#he has fallen so deep into the ineffable fandom

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Aziraphale DIES?!?! | Good Omens Episode 4 Blind Reaction

The reaction saga continues

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Reader x William Shakespeare {IkeVam} - My World

Title: My World

Fandom: Ikemen Vampire

Character: Shakespeare Shakespeare

Genre: Romance, fluff

Warnings: none!

Intended Gender Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 848 words

Written by: Mythiica

Other comments: trying a new style!

Request:

You do not really want to admit it, but you and Shakespeare are fighting. 

          Isaac considers it more feuding – the awkward silence at dinner that gnaws at everyone, the skillful throwing of murderous glances in the hallways, the slamming of doors whenever the other entered the mansion. Even Comte suggests asking Shakespeare to relocate away for a few days. 

         Probably the worst part is that you have forgotten what exactly the two of you had disagreed upon. Something stupid about leaving Yorick on the pillow again… your mind clouds over the past and all you can feel is the longing for his arms around your body, keeping you close and warm. Maybe those moments of quiet are only because he does not want to anger you further, maybe he takes a peek at you to try and catch your smile, and maybe the door slamming is unintentional (the mansion is a bit creaky). 

         Swallowing hard, you pad around your room and rake your fingers through your hair. Leonardo scribbles down a few notes before he throws his pencil at you. “At this rate, you will surely bore a hole into the ground and fall through directly into his bed.” 

         You open your mouth but then close it, deciding against saying something witty in response. “Do you know when–” 

         “Sebastian said he would return before dinner.” 

         When he sees your anxious expression, Leonardo does his best to suppress his laughter. 

         “What?!” you demand. You take a seat next to him on the loveseat and exhale slowly. “I just want to apologize to him…” 

         Leonardo taps his new pencil against your nose. “And you will. Don’t overthink it.”

         Even though your friend says this, you fail to listen. In fact, you are oblivious to the words and go through the motions of a regular day in the mansion like you are not entirely present. Sebastian sends you away from the kitchen before you drop something, Wolfgang refuses to let you “bring him down” (because, you have the ability to do so further, even when he is playing the Requiem in D minor, K. 626), and Isaac did not even let you into his study. Dejected, you seek refuge in the gardens outside, thinking that the sunlight will cheer you up while you wait. 

         You must have fallen asleep in the gazebo, because the next thing you know, it is sunset and his carriage has arrived. It waits, just hidden behind the corner of a column, and you can hear his footsteps preceding into the mansion, the steady click click click of his soles tapping against the marble tiles. 

         Half of you wants to chase after him and hug him, but you know that you must control yourself. Instead, you slip back inside and wait for him to finish talking with Comte. They both glance over at your direction, but then Comte leaves. 

         Meaning: you and Shakespeare are alone in the same room for the first time in ages. 

         He clears his throat and runs a hand through his hair. When you walk towards him, Shakespeare seemingly is looking for the nearest exit, and you reevaluate your posture. Perhaps you are a bit too intimidating… 

         “William–” 

         “I was just leaving, I did not want to bother you.” 

         “Listen.” 

         He stops and his eyes flicker with hope. 

         Taking a deep breath, you let your emotions gush out. Being vulnerable is good, you tell yourself. “To be honest, I don’t even remember what happened and why we’re like this now… but all I’ve been doing lately is missing you, and I can’t think about anything else. If you’re not still mad at me, please come back–” 

         Shakespeare inhales sharply, like your words have just pierced his heart. “I could never be mad at you…” 

         You sense a ‘but’ coming, and after he licks his lips and hesitates, it comes: “But I worry about… you returning. That is what we fought about. Going back or staying here. I cannot comprehend such a world unlike this one – the future – even if it is your world and your home. At the same time, I would never ask you to remain here solely on behalf of… well… me.” 

         Tears well up in your eyes, but you hold them back. “William… I don’t have to go back.” 

         “Hm?” 

