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whataperfectwasteoftime · 3 months ago

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Love and Other Curses - Part One

Pairing: Dragon!Marcus Pike x f!Reader

Rating: E (18+ only, explicit smut)

Word Count: 10k

Summary: Being the oldest daughter in a poor farming family of seven, you had little hope of marrying for love, let alone marrying at all. But when one morning a letter arrives from the mysterious Prince of Azethia, you find yourself swept away–literally–to a faraway kingdom where mythical beasts are commonplace and magic runs deep in the blood of those who live there… Or is it a curse? It quickly becomes clear that the melancholic Prince Marcus is not what he seems… but can you learn his secret before you–and the Prince–run out of time altogether?

Warnings: Extreme cheese and flowery language ala the most ridiculous romantasy you can imagine; shape-shifting Marcus Pike (he’s a dragoonnnnnn!!); animal attack; animal death; brief violence and mentions of blood; curses; implied virgin reader; arranged-ish marriage; yearning and self-loathing that will break your little heart; non-human genitalia; human-dragon hybrids.

A/N: A few weeks ago I had a dream that Marcus Pike was a dark romantasy hero with a humongous monster dick. One day I opened a google doc and then several days later I had 20k worth of yearning and smut. The beginning especially is HEAVILY inspired by the book Once Upon a Winter’s Night by Denis L. McKiernan, which was the first book with smut in it that I read around age 14 and it changed me forever (and made me completely unhinged). The premise of the marriage proposal is almost exactly the same, to my memory. Credit to the lovely @pedropascalsx for the moodboard edits <3

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part Two

The envelope arrives early in the morning.

Your youngest brother is the one who opens the door to the modest farmhouse where your family lives, and even at the young age of seven, he immediately understands that the item in his hands is precious and expensively-made. You watch as he gasps softly at the feel of the thick parchment against his fingers, inspecting the elaborate wax seal with a little furrow on his tiny brow.

“What is it?” your father asks from the doorway to the kitchen.

Elias turns the thick envelope over and squints at the ornate calligraphy on the front. “It’s… it’s for grande-soeur,” he says in bewilderment, holding it out to you.

“Let me see,” your father interrupts, taking the package himself and frowning at the writing. The deep furrows in his brow deepen. “Elias is correct,” is all he says as he hands it over

You carefully take the envelope from his grip; the careworn hands of your father left a few dusty fingerprints on the expensive vellum, but you ignore them as you read the letters of your name spelled out in a fine flourish. There is no other writing on the front, no indication of the identity of the sender, until you turn it over.

You gasp, nearly dropping the letter in your surprise. “This is the seal of the prince of Azethia,” you whisper. Your volume hardly matters–the little farmhouse is so quiet that your seven siblings and your parents can still hear the hushed phrase.

“Open it!” Lucie, the second-oldest shrieks in delight.

“Patience,” maman scolds her, but you’re already sliding one fingernail underneath the heavy wax seal, trying to pry it up with minimal damage.

You carefully slide the thick parchment from the confines of the envelope and unfold it. Your eyes flit back and forth rapidly as you take in the meaning of the letter. No, no. It cannot be true.

“Read it out loud!” Elias wheedles.

With an unsteady voice, you comply.

Dearest; Many times have I strolled through the woods near your farmhouse at dawn to clear my head after a restless sleep, and my tired eyes have beheld your beautiful form laboring in the fields as though you may never feel fatigue. At first, I was simply impressed by your strength and steadfastness, but I must confess that, one morning, I stood in horror as your young sibling collapsed with a coughing fit, and as I watched you rush to his side and administer aid, I fell deeply in love with your kind and gentle nature. Please forgive my secrecy and imprudence for watching you unseen through the trees. I am accustomed to being a solitary man and have lived alone for many years, and could not summon the courage to reveal myself to you. Please know that, while this letter comes to you with no preamble, I have thought of nothing but this from the moment I first came upon your little farmhouse some years ago. I shall stop rambling now, and get to the purpose of this letter. For circumstances beyond my control, I must marry at once. I apologize that I cannot tell you, at this time, the reasons behind my urgency, but I must confess that I cannot fathom the idea of having any bride but you. I realize this may come as some surprise. Nay, not just surprise, but fear–you do not know me, not yet, and this letter brings no guarantee that I would be a good and gentle husband to you. All I can provide to you, dearest, is my word that I would provide you with all the riches and comforts you should desire as my bride, and that you would reside in splendor with me in my castle. Additionally, I commit heretofore to providing a generous dowry to your family, along with a monthly tithe to ensure that your family lives in comfort for the rest of their days. I promise to you that none of your seven siblings would go hungry from this day forward, and that your petit-frère would receive the medicine he requires. No longer would they need to labour in the fields. All this I can promise, and one thing more: I promise that I will love and cherish you, should you choose to become my beloved bride or not, until my dying breath. There is no need to reply to this letter; in three days’ time, a chauffeur shall arrive to bring you to me. If you so choose, simply wait at the edge of the woods on the east end of your farm at dawn, and when the sun rises, he shall appear. If you are not there to meet him, I shall understand that your answer is “no,” and I will harass you no longer. With ardent affection, Marcus, Prince of Azethia PS. Please do not be alarmed by the appearance of my chauffeur. His kind are quite common in my kingdom, and are not only docile, but quite intelligent and kind.

The farmhouse is silent as you finish reading the prince’s letter. Silent, but for the pounding of your own heart. The bride of a prince you’ve never even met? You can hardly fathom it.

“You should say no, grande-soeur,” Elias says indignantly. “Who is this prince that must purchase a bride?”

“Hush,” hisses your sister Celine. “Imagine never going hungry again a day in our lives.”

“It isn’t up to you,” Lucie argues. “Let her make her own choice.”

“Which is no,” Elias insists again.

You finally speak for the first time upon reading the letter. “Elias… you could finally get the medicine you need,” you say gently.

You look to Mother and Father with a determined expression, forcing your words to be steady despite the lump in your throat and the fear in your heart. “I accept the prince’s terms.”

Celine cheers. Elias shoves her angrily, but when she shoves him back unthinkingly and he begins to cough, the rest of your siblings come to his defense and the small farmhouse dissolves into shouts and arguing.

“Stop!” you cry out over the din. “I’ve made up my mind. Please, dear sisters and brothers, do not fight over me.”

Your father nods, resigned, and looking more tired than you’ve ever seen him. Maman, on the other hand, seems triumphant, her eyes sparkling with the prospect of wealth.

“What did he mean, ‘do not be alarmed by the appearance of my chauffeur’?” asks Pierre, your other brother, three years older than Elias, pointing to the letter still held loosely in your hand.

“He must be terribly ugly,” Lucy suggests.

“Perhaps it is a ferocious beast with the intelligence of a man,” Elias adds. “I have heard tales of such things.”

“Fairy tales, you mean,” Pierre laughs. “No such thing exists in this world.”

“In this world, but perhaps in other kingdoms such a thing is common,” you say. “And Azethia is so very far away.” A pang of sadness washes over you at your own words. “So very far,” you say again in a near whisper.

Elias rushes into your arms, and you pull him close for a tender hug. “Oh grande-soeur,” he cries into your chest, “please don’t go.”

You ruffle his hair affectionately. “Silly frere, I came of age two years ago already. You must know I was never destined to stay–I must make my own way in the world, after all.”

“Yes, but to marry a man you’ve never met? And all the way in Azethia? It will take you a month just to get there, even on horseback!”

“Not just a man,” Maman reminds him, “but a prince.”

Elias blows a loud, wet raspberry in response.

Your dreams that night are troubled. A shadowy figure watches you from the trees, but even as you run at a full sprint, the edge of the woods becomes even farther and farther away. The fields of your farm melt away into a dark, foreboding castle, where, once again, you chase the shadow of Prince Marcus down long, winding hallways.

The next three days pass quicker than you’ve ever experienced days passing. On the third day, you wake long before dawn, and your family helps you pack your scant belongings into a small suitcase. You don your finest dress, the one you usually wear into town–which is still quite plain, but at least free of holes and tears–and walk in the waning twilight toward the edge of the woods with your seven siblings, mother, and father all trailing behind you.

Your nervousness has made you quite early. You stand at the tree line, watching the sky lighten, your breaths visible in the chilly air. Elias shivers, so you remove your outer cloak and drape it over his shoulders.

No one speaks.

The coming sunrise gradually fills the sky with beautiful pinks and oranges, bathing the land, and the tiny little farmhouse that you’ll miss so much, in warm colors. Finally, just as daylight hits the very top branches of the trees, you hear a great thundering sound, almost like… the beating of wings.

You cry out in shock as a large silhouette suddenly circles overhead–too large to be a bird, and too reptilian. Its wings send gusts of air down over you and your waiting family as the great beast lowers itself to the ground. Its landing seems to generate a small earthquake, and although every instinct is screaming at you to run in terror, you stand fast, refusing to move even as your body trembles. Its body is covered in scales of dark green, but when its wings move, you can see a hint of iridescence that gives them the illusion that they are shimmering.

The dragon–for you have no other word for this scaled, winged creature–seems to stare at you. As you stare back, it closes its eyes and drops its gigantic head in what can only be a reverent bow.

“H-Hello,” you address the beast timidly. “Are you the chauffeur of Prince Marcus that is to bear me to his castle in Azethia?”

The dragon huffs in assent, blowing a strong gust of warm air out of its nostrils as it does so. It carefully lowers itself to the ground, and that’s when you spot the ornate leather saddle attached to the beast’s back.

“I’m to ride you?” you ask in disbelief.

The creature’s massive head bobs up and down, and it makes a soft grunting noise in its throat.

With your heart in your throat, you take a few cautious steps toward the giant animal, and hold out your shaking hand until it gently touches the hard scales between its eyes. The eyes–which are a deep, chocolate brown and flecked with gold–close with contentment at your touch, and you conjure up years of memories doing the same gesture with your milking cows. Carefully, you rub up and down the creature’s snout, marveling at the strange feel of its scaly skin. The beast seems to shudder at your touch. Despite yourself, you begin to smile.

“Let us go, then, dear dragon.”

The beast is patient as you share your last tearful hugs with your family, before grabbing your suitcase and awkwardly climbing onto the large saddle. You notice the thick leather straps and buckles, and you hastily fasten them around you, tightening them as much as you can and hoping they’ll hold for what’s about to come. As the dragon spreads its massive wings, you curl over into the soft leather, squeeze your eyes tightly shut, and hold on for dear life.

The sound is deafening as the dragon’s wings begin to beat, creating great gusts of wind as it rises into the air. With your eyes closed, your only indication that you’ve left the ground is the way your stomach seems to drop out of your body. With a squeal of fear, you hold even tighter to the saddle as the beating of the wings sends you up and down, up and down, over and over again. Finally, when you can stand the feeling no longer, the thunderous wingbeats pause for a moment as the dragon glides through the air.

Desperate to catch one last glimpse of your family, you crack open one eye to see them staring up at you in awe as the dragon circles them once, twice, before letting out a great bellow and then beating its wings as it soars higher above the trees and toward the rising sun–and your new kingdom.

Your entire body is aching when, hours later, your ‘chauffeur’ comes to rest in a lush meadow near a spring. You stagger out of the saddle and collapse ungracefully to the ground. The dragon grunts, making a noise of what could only be described as concern, as it turns its head toward you.

“I’m fine,” you say, suddenly wanting to reassure the poor beast. “I’m being silly. You’re the one who’s doing all of the hard work, after all.”

The dragon huffs loudly and turns its head toward the clear stream, and then looks back at you. When you don’t move, it does it again–points its head at the water, and back to you.

“You want me to drink?” you ask.

The creature jerks its head toward the spring and huffs again.

“I’ll take that as a ‘yes,’” you say wryly, and gingerly crawl toward the clear, bubbling stream. You scoop handful after handful of blissfully cold water, sipping gratefully from your cupped hands until you’ve had enough. When you sit back with a satisfied sigh, only then does the dragon tip its head toward the water and drink for itself.

“You’re very kind,” you tell it, feeling the need to fill the silence. “Have you worked for the prince for a long time?”

The beast lets out a kind of a snort, and continues drinking.

“I’m not sure what that means,” you say, smiling softly.

When the dragon finishes drinking, it raises his head to look at you, then jerks its head back toward the saddle.

