#happy late lesbian visibility day

[forsapphics]

Jamie Clayton as Nomi Marks in season 2 of Sense8 (2015 - 2018)

[pink-tk-a-latte]

Love Language

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IT’S LESBIAN VISIBILITY WEEK!!!! MUST POST YURI!!!!!!!!! /hj

Anywayyyyyyyy— this is another one of my old fics that I just have not had the brain space to actually post. I have a lot of these and most of them are too self-indulgent for me to upload without cringing but hey!!!! That’s what the internet is for!!!!!

Bubble anon!!! Your fic is up next I'm so sorry I'm almost done

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Lumine acts like a stereotypical heroine. Feat. Ayaka being an utter sap.

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Sfw tickle fic!!!!!!!! Ler! Ayaka, Lee! Lumine. Romantic Ayalumi. Cringefail lesbians and cringe author.

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Lumine was not running away; Ayaka knew that. They were outnumbered, caught off guard, and already worn out. Lumine, chivalrous knight she was, had prioritized protecting her companion, and so she’d chosen the safer route of retreat rather than overexert themselves fighting the horde of Ruin Scouts. “A masterly retreat is in itself a victory,” after all. The traveler was as adroit as ever, and Ayaka had always admired her quick thinking.

The only problem was that sometimes Lumine thought too quickly, leading to embarrassing situations… like being carried to safety in Lumine’s arms.

Like the present, right now.

The fizzle of Electro around them was warm, and so was Lumine. Ayaka felt every drop and skip of her insides as she leaped and Ayaka thumped against her. Lumine’s heart was pounding with the effort, and her mouth was making a variety of cute noises.

Ayaka glanced up. Wow… she’d never seen her profile from this angle before. She had a… very traceable jaw. And oddly pinchable cheeks.

She buried her warming face in Lumine’s clothes.

Her Electro blasts propelling them step by step up the mountain, Lumine sprinted until her knees gave out with a winded puff. Ayaka rolled out of her arms and onto the grass, clutching at her chest. It was graceless, but at least she wasn’t Lumine, who leaned against a tree and wheezed out rough apologies.

“Close one—sorry—okay—yaka?” She collapsed beside the rescued princess with a dramatic sigh.

Even as she plucked a leaf out of her icy hair and the very bones of her face burned, Ayaka’s laugh was melodious. If not shamefully drunk.

“Aww, my savior, thank you for your selfless acts of service,” Ayaka said, a tease coloring her soothing voice. Lumine flushed to the edge of her scarf. The Shirasagi Himegimi was not someone to partake in banter often, but being with the Traveler was, well, freeing.

Recovering, Lumine coughed lightly. “Of course, milady,” she responded in kind, deepening her voice comically. “All in a day’s work.” She gave a wink at Ayaka that was more goofy than charming, but it warmed Ayaka’s heart all the same.

Languidly, Ayaka reclined against the grass. “You truly are a hero, and a very strong one at that.” Ayaka flicked open her fan and covered her face coyly, laughing at the dumbstruck, crimson expression that Lumine sported.

“W–Why thank you!” Lumine flexed her biceps like a superhero from some cliché (but lovable) manga. Ayaka burst into whole-hearted, entirely unbecoming giggles.

With Lumine still striking ridiculous poses, and her still riding on the high of mischief their little bit evoked, Ayaka spared no thought for hesitance when the need to touch caught her. Lumine was smirking ostentatiously, glancing away, arms still flexing above her head. Her defenses were wide open.

Ayaka snuck a finger under each of Lumine’s arms and stroked down.

Instantaneously, the Traveler screeched and squeezed into herself. Ayaka’s nails persisted, now with nowhere else to go. An ironic juxtaposition was Lumine’s high-pitched squeaking to her silly bass voice.

“AHAhAyahaKAHa!” Lumine wiggled like a caught fish. Her shiny, blushing cheeks curved tight against her crinkled eyelashes. “EheEE stahahahap ihihihit!”