         “Because I can fit my entire world in the palms of my hands… Care to see?” 

         He seems to be having difficulty with this concept – holding something as large and ineffable as the world in something as small as your hands – how?

         “I don’t understand. You would need magic for that, no?” 

         “No,” you laugh, “I don’t need magic. Just–” 

         Smiling softly, you raise your arms and cup his face, Shakespeare melts against your warm touch. He clasps you and holds you so close that you can feel the rhythmic beating of his heart and the rattling of his chest as he suppresses his own sobs. 

         You feel at ease once more and take comfort knowing that your home is with the vampire you love. 

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Foie Gras

Fandom: Good Omens

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/20199805

Summary: The only thing worse than being punished for failure was feeling like that failure didn’t even matter at all. Sure, the demons had been punished horribly for their wrongdoings, but at least they knew that they still existed in Her eyes. Aziraphale is hit with the realization of his own immorality and selfishness, but God has not punished him for it. He hasn't fallen, despite his beliefs that he deserves it. He decides to test Her, to see if he is truly invisible to Her or not, by giving in to lust.

Contains: Self-destructive thoughts, negative views on masturbation, mentions of animal cruelty (that is not the focus though), and testing God.

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It began with a meal, as it always did when it came to Aziraphale. This time, it was a foie gras that melted in his mouth, buttery and smooth. He sighed deeply as his eyelids fluttered closed, taking in the scent, the texture, and the taste, then letting them mix together into the absolutely heavenly combination it was meant to be. There was something about food that seemed to dip into the very cells of his human form, to take a swim in every one of his pleasure centers and make him feel warm all over. He didn’t often question it. It was something that he had started to explore in order to better understand the humans that he watched over, but now… well, it had morphed into something much stronger than curiosity.

He walked out of the restaurant and his easy contentment was abruptly torn away. People waved signs directly in front of his face that made him want to instantly expel every bite that he had eaten. Of course, food always came with a price of some sort, but this cruelty was not worth the reward. As soon as he escaped the crowd of protestors, he immediately emptied the contents of his stomach through a miracle that could easily be called frivolous, but certainly didn’t feel so. The thought struck him that he didn’t often question what he was eating, where it came from, or how it was made. He saw the lofty price tag and something incredibly selfish in him decided he wanted it because it was a luxury.

Crowley would have thought about it, he knew. He always did. He always cared. Especially about ducks.

Aziraphale maintained his outward composure until he stepped through the front doors of his bookshop. He leaned back against the dark wood once they closed, roughly rubbing his hands over his face. There was something stirring deep in his stomach, and it wasn’t the foie gras. It was a spiraling, churning, just punched in the gut kind of feeling.

Guilt.

That was a feeling he spent a lot of effort pushing away and distracting himself from. His actions, even the foolish ones, were quickly filed away as parts of the Ineffable Plan, where he wouldn’t have to debate their moral value. But this time, something had slipped through the dams in his mind that protect him from just this sort of reflection. A demon would have done better than him. Crowley was hardly an evil one, but the strength of the point still easily dragged his immorality out from the depths of his soul and left it in the sun to dry until it blistered and cracked. It felt like the light of God was burning down on him again, but the bookshop was dark. She was not accusing him of anything, though She surely knew.

It was gluttony. Overindulgence to the point where he didn’t even care what it took to get it. He just wanted, and craved, and delighted in the wanting itself. The rumble of hunger that angels weren’t even meant to feel was welcomed with open arms and a plump cheeked grin. There was no food like that in Heaven, it wasn’t necessary. Everything that they would need was provided for them, always. Why was that no longer enough for Aziraphale?

He pushed himself away from the door and pulled off his coat, hanging it gently on the rack nearby. As he stroked his hands down the smooth fabric, he felt another crack grow within him. That was yet another thing, his love for material items. His favorite clothes that he so tenderly cared for. The gold ring on his pinky, carefully polished. The books that his gentle fingers worshipped, tracing crackling spines and soft pages that he adamantly refused to share. Good children learn to share when they’re toddlers, and here he was, over six thousand years old and still throwing tantrums when asked to give up one of his precious books to a paying customer. How foolish.

