#a human au meet-cute

[lonicera-caprifolium]

a little hallmark meet-cute at the tree farm

(I'll leave it up to you which one is trying to do the selling though 💕)

[waitingtobebroken]

GO fanfic idea No. [REDACTED]:

Crowley works in the city council and deals with issuing permits. Aziraphale comes EVERY. SINGLE. WEEK to apply for a different one. It's very annoying but Aziraphale is cute and funny and so he doesn't really mind.

But just as Crowley is gearing up to ask the cute angel on a date, the permits turn... strange. Suddenly, Aziraphale is applying for things like a sex shop licence and an environmental permit. Skin-piercing treatments permits but also a work permit to employ a child.

And Crowley has to decide if he wants to notify the council or continue flirting with the prettiest man he has ever met.

Give him a moment. It's a tough one.

(Yes, you are absolutely correct! It turns out Aziraphale was doing it just so HE could continue flirting with the prettiest man HE has ever met! And also because while talking to Nina, he found out that other people find it very hard to get permits and, being the bastard that he is, he wanted to see how far he could take this)

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 40

In a modern world, Geralt has been chatting online with a man named "Dandelion" for about four weeks now. They finally worked up the mutual courage to go out for a date... I R L... (shocked gasps from the imaginary audience)

Only, Geralt has been sat alone at the restaurant they agreed upon for about an hour and a half now. All his messages to Dandelion have been ignored. He doesn't want to hope something bad happened to him, but he also doesn't want to hope the man is fine and just decided to blow off Geralt and their date. But then he finally gets a call from Dandelion. "Hi! Geralt! Geralt, Right? I hit the right number? Listen- Um- I locked my keys in the car. I know it sounds like an excuse but it isn't! And the car fixer men can't come until tomorrow, so I was just going to hire an uber, but I can't find my wallet, and I doubt I have the money for it, for see, my darling white wolf, I may have splurged all my money on quite a lovely bouquet to bring you- Um- It's on my kitchen table-" (the sounds of a man clambering and stumbling through his own apartment) "-And so i was going to do the very embarrassing act of asking you to pay for my uber, even though you were already generous enough to offer to pay for the entire meal, and so I decided I'd think on it and try and find my wallet again after my shower, but see then I fell in the shower, and I- Well, to be honest, I think I might have broken my arm, um- I think I need a raincheck? And can I borrow money for an uber to the hospital? I'll pay it back, I swear!" Long story short, Geralt's first date with this 'Dandelion' guy he's had a massive crush on for weeks, is driving him to the hospital and checking him in. The worst part of it all is that Jaskier (Dandelion's real name*) is so charming, that Geralt can't even be upset about the whole situation. *Geralt soon learns that "Julian" is Jaskier's 'real' real name, when he ends up helping Jaskier write out his medical forms, but this is all just semantics.

[mimisempai]

The greatest gift of all

Summary

Crowley has had to resign himself to spending his birthday in the airport coffee shop because of bad weather, but he meets a companion of misfortune. 

Are a few hours spent together in a waiting room enough to change an entire life?

Notes

I am fan of aiport meet-cute, so here you go. Hope you'll enjoy it!

On Ao3

Rating G - 2945 words

Crowley could have raged at the airline for not wanting to take any risks, at the bad weather and even at this damned conference,

but he knew he wouldn't change a thing; he was stuck in the airport coffee shop and he'd better make this night of waiting productive, his arrival in time for his own birthday party now definitely in jeopardy. He'd already phoned his sibling and his ears were still ringing from their protests and complaints. He took another sip of his coffee and told himself that at least he'd been lucky enough to get a good seat, meaning a comfortable seat and, most importantly, a seat with phone and computer connections that would allow him to work on his next conference.

Besides, there was something comforting about the fact that he wasn't the only one in this situation. Not long after he'd settled in, he'd seen a man rush in who seemed at least as relieved as Crowley to find a place similar to his own.

Crowley hadn't noticed him at all, not his sparkling eyes, his devastating smile, or the slightly tousled light hair that gave him a charming air.  Nor had he noticed the way he moved, as if he were dancing all the time, drawing the eye to a body that was not without its charms.

Of course, Crowley hadn't noticed any of this, because Crowley wasn't that shallow.