“Time to go again already?” you ask with a soft sigh.

It shakes its head back and forth in what clearly means ‘no,’ and then jerks back toward the saddle again. Your gaze falls on the bags hanging on either side. “Are you saying I should look in those?”

It huffs again in what you’ve decided is ‘yes.’

You comply, carefully stepping around the great beast’s claws and reaching into the first leather bag. You let out a cry of delight as you pull out package after package of food–dried meats, fruits, nuts, and loaves of bread. You take a piece of dried meat and tear off a chunk of bread, and put the rest back.

“Thank you,” you tell the dragon, as you eat your snack. “Those bags, are they all full of food?”

Huff.

“So the journey will be quite long, then?”

Huff.

“I’ve heard that it takes a month to reach the border of your kingdom on horseback, is that right?”

Huff.

“I imagine you are quite a bit faster than a horse, dear dragon.”

Huff. It might be your imagination, but the beast seems to pull itself up proudly at this last question.

“Then I will estimate that our journey will take… one week.”

Can dragons shrug? If so, that’s certainly what this one just did. When you finish your snack, you cup one more handful of water to your lips before standing and stretching luxuriously. The dragon seems to do the same, extending its wings and shaking them slightly. Looking at you, it bows its head and lowers itself to the ground once more for you to climb on.

“Here we go once more,” you sigh as you buckle yourself into the saddle. “I’m afraid I’m not quite used to this yet.”

The dragon whuffs and shakes its head, almost as though it was… laughing. You smile too, and this time, as its wings powerfully push you both into the air, you don’t close your eyes.

“Prince Marcus… is he… nice?” you ask on the second night of your journey. It feels like a silly, childish thing to ask, but you can’t help but give voice to the question that’s plagued you ever since you read his letter.

Your massive companion tilts its head to the side as it regards you, and then huffs in assent.

“It’s rather scary, you see, being promised to a man you’ve never met,” you explain, putting a few more branches on the little fire you’ve built to keep you warm. “I’m sure such a thing doesn’t seem frightening to you, being a dragon and all.”

The beast hums low in its throat as it lowers its head to gently touch your shoulder with its snout. Such a thing would have terrified you just two days ago, but you’ve translated this move to mean reassurance, and you’ve started to find it quite comforting.

“I suppose if he’s a cruel man, he wouldn’t have such a gentle creature in his employ,” you say with a wry smile.

The dragon pulls back slightly to shake his head back and forth vehemently, and you laugh.

“I take that to mean he’s not a cruel man at all.”

HUFF, the beast agrees loudly.

You tend to the fire until it blazes quite warmly. Being in the air all the time has left a chill in your bones that never quite goes away, causing you to shiver even when the sun shines warmly on you. As the night falls, you grow even colder, and you wrap the saddle blanket around you as you huddle closer to the fire. You’d left your cloak on Elias’s shoulders.

A twig snaps in the darkness, and both you and the dragon startle and turn your heads in the direction of the noise.

“Probably a little rabbit, or a deer–”

But your reassurance is interrupted by the cold, eerie howl of a wolf.

“Oh,” you whisper softly. “Oh no.”

The dragon growls low in his throat and stands at attention. The firelight glinting off its golden irises makes it look as though his very eyes are aflame, and you stare at the creature in awe. What a terrifying, beautiful thing, you think to yourself even as the first wolf stalks through the trees in your direction.

You can’t move, frozen in fear as you watch nine more of the predators surround you and your little campfire. All is quiet as the animals stand off against one another, none of them moving as the tension builds. Then, suddenly, one of the wolves lunges toward you.

You shriek, instinctively curling into a ball as you anticipate the sharp bite of teeth into your skin, but before the creature can tear into you, it’s snapped out of midair by the great jaws of the dragon. Your companion lets out a fearsome growl as it throws the wolf aside, its body colliding hard with a nearby tree with a broken yelp. And then all the wolves charge.

You fling yourself out of the way just in time as they all converge upon your protector, who roars and gnashes its teeth, catching one, then two, then three of them in his powerful jaws and biting down hard. Several others land on the great beast's back, and it bellows loudly in anger, shaking its body violently and sending more of them crashing into the trees. Blood splashes on your dress as the wolves are dealt with one by one, their lives violently ended by the teeth and claws of the dragon.

And then, as suddenly as it had begun, it’s over. The dragon breathes heavily, the hot air from its nostrils creating great bursts of fog that hang in the air around it. It turns back toward you, and then, finally, you find the courage to move again. You fly to your feet and rush forward, wrapping your arms around as much of the dragon’s snout as you can manage.

“Thank you,” you whisper shakily into its scales.

When you pull back, you discover that one of your hands is slick with blood, and you gasp. “Dear dragon,” you say urgently, “I think you’re hurt.”

The creature huffs indignantly and shakes its head back and forth, taking care not to hit you as it does. The message is clear: Don’t worry about me.

“Stop that,” you scold. “Let me see.”

Quickly, you find the culprit: a long scratch just underneath the dragon’s eye, where his scales are softer and more delicate.

“Oh,” you exclaim softly as your fingers trace the angry wound. “It’s pretty deep.”

The dragon huffs and shakes its head again–if a dragon could roll its eyes, you suppose it would be doing so right now. But you’re already springing into action, tearing off a strip of cloth from the bottom of your dress and pressing it firmly to the wound.

“I don’t think I can manage to come up with enough material to bandage it without embarrassing myself,” you say wryly, “but if I keep pressure on it like this, the bleeding should stop soon.”

At the touch of the cloth against his eye, your dragon seems to give up protesting. Closing its eyes, you can swear that it leans into your touch. You sit like this for quite some time, not speaking, pressing the scrap of your dress against the beast’s cheek until both the cloth and your hands are stained red. But the bleeding does, eventually, cease.

Another quiet howl sounds in the distance, probably miles off, but you still jump in trepidation. Giving you a solemn look, the dragon places one giant foot over the fire you built, plunging the woods into darkness once more.

“It was the fire that drew them to us?” you ask, racked with guilt.

A soft huff comes from the darkness, confirming your fear.

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper. “I did this.”

You can feel the dragon shake its head gently, and, as your eyes adjust to the dim, pale moonlight, you see its gold-flecked eyes still watching you. Carefully, it lowers itself to the ground beside you, laying on its side, before gently nudging you against him with one scaly wing.

When you feel the heat of its belly through your threadbare dress, you realize what it’s trying to ask. Gratefully, you curl into the beast’s side, and you’re plunged into darkness as its wing gently folds around you, enveloping you in a warmth so complete that you fall asleep in an instant.

The rest of your journey happens without incident. Six more days of flying through the sky on the back of a giant dragon, and six more nights curled up against its side for warmth, and on the dawn of the ninth day of your travel, it finally happens. The dragon grunts to get your attention, and jerks his head toward the sunrise. You follow his gaze, and then you see it.

The castle.

Your new home.

It cuts an intimidating silhouette across the horizon, its many turrets reaching toward the sky, and you remember the prince’s letter.

“He said that he’s lived alone for many years,” you tell the dragon over the rush of the wind. “He lives all by himself… in that?”

Huff.

“My goodness,” you murmur to yourself. It’s all you can think of to say.

It takes less than an hour for the two of you to reach the castle. When you do, the dragon gently touches down near the front gate and lowers to the ground for you to disembark with your suitcase clutched firmly in your hand.

No one is there to greet you.

With increasing nerves, you turn to your companion of nine days and gently wrap your arms around its snout, taking care to avoid the healing gash underneath its eye.

“You’ve been a wonderful companion,” you whisper, and the tears you’ve been holding in since the first sight of the castle finally spill over your cheeks and splash onto hard scales. “I do hope I see you again, dear dragon.”

The animal whuffs softly, and gently touches his long snout against your forehead.

“I do so hope that’s a yes,” you say, and you watch as the great beast rises into the sky. With thunderous flaps of its wings, and a strong gust of air, your dear dragon disappears behind a cloud.

With halting steps, you walk forward toward the imposing front gate of the castle. Shall I knock on the door? you wonder dryly to yourself, but then you see the thick parchment hanging there.

Dearest, I humbly beg your forgiveness for not being here to greet you in person. Something unexpected and unavoidable has called me away from the castle, and I hope to return soon. I have arranged for servants to see to your every need while I am gone. When you arrive, simply knock, and Annette will greet you and show you to your quarters. This is your home now; please do treat it as such. It is my only wish that you be happy here, and, when I am able to come to you, that we are both happy in this place. Your humble servant, Prince Marcus

You frown in consternation. The prince cannot be here to greet his new bride, who he must know is scared and unsure, and has never even seen–

You force the tears down again and stick your chin up as you rap your knuckles against the thick oak door.

Your maidservant, Annette, appears to be a woman of few words. She takes in your appearance–looking alarmed at the dress that you once considered your nicest, now stained with the blood of the wolves that had attacked you. Despite several attempts at washing it, some of the spots refused to come out. She leads you through the long halls of the castle toward your quarters in silence, and the sidelong glances that she keeps sending your way are pitying in nature.

Despite your many questions, she either unwilling or unable to provide any information regarding her absent employer, and eventually you give up, falling into silence yourself as you follow behind her.

Finally, you reach your destination; Annette opens a door and gestures you forward. Unlike the harsh stone hallways of the castle, your quarters are warm, comfortable, and cozily decorated. The floors are covered with plush carpeting and the walls decorated with a beautiful array of tapestries and paintings. Annette gives you one final, wary look before bowing and backing out the room, leaving you alone again.

Immediately, you begin examining your new surroundings. You discover that your quarters consist of several rooms, each one larger than your family’s entire farmhouse. You had entered into a little sitting room with soft chairs and couches, with an ancient-looking bookshelf along the wall, which, upon inspection, is filled with a wide variety of books, including many histories of the kingdom of Azethia, as well as encyclopedias on the flora and fauna of the region.

The next room is your bedroom, which features a massive bed with a soft, velvet canopy and dozens of pillows. The large windows overlook a beautiful garden that you immediately long to explore. Through the next doorway, you can see a large, ornate bathtub and a little table with a mirror, already laid out with more hair ornaments than you’ve seen in your life. There are two doors in here; the closed one you presume leads to Annette’s quarters (the one thing she did manage to say is that she’d be happy to draw a bath for you after dinner). The other one is open and leads to a room filled entirely with clothes. At first, you can’t fathom what you’re seeing, but then you realize… it’s your closet. A closet the size of an entire room.

There are outfits in a variety of styles and occasions–from sensible skirts, to riding outfits, to lavish dinner dresses. Your skin heats up when you realize that each one is your size…and your size exactly–demonstrating just how much the prince had watched you. Just when you thought you couldn’t get more flustered, you notice the dress hanging at the very back of the room, separate from all the rest–a beautiful white dress with a beaded veil. A wedding dress.

You eat dinner that night in the grand dining room–-alone, as usual. You had wondered, as Annette dressed you in a beautiful gown of lavender, if the prince would join you, but his letter had made it seem as though this absence was going to be a bit longer than a few hours, and you aren’t all that surprised when he doesn’t show. Although you attempt to make conversation with the butler who serves you your meal, he merely gives you a polite smile, nods, and slips through the door back into the servants quarters.

Although the emptiness of the castle is beginning to feel eerie, you can’t deny that the food is delicious. Still hungry from your long journey, you empty one plate, and then another, until you’re quite full. You had planned on taking Annette up on the offer of a warm bath, but a wave of tiredness washes over you, and you fall asleep immediately upon returning to your rooms, not even bothering to take off your fancy dress.

You fall into a habit over the next couple of days. You bathe in the morning after breakfast in your quarters, then walk around the castle gardens until lunch. After lunch, you read from one of the many offerings of your bookshelf, and begin working on a diary of sorts in order to organize your thoughts about the strange circumstances you find yourself in.

After dinner, you walk through the gardens again until sundown and the chill of nighttime forces you back to the warmth of your quarters to sleep.

Your surroundings are beautiful… but empty. The servants, for the most part, stay hidden. You aren’t even sure how many of them are under the prince’s employ. You only ever see a handful of them, and none of them seem to be particularly open to conversation with you. You find yourself wishing your dear dragon would return so that you would have someone to talk–and then laughing to yourself as you remember the beast doesn’t talk. And yet, somehow, he was a far better conversation partner than anyone else you’ve encountered so far.