Ayaka chuckled along, dazzled by her melon-shaped smile. “But Lumi! You’re so strong! I have faith that you can escape this.”

Lumine squealed as Ayaka hastened, falling to the ground and making an attempt to wriggle away. Her shoes scraped against the dirt. “AHAHA! But youhouHA—“ Her words were cut off by her own burbling. “Youhou’reHE strohOH- ohohong toohaEH!”

She devolved into rolling around on the grass in her desperation, forcing Ayaka, whose hands were still trapped, to chase after her. They ended up pretzeled, Lumine lying curled up on her side, her back to Ayaka’s knees. Snowdrift hands rested on her ribs while Lumine breathed heavily.

Her eyes quaked open. Liquid gold. “Where- Where did thahat come from?”

Pleased by the blush on the Traveler’s cheeks and even shoulders, Ayaka crooned, “Oh, Lumine-Lumine.” Lumine’s pink lips trembled, her blonde lashes quivering. “I was wondering how I could ever repay you for your deeds of goodwill. After much deliberation, I figured that sharing in a bit of fun would be most suitable.”

“Wahai— Wait,” Lumine gasped, wearing an apprehensive but beaming smile. “This is your way of saying thank you? Not that it’s bad, but— Ah! Ahayaka! Dohohon’t!”

Ayaka’s fingers ghosted over the exposed skin above Lumine’s ribcage. She cheeped and curled into a ball to hide her nose in her knees. Ayaka grinned at how she only pulled closer.

“But we’ve only just begun, dearest Lumi!” With a trill in her voice that made Lumine’s stomach squirm, Ayaka announced, “I will provide you with the full experience, if you wish.”

“Nonono!” Lumine squealed. Ayaka put more weight behind her touches, supplemented by the light skittering of her nails. Laughter glissandoed upward as Ayaka’s fingers traced her torso down to her hips. “EEHAhaha NOhohoahaHA!”

Lumine’s face was coated with pink that would put a sakura petal to shame. She curled her body around Ayaka’s knees and pressed her face into her legs, knuckles curling in the other’s skirt.

Ayaka squeezed the squirmy Traveler-shaped beam of starlight, pinched at her sides and hips, then scribbled over her stomach. Flailing, Lumine kicked like a toppled goat when Ayaka rubbed circles into her knees and thighs.

“HYAHAKEAHAHA!” Lumine yelled in a flustered mess of syllables. “AHAHAHEEAHA-AYAKAHA!! TAIHIHIHIOUHAHAOUT! TIHIHIHIHIMEAHA OUHOUTAHAHA!”

A gentle and benevolent noble amongst the people, Ayaka finally spared some mercy. She retracted her hands and rested them on Lumine’s head, beginning to comb through the short, fluffy locks. Lumine panted, giggly breaths still full of rapture. Her hands remained tangled in Ayaka’s skirts until she moved them to soothe the tingling in her skin.

“Sorry, Lumi,” Ayaka apologized sincerely, soft. “You’re too adorable to resist.”

Lumine giggled. “Stohohop. You’ll make me flustered again.”

Ayaka didn’t have a plan for what came after. Eyeing Lumine’s fingers, Ayaka anticipated her maybe seeking revenge, while an embarrassing heat swirled in her stomach. If not that, though, maybe they would continue to lie down and chat until the sun left the sky. Maybe they’d move on to the next quest once Lumine was fully rested up.

After a while, Ayaka noticed that Lumine’s heavy breaths had mellowed. Now they were steady and rhythmic. She looked down and found a blissfully sleeping Lumine, head pillowed in her arm.

Ayaka’s heart flipped. It has been a long day.

Tenderly, she arranged Lumine so she was sleeping comfortably on her lap. She brushed Lumine’s bangs out of her face idly. Her forehead exposed, Lumine appeared especially soft, even if her skin was scarred and baked with adventure.