That didn't stop him from occasionally looking up from his laptop to sneak a peek at the other man. After an hour, he even found it amusing that although they didn't speak, they shared a kind of bond, displaying the same facial expressions when a child was too noisy or when a customer expressed his displeasure too loudly. Crowley began to think, absurdly, that he had a connection with this man. And even more absurdly, he found himself wanting to make that connection, but he thought about the circumstances, the "ifs" and "hows," and decided to forget about it. After all, since when did Crowley approach strangers out of nowhere?

So he focused on his laptop screen and continued working. 

A few minutes later, however, he was pulled out of his concentration not by the other man, but by an old lady who entered the cafe, desperate for a place to charge her cell phone - since when do old people have cell phones - and who said she was trying to contact her family. She trudged from table to table, exhaustion written all over her face. Sighing, Crowley was about to get up and offer her his seat when he saw that the light-haired man had beaten him to it and was offering the old lady his seat with a kind smile. He even went so far as to help her settle in, not leaving with his belongings until he was sure the old lady was comfortable.

Crowley wasn't particularly sociable and generally minded his own business, but the way the other man had behaved with the old lady had touched him, and he surprised himself by raising his hand to wave as the other man made his way to the counter.

When the light-haired man's eyes fell on Crowley, he motioned for him to come closer. The other man looked surprised - pleasantly surprised, Crowley hoped - and a broad smile appeared on his face, revealing dimples that renewed Crowley's interest.

When the man reached him, he said in a low voice that sounded slightly amused, "Hello, there."

He was exactly what Crowley had imagined.

Pointing to the seat in front of him, Crowley said, "I thought maybe you could sit here and we could share this prized possession. Then, holding out his hand, he added, "Anthony Crowley."

The man took Crowley's hand and squeezed it firmly as he replied, "Aziraphale Fell." Somehow his fingers seemed to brush Crowley's wrist for a moment, their hands lingering as their gaze remained fixed, then he added with a gentle smile, "Thank you for your generosity."

"Well, you were the one who was generous to the old lady in the first place."

"Oh, that hardly counts."

"It counted for her."

Crowley leaned over to push his luggage away, making room for Aziraphale to sit across from him. The man pulled out a spiral notebook, pencil, and eraser, which he placed on the table, then settled more comfortably into his seat and asked with a smile far too charming for Crowley's peace of mind, "So, Anthony, may I offer you a cup of coffee by way of thanks? "

"With pleasure, Aziraphale."

Aziraphale's eyes lit up and Crowley denied any feeling of butterflies in his stomach. A feeling he found hard to deny as it grew in the hours that followed.

Crowley had never realized how much truth there was in the saying that time flies when you're in good company. For time had flown with Aziraphale.

His companion was funny and witty, and Crowley wasn't sure if what amazed him most was the way Aziraphale showed his emotions so openly, the way they talked as if they'd known each other all their lives, or the way Aziraphale touched him so easily when he wanted to back up his words with a gentle squeeze of his hand or arm. Or now, the way Aziraphale slipped in next to him so they didn't have to speak loudly, the way he touched his thigh or leaned his head against him when he laughed out loud.

They spent the whole time discussing movies, literature, music, the conference Crowley had attended, the art exhibition Aziraphale had to go to, all the while commenting on the customers passing through the coffee shop. It was honestly one of the best evenings Crowley had spent since... well, that said a lot about him that he couldn't even remember ever having such a good time.

Aziraphale had at one point joked that their meeting was worthy of one of those rom-coms Crowley had said he loved so much, and Crowley found himself thinking the same thing as time went on.

After the coffee shop closed, they stayed together and tacitly made their way to an empty waiting room with deckchairs and blankets. In the half-light, they moved the chairs closer together and, lying down and covering themselves, continued to talk, broaching more personal subjects, feeling, without really understanding why, more and more at ease with each other.

Aziraphale spoke of always feeling different, apart, not always in tune with the people of his generation, of his not always happy childhood between an unloving father and a mother who died too soon, but he had also spoken with such joy of his bookshop, the street it was on, all his shopkeeper friends who had replaced his absent family and accepted him as he was. In response, Crowley had spoken of his adoptive sibling, Muriel, of their close relationship because they were both orphans, of his passion for the stars and the joy of making it his profession, of his odd passion for ducks, and had been surprised once again that Aziraphale had listened to him seriously and not once made fun of what he had said.

They both spoke of their loneliness and lack of a stable relationship, finding another common ground, another connection.

Then, without realizing it, lulled by the soft whisper of Aziraphale's voice, the warmth of his body that he could feel radiating from him, and his soothing presence, Crowley had fallen asleep.