You’re still dressed for dinner, in a gown of deep green velvet, as you walk through the gardens watching the sun set on your third day in this castle. You gravitate toward your favorite spot–a small pond, complete with a little waterfall, with a number of bright orange fish darting in and out from underneath pink water lilies. You sit on a large flat stone beside it and watch them chase each other around until, suddenly, you hear footsteps crunching softly down the gravel path behind you.

You turn in surprise to see a tall, handsome, well-dressed stranger walking toward you. By the way he holds himself, you know he’s no servant–which means that this could only be…

“My lady,” the man says softly, ducking his head reverently as he addresses you. “Please accept my apologies for keeping you waiting all this time.” He extends his hand toward you in greeting. “I’m Marcus.”

You take his hand, and allow him to help you to your feet before he bows forward to gently kiss the back of your hand before releasing it. Now that he’s closer, you can see that he’s not just handsome–he must be the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen in your life. His dark hair falls perfectly over his smooth forehead, his lips are full and soft-looking, with a cute little cupid’s bow on his upper lip. He has a strong nose and jawline, but his eyes—

His eyes must be the saddest, most soulful eyes that you’ve ever seen on a person.

“M-My Prince,” you stammer, remembering your manners and bowing clumsily back at him in return.

The prince smiles softly and shakes his head. “No, please–just Marcus. And again, I apologize for my absence; please believe that only the most dire of circumstances outside of my control would keep me away for so long.”

“Is everything all right?” you ask with a small frown at his words.

“I—” he begins, but falters. “No. No, it’s not. I–” he hesitates again. “Please, understand that when I wrote to you, I wasn’t aware of–”

“Aware of… what?” you finally ask, when he doesn’t finish his sentence.

The expression in his eyes is tortured as he gazes at you. “The situation has changed,” he says solemnly. “Please know that I never would have asked, if–”

“If…?” you prompt him again.

The prince shakes his head rapidly as if to dispel an unpleasant thought. “The situation has changed,” he repeats, “and it is no longer advisable that I… that we marry.”

“I don’t understand,” you say, shaking your head slowly as the words sink in. “No longer advisable?”

“Something has happened–something outside of my control, that was unknown to me at the time of my proposal. This being the case, I am willing to release you from your end of our agreement. You can return home, and I will still keep my promise to you and your family.”

“But…” you mutter in consternation, “But I just got here.”

“Your family will want for nothing,” Marcus continues as though you hadn’t said anything. “You can take anything you’d like–your new clothes, blankets, anything–”

“You proposed to me,” you interrupt, pointing an accusing finger at his chest. “You wrote me a letter about how you’ve secretly loved me from afar, you sent a dragon to come collect me, and after nine days of flying on its back, I arrive here just for you to send me away?”

“If there was any way I could keep you here, dearest, believe me, I would,” he says, chuckling humorlessly, and you can see the pain in his eyes as he looks at you.

“The poor beast fought off ten wolves for me, did you know that?” you continue, your voice rising in pitch and volume as you lose the internal war with your emotions–and you see the prince flinch at your words. “He nearly lost an eye just for me to come here and be told to go away. And now my best dress is ripped and covered in blood because of it, and I came all this way, and–and—I’m staying right here until you explain yourself to me.”

You throw yourself down onto the low stone wall that lines the garden path, cross your arms, and try to look as indignant and angry as you can manage with your lower lip trembling.

The price–Marcus–stops in his tracks and stares at you as though he’s never seen you before.

“You should–” he swallows thickly, the emotion evident in his voice, “–you should want to leave,” he murmurs. “To escape this place and return home and never again have your doorstep darkened by this sullen prince.”

“To darken my doorstep again, by definition you must have had to darken it once before, and you haven’t done that,” you point out acerbically.

“Why?” the prince whispers, ignoring your childish argument. “Why do you not turn and run? You only agreed to come here for the wellbeing of your family; once I released you from that obligation… why?” His eyes search you entreatingly, desperately. In the soft glow of the rising moonlight, you take note of one tiny imperfection on this man’s face–a faint, white, crescent-shaped scar just underneath his right eye. You find it hardly mars his beauty; rather, its ruggedness seems to improve upon it.

“I… I am simply owed an explanation,” you say, trying not to pout. “Surely I deserve one, after coming all this way and facing death-by-wolves to do so.”

The prince’s tongue darts out to moisten his lips as he stares at you with those soulful eyes. Finally, he speaks quietly. “You’re right. I do owe you an explanation. I can’t tell you everything, for reasons that will soon become clear, but I will try to… to elucidate, as best I can.”

A breeze blows through the darkening garden, and you shiver, the stone wall cold and unforgiving beneath you as you sit stubbornly upon it.

“Come,” Marcus extends his hand to you once more. “Let’s talk somewhere warm.”

You hesitate, looking up at him warily.

“Please,” he begs softly.

Your hand slips into his, and you realize for the first time just how large they are. His warm, strong fingers curl around you and a brief sense of familiarity washes over you, as though you’d met this man, with his sad eyes and soft demeanor, many times before, in another lifetime, perhaps.

The prince leads you to another sitting room–one you’ve never seen before–with a fire already blazing away in the stone fireplace. As you sit on one of the cushions closest to the fire, he procures two steaming mugs of tea, seemingly out of nowhere, and hands one to you. You wrap your chilly fingers around it gratefully.

Marcus sits opposite you and gives you a soft–but sad–smile.

“This land,” he begins solemnly, “it’s… different. A–A power runs through it. A sort of…” he pauses, searching for the words.

“Magic?” you offer.

He shakes his head. “No. Not magic. It’s more like… a curse.”

“A curse?” you repeat, leaning forward in interest.

“A curse,” he nods. “Weaving its power all throughout Azethia and touching both man and beast, but afflicting none more strongly than those who rule it.”

“So you’re saying… you’re cursed?” you ask him, eyes wide.

“My family,” he murmurs, looking away in shame. “For millennia before I was born and for centuries untold after I die.”

“What is the curse?” you whisper with trepidation.

“I cannot say,” Marcus answers quickly. “That’s part of the cruelty of it. I’m not able to tell anyone unless they find–” he cuts himself off with a rapid shake of his head. “I’m not allowed to say.”

“If you knew you were cursed,” you begin carefully, “then why–”

“Why ask for your hand in marriage, binding you to a cursed man?” the prince finishes sadly. “I have dedicated my life to studying this affliction. I’ve spent countless years reading ancient texts, in so many ancient tongues, and in my desperation, I came across one passage that brought me hope. A passage that spoke of love being the key. And oh, dearest, I’ve been alone for so long…” He sighs. “I wish I could tell you my intentions were noble. I wish I could say that I was certain this–that you–were the solution to my kingdom’s problems, but in truth, I was simply a man driven to madness by his solitude, and I had wanted beyond all reason to have a companion by my side for the rest of my days, and you were so soft, and luminous, and good–” he breaks off with a small shudder. “I am sorry, to have brought you into this.”

“I don’t understand,” you say gently. “If you read that love is the key… why, then, would you bring me here with the intent to marry and then change your mind?”

“Things have changed,” the prince rasps, his tone laced with desperation. “The curse… it’s changing. I’m changing. It’s becoming worse, and I can’t, in good conscience, allow you to stay here, for fear that it will eventually consume me until I’m no longer myself.”

“All that has changed between your proposal and now?” you ask in disbelief.

“Yes,” Marcus says simply. “Please, I can’t say any more than this.”

“Then don’t,” you shake your head. “Don’t say anything else. But… maybe I can still help you. Maybe we can figure this out together. Maybe there’s a reason I was brought here–why we were brought together.”

“You don’t know what you’re saying. What you’re agreeing to,” the prince warns. He’s so close, now, that you can see that his eyes are actually a deep brown, with hints of amber. With the light of the fireplace reflecting off them, they look like embers themselves. A chill runs through you, unbidden, and you shiver again.

“I’m agreeing to help,” you repeat. “If it’s true what you say–that you can no longer marry, then what if we became good friends instead.”

“You…” Marcus looks utterly bewildered. “You want to be my friend?”

“I came here with the purpose of marrying you,” you shrug. “Is it so strange that I'd want to be friends as well?”

His sad eyes fill with wonder at your words. The flecks of gold seem to dance within them. “You… You are different than I expected,” he says quietly.

“You are different from what I expected as well, my prince,” you point out.

Marcus seems to allow himself a small, genuine smile. It completely transforms his face from that of a lonely bachelor with a mysterious curse into quite boyish, almost impish demeanor. But as quickly as it comes, it retreats, and his face falls as he murmurs, “It's late. I should escort you to your quarters.”

He stands quickly, seeming to hesitate before offering his hand to you again–but you take it anyway. With it, he guides your hand to rest at the crook of his elbow as you walk together down the hallway. As the heat from his arm radiates through your skin, you're struck by how incredibly warm the prince is. The chill from the evening air dissipates completely at his touch.

When you arrive at the door to your quarters, Marcus turns to you and asks softly, “Would you… have dinner with me tomorrow night?”

“Of course I will,” you say with a little laugh. You don't bother pointing out that, since you are the only two living in this giant castle, it would be rather silly to take your meals separately.

“Then I will see you tomorrow night.” He takes your hand in his much larger one and bends down to give it a gentle kiss.

“Until then,” you answer, giving him a small curtsy.

You feel his eyes on you until the door to your quarters shuts completely.

The next evening, you are dressed in a gown of pale pink silk, and your heart thrums with anticipation when a knock sounds at your door, knowing the prince is here to escort you to dinner, and nervous despite yourself to see him again.

Tonight, Marcus is wearing a light grey suit with a waistcoat of dark maroon. Upon closer inspection, you realize that it contains little flecks of lighter pink, and it complements your attire perfectly.

You want more than anything to ask more questions about this mysterious curse over dinner, but you don’t want to trouble the prince any further over what is clearly a sore subject. Instead, you quiz him relentlessly about your new kingdom. How far is the nearest town? What is it called? What is the name of the mountain range you can see in the distance to the north? The prince seems to enjoy this new line of questioning, and he smiles as he answers everything you throw at him and more.

Even still, you can still see the sadness lurking in his eyes–and on his face when he thinks you aren't watching. You don't want to presume, but whatever his reasons for no longer wanting to marry you, they must be significant, because his longing is palpable. For you, or simply for companionship, you aren't sure, but you do know that the way he looks at you does not indicate a man who is remaining a bachelor by choice.

After dinner, you partake in your usual habit of walking through the garden, but this time with your hand neatly tucked in the crook of Marcus's arm as he names the various flowers and shrubs that are not native to your kingdom, and that you don't have a word for.

You sit by the little fish pond long after sunset, and when the evening chill becomes too much and you start to shiver, you find yourself draped in Marcus’s dinner jacket, surrounded by the warmth that still permeates it even after taking it off.

At the end of the night, he once again bows before you to kiss your hand, and this time, you try to hold on just a little bit longer.

There's a spring in your step when you stroll across the castle grounds the next morning, enjoying the warm sunshine and listening to the birds chirp. Marcus had made it quite clear that he intended to dine with you every night, spending the evening together until it was time for bed. You found yourself already looking forward to the next dinner. Despite his warnings about curses and danger and whatever else, you couldn't help but be enchanted by the man. How could you not? He was so gentle with you, so thoughtful and kind, and yet in his eyes there was always that dark, desperate longing that made your breath catch in your chest.

Two days of knowing him, and he was already consuming your every thought.

But your thoughts are elsewhere in an instant when you suddenly hear the sound of beating wings–and far too loud to be one of the birds. You shriek in delight as your dragon swoops down from the sky and lands several paces away on the castle lawn.

“My dear dragon!” you cry, rushing forward to throw your arms around its gigantic snout–your fingers having no hope of meeting on the other side. “How I have missed you!”

The great beast lets out a rumble deep in his chest that you can feel in your own.

“And how is your eye?” you ask, gently palming the area underneath, finding only a thin scar. “Coming along quite nicely, I see,” you answer on his behalf. “Dragons must heal quickly.”

The creature huffs in agreement, and you laugh joyfully.

“It's so good to see you, dear friend. I must tell you about the last couple of days of living in the castle.”