Tearing himself away from the clothes rack, he lowered himself onto the plush sofa in the back room. If he were darker and lankier, he would have looked more like Crowley than himself. Limbs sprawled, an arm propping his heavy head up above the arm rest. It was entirely unlike him.

This dark mood began with a meal, but his thoughts had spiderwebbed outward to fill every crack that was forming in his opinion of himself, only to expand and slowly shatter him further. He should fall for the way he was thinking, the way he had been behaving for so long. The human world tempted him more than any demon ever could, and he gave in almost every time. He had learned to dance, to eat, to drink, to want, to ache, to love things he shouldn’t. He performed temptations for the sake of an Arrangement with a demon, for laziness, and occasionally for a little bit of fun. He had become soft with meals and love and weakness. There were so many things that he could lay there listing them in his mind for another thousand years of his existence. He should fall so fast and heavy that he would leave a crater where he landed. So why hadn’t he?

His body lay so still on that couch. Part of him wanted to get angry, to rise up to his feet and scream at God. He wanted to curse Her for making him so flawed and not bothering to punish him for it. Failure was soaked into his entire being and She didn’t seem to care. His hand moved slowly to his chest as he sank lower into the cushions. Maybe God wasn’t watching him at all. Maybe she had forgotten him completely. He could have just been skipped over somehow, with all of that paperwork. There were so many angels, something could slip away. A loose file accidentally dropped to the bottom of the drawer beneath the others who stood upright and at attention as they should.

No. She didn’t make mistakes. That was blasphemous thinking, of course. Still, he couldn’t push the idea aside. His hand drifted down to his stomach, and he wished that his touch could burn so he could just punish himself already. Save some work for Her. He knew that he shouldn’t test her like this, but he had to know if anything would happen.

The only thing worse than being punished for failure was feeling like that failure didn’t even matter at all. Sure, the demons had been punished horribly for their wrongdoings, but at least they knew that they still existed in Her eyes.

Lust was one sin that he had always been curious about, but he had never allowed himself to do more than wade in the very edges of that curiosity. He had never purposefully wet himself in it. It had always felt too big, like a twenty-foot wave in the middle of a hurricane, frozen in time and just waiting to come crashing down on him as soon as he let it. It was his own unholy water of self-destruction, kept ready and waiting until he was ready to use it. It didn’t come lovingly prepackaged in a tartan thermos, but it would do the job.

He undid his trousers and pulled them out of the way, bunching around his thighs in an entirely uncivilized manner. Despite the bookshop being empty, he felt horribly exposed and on display. His hand wrapped around his limp cock and he felt that wave finally break around him.

He had been so sure that he would drown in it, but it just felt like heavy rain that had been going on for far too long. It was a dreadfully boring thing, muted and unremarkable. None of it was pleasant. It could have been, but with the way he yanked and tore at himself like he was an old crumbling cork in a cheap bottle of rotten wine, there was no way that he could enjoy it.

“Come on, get on with it already,” he urged himself. It hurt, squeezing too tight and pulling too hard. One of the human form’s most sensitive pleasure centers and he refused to actually let himself enjoy it. This wasn’t for him. It was for Her, to see if She had anything to say about it.

Look at him, Lord, his mind pleaded. Look at him drenched in the sickening sweat of it, panting with the effort, gritting his teeth and swearing such filthy words for it. He felt perfect for Her wrath, for Her to paint his wings obsidian black and throw him down, so far down, past the dirt and the rock and the molten core of the Earth, into sulfur and Hellfire. Look at him, please. After far too long, he finally spilled his sin onto his stomach, dirty and soiled and sticky with it. His hands came up to cover his face, accidentally bringing some of that sin up and smearing his cheek with it. Listen to him, Lord, please, he begged in the deepest parts of himself. He needed to know why he hadn’t fallen yet.

