue jeans. Eddie is still in his fucking pajamas, for fuck’s sake. or 5 times Steve visits Eddie and lies about why + 1 time Eddie catches him in the lie
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Sequence 04 is online!!
Read it here.
with fancy trailer shots for you mhmm mhmm
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Have you read by the skin of your teeth?
Yes
It's in my bookmarks/saved for later/I intend to now
No
No, and I don't read Gravity Falls fics
Summary:
In which Ford's attempt to survive entirely on caffeine and paranoia suffers some pitfalls, and things happen differently in 1982.
Author:
@apathetic-revenant
Out of air
@sassay-fox challenged me to write 500 words of fluff after she saw the small sneak peek of my current wip.... and well, here you go. It's doable. Apparently.
The sun beams down and Buck grins, squinting against its rays. His cheeks hurt from the amount of smiling he's doing but he can't seem to stop. A finger prods at his face, pushing in hard enough to hit his teeth. "You look deranged," Eddie mutters. "You're scaring small children." "I'm happy, Eddie," Buck tells him. Peering over at his best friend, Buck taps his own fingertip to Eddie's pink cheekbone. "You're smiling too." Eddie shrugs, "can you blame me?" Honestly, Buck can't. He swings their joined hands with a shake of his head, "no," Buck rasps, "not really." Coming to a stop, Buck stands in front of Eddie, free hand cupping his cheek, just because Buck can. He's allowed to touch Eddie like this, gently, reverently, intimately. There's a fond expression on Eddie's face that's completely unfiltered and tender. It's a look Buck has seen before in a way, but almost less. As if Eddie was holding himself back from showing everything. "I love you," Buck whispers, dipping his head and bringing their lips together. Kissing Eddie is a revelation, it's Buck's new favourite thing to do. All kinds of kisses are perfect with him. The hungry, dominating one that led to Eddie straddling Buck's lap and grinding against him like horny teenagers. The delicate, barely there peck that Eddie had given Buck after shyly asking can I try something? The sweet, warm morning cling of lips before they got out of bed a few hours ago. This light catching of Eddie's lower lip between Buck's is perfectly chaste and still Buck moans. Eddie breaks the kiss with his smile. "I love you too, Buck," he murmurs, stealing another kiss. Unfortunately, Eddie takes that moment to step away and Buck pouts. "I can't kiss you forever in-" "You could," Buck cajoles, closing the distance between them again. There's an amused puff of fond laughter, Eddie's canines on display with how wide his smile is. "I could," he agrees and Buck takes that as permission to slip his free hand down Eddie's chest to curl around his waist. "But I don't think it's a good idea, tesoro," Eddie tells him, "not in the grocery store parking lot." Glancing around, Buck eyes the cars and people, he meets Eddie's gaze and shrugs. "Don't think they'd care," Buck whispers. "So you can keep kissing me, baby." Eddie rolls his eyes but there's no heat there, just affection and love that Buck has always seen and never been able to name. Until last night. Leaning in, Eddie brushes his lips over Buck's, feather-light and tender, teasing as he pulls back and draws in again. Over and over Eddie kisses Buck until he's practically giddy. "C'mon," Eddie murmurs, stepping away and tugging Buck with him. "I gotta fill my cupboards before we go home or Chris'll starve." "I'll make something," Buck counters. With a snort, Eddie says, "you can't make food out of air, Buck." Grumbling as he follows Eddie, Buck mutters, "I could."
Kindred Spirits has to be one of the best Bunnydoll fics I’ve ever read. It’s a one-shot but it feels super in-character to how I picture human Bunnydoll.