The dragon walks patiently by your side, even though you figure this pace must be intolerably slow by comparison. It seems to listen intently while you talk about everything that has happened, from the odd behavior of the servants, to the delicious food, and even the room full of dresses, which you’re sure he neither understands nor cares about, but it’s so nice just to have someone–well, something–to talk to, besides…

“Oh, and that’s not even the strangest part,” you tell the dragon. “I must tell you about my conversations with the prince. He told me that this land has power–that part didn’t surprise me one bit, dear dragon, as this land must be magical if it could produce such a great and intelligent beast such as yourself.

The dragon shakes its wings rather proudly, and you giggle before continuing.

“But dragon, if the same magic can produce something as incredible as you, then why would the prince consider it a curse?” you wonder out loud to yourself. “Do you know about it? About the thing that he calls a curse?”

The creature raises and lowers its mighty wings in the imitation of a shrug.

“Does he not talk to you much, like I do?” you muse. “How did you come to be under his employ? Have you been his er… chauffeur, for a long time?”

The dragon, of course, cannot answer such a question, and you make a mental note to yourself to bring up your mutual friend and protector over dinner tonight.

Speaking of food, you’re famished. You decide to arrange for lunch to be outside on the castle grounds so you may continue to enjoy your afternoon with the dragon. You whisper your wishes to the butler, who simply nods and disappears, although this request of yours is completely normal.

Just half an hour later, the staff brings out tray after tray for your picnic outdoors: one tray for you… and five trays laden with the finest cuts of raw meat for your companion, just as you had requested. You continue your one-sided conversation with the beast as the two of you eat together, telling him everything you can remember about your conversations with the prince over the last few days.

“Dear dragon, can I confess something?” you ask after all the trays have been emptied, and you’re contentedly full.

Huff.

“He says he no longer wishes to marry me–no, that our marriage would be… ‘no longer advisable,’ whatever that means,” you tell the creature. “But I think I would marry the prince no matter what danger he believes is involved–curse or no curse.”

The dragon tilts its great head to stare at you with one gold-flecked eye, and you giggle and pretend to hide in embarrassment. “Don’t tell him, for goodness’ sake,” you tease. “Perhaps, if I’m able to help aid in… whatever this curse may be… then we will be wed after all. The only problem is, he can’t seem to tell me what it is. The magic prevents him from doing so.”

The dragon seems to nod its head solemnly, and you smile softly back. “I don’t suppose you could give me a hint, dear dragon?”

The creature merely blinks slowly, displaying its double eyelids–like a lizard’s–that wipe sideways across its narrow, reptilian pupils.

You pause, watching its eyes. Watching them watch you. Through flecks of glittering gold against a bed of dark charcoal brown. Cocking your head to the side, you reach your hand up to trace the thin scar below its eye that you had pressed the fabric of your own dress against almost a fortnight ago now. A crescent-shaped scar.

“Dear dragon,” you intone softly. “What do you know that you aren’t telling me?”

Suddenly, without warning, the gigantic beast spreads its wings and launches itself into the air, flapping until it gains enough height to glide through the clouds, disappearing behind the castle.

“Typical,” you huff. “Everyone in this palace is keeping secrets, even the animals.”

“Your dragon,” you say suddenly over dinner. “Does he have a name?”

“Pardon?” The prince looks confused.

“Does he have a name?”

“I–I don’t believe so,” Marcus stammers, sounding unsure of himself. “If he does, I certainly don’t know of it.”

“He must have a name in his own tongue–do dragons have their own language?–they must, I’m sure of it. Anyway, I wish I knew it.”

“If you learned his name in the language of dragons, what use would that do you? No human can replicate those sounds,” he chuckles.

“Well, perhaps if I knew it, I could find a way to translate it into a language I can speak,” you say matter-of-factly. “What other manner of work does the beast do for you”

“I-I’m sorry?”

“He must do things other than fetch maidens for you,” you tease. “How long has he been in your employ?”

“Er, a long time,” Marcus answers awkwardly, clearing his throat. “You’re awfully interested in the beast.”

“I spent nine days travelling by its side,” you reply. “I know the creature better than I know most cows I’ve milked.”

The prince chuckles. “Don’t let it hear you comparing it to a cow.”

“Oh, certainly not,” you reply with a wry grin. “Besides, he took off rather quickly after I questioned him about the mysterious curse on your kingdom.”

Marcus’s eyes darken upon your mention of the curse. “Perhaps he was simply full after your lunch.”

Careful to keep the triumph off of your face, you regard the man across from you innocently.

“I don’t believe I told you about our picnic lunch, my prince.”

The momentary look of panic in the prince’s eyes is all you need to confirm your suspicions. “As prince, I have dominion over this castle, and over any goings-on within it,” he lies quickly, but the damage is already done.

“How did you get the scar on your cheek?” you press.

Marcus springs to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the wood floor in his haste. “The meal isn’t agreeing with me,” he says stiffly. “I’m afraid I must–”

He flees the room before he finishes his sentence.

You follow.

He quickly ducks down hallway after hallway, clearly trying to lose you, but you’ve always been fast on your feet. Finally, you corner him at the door to what appears to be his own quarters.

“One thing that never made sense to me,” you accuse as he backs up against his door, “is the first part of your letter, where you said you fell in love with me after watching me for years during walks when you couldn’t sleep. You said you would stroll through our woods at dawn after a restless night, and yet your castle is nine days’ travel from there on the back of a dragon. You never walked there at all,” you jab a finger at his chest. “You flew.”

“Dearest,” your prince whispers, those familiar brown eyes beseeching you without saying anything further.

“If I’ve lost my mind, then tell me so,” you insist. “Tell me I’m being ridiculous, that this giant, lonely palace has altered my sanity.”

Marcus remains silent, his eyes full of terror as you put all the pieces together.

“I don’t care. You must know that, right?” you plead with him. “If this is it–the big, mysterious curse–then it hardly matters to me. I quite liked you as a dragon long before I met the man.”

“You don’t know anything about this curse,” Marcus hisses through gritted teeth.

“You can tell me,” you insist. “I figured it out on my own, right? Now I know. So the curse of silence doesn’t apply any more.”

Marcus huffs humorlessly through his nose–and now that you know his true identity, it reminds you of his mannerisms as a dragon. “Leave it to you to find loopholes in ancient magic.”

“Try,” you insist. “Tell me something.”

“Okay, okay,” he grimaces, holding up both hands in supplication, “Just… come in. Let’s sit down, have some tea, and just… take a breath.”

You nod, and allow yourself to be guided into his quarters, sitting down on a soft couch while he sends for tea. When he returns and hands you your mug, his fingers press against yours as though he can’t bear to let go–but quickly retreats, sitting down opposite you. You’re both quiet for a long while. You wait patiently, sipping your tea, and wondering if your little game of logic worked to dispel the part of the curse that meant he couldn’t talk to you about it.

“I have been this way since I was a boy, since before I can remember,” he finally says. “This is the way it’s always been with the rulers of Azethia.”

“All dragons?” you ask, eyes wide.

Marcus chuckles softly. “Part dragon, I suppose. Shape-shifters. Legends say that this, er, talent arose during a time of war, when our kingdom was hopelessly outmatched and unable to defend itself. A desperate king prayed to the Old Gods and received a power that he didn’t know how to control. It helped them win the war, but at a great cost. The ancient king lost himself in the beast. Because he could not control it, it consumed him instead.”

“And ever since…?”

“Every ruler–queen, king, prince, or princess–has succumbed to the beast eventually. Some go willingly, addicted to the great power that comes with it. Others take longer, but in the end, their fate is the same.”

“But you read somewhere that love might be the key?”

“It could just be another superstition,” Marcus admits defeatedly.

“But you were going to try,” you remind him. “Then the day I first met you, you told me the curse had changed,” you remember. “What did you mean?”

The prince’s expression clouds over, becoming more guarded. “I’m afraid I can’t tell you that.”

“Can’t, or won’t?” you push. “Why not still try and test your theory–the ancient theory–that love will break the curse?”

“Because marriage is no longer an option,” Marcus snaps suddenly, raising his voice for the first time since you’ve met him.

“I don’t understand,” you sigh in exasperation. “Tell me why.”

“All my life, I have been able to change my form from man, to dragon, and back to man again. I thought I had more time… but there are parts of me that will no longer change back to man.”

You cock your head to one side and stare at him in consternation. “You don’t look like you’re turning part dragon.”

“Clothing can hide many secrets,” he says in a monotone.

“Show me,” you demand.

“You don’t know what you’re asking f–”

“You don’t know me,” you interrupt. “Please,” you add, softening your tone. “I just want to understand.”

“You want to understand?” he repeats, sarcastically. “You’ll flee this castle.”

“Isn’t that what you want?” you argue. “The first day we met, you told me to go home. So fine. Send me home.”

“That was never what I wanted,” Marcus argues, his voice rough with emotion. “Never. But it’s what’s right.”

“Then my point stands,” you say stubbornly. “You want me to flee for my own good? Here’s your chance. Frighten me.”

Fire and fury dances in the prince’s eyes as he stands before you. You watch as he slides off his dinner jacket, unbuttons his waistcoat, and sets both aside on the chair. He unfastens the white collared shirt underneath, never once taking his eyes off of you, and you don’t dare to look away either. He shrugs it off his shoulders, leaving him bare-chested in front of you. You watch as he straightens his left arm and shows you the little smattering of dark green scales just under his elbow.

You raise one eyebrow. “I’m not exactly fleeing in terror.”

“I’m not done.” Your mouth clamps shut as the prince begins to untie his trousers. Your heart starts to beat uncontrollably as you realize what he’s about to do. His gaze never leaving you, he lets the fabric fall, and you finally see the part of him that he’s so afraid of.

You’ve seen a naked man before–not in any sexual context, but you have at least seen a human penis.

This was not a human penis.

It’s impossibly long, incomprehensibly thick, and covered with the same dark green scales that you recognize from his dragon form. You can see the hint of iridescence to it as well; the little glints of purple and blue where the light hits it. It’s… alien, unhuman, and… fascinating. Despite your trepidation, you want to come closer. You want to know if the scales covering it are hard like those on the bridge of his nose, or soft like the ones on his belly. You’re terrified by it, and entranced at the same time.

“Now you can see why no marriage of mine can ever be consummated,” Marcus rasps, his voice full of grief and self-loathing. “Now you see why you must leave–before I become more monster than man.”

You slowly rise to your feet and approach him. He’s close enough to touch–all you’d need to do is extend your hand and you’d satisfy your burning curiosity. Your fingers twitch forward, but just before they make contact, Marcus flinches, jerking backward away from your curious exploration. He quickly bends down and wrenches his trousers back up, hiding himself from view as he hastily ties them up again.

“You should go,” he says softly, not looking at you.

You don’t move. You can’t. You want to see it again–see him again, you want to kiss him, you want to throw your arms around him, to shove his shoulders roughly as you call him an imbecile for thinking you’d flee in terror… But mostly, you think back to your dinner earlier, when he had smiled. Oh, you longed to make him smile again. Would he smile at your touch? Would he shy away?

“I think it’s quite pretty,” you admit quietly, wringing your hands together nervously as you stare at the floor.

“W-What?”

“I’m not scared,” you whisper, your eyes filling with tears as you try desperately to tell him it’s all right.

But the prince shakes his head in disbelief. “You should go,” he says again. “Go!” he begs through clenched teeth when you still don’t move. A single tear slips down your cheek before you finally take flight, rushing out of Marcus’s quarters and slamming the door behind you. You don’t stop running until you’ve reached your own rooms, and you collapse in exhaustion and overwhelm on your own bed as you finally let your sobs go.

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32 Questions That Lead To Love by ffonippop (32k, Explicit) Okay, fine. Crowley was 32-Questions-That-Lead-To-Love-ing Aziraphale. Sue him.

A Bathhouse Pretense by DoonaRose (17k, Explicit) Aziraphale seeks Crowley out in 38 BC Rome, finding him in a bathhouse which just so happens to be hosting an orgy.

A Billion Points of Light by akitsuko (50k, Explicit) Crowley has never been one for the whole ‘love at first sight’ business, but he may need to reassess after Aziraphale - a gorgeous firefighter - saves his life.

A Guarantee and Not a Promise by voluptatiscausa (16k, Explicit) But, God, it’s hard. It’s hard to be humble. It’s hard to stand here and remember that nothing is promised, that what he and Crowley have may be broken irrevocably. He just can’t seem to make himself believe it, not when Crowley’s love feels just the same as it always has.