The desire to touch was revived, but a softer touch this time. Ayaka moistened her lips, then shook her head. It felt like the natural progression for these events, but it was so bold…

Would Lumine approve? Did she want the same things as Ayaka? Did she long for intimate, corporeal affection the way she did?

But, she remembered Lumine’s easy, assuring smiles, her melting in Ayaka’s hands so casually, her resolve to visit the Kamisato Estate whenever she came to Inazuma without a care for who saw, and she decided not to heed her anxious thoughts. Leaning forward, Ayaka pressed a kiss to Lumine’s forehead, channeling all of her wishes and affection into the gesture. She smiled, feeling exceedingly cheesy, and couldn’t hold back her quiet giggle.

Lumine, Lumine… After everything the Traveler had been through, Ayaka only hoped she rested well.

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Ayaka’s so stressed over a forehead kiss my goodness.

Kiss meeeeee kiss me with your eeeeeyess closedddddd

[pink-karnery]

Your favorite agender lesbian! That's my fursona :3c He/They pronouns only

[danimalscrushcup]

happy butchtober & late lesbian visibility day 2 those who celebrate. here’s a me

[noob-with-a-shitty-computer]

apparently it was “shinigami dispatch association day” (#4月23日は死神派遣協会の日 on twitter) yesterday. I didn’t have time to finish this yesterday, so happy late shinigami dispatch association day :P (and also happy lesbian visibility week)

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[cryptidsport]

happy (late) lesbian visibility day !! had to whip something quick up for it

[adasknife]

idk how late i am but happy lesbian visibility week. happy day for the people who headcanon ada as a lesbian!!

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[lobotr-on]

drew this for lesbian visibility week but i stalled tweaking random things so its a few days late 👍

Happy lesbian week of visibility from your favourite undeadbians ❤️‍🩹

[cxsmiicc]

dead broke and broken hearted - dragons pov

unfinished and i dont plan on finishing it (at least anytime soon im crazy busy) but @hahnspoetry wanted it so here u go bestie

1.1k, goes with the other pov which is buried somewhere on here or on my ao3, direct link to story in title

wlw, lesbian sex, vaginal fingering, false identity, a shoe breaks that def happened, mistress kink sort of, rough sex, grinding (copied these from the other pov so may not be fully accurate)

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Muscles you didn’t even know you had ached as you trudged back to the inn, feet scarcely leaving the ground and shoulders dropping lower with every step, exhaustion set deep into your bones. The dreary building was hardly anyones dream home, but at least it was warm. And the rent was… negotiable. Passing through the gate with no hassle thanks to the late hour, you sped up somewhat at the sight of a flicker in your window. It was too steady to be coming from one of the handheld lanterns the local looters favoured, yet too faint for someone to be waiting to talk to you. That left one option, and the thought had you slowing back down again, conserving what little energy you had left.

One black leather boot crunched into the gravel harder than it should’ve and you saw the sole peel away from the rest of the shoe, cursing loudly and earning a filthy look from a washerwoman working overtime. If tonight went as hoped, a new pair would be easily obtained. You finally reached the door after what felt like an age of walking, pausing to take a breath before pushing hard on the wood and biting back a grin at the sight awaiting you.

The landlord, or landlady rather, was exquisite. Especially in her current state, so clearly through with the days work yet letting it show rather than taking the minute required to run a brush through her hair. No, she knew what drove you crazy by now and ensured that it was all she showed to you. Ever so slightly unkempt, what remaining clothes she wore crumpled and long dark hair flying madly about her face, she lounged against the stack of pillows on your bed armed with a smirk that loosened your corset ties then and there. Beautiful beyond comprehension.

“You put in for an extra week.”

Reaching down to remove your now broken boots, you let her voice wash over you, accent so different from your own and intoxicating in its allure. Tugging one ankle free, you tipped your head back to ask her, “Is that going to be a problem?”