He was awakened by the sensation of a brush on his forehead and a small pressure on his shoulder as his companion said softly, "Anthony...wake up."

The smell of coffee reaching his nostrils completed his awakening. He looked at his watch, shocked that he had slept for almost an hour. He'd never let his guard down like that, let alone with someone he'd just met. It spoke volumes about how quickly his feelings for his new friend were growing.

He straightened in his chair and took the steaming mug Aziraphale handed him with a gentle smile.

"I couldn't sleep, so I got us this."

Crowley asked in surprise, "You were awake the whole time?"

Aziraphale nodded. 

Crowley smiled and said approvingly, "You really are an angel, first the old lady you gave up your seat to, then offering me coffee and watching over my sleep.

"The sight was pleasant," Aziraphale replied in deflection, clearly embarrassed by the compliment, before adding teasingly, "but the snoring was quite unbearable."

Crowley exclaimed, "What?! But I don't sno-" he paused as Aziraphale burst out laughing.

"I changed my mind, you're a little devil."

He joined in his new friend's laughter when suddenly they were both interrupted by the voice from the loudspeakers. 

The air traffic will resume shortly.

Flight XXX to Glasgow Airport will be boarding in 30 minutes, please proceed to the gate.

Flight XXX to Cardiff Airport will be boarding in 45 minutes, please proceed to the gate.

They didn't listen as all traces of joy disappeared from their faces along with their laughter, for it was their respective flights that had just been announced. With a single movement, they began to pack their belongings, put their coats back on, and found themselves face to face, unable to say a word, unable to make a gesture. Unable to take their eyes off each other. 

Aziraphale was the first to break contact, glancing at their belongings. "I can watch your stuff if you still want to go to the restroom."

Crowley nodded and agreed. Anything to prolong the connection.

In the restroom, he took the opportunity to freshen up while he debated what to do. Aziraphale was charming, attractive, witty and intelligent. Not perfect, no, but perfect for Crowley, if he was honest with himself. They both lived in London, so distance wouldn't be a problem. 

Aziraphale had awakened a hope in him that he hadn't felt in a long time, and he felt that this budding relationship, if you can call it that, had great potential. He looked in the mirror and laughed to himself, there was nothing between them and it was almost as if he was already planning their life together. He didn't even know if Aziraphale was interested in him. 

Wasn't it crazy to consider a relationship with someone you'd only known for a few hours? 

But he found it hard to ignore the feeling of what if... what if he too had a right to happiness and he was letting it pass him by, what if this was his chance and he was letting it pass him by?

Was it worth the risk? 

Was Aziraphale worth taking a risk, this time completely recklessly?

Crowley didn't have to think long to know the answer. 

The answer was yes. 

Determined, he pulled out one of the business cards he always carried and a pen. He scribbled his personal number and hesitated a bit before adding, "Call me." 

When Crowley arrived at the entrance to the waiting room, he saw Aziraphale sitting there, staring at his phone, looking slightly dejected, which made Crowley's heart race with the hope that maybe Aziraphale was in the same frame of mind as he was.

When he saw him, Aziraphale smiled, not as brightly as before, but genuinely. He stood and waited for Crowley to join him when the loudspeaker called for the passengers to reboard the plane.

They approached each other, both visibly hesitant, neither willing to say the words that would end their encounter.

Aziraphale muttered, "Oh, damn... " then stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Crowley, pulling him close.

Startled, Crowley froze, then exhaled in relief as he wrapped his arms around Aziraphale.

Aziraphale murmured against his chest, "Happy birthday, Anthony."

"Thank you, Aziraphale." 

Crowley discreetly slipped the card into Aziraphale's coat pocket, then they stepped back and it was all over.

Crowley turned to pick up his luggage, grabbing his laptop bag and slinging it over his shoulder. Aziraphale had done the same and now he was dancing from one foot to the other, hesitating. 

He looked so adorable that it filled Crowley with a foolish surge of confidence and before he could think, he was leaning over the other man and brushing his mouth over his lips in a chaste kiss.

"Goodbye, Aziraphale." 

As he walked away, Crowley couldn't help but look back one last time to see that Aziraphale was still watching him and had brought his fingers to the lips Crowley had just kissed.

