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[serpentarius]

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Daniel stumbles over his own nervous breath. But - fuck, this matters, and he needs to get it out, needs Armand to know it even if he doesn't quite know how to say it.

He pushes past the scratchy edges of his hesitation, soft and pleading and just a little bit shaky when he says:

"I wanna hear the real you.”

[mistwrites]

The Tower

by mistbornhero

Words: 1,120 Fandom: Star Wars Rating: General Audiences Relationship: Cody/Obi-Wan Kenobi Tags: Fairy Tale Elements, Curses, True Love's Kiss, Wizard!Obi-Wan, sort of Prince!Cody

A long, long, long time ago there lived a ruler of a prosperous kingdom. He made a wish and the next day, everyone in the kingdom looked like the King. Somehow, this is Cody's problem now.

Wisptober Prompt Day 1: Tower

[aziraphales-library]

Hello! Do you know any fics centered around Aziraphale and Crowley using pet names and endearments for each other and maybe with the other being flustered about it, because I am an absolute s u c k e r for those. Thank you for the help!

Hello!

The first fic that popped into my head was the first fic I’ve ever read for this fandom, which is also the first in this series:

Four times Crowley called Aziraphale "sweetheart" without noticing (and One time he did) by TheLadyZephyr (NR)

 "Sweetheart" (1290) - A person who is very dear to another; one who is loved. From sweet (adj.) + heart (n.)

Over the years, Crowley has called Aziraphale "sweetheart" on at least four different occasions. He just hasn't actually noticed himself saying it.

I also ended up using this tag for pet names and this tag for terms of endearment. Here’s some I found:

Partners, Lovebirds...and Beloved Husbands by Katrina_Viv (G)

Aziraphale finally lets Crowley call him his "husband," and the two friends plan a private commitment ceremony.

In a Name by soongtypeprincess (G)

There's a reason why Aziraphale loves being called "angel."

New Pet Names by somethingscarlet13 (G)

Crowley comes up with new pet names for Aziraphale

dearest love by asideofourown (G)

Crowley probably should have seen it coming, in hindsight.

He shouldn’t have been as surprised as he was, at any rate.  It had been three months since the Apocalypse, after all, and almost two months since he and Aziraphale had officially gotten together romantically. They were still very much in their honeymoon phase (which Crowley thought was completely justified— he and Aziraphale had spent six thousand years denying feelings for each other, scared of the consequences, so he figured they were entitled to at least a few centuries of shameless PDA).

But still, despite the fact that he and Aziraphale hugged each other and kissed each other all the time, and Crowley knew for a fact that Aziraphale loved him, he was stilled floored the first time Aziraphale called him ‘dearest.’

[Aziraphale and Crowley try out some new endearments]

on pet names and endearments by kototyph

“It looks positively heavenly, thank you,” he tells the maitre d’hotel, who smiles with the peaceable indulgence of a man watching two people amass a bill normally reserved for wedding parties. Royal ones.

“Looks like an eviscerated jam sandwich,” Crowley says, prodding one of the foam mounds with his fork. “And far from heavenly, trust me on this one.”

~ Mod G

[newyorkarttours]

Rebecca Morgan in 'Amuse-Bouche' at asyageisberg.com

Rebecca Morgan’s skewering of elitist urban attitudes towards rural Americans has shifted towards the grotesque in recent years. You wouldn’t guess this to judge by this highlight of Morgan’s 2014 show from New York Art Tours archive, a sensitive portrayal of the artist wrapped in her ‘depression blanket.’ Audacious and merciless as ever, Morgan’s latest work at Asya Geisberg Gallery is part of a group exhibition of work priced under $3k; her young woman in a face mask is a highlight of the presentation. Rebecca Morgan, Depression Blanket, oil and graphite on panel, 28” x 22,” 2014.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi! i'm looking for a fic read a while back, it was from the pov of a wedding planner who thought that aziraphale was an eccentric old man who kept changing who he was going to marry because they didn't realize that crowley was genderfluid. i'd really love to read it again, but that's all i can remember

Hello!

You might be looking for Aziraphale Confuses His Wedding Planner by WorseOmens (NR)

Jenny is a wedding planner, looking to take on a new client. Mr Fell is happy to have her on board, but he isn't always the best at communicating...

(A human wedding planner can't make sense of an angel who can't make sense of humans either... it's humorous fluff)

~ Mod G

[aziraphales-library]

Lost a post-church fic: I think they have both been pining forever but haven't done anything b/c they "know" they shouldn't. The night after the church, they kiss in the bookshop, which leads them to "decide" to have sex *but only this once*. They find they don't want to stop, so agree to share one night together, but no more. They have sex all night, becoming increasingly more emotionally open (and anguished by their forbidden love), and part ways in the morning.

Hello!

Is it This Thing We Do by summerofspock? (E)

When Crowley drops Aziraphale off at his bookshop after a silent and awkward ride from the demolished church, it doesn’t take much to convince Crowley to come inside.