“Mmmm, shouldn’t be,” she reached up, both stretching and giving you time to think, “Provided you continue being so timely with payments.”

Both feet now free, you tossed the useless shoes aside and made your way to the bed.

“I wouldn’t dream of being late, my lady,” You told her, punctuating the address with a sickening smile, honey laced with cyanide.

“Enough of these games.”

Even while you were a ways away from the bed, some invisible force drove you forward until her lips found yours. Her kiss was violent, explosive, and you needed it more than the air you so sorely missed. Somehow you wound up pressed against the sheets, Selene atop you with her hands desperately working at the many fastenings of your outfit. The kiss finally broke when she dragged your shirt over your head, corset lying underneath you with every pin undone.

“How you do that so fast I will never understand, it takes me years to get in and out of it.”

The smirk was back as she moved onto the lower portion of your dress, made easier by the lack of petticoats.

“I’d be more than happy to assist, but I fear I’d be reluctant to see it put back on.”

Skirts now around your ankles, she could see precisely how much her words affected you and simply groaned at the visible wet patch on your underthings and dragged them off of you. Now that you were bare and at her mercy, she moved to straddle you before pausing and panning her fingertips over your sides, admiring all that was hers. For you were hers, that much was never in doubt. Everything there was about your body, she knew, and every instrument possible of pleasing you she was a maestro of.

Getting restless, you went to grab her hands, beg her to do something, but she caught onto the attempt and pinned you down, leaning over you as she did so, raven hair tickling your chest.

“No. You will wait, and if I decide that you deserve it you shall get something, but not before I am sated. Do you understand?”

Your voice caught in your throat before you managed to get the words out. “Y-yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes I understand, nothing for me until you’re satisfied mistress.”

“That’s my girl.”

With that, she began shedding her own clothes, a much faster affair than ridding you of yours, simply pulling her dress over her head and tearing one simple underskirt away. A clever shift of her hips later and her dripping entrance was hovering over your waiting mouth. It seemed she craved you as much as you did her. She said the things she did for a reason after all, and cumming in your mouth appeared to be her raison d’être.

Wasting no time, you wrapped your arms around her thighs and pulled her closer, maintaining the pressure you knew she needed as your tongue began its work. Roughly circling her clit, you focused on the sounds she was making above you and moved accordingly, switching down to let her ride you when the rolling of her hips became too much, delighting in the wicked noises and near fall when you sucked hard. This rhythm continued until she was naught but instinct, rocking against your mouth as she gripped your upper arm desperately, silently signalling her satisfaction even as her cum was still gushing down your cheeks.

Ever so slightly out of breath she asked, “Mmmmm, do you think you deserve your turn?”

Your voice was muffled under her as you replied, “Not up to me.”

“Oh you are good for me aren’t you,” she said as she slid down to press her lips to yours again, moaning at the taste of herself on your tongue as she pushed her own to meet it.

All too soon she was moving on, leaving you breathless and quivering with need as her teeth sunk into the soft juncture of your neck, tongue darting out to soothe the sting even while she did it again and again, creating marks that would surely be seen for weeks. Somehow you never doubted that this was precisely her intention, letting Cairhien know that your body was hers to do with what she wished, when she wished it. Each time she went lower and lower, until she hit your chest and sparks flew behind your eyes as she started there, ruining the delicate skin with her bites yet still you relished it. Her hands darted up to pay attention to your other side while her tongue occupied one nipple, pulling and flicking at your breast until your breathing was just right, as though she were tuning an instrument.

[blicketyuri]

Happy (late) Lesbian Visibility Day ^^ (ft. Candy)

[the-eeveekins]

Inspired by a post from another user, I've decided to update and add to my Sulemio headcanons to make them more "aggressively gay" as they put it, in light of it becoming obvious Bandai suppressed the depiction of Sulemio. I said in my earlier headcanons that I was undecided on when they first kissed because I was torn between "how the show presents their relationship at face value vs. how the show provides evidence that they're much closer in private and off screen." This is headcanons going all in on the latter.