Crowley refrained from running toward him and continued walking. But as the distance between them grew, he felt his confidence evaporate like snow in the sun. He tried not to think about the other man as he crossed the airport. He tried not to wonder if Aziraphale would call him, and if so, when. Finally, he found his seat and, after putting his things away, made himself comfortable. That's when his phone buzzed in his pocket. 

Heart beating a little faster, he looked at the screen. 

The number was unknown.

Look in the front pocket of

your laptop bag. 

A.

The "A" immediately told him who it was. He did as the message instructed and was surprised to find a small package where it said. Inside was a small porcelain angel attached to a ring. Crowley had compared Aziraphale to an angel earlier, so Aziraphale had probably bought it in the souvenir shop next to the waiting room while Crowley was in the restroom. 

There was a small tag around the angel's neck with some words scribbled on it, Crowley looked closer. " So that you'll remember me." 

Crowley felt the butterflies come back. 

He grabbed his phone and quickly dialed the number, knowing his time was running out and not wanting to wait until he reached his destination to talk to Aziraphale.

He didn't even have time to get a word in before Aziraphale spoke up, "So can we talk before our planes take off? And maybe plan an evening for me to take you out to dinner when we're both back in London? In four or five days? As soon as you get back. Unless you'd rather wait-"

"Aziraphale!

"Huh? What?"

"Breathe..."

Crowley smiled at the sound of embarrassed laughter on the other end of the line, then assured Aziraphale that yes, they could meet. Absolutely. Without a doubt. The conversation was easy and full of eagerness to see each other again, to have another date - a real first date, something they both wanted. They talked for nearly half an hour before Crowley's flight took off. Aziraphale promised to text Crowley when he landed, and Crowley promised to do the same. 

As they hung up, they both thought that their meeting was truly worthy of a romantic comedy.

**********

A year later, to the day, Crowley and Aziraphale sat comfortably together on a sofa, watching television without actually seeing it.

On the coffee table in front of them were the remains of a birthday cake and two glasses of champagne.

Crowley lay with his head in Aziraphale's lap while one of Aziraphale's hands rested on his hip and the other was buried in his red hair.

Crowley sighed contentedly and murmured, "We couldn't have settled down like this a year ago." 

Aziraphale chuckled softly, "Well, we hardly knew each other," he brushed back a strand of Crowley's hair and continued, "Strange birthday, wasn't it?"

Crowley straightened up a little until he was almost sitting on his lover's lap. Then he wrapped his arms around Aziraphale's neck as Aziraphale's hands slid to his hips. He leaned forward and murmured against his lover's lips, "Best birthday ever, until this one, obviously."

He closed the distance and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's in a tender kiss.

Nothing could be truer. For a long time, Crowley had resigned himself to ending up alone. But a year ago, fate had put this man in his path, and what he'd thought was impossible had become his daily routine.

He no longer stayed at work because all that awaited him was a cold apartment; now he couldn't wait to get home, to Aziraphale's bookshop.

Living with his lover had been so easy. It was as if they both clicked. Each brought the missing piece to the other.

Only one thing remained.

Three words Crowley hadn't said.

Three words he had felt for a long time.

Three words he wanted to say now.

Aziraphale pulled him out of his thoughts by saying with a small smile on his lips, "You did get a little birthday present that day though, didn't you?"

"You mean this little trinket?"

Aziraphale replied with a knowing look, "That little trinket with the keys to your precious Bentley hanging on it? I think you must like it a little to have hung it there."

Crowley replied casually: "It's the one who put it in my pocket that I love."

Aziraphale tensed a little before pulling back to meet Crowley's gaze, "...you... ?"

"Yes." 

Crowley swallowed once and repeated clearly, "I love you, Aziraphale, my airport angel."

Aziraphale's smile widened, and then he cupped Crowley's face in his hands, brought it close to his own, and whispered, "I love you, too," before capturing his lips in a long kiss that went on and on, breaking only to reaffirm their love before kissing again. 

They both smiled blissfully when they finally parted long enough to catch their breath and then Crowley cuddled up to Aziraphale, who wrapped his arms around him as he gently kissed his lover's hair before whispering, "Happy birthday, my love."

Crowley could only nod against his lover's warm embrace.