Because you are good enough to know that you should.

His breath faltered and his heart stuttered, then the dull throbbing in his cock continued as he realized that it wasn’t Her voice. It was just his own thoughts pretending to be an answer from his silent God because of how he ached for it. Such a human thing to do. It was almost endearing, how they longed for Her answers. It didn’t feel endearing for him, only painful.

He cleaned himself up with a nearby blanket, denying himself the ease of sending it away with a miracle. He did not deserve such lazy miracles from Her power. He would wipe it off as well as he could, and he would live with the residue of it until he could shower. He would wash the blanket by hand, forcing himself to dwell in it. He would punish himself however he could, since She wouldn’t.

The next day, he would meet with Crowley to discuss the newest act in their Arrangement. The demon would surely recognize the scent of sin on him, like the stench of the smoldering Library of Alexandria. The loss of it. If he could really ever be so important. It was dreadful in comparison to the warm, oddly comforting scent of applewood smoke that came from Crowley.

The wily demon would smirk and sneer and sprawl just a little more on the bench they share, but not because the angel was tumbling down the same steps that he had so gracefully sauntered down. Instead, it would be because he had decided something. He had performed far too many miracles recently, and The Arrangement was getting too sunshine and rainbows for him. They would need to take a break from that sort of thing, before it gets to be even more sickeningly sweet. To recover, he would say.

It would be a lie that singes at the edges of Aziraphale’s awareness, but he would not deny the decision. Instead, he would do his part in their little dance and tell Crowley that he’s gone soft, while inside he would feel just a little lighter. Then he would offer lunch, but what he would really mean is thank you, for letting him be an angel when he needs it most.

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A/N: This story is for anyone who has ever felt wrong for masturbation, thanks to being told time and time again how wrong and sick it is because of religious views. It isn't wrong to make yourself feel good, as long as it is in healthy ways. Don't punish yourself with it and/or for it, please. It's natural, and good for you! Also this is my first time sharing anything a bit explicit so, there you go. Have I officially made it? Lol, thank you for stopping by!

[asiryn]

tagged by @primrose-path-of-dalliance (!!!!!! thanks!!! (lmao, it’s been so long since i’ve been tagged in anything XDD))

Rules: Name your top 10 favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people!

i’m putting this behind a cut, bc i rambled on for quite a while XDD these won’t be in any particular order, and the fandoms will be chosen based off of what i’m currently most into/whichever ones i think of first XD

1. Maleficent [Disney]

okay, i lied a little.....she is clearly my #1 favorite character of all time, so of course she’s first (the rest of the list won’t be in any particular order :P). but....yeah, i love her forever and for all time and eternity, i love her class and elegance, my hunt for all merchandise of her that i can get my hands on is legendary and knows no bounds, she’s my forever girl, etc, etc. if you know only one fact about me, it’s probably that i love maleficent. there’s nothing i can say here that i haven’t probably already said a million times over, so i’ll move on XD

(moana has risen to be a pretty close second, tho)

2. Anthony J. Crowley [Good Omens]

i read the book from a library over a decade ago, and i liked it well enough, but it like....wasn’t an instant new fave that i had to immediately buy for myself (tho it is on a list of books that i wouldn’t mind owning...but maybe it’s finally time, who knows). i’m halfway through the show, and i’ve finally fallen in love with it (i think it finally being a #confirmed love story between our favorite ineffable idiots finally gave it the push it needed XD). it’s still a bit early for me to have a solid, definite fave, but lbr, if i know myself at all, it’s gonna be crowley XD i love this dumb demon (who’s rivaled in his idiocy only by his equally dumb angel husband), i love how he’s so soft even as he tries desperately to convince himself and everyone else that he isn’t, that he loves so many things and humanity and an angel even as he tries to say that he isn’t capable of it, that he never stopped questioning even after it had made him Fall. also, i am so thankful that the fandom has really embraced the potential for the shenanigans of crowley’s snake form.👍