Disclaimer: for my headcanons I see Suletta as trans and a lesbian, and Miorine as a lesbian. I have no issues with cis Suletta or bi readings of either girl. It's all up to interpretation after all. 🤷‍♀️

- Miorine starts sharing her bed with Suletta in episode 4. This continues throughout season 1.

- Miorine is definitely the sex crazed one, at least early on. While Suletta's thoughts about sharing a bed are mostly chaste early on, Miorine lets her thoughs run wild with ideas and she often has to take care of herself to calm down.

- At first, Suletta only vists the greenhouse when she knows Miorine is there, but eventually they start going and leaving together, until finally Suletta starts showing up to the greenhouse on her own.

- Suletta starts finding herself visibly aroused by Miorine, and struggles to hide it from her. Miorine's statement that it's normal for two women to be together starts taking root and Suletta realizes she's never felt this way towards anyone else, especially guys.

- Suletta stays overnight at Miorine's room 2-3 times a week, usually on weekends. Other students take notice and rumors start spreading that they're sleeping together and maybe Miorine is serious about Suletta.

- When Suletta brings up the rumors to Miorine, she tells Suletta not to take them seriously, but secretly she's happy that others think they're that close.

- Miorine often steals Suletta's Holder uniform before she wakes up in the morning. Some days she wraps herself in it, enjoys Suletta's scent and masturbates while Suletta is still sleeping. Suletta thinks Miorine is very attractive wearing the oversized uniform and doesn't mind her lingering scent on her uniform.

- One night Miorine joins Suletta in the Aerial's cockpit and sits directly on her lap. This provokes an immediate and unsurprising reaction from Suletta (and her body). Multiple alarms start going off inside the Aerial's cockpit shortly afterwards, completely distracting them both. Eri apologizes to the utterly embarrassed couple years later.

- After episode 8, they start holding hands while walking around campus together.

- Miorine gives Suletta a kiss on the cheek before the duel against Grassley House, "for good luck." (Chuchu gets one from Nika too.)

- Suletta starts spending more nights at Miorine's room. And the nights she doesn't are the ones Miorine stays late working at Earth House. Miorine starts wearing Suletta's uniform around the Earth House dorms in the morning.

- They're inseparable at this point and most everyone assumes they're for real. Some doubters remain, thinking they're trying to sell it as hard as possible.

- They start cuddling in bed together. Most nights Suletta holds Miorine close to her in a spooning position. Suletta often gently kisses the back of Miorine's shoulders and neck in this position.

- Some nights Suletta gets aroused and will gently hump Miorine's legs or back, hoping she won't be disturbed. If this wakes Miorine or Miorine is awake when Suletta starts, she'll touch herself in response. They both know, but neither acknowledges it.

- Their first "proper" kiss is after Suletta promises to stay by Miorine's side in episode 11. Suletta tells Miorine how much she loves her while giving her the keychains. Miorine promises Suletta they'll kiss more when they get back to school, and maybe do more than that.

- Suletta keeps her promise to message Miorine 3 times a day while they're separated. Mostly she sends updates on the greenhouse or their classes, but sometimes she sends ideas for their wedding and pictures of locations, dresses, rings, etc. When Miorine gets her phone back, she saves every single message and image Suletta sent her.

- After Miorine returns to Asticassia, she purposely avoids sharing her bed together with Suletta in the days before her birthday. She knows if they get any closer or sleep together her determination will break and she won't be able to go through with her plan.

- Even after the divorce, neither of them deletes the various messages, images and videos they'd sent each other in the months prior. It gave them a measure of strength to keep moving forward, and that small sliver of hope that maybe they'd find their way to be together again in a better world.

- Suletta would've gone to see Miorine regardless of the outcome of her duel with Guel. But the fact that he tried to stand between her and Miorine have Suletta extra motivation to defeat him decisively in one last duel.