A Little Life by GaiasEyes (71k, Explicit) When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed.

A Tricky Situation (Entirely of his own making) by sixbynine (35k, Explicit) [Aziraphale's] been teaching at King College London for a long time now thank you very much and he does not take kindly to new Professors being sprung on him suddenly.

affection and other cravings by JustStandingHere (29k, Explicit) an examination vis-à-vis food and forgiveness

amaretto by goosewriting (67k, Explicit) Everything changes for [Aziraphale] when a unique occult relic falls into his hands and loops him into a contract with a mild-mannered (if a bit snarky) demon named Crowley.

angel and ash by ineffabildaddy (5k, Explicit) Crowley and Aziraphale’s attempts at physical intimacy through the ages have always been stilted, awkward and anticlimactic… but in this moment, Crowley is drawn even more strongly to Aziraphale than usual, and Aziraphale feels the same about Crowley.

because thinking makes it so by NaroMoreau, summerofspock (41k, Explicit) It’s supposed to be an exchange. An arrangement. Something to make them both feel better and less lonely. But Crowley’s never had the brightest ideas.

Big Name Feelings by ghostrat (100k, Explicit) Crowley is a BNF fic writer, and Aziraphale is a lurking artist who might be just a little parasocially in love with him. How they ever became friends is beyond him, but here they are

Bleating Hearts by HKBlack (186k, Explicit) Trip on over to Devil Doe’s Dairy and Goat Scaping Farm, where the cheese is always smooth, the goats climb roofs, and true love might just be around the corner.

Boyfriend Debut by snae_b (20k, Explicit) It’s fucking on camera. It’s not that complicated.

By Any Other Name by Tartan_Temptation (18k, Explicit) as the reality of his… situation hit him with all the gentleness of a punch to the face. He gripped the sides of his sink and looked his reflection in the eyes. You are a sugar baby. You have a sugar daddy. Crowley is your sugar daddy.

Can’t Fight Back, But I Can Take It by voluptatiscausa (10k, Explicit) …in those early years, when Crowley would slide a hand between his legs for some relief, the scenes in his mind showed an Aziraphale who gave Crowley what he wanted, yes, but gave it as a favour. As a punishment

Closer to You by TawnyOwl95 (44k, Explicit) Since his wife divorced him, A.J. Crowley makes good money writing romance novels. Sexual psychology student and cam worker Aziraphale enjoys understanding pleasure. But only from a safe distance. He’s too busy working on his PhD to fall in love.

Collaborative Activities by scullyphile (12k, Explicit) While on a corporate retreat, estranged co-workers Aziraphale and Crowley get teamed up together. They encounter something on their hike, something that brings a buried desire to the surface and transforms it into an unquenchable lust.

Come as you are by hiya_angel (4k, Explicit) “This is perfect, but I’m not… I don’t have…” Aziraphale blushed brightly, avoiding Crowley’s gaze, and suddenly Crowley understood. “Oh, angel, are you trans?” Aziraphale sniffed and nodded.

creature of mine by ineffabildaddy (21k, Explicit) Aziraphale buys Crowley a snake plant, hoping to please Crowley with the appealing smell of its flowers. Its effects on Crowley are far more extreme than Aziraphale anticipated, and it’s down to him to face them head-on.

Crowley the Camdemon by seashadows (58k full series, Explicit) Aziraphale discovers that Crowley satisfied his loneliness in the previous decade by posting intimate videos of himself online - videos that Aziraphale himself was never meant to see.

Despite Knowing Better… by ineffabildaddy (10k, Explicit) After the Ineffable Divorce, Aziraphale and fem!Crowley can’t stop fucking. They’ve laid out some ground rules, but, of course, they can’t help breaking them…

Doubt Thou The Stars Are Fire by Princip1914 (31k, Explicit) “Oh God,” Aziraphale said to the empty bookshop, pouring himself another drink, “Oh, Lord, tell me, if we had been humans together...Would we have fallen in love? Are you listening lord? If you hear me, give me a sign, please, I beg you.”

Dreaming of You by TawnyOwl95 (36k, Explicit) AJ Crowley likes helping people discover and heal the neglected parts of themselves. Even if that’s only for their scheduled session. He likes being a sex worker, although he’s started to dream of some genuine intimacy.

Epistolary by imposterssyndrome (93k, Explicit) Crowley discovers Aziraphale’s personal diaries. What starts as some light reading about the 14th century... slowly turns into something *much more* complex.

Exalt by hakunahistata (2k, Explicit) “Ooh, aren’t you brilliant,” that voice rumbles with the tonality of jest and slitted eyes that gleam gold...“Actually, I–I think getting us all in the cellar was very clever,” is what he says. Do you really think so? is what he doesn’t.

Fakes and Forgeries by Solimette, WaldosAkimbo (156k, Explicit) Aziraphale, a very competent art conservator who specializes in oil paintings...He is hired...to hunt down this forger, who had duped wealthy folks out of millions for recreations of van Dyck and Rubens paintings. They team up with Anthony Crowley, who has worked the circuit selling paintings and might have a clue on who is forging them (maybe because he’s the artist they’re looking for).

Falling For You by TawnyOwl95 (37k, Explicit) Anthony Crowley works too hard. The answer...might be a high-end escort who sells the fantasy of a relationship. Aziraphale has just nudged his way past thirty. He’s facing burnout and wants to get out of the business, but the thrill of a new client might be just what he needs to get some of his passion back. It seems like a convenient arrangement, until they both realise it’s not enough and they want something real.

For Loving One by TheScholarlyStrumpet (64k, Explicit) Father Fell has been living a quiet life in a small parish. Despite the looming fear of war, he thought he was content with his small pleasures. Until a mysterious stranger comes to town, turning that life on its head and awakening desires the Father thought he buried long, long ago...

Gibraltar May Tumble by adverbian (8k, Explicit) A little first-time (extremely soft) light bondage on a rainy afternoon, with feelings and tenderness and love.

Honey, There Is No Right Way by voluptatiscausa (19k, Explicit) Crowley has his crush on his handsome neighbour under control, until Handsome Neighbour’s lingerie somehow ends up on Crowley’s balcony.

How My Light is Spent by Azira_Amane (19k, Explicit) Navigating the dating world when you can’t see it can be tricky. For Crowley, that was never a problem; he’s usually too busy to contemplate a relationship. The same goes for Aziraphale, though he doesn’t have Crowley’s excuse - he just isn’t really all that much into people as a whole.

Hunger by AppleSeeds (87k, Explicit) Crowley is delighted when his next assignment as a Teaching Assistant involves helping to run Eco-Lit seminars with the hottest professor on campus, and even more so when Professor Fell seems quite receptive to his flirting. He's literally getting paid to ogle Aziraphale and listen to him read poetry, what could possibly be better than that?

I Will Get Up Now And Go About The City by drawlight (ripeteeth) (30k, Explicit) This is the story of six-thousand years and a borrowed jacket. (A tale told in vignettes.)

I’m Beginning to See the Light by ineffabildadddy (15k, Explicit) Aziraphale has quite the pash on his colleague Crowley, who seems resolutely disinterested in him. As their annual Christmas party progresses, it appears that Crowley may not be as disinterested as Aziraphale first thought.

In The Room Where You Sleep by ghostrat (27k, Explicit) “It’s a nice idea,” Crowley chirped, grinning a little wider and making the butterflies in Aziraphale’s stomach flutter a little harder. “Except for the part where, you know, monsters aren’t real.”

in your own time by ineffabildaddy (33k, Explicit) After almost twenty years spent away from his hometown, renowned botanist Crowley decides to come and visit Tadfield again at a moment’s notice; the purpose of his visit is to speak at a Careers Day for the school he and Aziraphale, now a beloved priest and a frequent helper at the school, attended. The twenty-four hours that follow will change both of their lives for ever.

It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine by Dervila and elf_on_the_shelf (63k, Explicit) After Adam’s parents die in a car crash, Aziraphale is forced to start taking care of him as more than just an uncle. Don’t get him wrong, he loves the little devil, it’s just that he is completely clueless and could rather use some help.

It’s Not the Fall (It’s the Landing) by Ginger_Cat (66k, Explicit) To save each other from Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale and Crowley become human. Things, predictably, do not go as planned.

Just Up the Stairs by foolishlovers, ineffabildaddy, omens_for_ophelia (39k, Explicit) On Valentine’s Day, amidst the chaos of handling work and university deadlines as a mature student, Crowley seeks solace with his neighbour Aziraphale. As they share a meal, their long-standing friendship begins to unravel, revealing hidden feelings they’ve harboured for six months. It’s a night that could change everything.

Like Best Friends Do by LittleLynn (21k, Explicit) As usual, Crowley had decided to open his mouth before thinking about what exactly it was that he was about to let spill forth from it. As a result of this, unsurprisingly, he was now in a spot of hot water. Boiling water. Possibly water so hot that it had gone ahead and become some kind of pyroclastic steam.

litany in which certain things are crossed out by Ayes (30k, Explicit) A beaten-down Aziraphale opens a bakery in the small town of Tadfield, where he finds an all-night greasy spoon and one fallen Crowley, who is making amends through various and increasingly ridiculous means of community service

Long Haul by snae_b (68k, Explicit) Anthony Crowley might have gotten out of Missouri, but he hasn’t escaped his past. He wears it like a cloak. When he crosses paths with a guardian angel, he starts to learn how to shed it.

love not given lightly by hakunahistata (3k, Explicit) When Aziraphale Fell met Anthony J. Crowley a little less than a year ago, several things were apparent instantly: he was gorgeous, he was angry, and he was very assuredly fine.

[Explicit M-Z collection] [Teen-Mature A-Z collection]

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1-800-cuupid · 2 years ago

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💘Usagi Dreamer || SIMBLREEN 2023💘

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All LODs

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14 swatches for collar [3k Poly]

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100% new mesh & textures

All LODs

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4 swatches for collar [3k Poly]

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8 swatches for purse [5k Poly, Found in Rings ]

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♥ Please enjoy and Happy Halloween ♥

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storytellerwhims · 3 months ago

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The Cereal Wheel Spin Legacy Challenge🥣🎯 Created by: Storytellerwhims

Do you have a cereal addiction like me? Or are you just a fan of how comforting and fun cereal is! Either way, here's an exciting and unique legacy challenge for you! Based on the many different brands of cereal! The Cereal Wheel Spin Legacy Challenge is a legacy where you spin the wheel to determine what brand of cereal. That you will start and play the legacy with. Each gen you will spin for the next brand you’ll play. Along with what other trait you’ll give your sims. This legacy will make you delighted with your game like a nice bowl of cereal!

Rules:

Each gen you will spin a wheel to decide what cereal you will play next. As well as spin to decide what traits your sim will have! (Please go to the wheel spin section to learn more!)

Each brand of cereal has certain colors dress your sims in those colors. (You don’t have to make their hair or skin that color. If you don’t want to it’s optional but you must dress them in those colors.)

Most of the cereal stories include multiple packs but feel free to skip anything that uses a pack you don’t own!

No money cheats etc. unless stated in the story for that cereal brand.

Start the legacy with however much money you get based on the cereal brand you spin.

If you play this legacy challenge do tag me @storytellerwhims and use the hashtag #sims4cerealwheelspinlegacy

Enjoy the legacy challenge!

Cereal Brands Wheel Spin:

(❗Note: You only start with the stated amount of simoleons. You don’t get that amount when you're on that gen otherwise.)

Cheerios = 0 simoleons

Froot Loops = 5K simoleons

Captain Crunch = 10K simoleons

Frosted Flakes = 15K simoleons

Rice Krispies = 20K simoleons

Cocoa Pebbles = 5K simoleons

Lucky Charms = 10K simoleons

Trix =5K simoleons

Cinnamon Toast Crunch =15K simoleons

Raisin Bran = 0 simoleons

Below are the Wheels you will spin. To decide what cereal you will play with in each gen! Also what last trait you will give your sims for each gen!

Cereal Brands Wheel

Traits Wheel

The Cereal Brands🥣

Cheerios🐝

You have cheer in your soul! You have a very hopeful outlook on life hoping that one day. You can own a business of your own selling fresh honey from your bees. Your bees are what keep your hive alive now that you met your other half. And by raising a house full of children your life is full of heart and joy!