Yes, it was the happiest of birthdays.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[profoundbondfanfic]

Lost and Found

Lost & Found by fangirlingtodeath513, GhoulsnHalos (@fangirlingtodeath513,) Rating: General Word count: 5k

Castiel's somehow been coerced into attending the biggest Hollywood party of the year-his brother Gabriel's Halloween party. It's not his scene, but he figures with Charlie and her girlfriend there, at least he won't be alone. Dean Winchester is looking for a bit of anonymity and Gabriel Novak's party presents the perfect opportunity. No one will have a clue who he is and he'll get to spend one, blissful night as just another guy at a party. Everything changes when Castiel loses his cell phone.

Dean and Castiel meet at a Halloween party. They have a drink together, each unaware of who the other is and then go their separate ways. But life finds a way to bring them back together.

This fun story starts as a meet cute at a Halloween party. The characterization is on point, and the chemistry is off the charts from the moment these two cross paths for the first time, even though they're both in costume (no spoilers, but their costumes are awesome!) It also includes their first date, which is just adorable! I really enjoyed their flirting and playful banter, and I liked that though the story is mostly lighthearted, there are hints about the hardships each had to overcome to reach this point in their lives. As a bonus, several of our favorite characters make an appearance in this (Benny, my beloved), making the alternate universe this is set in feel more alive and vibrant. I would recommend this story to everyone interested in something soft and cute.

[lucigoo]

A faunt, two dwarflings and their Uncles

No warnings. Just pure family friendly Halloween fun! As wel as to prove I can write fluff, see Bagginshield besties 😂😂

Summary: Bilbo takes his nephew and ward Frodo to a haloween party at the community center. There he meets two little boys dressed as dwarflings and their handsome Uncle who was also a fellow casualty of the Tolkien fandom.

And of course and excerpt:

Bilbo was looking around at the other children’s costume, noticing that Frodo was in fact the only hobbit. But he wasn’t surprised. Most of the kids were superheros of some sort. He saw no less than 3 Wonder woman costumes and at least 5 Captain America’s. He was pleased that Frodo still wanted to be a hobbit. He could blame it on the literary snob inside of himself, but after all, with a name like Frodo, he was just glad the boy embraced his namesake. As he was looking around, his attention was caught by two boys also near the food table. They were dressed as little dwarves, complete with toy weapons: one had a sword slung at his side, and the other carried a bow and quiver of fake arrows. Both had matching toy daggers that appeared to be carved from wood tucked into their belts, and what belts they were. Bilbo was sure they weren’t really gold, but they sure looked like it, decorated with fake jewels that shimmered in the lights. They also had large, clunky boots on that fit the look they were going for, and Bilbo couldn’t help but gasp at their fake beards. They must have cost a pretty penny with how wonderful they looked, and along with the boys’ naturally long hair, they were braided and beaded. The effect was stunning, and Bilbo was amazed at the sight of the two pint-sized warriors who looked like they could have just stepped out of Arda.

[littlelion021]

-небольшой скетч с одной моей хорошей дамой в "Magma"

[dsudis]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Sandman (TV 2022) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Hob Gadling Characters: Hob Gadling, Dream of the Endless | Morpheus Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, neurodivergent Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Depressed Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Groceries, Selfies, Hob Gadling's Love Language is Acts of Service, Wrong number, meet awkward Summary:

Dream E. tipped well—absurdly well, sometimes, which was probably because Hob actually obeyed all the notes about things like Do not buy apples without sending a picture of them, I will tell you which I want and No other brand is an acceptable substitute on items like Sainsbury's own-brand custard creams. He would order half a dozen of the exact same frozen meal every week for months, then switch to a different one and be just as obsessed with it. There was only one kind of honey he would accept in one size jar. Hob knew probably not only how he took his tea but how many cups of it he drank every day; he was forever forgetting to order teabags and then texting Hob at the last minute to add a box.

Hob had taken to adding "Do you need tea?" to the standard "This is Robert G. and I'm shopping your grocery order" text.

(Robert G. who brings the groceries is one of the most-texted numbers in Dream's phone. This will surely never cause any problems.)

[Inspired by an Awkward First Meeting writing prompt, but I’ll let you find out which one when you get there.]

[fuckyeahgoodomensfanfic]

Good Omens Fic Rec: MatchMade!

Crowley tests a new dating app for an online publication. When his match dumps him for another man's match, he and his fellow dumpee take a chance on each other.