- Suletta pulls Miorine into a hug and a long kiss after Mio takes her hand. They quickly move into Miorine's room to continue and have sex for the first time.

- Afterwards, Miorine holds Suletta tightly as Suletta breaks down and confides to Miorine that she fears dying in the Calibarn and they'll never get to be together like this again. Miorine comforts her and helps give her the confidence to continue moving forward once again.

- They make a promise to go to Earth together afterwards, and grow more tomatoes together. Though neither makes a formal proposal, they both understand that they want to spend the rest of their lives together, no matter what.

- After Quiet Zero, Miorine formally proposes to Suletta the first day she regains consciousness. Still full of grief over what she did to Suletta on her birthday and after having almost lost her for good, she makes sure Suletta knows right away she loves and cares for her more than anything, duels or Holder title be damned, and she wants to soend her whole life with Suletta for love, not any obligation. Suletta accepts, and even through the pain says it's the happiest she's ever been in her life. Miorine proposes with her mother's ring.

- Yes, Suletta's nails were trimmed, and yes, Miorine is very much enjoying her wife's improving dexterity, thank you very much. Eri has learned to stop accessing electronics in their room during certain times of the night and morning.

[rainbowsky]

Happy Lesbian Visibility Day! 🧡🤍❤️

Sorry, everyone, I'm aware that it was yesterday, but better late than never!! I had a lot going on yesterday and didn't get around to posting this! Happy Lesbian Visibility Day to all my lesbian friends out there! We see you, we celebrate you! 🥳

[griddlebait]

Happy lesbian visibility week to the residents of apartment 69 🎉

woo!!! here’s chapter 24 as a day-late celebration

[staticshipstation]

Happy Lesbian Visibility Week!

I know this post is like. Late night posting but I HAD to do something for lesbian visibility week. Lesbian was my first ever queer identity I ever labeled myself as and really connected with (and still connect with to this day, obviously). It's really been my most consistent identity, that label is STAYING.

BUT I decided to draw the silly Gex x Static for this!! We are lesbians!!!

[possibly-soybian]

Happy (late) lesbian visibility day!!❤️🩷🤍🧡

Hiii this is my first post on here! I just made the account! I’m usually known as soybien on other socials.

I’m always looking for art mutuals! So please let me know!

I drew my lesbians! I love them!

Ocs are:

Sonya and Brooks 🌙🌊

Taflan⭐️💕

Cassandra and Demetria 🩸🕸️ + their baby (disclaimer: baby is not a lesbian but he’s an ally)

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Alien Day falls in Lesbian Visibility Week, so that means I need to write for the lesbian Crowlien au because we love monster women here. Even though this story technically takes place before Aziraphale mutates into an alien.

I just wanted to write a little soft fluff with them before shit happened. Even if there is mentioning of what happens post-alien encounter.

On with the fic!

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Crowley was grinning as she crossed through the ship's halls, looking for the medical wing. She had something hidden behind her back as she slipped past an irritated looking Furfur, nearly dropping it when he almost tripped her. "Whoa! Who pissed in your cornflakes?" She sniffed, giving him a look.

Furfur looked back at her, clucking his tongue. "Just the annoying, forgetful redhead who, once again, left me doing her job!"

Crowley blinked, then considered what he meant. "You went and fixed the issue with the lights in med bay?"

"Yes. Which your... wife kept trying to get you to fix!" He spat the word 'wife' out as if it tasted terrible. God, he was never going to get over Crowley rejecting him, is he? "Apparently she'd been trying to contact you all morning, and you didn't answer any of her calls."

"Was busy with that repair job Gabe's was bitchin' about at dinner last night, the one he told me I had to do first thing in the mornin', remember?" Crowley stuck out her tongue at him. "Anyway, I need to go and see my wife about something more important than the malfunctionin' lights in the keyboard of her computer! Ta~!"