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Cheerful and Loves the Outdoors (Spin the wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Big Happy Family

Color: Yellow

Career: No official career

Goals:

Live in either Henford on Bagley or Brindleton Bay

Start with 0 simoleons on a empty plot of land

Have a garden full of flowers and have at least three bee boxes

Sell your honey for a living at a stand till you can afford a business.

Build your cozy home to fit whatever world you're living in. That includes a greenhouse.

Meet your other half who has the Family Oriented trait.

Have at least three children

Own a successful Honey Business

Froot Loops🍇

Never have you ever raided the ruins? That’s what you tell people. You just like to do loops on an amusement park ride. That’s all a lie, you're a Conservationist. Your job is to convince others that the planet needs to be nurtured. You take it too far living in Sulani away from the world. Stealing fruit from trees to make your nectar so sweet! One day that nectar goes to your head. So, you try to pull off a heist at a tomb in Selvadorado. It goes so wrong your left with nothing but your fruit you picked in the jungle.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Child of the Island and Kleptomaniac (Spin the wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Jungle Explorer

Color: Purple

Career: Conservationist

Goals:

Live in Sulani in a Beach House

Be in the Conservationist career and reach level 8 of the career.

Max the Mischief and Nectar Making

Steal fruit from trees 4 times

Venture to Selvadorada go to the Ruins

Meet someone who lives in Sulani like you, date and marry them.

Have at least one child

Captain Crunch🏴‍☠️

Yoho Yoho a captain's life isn’t free, you learn that after purchasing an establishment. Living in Tartosa you own a small canoe that you bought. After a while of rowing on the water you need to make your money back. You spent it on living in such a beautiful world. So you open up a beach themed restaurant. You become the captain of the establishment. Soon after opening business gets tough so you escape to the beach for clarity. There you meet a Mer person who is enchanting in your eyes. So, you fall in love, and they become the face of your restaurant.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Child of the Ocean and Foodie (Spin wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Appliance Wiz

Color: Blue

Career: Restaurant Owner (Not Official Career)

Goals:

Live in Tartosa in a House on the Beach

Own a Canoe go canoeing

Own a Coastal Themed Restaurant

Get your Restaurant to Three Stars

Max the Fishing and Cooking Skills

Complete the Fish Collection

Meet a Mer person Date and Marry them

Have at least two children

Frosted Flakes🐯

You're a ball full of fluff just like your furry friends. Your one goal in life is to open a cafe for your pet pals and you. So you get some money from your boring job as a writer. You much prefer living a life with coffee buzz and animals by your side. One day you go looking for a frog to add to your collection. Then stumble upon a beast who gives you a scare. At first glance but like a fairytale. You end up inviting them back to your home. They make a mess of things. You teach them to get along with your pets and you. They become your partner. Together you run a trashy but cute pet cafe the rest of your lives.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Animal Enthusiast and Neat (Spin wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Esteemed Entrepreneur

Color: Orange

Career: Writer/Business Owner

Goals:

Live in any world you want

Be in the Journalist career and reach level 5 quit afterwards.

Complete the Frog Breeding Collection

Adopt a cat and dog

Own a fishbowl or aquarium

Own a Small Business that’s a Pet Cafe

Meet a Werewolf who has the Hot-Headed trait.

Date and Marry the Werewolf once you do switch their trait to Good.

Have one child

Rice Krispies🎩

You're a drama queen/king who always was in the spotlight. Though you felt kind of out of place up there. All the lights camera action you didn’t understand why for a while. Till you decide after taking the role of a lifetime that acting isn’t for you. So you move to a dusty ranch to find solitude away from celebrity life. You take care of horses and mini goats spending days covered in mud. This wasn’t what your used too but now it’s what has made life splendid.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Paranoid and Rancher (Spin wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Outdoor Enthusiast

Color: Light Blue

Career: Actor/Ranch Owner (Ranch Owner not an official career)

Goals:

Live in Del Sol Valley and move to Chestnut Ridge when you quit acting.

Be in the Acting career, reach level 8 of the career then quit.

Max the Acting and Horse Training Skills

Buy a Rundown Ranch House

Develop the Outdoorsy Lifestyle

Own two Horses and two Mini Goats

Date and Marry someone who loves the outdoors

Have at least two children

Cocoa Pebbles🍫

Your life is full of nothing sweet like chocolate. You're a dule Engineer with very little drive for your career. Though you are great at what you do you lack motivation. While becoming tired of your job you take up pottery and candy making as a hobby. You become rather good at it. So you mentor others, teaching them how shaping pottery and delicious candy made your life better.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Gloomy and Idealist (Spin the wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Master Mentor

Color: Brown

Career: Engineer

Goals:

Live in any world you want

Be in the Engineer career and reach level 5 of the career

Max the Pottery and Handiness Skills and reach level 8 in cooking the cooking skill.

Mentor others about Pottery and Cooking

Complete the Master Mentor aspiration

Have the Single and Lovin Lifestyle or the Junk Food Fiend Lifestyle

Never Marry

Have a child by science or adopt.

Lucky Charms🍀

You might just be Irish because you're full of luck. You're a Painter who’s had amazing luck. In the world of creative arts, you strike gold, when one of your paintings is a masterpiece. Now a famous artist with all the money you could ever need. The riches go to your head leading you to become greedy. Lose sight of what made you love painting.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Creative and Materialistic (Spin wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Fabulously Wealthy

Color: Green

Career: Painter

Goals:

Live in any world you want

Be in the Painter career and reach level 10 of the career.

Max the Painting Skill

Paint 5 Masterpieces

Become a Five Star Celebrity

Complete the Fabulously Wealthy Aspiration

Date and Marry a celebrity

Have at least one child

Trix💔

You're such a prankster filling the world with laughs and heartbreak. You're a mortician who isn’t as macabre as the rest. But you always seem to have relations with the ones you end up burying. Playing pranks is your kryptonite; it brings you laughs. More joy than opening up corpses handling death can be so morbid. So, to lift yourself up all you can do is laugh it off.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Goofball and Evil (Spin wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Villainous Valentine

Color: Red

Career: Undertaker/Mortician Branch

Goals:

Live in Ravenwood or Forgotten Hollow

Can be a Vampire or Human

Be in the Undertaker career Mortician Branch reach level 10

Max the Thanatology and Mischief Skills

Complete the Villainous Valentine Aspiration

Play pranks on people then date and break their hearts. (Cheat them all to die of heartbreak)

Never Marry

Have a baby by science

Cinnamon Toast Crunch🧂

Musicians have secrets too and aren't as rock hard as they seem. You truly want to be a loving parent. But having a child naturally isn’t possible. So, you adopt, and that child becomes your world. One day you start doing wellness to help you perform better. You teach your child to not only appreciate music. But to rest and relax once in a while with some yoga. Which you both end up enjoying doing together.

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Music Lover and Family Oriented (Spin the wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Super Parent

Color: Black

Career: Entertainer

Goals:

Live in any world you want in a Grunge Trailer home

Be in the Entertainer career Musician Branch reach level 8 of the career.

Have your sim’s fertility settings to can’t get pregnant or can’t get others pregnant.

Have them Adopt a child

Max the Guitar, Piano and Wellness Skills

Complete the Super Parent Aspiration

Mentor your child to play Violin and Do Yoga

Never Marry

Raisin Bran🌞

You're a teacher who doesn’t want an apple. You want eco friendliness. You're a good sim whose love is teaching. You teach your students that it’s up to them to keep our planet safe. You're someone who values recycling and making your own food picked from your garden. One day you meet an astronaut whom you instantly are attracted to. You marry them and have extraordinary discoveries in space together!

Lifestage: Young Adult

Traits: Good and Green Fiend (Spin the wheel for last trait)

Aspiration: Neighborhood Confidante

Color: Spiceberry

Career: Teacher/Astronaut

Goals:

Live in Evergreen Harbor or Willow Creek live in a Eco-Friendly Home with the Great Soil and Eco Lot traits.

Be in the Education career and reach level 5 of the career.

Switch to the Astronaut career when you fall in love with a sim who’s an Astronaut.

Max the Logic and Fabrication Skills and reach level 5 in Handiness

Make friends with your students.

Have a prosperous garden and make food from what you grow.

Fall in love with an Astronaut date and marry them.

Have at least two children

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Thank you for playing the legacy challenge!😊

I have a YouTube Channel where I play a couple of my legacies! If you want to go check it out! I appreciate all the support!!💜

#sims4legacies #sims4 #sims4legacychallenge #sims4challenges #sims4legacy #simschallenge #ts4 legacy #ts4 #sims community #the sims 4 #ts4 simblr

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loveafterdeath-if · 6 months ago

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L's and T's specials are now available on Ko-fi! Get 10k words for each, totaling 20k words. Check it out here!

#LAD-if #love after death #specials #exclusive content #kofi #L Melth #T Melth

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arisuworld · 2 years ago

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—ONLY YOU CAN CHANGE YOUR LIFE—

DISCLAIMERS:

1. Strong language (i swear a lot), sarcasm ahead, tough love typa shit. This is meant to be helpful and reassuring but I'm not going to treat y'all like you're made of sugar and talk like I'm from 50 years ago. Deal with it or not.

2. English isn't my first language. So, there can be many grammatical mistakes.

Yes, you read it right. Only you can change your life not your favourite goddess blogger then WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU ASKING THEM TO MANIFEST FOR YOU? GURLLL REALLY? DO YOU THINK THEY'RE ABOVE YOU? DO YOU THINK YOU'RE LESS OF A GOD JUST BECAUSE YOU'VE NOT ENTERED VOID YET? GURL, you have your whole life ahead you. If you will let some limiting beliefs hold you back from achieving the things you deserve, then that's it. It's done. You're never going to get your desires or desired life and YOU WILL HAVE NO ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELVES!!

Now now, do not come for me. I said what I said and I mean it 100%. (And I'll prove it below)

Tell me honestly, why haven't you manifested your desires by now? Why? What's the reason?

— LACK OF PERSISTENCE? LACK OF DISCIPLINE? LACK OF FAITH? OVERCONSUMPTION? PROCRASTINATION? LAZINESS? LACK OF DETERMINATION? INABILITY TO ACCEPT A FAILURE?

So now, who's fault is that? Start taking accountability for your procrastination and lack of persistence. Because if you won't, then you will not be disciplined enough to achieve your desires.

All i want to say is— TIME WON'T STOP FOR YOU! Rather than wasting your time thinking about how others are lucky to enter void at their first try, start affirming and PERSIST IN THEM, BELIEVE IN THEM!! BECAUSE SWEETHEART LISTEN— L I F E G O E S O N ! ! ! STOP WASTING YOUR LIFE LIKE THIS!! AND START WORKING YOUR ASS OFF. and by working, I do not mean to go and start taking action in real life, NO.

1. Make yourself a routine (which is what I'm doing for you right now but anyways). Listen to subliminals or listen to brown, white noise or litteralyyy any music (yes, you can also listen to your favourite song which calms you down). Just anything to calm you down, to relax you, to put you in a good mood.

2. Start AFFIRMING and do not let negative thoughts take over. (Once you start affirming, leave the old story behind because GURRLLL THAT'S NOT YOU ANYMORE!! ALWAYS PERSIST IN THE NEW STORY) You can either do a challenge (like 10k or 20k affirmations) or just affirm robotically for 10 minutes every hour. Saturate your subconscious mind with good and positive affirmations.

3. You can also do the self hypnosis thingy by konniesreality (it's optional)

4. Also, do any meditation or Yoga Nidra at anytime of the day you feel comfortable (It would be better if you do it right before entering void). In my opinion, yoga nidra feels much better (ALSO, DID YOU KNOW THAT YOU CAN ENTER VOID WITH YOGA NIDRA MEDITATION? HEHE) It will clear your mind in minutes. It also relaxes your body. But everyone has different choices, so do whatever feels good for you because that's the major point.

5. At night, set the fucking intention and just go for it.( You can do any method which seems suitable for you) YOU HAVE NOTHING TO LOSE!! TRY TO PUT SOME EFFORTS ONCE IN YOUR LIFE GOD'S SAKE. IT CAN IMPROVE YOUR LIFE OVERALL SO MUCH.