Or Never Mine to Own by summerofspock? (E)

Aziraphale had always been terrible at lying to everyone else, but he seemed to excel at lying to himself.

Or even Burn by LeilaKalomi? (E)

Aziraphale attempts to show Crowley how grateful he is for his intervention at the church in 1941.

If not, will one of our lovely followers help us out?

~ Mod G

[aziraphales-library]

Do you have any recommendations of fics where Aziraphale is taking care of Crowley in some way? I read "Descent Suspension" by Arya_Greenleaf (holy fuck its so good ) and it made me crave more of that good ol anxious demon getting taken care of by slightly bastard angel. Also thank you so much for running this blog, I actualy found Descent Suspension trough here and much more awesome fics i would have never read otherwise :')

Hello!

I used this tag to find Comforting! Aziraphale fics! Here’s some I found:

Catch Me, I’m Falling (Again) by SnakesandTea (T)

Crowley has PTSD from his fall. A thunderstorm triggers him. Aziraphale does his best to care for his demon.

This Halfway Thing by amerande (M)

An unexpected encounter leaves Crowley badly hurt and starting to realize that perhaps things cannot simply continue as they have always been.

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A hurt/comfort story spanning the last few hundred years before the end of the world. M Rating is mostly for mature themes (and just a little bit of the last chapter).

carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters by IneffableDoll (T)

Crowley was on the floor, in the bookshop, and he was holding a book. His hands started trembling and he didn’t know why. (Triggers are not always obvious. They do not always burn.) 

Sometimes I Will Need You to Dry My Tears by Aethelflaed (T)

Sometimes it takes him, the mood, the spiral of self-doubt and self-disgust that makes Crowley wonder why he ever even bothered trying. A numbing weight across his emotions leaving nothing but despair.

But then, in his darkest moments, there is always Aziraphale...

Not Supposed To Be The Same by Snowfilly1 (M)

''M sorry. Want me to leave?'

'What? No, Crowley. You'll do no such thing.'

The morning after their meeting in Rome, a distraught Crowley comes looking for Aziraphale. He'd been put on Earth to protect and guard, after all. Would it be so awful to extend that care to the demon?

If you know of any other caretaking Aziraphale fics, please feel free to put them in the comments!

~ Mod G

[aziraphales-library]

Hello there! I am looking for some hastur fics! (No E rated fics please!) ~anon

Oops, forgot to say that mainly positive/angsty Hastur fics! Thankuuuuuu! ~anon

Angsty/soft Hastur fics 💖? ~anon

Here’s some Hastur fics I found on AO3!

If you can’t do good, better do bad well by Lookatallmyships (T)

What if there was a way to bring a demon back- even one who was killed by holy water?

The Angel and the Frog by gypsyweaver (M)

Hastur and Ligur are (finally) going to be reunited. Beelzebub recorporates Ligur, and remembers Hastur's depressing time alone and the succor that Hell tried to give him. Hastur's existence without Ligur has become hollow, but Ligur fears that his husband won't want him back as an angel.

this is not a love story (but love is in it) by taizi (T)

“Crowley is no longer affiliated with you.” The angel manages to sound indignant, of all things. “I—that is, he even got it in writing. Signed by three of Hell’s kings. It’s all very official.”

“Well, we’re not here in any official capacity,” Hastur says. “It’s more of a personal visit. Friendly chat, that sort of thing.”

If he was indignant before, Aziraphale is outright angry now. “You’re not his friends. You hurt him.”

“Of course we did,” Ligur says, as if the angel is particularly slow. And he might well be, if he needs this much spelled out. “We’re demons.”

“You tortured him,” Aziraphale presses, unrelenting.

“It’s Hell,” Hastur says impatiently. “It’s ninety-nine-percent torture on a slow day.”

A Funny Old World by noodlefrog (T)

Hastur liked fire. It had a certain look about it that he liked to watch, the color and the movement and the coiling of the smoke. If he was feeling sentimental, which was rare, he'd call it beautiful. Most of the time, he called it fun. Destructive. Exciting. Funny, sometimes, especially when humans were around to see something of theirs burning and did all that business of running around yelling about it.

He liked Ligur, as much as he could like any fellow demon. Ligur was competent at the temptations he performed and had a similar kind of eye for the artistry of a long con that Hastur could appreciate. He was... cunning. Ruthless. Vicious. A right proper menace. Excellent lurker. Knew how to bide his time and plot and scheme with the best of them. He could respect Ligur for what he was: an evil bastard who he didn't hate being around. When he was feeling sentimental, which was rare, he would think of him as beautiful, too. *screechy, off-key rendition of "I'm Gonna Be (500 Miles)" played on a kazoo* Hastur has a crush on Ligur, and it's mutual. I'm taking this crack seriously. You've been warned.

If our followers know any fics involving Hastur, please leave them in the notes!

~ Mod G