(second place is probably aziraphale, but i also really love anathema too)

3. Namine [Kingdom Hearts]

another one that probably comes as no surprise, if you know me. i love this girl to the ends of the universe. i love the way she reclaimed her agency, her selflessness and determination, her empathy and kindness, how she went from a damsel in distress to pretty much saving everyone, over and over and over again. she deserves only happiness and the best things from now on. and please, for the love of god, give her some new clothes, nomura. >_>

(second fave is roxas, tho really, i love 98% of all the characters in this series ;;;)

4. Aerith Gainsborough [Final Fantasy VII]

my precious sunshine girl 💖 i prefer her in the original game, where she was sweet and optimistic, yes, but she was also sassy and fierce and took shit from no one. i love the girl that decided she wanted to wear a sexy red dress just for the hell of it, and threatened to rip off a mafia don’s balls. i love the girl that was confident and flirty with cloud, but never let any kind of bullshit ‘rivalry’ get in the way of being friends with tifa. i love that she always called cloud out on his bullshit, that she never let tragedy and oppressive shinra forces grind out her optimism, that she never stopped dreaming of a better future. i love that she was exposed to the worst of human nature, and yet still believed that they were worth saving. i love all versions of aerith, obvs, but they’ve definitely smoothed out her edges over the years, and i think that’s a shame. so here’s hoping that she’ll be more like her original self in the remake. 

also, can’t wait to see aerith die again :)))))))

(my second fave tends to flip between cloud and sephiroth)

5. Ling Yao / Greed [Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood]

look. listen. i can’t choose between them, i just can’t. and hey....technically they sort of combine into one entity, so it’s totally fine to count them together, right?? XDD so yeah, it’s really fucking hard to pick a fave out of this cast, bc there’s only like....3 characters?? that i don’t love. but ultimately, it had to be these two. every single second they’re on screen, they totally steal the show, and they have a lot of the best scenes and moments in the series. i love ling, how he seems like a total goofball and comic relief at first, but fairly quickly you come to see just how fucking seriously he takes his duties and responsibilities, how selfless and devoted he is to his people, how he would walk through hellfire for the people he loves. he’s just....he just loves, so fiercely and intensely, that he moves even greed into loving him and the people he cares about without even trying. 

and then there’s greed, who even from the beginning, you can’t help but be charmed by, with his sarcastic slow claps and laidback attitude. but over time, you see that he’s just like ling, really, in that he can’t help but get attached to these humans, that he loves them just as fiercely and intensely, even as he desperately tries to play it off. i love the way his character serves as a means for the story to have a really thought-provoking rumination on the nature of sins and desires, and on humanity (as do all of the other homunculi). i could go on forever about these two, and about the show in general, bc it’s just so deep and incredibly layered and complex, so i’ll stop here. 

(next fave after them is winry)

6. Bucky Barnes [MCU]

it’s hard for me to talk about bucky without just dissolving into endless sobbing, but i’ll try my best. he’s just.....he’s someone who has ended up suffering so fucking much, who has every reason in the world to be angry and bitter and resentful and if this was the villain origin story, you’d probably find it hard to blame him. (also, i refuse to say that bucky was ever a villain, bc he never willingly chose to be with hydra, he’s a victim goddamn it--) and yet....he still chooses to be good. to be kind. he could have chosen to go on an endless revenge tour against hydra, but instead he focuses on his own recovery. and always, always, always, he puts other people first. he chooses to goddamn freeze himself, possibly forever, so that he doesn’t hurt people again. he’s truly an inspiration to me, because even after everything he’s been through, he still doesn’t give up. ......and if you’ll excuse me, i need to resume crying about bucky barnes for the rest of eternity 😭😭😭