I'm rooting for you baby, I know you can do it. You just need a little hard push and that's what I'm here to do. So listen to your desires and most importantly, listen to yourself. You can do this!!

Good luck y'all <3

{Ps : Idk why but i really love making these rude toxic motivational posts I'm sorry 😭}

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drarryspecificrecsdaily · 2 years ago

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2023.10.13

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Cocoa By Night by BlackOccamy [T, 1k]

►Just a piece of fluff where Harry wakes up after a nightmare and takes a midnight stroll to the kitchen, accidentally bumping into an unexpected guest.

2. Draco L Malfoy (the L stands for legs) by StarQuesting [E, 1k]

►Harry could spend the rest of his life in the embrace of Draco Malfoy’s legs. If he was lucky, he would.

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Fest/Exchange

1. All the Good Things and the Bad Things that May Be by Anonymous [E, 10k]

►When 16-year-old Teddy tells Harry he's going on a date with a boy, Harry realizes he isn't qualified to give them the Talk about gay sex. He needs advice from someone who isn't oil on canvas - even if it's Malfoy! ★ Harry/Draco Career Fair 2023 | @hd-fan-fair

2. if the bees know by Anonymous [T, 19k]

►Scorpius' playground is haunted, Harry specializes in helping ghosts pass on, and Draco just wants his son to be safe. ★ Harry/Draco Career Fair 2023 | @hd-fan-fair

3. Sun Shower by Anonymous [T, 5k]

►Each afternoon, Harry and his cat lounge in their sitting room, make an elaborate snack, and then head out for a walk. When they run into a certain tall, pale-haired man and his scruffy dog, they find their routine shifting. ★ Unleashed! Fest 2023 | @unleashed-fest

4. Three by Anonymous [E, 20k]

►After an injury ends his Quidditch career, Ron Weasley is surprised how much he enjoys working at the Ministry, and his unexpected friendship with none other than Draco Malfoy. Who’d have thought it, eh? After everything that happened in the war, Draco Malfoy’s life is much better than he ever dared to expect. But after everything, can the great Harry Potter really be interested in him? It doesn’t seem possible… Harry Potter is just really, really angry, and someone is going to pay. ★ HP Dead Dove Fest 2023 | @hpdeaddove

5. Who we are when no one is watching by Anonymous [T, 15k]

►Draco Malfoy has a good Ministry job, a bad reputation, and an even worse office. The latter is much improved when he stumbles upon a magical window. But much more than just giving him an office with a view, the window forces Draco to confront his own life choices and step out of his comfort zone. ★ HP Drizzle Fest 2023 | @hpdrizzle

#drarry #drarry fanfic #drarry fic rec #harry potter #draco malfoy #daily list #2023 #2023.10

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lockwoodandcobigbang2023 · 2 years ago

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Sign Ups Are Open!

Signups are open for the 2023 Lockwood and Co Big Bang! These signups are for writers, artists, cheerleaders and reserve agents!

Feel free to sign up as many times as you want, just don't take on more than you can handle! Each role is a commitment, and your eventual teammates won't want you overworking yourself. If you want to sign up more than once, fill out the form again.

Rules can be found on the form, but a separate post will be up shortly! If you want a refresher on what the roles involve, read under the cut :)

For Writers

There are three types of bangs for this event: teeny bangs, mini bangs, and big bangs.

Teeny bangs: fics between 5–10k words.

Mini bangs: fics between 10–20k words.

Big bangs: fics 20k+ words.

The minimum word count for this event is 5k (5,000) words. If you find yourself over or under the word count you signed up for, this is okay, just please communicate with the event mods.

The rules are on the form and will be posted separately, but a brief run down (feel free to send an ask if you want more details):

No explicit (E-rated), RPF or incest fics allowed.

There are no limits on ships (besides what is stated above), genres, tropes, or universes.

No plagiarism will be tolerated.

Works must be labelled and trigger-tagged appropriately.

Works must be posted to AO3.

Fics submitted must be new to the public! The occasional preview/snippet is okay, provided it is after the teams have been announced, but they must not have been posted anywhere prior to or during the event.

Good luck!

For Artists

As you know, there are three types of bangs. For all fics under 20k words (i.e. teeny and mini bangs) you must create at least one piece of art. For big bangs (20k+ words) you must create two pieces of art.

This can be in any medium you deem fit, but unfortunately we are not accepting playlists as official artworks. Don't let this stop you from including them as additions if you want to though! Examples of appropriate art includes hand drawn/digital art, gifts, mood boards, video edits etc.

Remaining info:

Art must be relevant to the associated fic.

White-washing and orange-washing will not be tolerated.

Art must not be posted anywhere before posting dates, beyond hints/snippets. It must be new to the public!

We can't wait to see what you come up with!

For Cheerleaders

Your role is arguably the most important! It is your job to motivate and help your writer, whether that is by beta reading or simply providing encouragement! Don't be afraid to support your artist too, you're the only person they can fully share the art with (aside from their writer) before the posting day!

Brief rules:

Respect your writer and artist.

Do not share your writer's or author's work.

Please keep an open communication with your writer and artist! If for any reason you can't continue your role, please let them and the mods know as soon as possible.

Be encouraging!

We hope you're as excited as we are!

For Reserve Agents

You're the ones that have to be ready to step in at a moment's notice! (You'll probably have a fair bit of notice since this is a long event, but still.) Reserve Agents are on hold in the event that another writer or artist drops out of the event, so they can take their place in a team!

Don't worry, if you're called to action you won't have to do as much as someone who had initially signed up. As an agent reserve you:

only need to write half of the required words for a bang if you're a writer (2.5k for a teeny, 5k for a mini, 10k for a big).

will be accommodated by a later poster date if necessary if you're an artist.

That's all for now. We can't wait to kick this off!

Signed, L&Co Big Bang 2023 mods :))

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iowriteswords · 1 year ago

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Writing Update

When Pinioned Birds Take Flight: currently at 105k words, not particularly close to being done yet. My longest story by far, original or fanfic.

When the War Ends: currently at 66k words. Estimating I’ll finish around 90k. This will be my third novel, and the first that isn’t a fairy tale retelling. It’s about a princess who gets kidnapped because of drama with her ex, and teams up with her kidnapper to end a war.

Untitled Beauty and the Beast retelling: currently at 20k words. I suspect it will eventually be novel-length, and thus my fourth novel, but I’ll probably be sharing it serially, first. I’m not exactly writing in order, so I’ll probably start sharing serially once I have 20k consecutive words starting from the beginning. An often-forgotten detail of the original story is that the Beast is cursed as punishment for rejecting the sexual advances of his mother-figure, and one of the main things I want to do with this story is actually deal with how traumatized this dude must be after all that. I badly need a title.

Take Off Your Happy Face: currently at 10k, probably won’t get much farther until I finish Pinioned and When the War Ends. Fanfic about Tim and Harley, after Bruce and the Joker are dead. Was meant to be a brief flashback scene for Flightless Birds, but now it’s a whole separate story.

Ozma: The Boy Queen: currently at 18k. A little boy named Tip gets turned into a little girl and made queen. Tip did not want either of these things, but no one cares what Tip wants. (Life gets weird. They fight a Nome. They meet a lady with 30 heads. The guy who murdered Tip’s dad shows up and moves in.) Based on books 2-6 of L Frank Baum’s Oz series. Those first 18k are on AO3, though they’ll go through a few more rounds of editing before I do anything else with them.

#my writing #batfic #batman #batman fanfiction #fanfiction #flightless birds #original fiction #beauty and the beast #oz series #oz project #when the war ends #when pinioned birds take flight #take off your happy face #oz books #Oz #batb #fairy tale retelling

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SHARE YOUR UPDATED WIP PLEEZ PLEEZ🤲

Hey my lovely, I can indeed!

WIPS I mentioned before:

Hypersexuality/Infidelity (with not on) fic, modern AU, Laurent POV and pretty dark long fic/multi-chapters

Modern Nobility AU – Veretian Masquerade coming of age party. Literally, it's an orgy ngl. Damen POV, probably going to be about 20k

Cam boys/OnlyFans AU - Damen POV and so much fun to write

Canon AU – set years post marlas peace treaty with D/A fun but D/L mostly because Damen is Oblivious. No cheating, no bad vibes.

Canon Divergent chalis assassination book 1 scene which has a lot of Damen talking, a lot of Laurent reluctance, and a lot of both of them pretending they're not getting carried away and that they're totally in control (they are not).

New WIPS

Post-canon threesome but if you have any firm view of how that goes down then this won’t be the fic for you

Canon AU, pure angst, treaty at marlas esque, Damen/Laurent but Damen is being forced into a political marriage with someone else.

Modern AU involving a sex toy and a trip to A&E that is basically just 10k words of Damen and Laurent sniping at each other (so far)

Fics I’ve started but idk what to do with it yet

Sex worker AU, wherein Laurent pays Damen for sex, Damen and Auguste are strippers, everyone is a mess because I can’t write characters that are healthy. Idk yet I have a lot of ideas but it’s still fresh atm so we’ll see

Revisiting the cuckold fic I started a few years ago that I hated but have had a new idea for lmao, Damen/Laurent, heavy on the humiliation aspect because I do mean a cuckold scene and not a hot wife scene.

As always it'll just be as and when but the next one I post will be the 1920s(ish) gangster AU, it's about 17k words, not very plot heavy, it’s more character focused sex and realisations lmao

I do have three of the others that are almost done so if that's not your vibe hopefully the next one will be 💕

#capri wips #asks #holding myself accountable lmao #my writing

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8. how slow is slow burn? - s l o w. i mean, i don’t want hand grazing until 10k in. no kisses until at least 20k. bed sharing can happen at 7.5k as long as they do everything in their power to stay on opposite sides of the too-small mattress and somehow wake up entangled with each other. the slower the better. 1k is not slow burn. 5k isn’t even slow burn. i want the build up to be earned and agonizingly slow.

10. top three favorite fanfic tropes - oh for sure. 1) there was only one bed, B) found family, iii. friends to lovers

22. what is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again? - god, isn’t that the question? maybe it’s because everyone’s take on them is slightly different. i have never read two identical fics. and the author’s thoughts on this couple this time they fall in love is just captivating to me. i also love the idea that no matter where they are - in canon, in an AU, in a notes app - these characters find their way to each other time and time again. no matter the obstacles. no matter the challenges. they just get to love. and for most of the pairings i love, they deserve it. they deserve to find each other in every lifetime. in every universe. they deserve their soft epilogue.

#this was fun even if i am doing it on my phone #off to read fanfic!

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fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic · 7 months ago

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All Teen & Mature Fic Recs: Alphabetically Sorted A-Z

Note that most summaries in this list are shortened. Each link will lead to the fic's rec page where you can get full details, summaries, and links to read each story.

[Explicit A-L collection] [Explicit M-Z collection]

A Curious Case of Miracles on Marlborough Street by akfedeau (38k, Mature) Crowley and Aziraphale finally take the next step in their six-thousand-year friendship. But when a spate of miracles sweeps across Soho and Mayfair, they realize their amorous escapades may have an unintended side effect.

a day in the life by attheborder (10k, Teen) “Rock and roll? Really, Crowley? No, I’m afraid I know Mr. Epstein far better than you do. We have quite similar tastes, you see, he’s a great appreciator of the classics. Brahms, Bach. He may sell pop records in his shop, but I can’t possibly see how a group like this could play a role in improving his life.”

All’s Fair In Love And Serial Killing by WyvernQuill (10k, Mature) Detective Inspector Crowley is 99.999 percent sure that Aziraphale Fell is a serial killer. The trouble is only that the remaining 0.001 percent are deeply in love with the man…

Among the Stacks by MeinirRhos (65k, Mature) Nearly a year after Aziraphale returns to Heaven, he vanishes from existence, leaving Crowley bereft on Earth. Just when the demon has finally started to heal and move on with his life, he finds his angel by chance in a library. But Aziraphale has no memory of his life as an angel, or of Crowley. How will our hero cope?