Length: 37,270 words

AO3 Rating: Explicit / Spice Level 🔥

Best for: Safe in Public, Human AU

Triggers: Off Screen SA

Read it here, fic by amaruuk

*Minor Spoilers* This was a very fun prompt! Crowley is a journalist, trying to write a story about the online dating app MatchMade! He has no intention of actually dating the young Eric he matches with, but when Eric leaves with Gabriel, Crowley ends up on the best date of his life with Aziraphale. This story has an excellent pace, very snappy and effortlessly comedic. It understands that a lot of the attraction between Crowley and Aziraphale comes from their ability to match each others wit and intellect. They are both so knowledgeable and passionate, they can actually keep up with each other. I think this author did an excellent job of creating a fun and original backstory for both of them! I really enjoyed their conversations and the stories they tell each other. When their date ends, Crowley must do a bit of detective work to find him again. Helped by the adorable Garum the cat, and Geddy the parrot, he refuses to let Aziraphale slip away.

There is a part of the plot that deals with an off screen sexual assault, but the details are brief and it's not triggering content. Just know your own limits. Sexual scenes here are not explicit and mostly off screen.

Read it here, fic by amaruuk

[karizipan]

ermm scanned some stuff... some of the orv in my sketchbook + tidbits of my silly merfolk yjh au

[rainyraisin]

@cupcakeslushie 's Sep!au is super cool!!! And I literally adore Three with all my soul he is so freaking amazing!!! So what did I do?

Comic.

(Words underneath each panel, I gen forgot my handwriting is awful, apologies!)

"Donnie, you have to stop hanging out with the purple dragons."

"Why? We're frien-"

"No, you're not! They're using you!"

"What would they have to use?! Come on, April!"

"You're searching for something that isn't even there just to get mad at me!"

"No, *you* come on!"

"I care about you, Dee. I don't want to see you get hurt."

"No, you only pretend to care cause one tries to!"

"Look, I get it. You hate me, and... I hate you too. We don't have to be anything more than that."

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I had to cut it down a bit to make sure it was only ten panels but I hope you still like it!!! I tried to keep it as true to the characters as possible. I really wanted to include Three's hallucinations in there somewhere but with the limited amount of panels I didn't get the chance. I hope to draw something related to that in the future!

I dont remember if this has been stated or if this was a hc but I honestly feel like even though Three is grateful to be apart of a family, given his faint memories of Draxum actually giving a crap about him prior to being affected with emperium, he'd be afraid that they don't actually care and they're going to rip it all away from him. Also I remember it being said that Three kinda tests the boundaries of their patience to see if that's going to happen? So that plus the purple dragons ask kinda culminated in this! Along with the idea that part of the reason Donnie doesn't get along with April is because since she argues back, she must hate him, so if she hates him then why shouldn't he hate her back? He doesn't see that she's trying to have a (platonic) relationship with him. Also I feel like he totally distances himself from her so what happened to Tim doesn't happen to her cause he knows his brothers care about her and they're already doing enough for him, he can't be even more of a burden to them. (This is all hcs ofc!!)

Also completely unrelated but hc that Three had paint all over his hand and touched the back of his mask but didn't realise and had that stain on there for months until somebody pointed it out to him-

[waitingtobebroken]

You Don't Need A Licence For That (Ch 2, 5.5K words, Rated M)

Summary:

Crowley works for the city council and is responsible for issuing licences and permits. Aziraphale seems to be hoarding them. Crowley should really reject some of those applications. And he will, once he is done pining over Aziraphale. Really, he will!

And a little excerpt as I kept giggling writing this part specifically!

Aziraphale seemed deep in thought. "How about if I use them? Would I need a licence for that?" Oh, Someone. Not even a fucking mountain would have been able to hide the full body shiver those words caused Crowley. "What do you- What do you mean by that? Use what?" He shouldn't have asked that. He should. Not. Have asked that. He had always been told his curiosity was his best and worst quality. "Well, Muriel, they sold me a few toys. They tried to give them to me at first, a sort of welcome to the neighbourhood gift. I told them I could never accept such a thing, this is a business, I told them, and only accepted the welcome basket once they had let me pay for it fully. Although I do suspect they gave me a great discount, to tell you the truth." Aziraphale looked at him as if he was waiting for his input, as if this was not a story of someone gifting him a basket full of sex toys and Crowley felt like he was going to scream.

(Only time will tell if I will ever stop making jokes about this!)

[immacaria]

Fluffbruary: February 1 - Museum

Tags: Meet cute; Human AU; First time meeting; remembering; established relationship; Fluff or something similar to it; College AU

  The first time Morpheus entered a museum as an adult, it was raining. He was running away from it, recently out of class and walking back home when rain came pouring down. It had been raining for the past three days non-stop, but it still got him by surprise. 