(next faves are sam and steve. what can i say, i love my caps XP)

7. Keladry of Mindelan [Tortall]

speaking of inspirations, few (if any) characters inspire me more than kel does. unlike every other tortall protagonist, she has absolutely no magic at all, and she starts her story with more odds stacked against her than any of the others. the system and institution are against her, and most people actively, viciously hate her and want to see her fail, all for being a girl and daring to openly step outside of her gender roles. and yet, kel never gives up, and wins through pure will and determination. more than that, she never stops fighting any oppression that she sees, and is always looking out for the abused and marginalized of society. she is fair and just and righteous, and full of a quiet, immovable strength that i, frankly, envy. she’s a fucking mountain; you haven’t a hope of ever tearing her down. 

(other faves....george, raoul, and dom. it’s really fucking hard to choose between them, i can’t even)

8. Oree Shoth [Inheritance trilogy, by N. K. Jemison]

oree is pretty much single-handedly responsible for me loving this trilogy, and is the reason why The Broken Kingdoms (the second book, of which she is the protagonist) is in my top 3 favorite books of all time. she is....just so fucking radiant. she’s a blind artist, and is flung so far out of her depth in the story, and yet she holds her own. in this world of gods, she brings this incredibly human element, and is celebrated because of her humanity. she’s angry and flawed, but also full of love, compassion, kindness, and mercy. she teaches gods the meaning of forgiveness. she takes shit from no one. just....do yourself a favor, and read this series, even if it’s only so that you can read this book. 

(second fave....it’s probably shiny, lbr XD)

9. Sirius Black [Harry Potter]

ahhh, a classic fave. but yeah, i still love him, even after all these years. yes, he’s incredibly flawed, but at his core, he’s just so loyal, and he loves so fiercely, and he tries his absolute best to be there for harry, that i can’t help but love him. also, i have a Thing, for characters who suffer so tremendously, but who don’t give up, and still try their best to be good people anyway. also, wolfstar was the foundation of a very formative part of my life, and put me onto the road of accepting my queer identity, so i’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for the characters who were a part of that. 🤷‍♀️

(other faves are luna and harry, always)

10. Gladion [Pokemon]

mostly his anime incarnation, tho i do like him in the games as well. i love this soft goth boy with all of my heart. he’s so gentle and kind and loving, and i can’t even with him. 

(other faves are lillie, n, zoey, and kukui)

if you guys want to do it, i’ll tag... @dabiden, @green-piggy, @seasbelow, @theroyalweekend, @toomanyfeelings5, @ashetrashe, @neddea.....i can’t think of anyone else, and i’m running out of steam, so if you want to do it, then consider yourself tagged! :)

[internetkatze]

QU's Fanfic Masterpost

Organized Alphabetically by Fandom, and then Alphabetically by Title (excepting stories as part of a series)

"Summary" is the summary listed on AO3, "Notes" is just my comments on what this fic is about besides the summary.

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~DOCTOR WHO~

Ash and Bone [Tumblr] [AO3] Gen | G | 118 words

Summary: The Doctor keeps returning to Gallifrey, even though there's nothing left to find there. Notes: A poem about the complicated feelings of mourning something that hurt you. And I wrote this before the s12 finale

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Fracture [AO3] [Podfic] Thirteenth Doctor???Dhawan!Master | T | 1472 words

Summary: All the pieces are in place. Everything is set. All that's left is to spring the trap. The moment comes. And he doesn't. (Canon divergence where the Master joins the Doctor as a companion, without revealing his true identity.) Notes: Original AU idea by @wyvernquill​, I just took it and ran. Ambiguously defined relationship that’s basically the Master having emotional attachment issues, but then again, when doesn’t he?