She cackled and ran to Aziraphale's office, slapping the door button, watching it slide open.

Aziraphale was inside, typing away at her computer with just her index fingers. It's amazing how much of an old lady she could be, even at her age, it was so cute. She seemed so focused on whatever she typing that she hadn't noticed Crowley or the door opening.

Crowley chuckled softly, leaning against the door frame, waiting for her wife to finally notice.

In three... two...

"Oh! Darling!" Aziraphale looked up, smiling brightly. "I didn't hear you come in!"

"Course not, too busy doin' nerdy medical stuffy, eh?"

"Hush you." Aziraphale replied, then pouted. "Where were you? I've been trying to contact your communication device all morning! Did you forget to charge it again?"

"One, no, it was charged, remember? You saw me plug it in. Two, just call it a comm, angel, no one calls it a 'communication device'." Crowley moved from the door, hearing it shut behind her, hands still kept behind her back as she approached the desk.

"And I was fixin' that thing for the captain, cause if I didn't, you know he'd hound me for it all fuckin' day."

"Ah, that is true." Aziraphale said, then glanced to the side, trying to see what Crowley was hiding. "What's that?"

Crowley grinned. "Do you know what day it is?"

Aziraphale blinked owlishly behind those little glasses she wore when reading. "Tuesday?"

"Well, yes, but the date?"

"It's August..." She glanced at her calendar, then gasped. "It's my-!"

"Happy birthday!" Crowley shouted, holding out the yellow gift bag she had been trying to keep hidden.

Aziraphale stood up, looking so excited as she walked around the desk. "Oh, you clever snake, you didn't have to get me anything!"

"Too late, got it right before we left, so I clearly can't take it back! WAAAAYYYY past the thirty day return limit!"

The doctor laughed and kissed Crowley on the cheek before taking the bag, looking inside. "Oh, oh Crowley..." She pulled out a book, one that was clearly old, but in a very well-kept condition. "Is this...?"

"A first edition copy of Persuasion? Your favorite book? It might be."

"Darling, this is just... it's too much!"

"Nothing is too much for my wife, my favorite person, my beloved angel." Crowley smiled, holding her close, kissing her neck. "Do you like?"

Aziraphale set the book and bag on her desk, then leaned into the hold, kissing her right on the lips. "I love it. I love you. You make me so happy."

Crowley kissed her on the forehead. "Good, when you're happy, I'm happy. I love you too, angel."

--

Crowley looked at the pages in front of her, having paused mid-sentence in her reading aloud of the book. She heard the soft sounds of Aziraphale sleeping, felt the warm, moist breath through those terrifying teeth against her shirt where her wife was resting her head.

She grabbed for the bookmark nearby, slipping it into place, then closed the book. She looked at the cover, seeing the single word of the title. It was still in good condition, minus tiny tears from where Aziraphale had tried to grab it in her clawed hands.

It bothered her to not be able to hold her precious books anymore, but Crowley was there to do that, to help her enjoy them by reading the stories aloud. Granted, Crowley didn't often like the books Aziraphale enjoyed, some of them were so gloomy, but it made her wife happy, and that's what Crowley enjoyed most.

She sighed softly, setting the book aside, looking at bone-white locks of messy hair, at a face that seemed more like a skull than the cherubic face she was used to, but she still saw her wife there, that beautiful angel she married.

Things would never be like that birthday when Aziraphale got her book, when it had been such a good day, only for things to go to shit just two weeks later.

But that was alright, Crowley still had Aziraphale, even if she was a bit different than before. Her angel was happy, even like this, and that meant Crowley was happy.

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Something sweet, before all hell broke loose.

Also, yes, Crowley reads to Aziraphale now, it's so hard for her to do it herself.

Oh, I really like the idea that Furfur has feelings for Crowley, who has been married to Aziraphale for years. Sir, move on, you're never gonna get the girl. (Also, you die anyway, but still).