  So, yes, the first time he entered a museum as an adult was an accident. 

  It was also the first time he met Hob Gadling. 

  The man was sitting in front of Death by Janis Rozentāls, staring at it as if it held all the answers about life. His eyes were fixed on it, ignoring the very few humans walking around him in favour of staring at that single painting. There was a dark expression on his face, as if this painting in particular held personal offence to him.

  Hob was the first one to talk between them, noticing Morpheus just standing there and staring at him, and asked if he knew the painting. Of course he did, it was his older sister's favourite painting, how could he not know? 

  "I'm Robert, but you can call me Hob, if you want," he had said, reaching a hand out to him and smiling. 

  "Pleasure," Morpheus said, shaking his hand before he added: "Why were you staring at the painting?" And that was all it took for them to get friends. 

  They spent hours in that museum, rain and appointments forgotten just so they could talk and discuss the paintings and the statues in there. And, then, when it was finally time to go home, Morpheus had asked to meet him again in that same place and hour next week. Crazily enough, Hob accepted. 

  Now, years later, Morpheus watched as Hob cooked for them, hair a complete mess and wearing only sweatpants he found thrown in the floor of their room. 

  Their. It was their room. It had taken them years, numerous people telling them the same and they almost losing each other to realise their feelings, but they had realised and it was their house now. 

  "What are you thinking about?" Hob said, looking over his shoulder to where Morpheus was finishing putting the dishes away. 

  "How do you know that?" Morpheus turned to him, one eyebrow lifted and leaning against the counter. 

  "Because I know you and I know that look on your face," he whispered, turning the stove off and walking to him. "You are thinking about something, aren't you?" 

  "Perhaps," he whispered back as Hob kissed his shoulder, his hands finding their way to Morpheus' hips and just staying there, gentle and caring. Hob was always gentle and caring with him. 

  "Do you want me to guess what you were thinking about?" His lips were over his collarbone now, tracing the little freckles there slowly. "You were thinking about me..." Each word was punctuated by a kiss, his hands coming up Morpheus' shirt as he pressed closer to him. "And a museum..." A kiss to his neck. "And a specific painting..." A kiss to his jaw. "And I know I'm right." 

  "You think so highly of yourself," Morpheus said, taking Hob's chin in his hand and bringing their mouths close. "I fear for your downfall." 

  "We both know you would be there to catch me," and he sealed their lips close, pressing impossibly close to him. 

  Yes, he was right, he would always be there to catch him.

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untitled time travel 🤝 selkie au two terrifyingly powerful forces of destruction being pacified by random guy

bonus amnesia au: the same kind of holds true? hear me out if i were a rocket corp employee i'd find nightshade extremely off-putting. he's a normal guy just too happy around victim the certified fucked up guy who would kill you.

truly...

AND YEAH YOU GET IT! nightshade is so normal. TOO normal. how is he so calm about being best friends with someone like the boss? vic is fucking TERRIFYING! and even weirder, vic treats nightshade as an equal when with anyone else he's an absolute control freak.

i mean. until you get to THAT part i guess

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Bees Knees Plumbing, At Your Service

Bees Knees Plumbing, At Your Service by hollyblue2 (@envydeanwrites) Rating: Teen Wordcount: 1k

Dean needs a professional hand in fixing his toilet, he's already had to deal with the hot voice on the phone… and then a very attractive man turns up on his doorstep.

In which the plumber's hot voice leaves Dean with high expectations of the man coming to repair his toilet the next day, and Cas actually exceeds them. Now the only problem is how to ask him out on a date.

This is a short, absolutely adorable meet-cute based on a tumblr prompt. It's all rainbows and Dean's bi disastrousness, and it features an orange cat that is sure to steal your heart with his attitude. It truly combines everything our fandom loves - including, Castiel's fondness of bees. It's perfect for a small dose of fluff between chores, or while waiting in a queue, or even as a palate cleanser between more angsty fics. Don't miss it!

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Tiny Dancer: Chapter 3

(With her father often busy, Jenny finds herself a new friend to help her navigate becoming a young woman... She thinks her new friend could be her dad's friend, too.

OR

Single Dad Detective Nine is set up with Rose Tyler when Jenny picks herself out a new mom at a posh department store)

Find Chapter Three ⬇️

Or start from the beginning ⬆️

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