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What Do You Want to Hear? [AO3] Thirteenth Doctor & Graham O'Brien | G | 1007 words

Summary:  Graham approaches the Doctor again, about their unfinished conversation. She's still no good at saying anything reassuring—but maybe, this time, this is the comfort he needs. Notes: CW: discussions of cancer and mortality; medical imagery. Written from my POV as a cancer survivor. Additional commentary about this fic can be found here.

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Bonus: untitled poem that’s secretly a thoschei poem

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~GOOD OMENS~

About Face [AO3] Aziraphale/Crowley | G | 2280 words

Summary: As they put Agnes Nutter’s final prophecy into action, Crowley and Aziraphale discover there is yet a new perspective to be gained about their relationship, 6000 years on. Notes: A night-at-crowley's-flat-bodyswap-fic; quiet, introspective, sort-of-sad fluff about asexual intimacy and learning to see the parts of yourself that your significant other loves the most. Featuring hair petting, cuddling while bodyswapped, and 16th century Portuguese poetry.

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Adventures In Attempting To Purchase A Book From That Weird Old Soho Bookshop, A. Z. Fell & Co. [AO3] [FF.net (yes really)] [Podfic] Gen | G | 1348 words

Summary: A rare book collector posting on a niche internet forum is dismayed to discover the last missing book is only available at the best worst bookshop in London. Notes: Comedy told in epistolary format through forum posts, featuring a bunch of OCs arguing about how A. Z. Fell & Co. sucks (or does it?)

**has a couple of derivative fics, not written by me: [X] [X] 

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An Urgent Request [AO3] Aziraphale/Crowley | G | 628 words

Summary: Aziraphale’s longing gets the better of him, but hey, it’s not like anyone’s watching, right? Written for Book Omens Week. Notes: A first-kiss fic in which Aziraphale is basically like I Need To Kiss Crowley Right Now Immediately and some hilarious deep awkwardness ensues. 

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Aziraphale Gets A Smartphone [AO3] Aziraphale/Crowley | G | 5239 words [work in progress]

Summary: ....Exactly what it says on the tin. Or: In which Crowley gives Aziraphale a smartphone, and rather than leaving it to gather dust in a corner, he actually puts it to use. Notes: A comedy fic that’s like 50% learning how to feel comfortable in a relationship after repressing feelings for so long, and 50% me dunking on myself for being technologically inept. WIP I DO PLAN ON FINISHING i’m just slow as heck. OCs from “Adventures In Attempting to Purchase a Book...” make a cameo in chapter 3. 

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Freefall [Tumblr] [AO3] Gen | G | 157 words

Summary: Try to picture, if you will, a freefall. (A short poem on the subject of Falling.)

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Hard Landing [Tumblr] [AO3] Aziraphale/Crowley | G | 1034 words

Summary: Aziraphale has fallen. In love, that is. An introspective ficlet following his thoughts one certain night in 1941. Notes: Post-realizing his feelings for Crowley, Aziraphale has a BIG PANIC coming to terms for what this means as an angel being in love with a demon. 

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Heaven's Over Us [AO3] Aziraphale/Crowley | G | 1779 words

Summary: After spending millennia on Earth, Crowley and Aziraphale believe they've experienced everything that humanity has to offer, except for one thing: mortality. They don't know how wrong they are. Notes: Inspired by Wings of Desire, a story about how being mortal is a good thing. Kinda fluffy, kinda melancholy, kinda existential, it’s very QU-core. 

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Identity, Ineffability, And Other Things We Don't Understand [Tumblr] [AO3] Aziraphale???Crowley | G | 280 words

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale have a conversation about their relationship. Note: Dialogue-only writing exercise. Aziraphale and Crowley talk about feelings that are hard to define. 

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~SHERLOCK~

The Question of Who [AO3] [FF.net] Gen | G | 735 words

Summary: Sherlock reveals to John one of the reasons behind his acute observation: prosopagnosia, the inability to distinguish people by their faces. Notes: Yes I absolutely wrote this just to project my own faceblindness. This is an older fic but I still like it.