Anthophilia by FortinbrasFTW (49k, Mature) Anthony J. Crowley’s life seems like it’s finally falling into place...Things seem almost perfect, until one day the empty shop across the street is leased to frumpy fellow Oxford alumni, who doesn’t seem to remember Crowley nearly as well as he remembers him

Be As You’ve Always Been by gyzym (58k, Teen) For six thousand years, Aziraphale did his best to exist within the strictures of Heavenly conduct. It wasn’t a perfect practice; his relationship with Crowley, just for example, was never exactly what one might call “officially sanctioned,” or even, “particularly wise,” but the important thing was that Aziraphale tried. He wasn’t a very good angel, but he did his best, more or less. Wasn’t that all anyone could really ask of him?

Choose Your Faces Wisely by Poetry (5k, Teen) In a world where humans wear their souls on the outside, Crowley and Aziraphale learn to make their own.

Creative Writing for Creative Children and Panicked Nannies by munchmulch (17k, Teen) Aziraphale is as prepared for the new school year as he can be– what he’s not prepared for is an awkward man in sunglasses who’s about to pull Aziraphale into not only his own life, but the lives of Aziraphale’s students.

Dream A Little Dream Of Me (series) by lavender_mo0n (22k, Teen) The reality of Aziraphale parting ways with Crowley was a difficult reality to grasp, and so the demon decided he’d rather escape it through picking up an old habit he had long since abandoned; sleeping.

Fifteen Years of Heartache by mondlichtmaus (20k, Teen) They’re teachers. They’re in love. They’re oblivious.

Fifty-Two Blue by bendycello (84k, Mature) Crowley and Aziraphale are surgical interns with competitive streaks a mile wide each, and they really do not like each other at all. Until they do.

Fledging by FeralTuxedo (53k, Mature) Aziraphale Fell is much too young to be looking after eleven-year old Pepper. He barely has his life together as it is...there are some rather more adult problems to navigate: playground politics, the shadows of his own childhood, and the growing question of how Crowley, the only other dad at the school gate, feels about him.

God’s Silence Like the Sun by oceantears (9k, Teen) Crowley is looking for something...now, in their cottage in the South Downs, his search becomes much more obvious to Aziraphale. It happens every day, and after a while, it becomes almost performative. As if Crowley were just waiting for Aziraphale to ask what he is doing, exactly.

How to Win a Lifetime Achievement Award for Services to Television (and how not to) by GaryOldman (31k, Teen) Crowley hosts a late night comedy talk show. Aziraphale hosts a feel good morning talk show.When Crowley is asked to present Aziraphale with a lifetime achievement award, everything goes a bit skew-whiff.

i’d like for you and i to go romancing by dollsome (6k,Teen) In which people keep mistaking Crowley and Aziraphale for a couple, and Aziraphale starts to wonder if there might be something to it.

In A Place Like This by ghostrat (5k, Teen) Crowley works the bar at a discreet gentleman’s club on the brink of closing. Aziraphale appears out of nowhere to get the club back on its feet, and Crowley can only admire his angel at work.

In the (Second) Beginning by cherryfeather (2k, Mature) As their lunch stretches on Aziraphale slowly comes to realize that Crowley is—enjoying him. Enjoying Aziraphale’s conversation, and company, far more openly than he has in most of Aziraphale’s memory.

in the house we remain by commodorecliche (48k, Mature) Aziraphale buys a quiet cottage in the middle of the English countryside...But when a mysterious set of books, all written by unknown author A.J. Crowley, appears on his book shelf, Aziraphale begins to wonder if there is perhaps more to this house than he’d originally believed.

In The Next Room by maidenimage (7k, Mature) In which Crowley and Aziraphale get drunk, play poker, and then everything changes. Or: Why TF is Aziraphale giving Gabriel his spare room while he let Crowley live in his car for years? Oh, this is why.

Ink Blots and Forget-Me-Nots by gutsandglitter (42k, Teen) Owning a flower shop across the street from your boyfriend’s tattoo parlor is fun and adorable. Owning a flower shop across the street from your ex-boyfriend’s tattoo parlor? Not so much.

It Was Always You by mltrefry (230k, Teen) A chance encounter during one of the worst times of Ezra Fell’s life reunites him with his once best friend and the one who got away. Though, that would imply he ever had him in the first place.

It’s About the Journey by hakunahistata (4k, Teen) two celestial beings talk about flying.

Lavender Coffin by The_Infamous_Jack (12k, Teen) Aziraphale loves the 1920s, and he only wishes that he could share it with Crowley. Unfortunately, the more time that Aziraphale spends with the humans, and the more drunken letters he writes to his absent “husband”, the more he discovers the darker undertones to the era he thought he fitted right into.

lit in the darkness by ToEdenandBackAgain (40k, Mature) Aziraphale returns to Crowley’s flat for the night after Armageddon. After all, it’s hardly the first time they’ve shared sleeping arrangements. Or: Times throughout history Crowley and Aziraphale have shared a bed.

loving you brings only heartaches by gravitron (11k, Teen) It’s been 62 years since Aziraphale and Crowley’s disagreement in St James’ Park, and the world has entered a new era of flapper girls and arbitrary Prohibitions. After attempting to finally get in contact with the angel again, Crowley finds out Aziraphale has been accused of murdering Mr Howard, owner of the Harmony Emporium a few doors down…in her very own bookshop. It’s up to Aziraphale and Crowley to solve this mystery, or else they might be next.

Marriage in an Orange Grove by shanimalx (4k, Teen) Murmurationsis the oldest café in Soho, whose clientele is usually limited to reclusive artists, older men who value peace and quiet, and those who know the employees personally. Crowley is all three.

moments lost, moments gained by commodorecliche, Dervila (12k, Mature) Crowley and Aziraphale are expelled from their respective realms when their partnership is found out, and find themselves waking up in hospital as humans, with no memory of their previous natures, and no memory of each other.

My True and Complicated Romantic Feelings for the Demon Crowley by Hermuseros (27k, Mature) In which a Demonic Contract is written by the demon Crowley (and signed by the angel Aziraphale) in an attempt to resolve a very dangerous celestial standoff.

Omens On Baker Street by WorseOmens (155k full series, Teen) Sherlock and John are no longer the only crime-solving disaster duo in London. After Sherlock unknowingly wrongs a demon, he finds himself with two mysterious rivals in the detective scene. For Crowley and Aziraphale, it’s just a bit of fun, but they end up learning more about human nature than they bargained for.

on purpose, on purpose (i am going to care about you) by attheborder (2k, Teen) “Hold on. Hold on,” he hissed, going stiff under Aziraphale’s hands. “Are you— did you— what are you doing? Do you know what you’re doing?” “I’m playing with your hair, dearie.”

Our homeward steps were just as light by On1OccasionFork (7k, Teen) She flipped to the paperwork for the new gentleman, a Mr. A. Z. Fell. He was a retired literature professor, it seemed. He was slated to be in the room next to — oh, this could be a problem—Anthony.

Postcards From Paris by ghostrat (12k, Teen) Crowley has just moved into his Mayfair apartment and finds a postcard addressed to the previous tenant. With no return address, he’s left to collect and read the mysterious A.Z.F.’s adventures across Europe, where he hunts for bizarre bibles and rates ridiculously expensive wine in his free time.

Pray For Us, Icarus (series) by Atalan (65k, Teen) For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley’s flower shop. But Crowley can’t let it go…

sanctuary by moonyinpisces (22k, Teen) Crowley begins to smile something slow, bright, and lovely, but he schools it with a bite to his lower lip. Aziraphale thinks of the way he looked two millennia ago, pressed up against the wall with Aziraphale’s blessing healing his wounds, the only demon to experience divine ecstasy and live to tell the tale. How Aziraphale’s hands itch to do it again, and again, and again.

Scare me goodnight, my love by The_Rogue_Bard (22k, Teen) Beelzebub assigns a sleep paralysis job to Crowley. Unfortunately, the victim they have chosen does not sleep, is an angel, and could not be less scared of a demon he’s known for 6000 years.

Second chances and second choices by Melquiadesdecarabas42 (25k, Teen) After the (failed) second coming, Crowley and Aziraphale have to face the biggest fear of all: talk to each other.

Snitten by Rowyndodendron (6k, Teen) A cat starts hanging out outside Crowley’s London flat, he takes a bit of an interest in. But he doesn’t care about it. Absolutely not. (spoiler: he does).

soon you’ll grow so take a chance with a couple of kooks (hung up on romancing) by mygalfriday (BrinneyFriday) (20k, Teen) The image of Aziraphale — his bowtie undone and his coat long abandoned, his shirtsleeves rolled up to his elbows — with a newborn tucked snugly in the crook of his arm like some sort of angelic nanny will stay with Crowley long after this world is nothing but a smoking crater.

sweetie by PaintedVanilla (3k, Teen) She’s a cream colored cat, short haired and small in size with a pink nose and curious eyes. She follows Crowley everywhere he goes.

Talk about the weather by nightbloomingcereus (81k, Mature) Television meteorologist Aziraphale Fell and Youtube storm chaser A. J. Crowley have nothing in common aside from a purely professional interest in the weather and a mutually beneficial arrangement to lend a hand when needed.

That’s not what I asked by black_earth (1k, Teen) Aziraphale had to will himself to relax the grip on his glass. Crowley found his words and shot them out: “If I were to kiss you right now, would you let me?”

the aftershocks of immortality (and how to stay human despite it all) by Kierkegarden (4k, Teen) Crowley nudged him with his pipe hand. “Fancy a smoke?” or 5 times Aziraphale gave in to temptation + the 1 time that it stuck.

the burden of knowing by black_earth (2k, Teen) “Crowley was fixated on Aziraphale eating. It was intense, it was honestly slightly terrifying but it also made him giddy with manic excitement. The rules had been broken, the edges blurred, the natural order upended and tomorrow was not here yet.

The Fine Print by curtaincall (42k, Teen) Anthony Crowley sells computer systems to London businesses–and specializes in sneaking extra charges and fees into the associated contracts....He thinks mild-mannered bookshop owner Aziraphale Fell will be an easy mark...then Aziraphale comes back with some very polite, very pointed questions – and Crowley decides that maybe pulling off the sale isn’t his first priority anymore

the shame of wanting by black_earth (2k, Mature) A character study on Aziraphale trying to navigate the awakening of his bodily appetites and how they fit in with his angelhood.

The Truth Remains by WanderingAlice (200k, Mature) Raphael had been the third angel ever created, and he’d raised himself first with Michael’s clumsy help. Then he’d turned around and raised three more siblings, and loved them all so fiercely it hurt. He’d loved Aziraphale too, more than either of them really knew. And then, he fell. He lost everything.

They Drink Tea at the End by knifeforkspooncup (3k, Teen) After 6000 years in the spinning hubbub of earth, Heaven had been overwhelmingly sparse. So bright it stung, so empty it echoed, so utterly quiet the silence howled in your ears and never seemed to stop.

Time Marches Forward by Bellisima_writes (128k, Mature)Our story follows Aziraphale as he toils alone in Heaven to thwart the Second Coming while Crowley, back on Earth, encounters a powerful and frightened 15-year-old Adam Young in desperate need of guidance.

What About Hope? by AppleSeeds (27k, Mature) Crowley met Aziraphale in the spring of 1989 while he was on his lunchbreak from the factory, his attention immediately drawn to the posh boy sitting by the canal writing poetry...Twenty years later, they are reunited when Crowley, now a successful writer and vlogger, comes to work as an Associate Lecturer in the university department where Aziraphale is an academic.

you should’ve come over (please never leave) by mackanthology (3k,Teen) They’d sat on opposite sides of the table, but as the night wore on they’d found themselves facing each other. Trying to laugh it off, talk of anything else. Without acknowledging it, but both knowing it’s happening, they sought solace in each other.

You’re Just a Little Under Rehearsed by MickyRC (53k, Teen) Drama teacher Crowley loves directing the Tadfield Community Players’ shows—interacting with the rest of the staff at the community center, not so much. So when he meets the new accompanist for this year’s musical, he’s shocked to find that he might actually like him. Possibly more than like, if he’s being honest.

you’re not a religious person (but) by isozyme (19k, Mature) An account pertaining to the cultivation of figs, the ecstasy of St. Theresa of Avila, the ontological uncertainty of mammoths, the nature of temptation, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and the ten years following the end of the world.

You’ve Got Mail by SouthDrarryReturned (68k, Teen) Aziraphale and Crowley are hereditary enemies, rival book shop owners engaged in corporate warfare. They are also pen pals that are perfect for one another. They don’t know about that bit though.

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