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Names had a peculiar sort of power. Naming something formed its nature, in a way. There had been no angel of the eastern gate before the Almighty spoke the name “Aziraphale;” a fallen angel had not become a creeping serpent until he heard the name “Crawly.”
But nature also informed the connotations of a name. The thousands of cheated merchants, scandalized priests and scathingly-reviewed poets who had uttered the name “Crowley!” in anger throughout the years had given the name its dark and bitter taste.
Anthonys, however, remained relentlessly ordinary. Anthonys were greengrocers, maths teachers, nervous and lovestruck young men who wore glasses and could hardly speak to the objects of their affections.
If “Crowley” was ninety percent pure cacao, “Anthony” was at best milk chocolate.
Bookmarked by batbeech
30 Jun 2026
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“Oh, honestly,” Aziraphale sniffed, “you haven’t any sense of romance at all, you know that?”
That stung. He couldn’t know that it did, but it hurt all the same, a little stab of bitter irony straight to the heart.
“I’m not meant to,” he said flatly, and continued to trail after Aziraphale out into the London night.
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Aziraphale’s mouth burned. But not like hellfire burned, cruel and destructive, sizzling a hole through whatever it touched. This was that same terrible charge of ethereal electricity, conducted in the very fluid of Aziraphale’s being. Something that had seemed so outside of him, something of heaven, something that wasn’t part of the Aziraphale who had lived six thousand years here with Crowley on Earth, careful and petty and kind. And yet here heaven had been, all this time, just past his lips.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
19 Jun 2026
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“O Lord, see you here this angel of heaven that thou hast wrought, and see how he bows his head before the enemy, and taketh communion, in defiance of your Word; see how he comes to my bed when I call, and forgets his good duty— ”
“Stop,” said Aziraphale, sounding surprised, embarrassed, significantly more embarrassed than Crowley thought either of them were expecting, and Crowley paused with his mouth half-open. There were points of colour in Aziraphale’s cheeks, and Crowley thought, oh, Lord, let’s… think about that later. “Shh, don’t. Someone could hear.”
Crowley swallowed. “Hope they do,” he said. And then, to the flat, grey ceiling, “Hope you’re listening. D’you see what you’ve lost? Well, too late. Chose me, didn’t he? He’s mine now.”
He heard Aziraphale’s breath slide out in a little rush, and then felt Aziraphale’s hand touch his again. Crowley looked round as Aziraphale lifted his hand from the bed, turned the palm upward, and then pressed a careful, prickling kiss to its centre.
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I'll be your mirror; reflect what you are, in case you don't know.
Crowley drummed his fingers briefly against his mug, and then sat back a little in his chair. He gave Aziraphale a long, appraising glance, and then seemed to come to some decision. “Listen, angel,” he said, “let me pitch you something.”
Lulled by the familiar patter of Crowley’s voice as he was, Aziraphale still recognised this to be vaguely dangerous territory. He swallowed. “Go on,” he said.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
12 Jun 2026
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Oh my god? 6000 years of pining while fucking. Aziraphale is written so, so well.
"If Crowley was not a vessel made for love— something that would only slide off him, could find no purchase in his soul— then he could, at least, have pleasure. This was something Aziraphale could pour into him, something that he seemed designed to experience, his eyes alight with it at the slightest touch, and Aziraphale thought that must be better than nothing." *screams*
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The door gave way with a crack, and several large, armed men stepped into the room. They stared at Aziraphale for a long moment. A few glanced at each other, and one muttered something. The closest one drew his sword.
And then a familiar voice said, “Aziraphale?”
Aziraphale is a monk at Lindisfarne. Crowley is a Viking.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
10 Jun 2026
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Hot springs. Preening. Resigned and hopeful at the same time. Perhaps my fav Aziraphale ever written.
“Better not say that again.” Crowley jerked his chin up. “You’ve got to be careful, angel.”
Aziraphale nodded, watching Crowley go down the stairs and say something to the girl. He knew without being told how this would go. Crowley didn’t want to say goodbye, so Aziraphale would remain here until he left. Then he would take the girl and his books and go down to the shore, and convince a ship to take them back to Britain, where he would pick up a new life. As clean and simple as plucking a blood feather before it caused you to bleed to death.
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Crowley pinched the bridge of his nose and squeezed his eyes shut. He stayed like that for a good minute before huffing out a breath. “We’ve been living together for six months,” he finally said.
“Yes,” Aziraphale agreed cautiously.
“I honestly thought you weren’t interested.”
“I thought you weren’t!”
“My God,” said Crowley in a tone of absolute disgust, “we are so fucking stupid, aren’t we?”
Aziraphale wisely kept his mouth shut.
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- Part 1 of These Are the Days of Our Lives
Bookmarked by batbeech
10 Jun 2026
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This author understands them wholly and completely. Both of them are so in character, and the lack of top/bottom dichotomy is refreshing
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Adora worries She-Ra might be 'too much' for Catra in bed. Catra comes up with a plan to prove her wrong.
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- Part 2 of Worthy
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Bookmarked by batbeech
05 Mar 2026
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The part of her that’s still Adora is mildly terrified. Here she is, losing control. Doing exactly what she’s tried so hard to avoid. But it feels so fucking good.
Catra’s teeth tug at her ear between urgent, filthy words. “Fuck yes, Adora. Take me harder. Fucking ruin me.”
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They stay that way for a long time, Catra’s face tucked into Adora’s shoulder, Adora gently cradling Catra’s head. Adora is careful not to hug Catra too hard or make her feel restrained, anticipating the moment that Catra will start to pull away — but Catra doesn’t. She hangs on so tightly it hurts, her claws digging through Adora’s jacket and into her back, latching into her like she did when she was a kitten and didn’t know how much her claws could hurt. Adora tries not to wince, tries not to move a single muscle, worried that if she does the spell will break and Catra will struggle away, appalled at having shown weakness.
But Catra doesn’t let go. And so neither does Adora.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
04 Mar 2026
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Lovely hurt comfort fic that's suspiciously in character ;)
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Now, though, Adora was on top of her, and her chest heaved in a way that was decidedly not sleepy. She pleaded with Catra with her eyes, then her words, “Please, I just-” before cutting off, not knowing what to even ask for.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
23 Feb 2026
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Catra knowing how hard to bite from a childhood of teething on Adora's ankles and sheets:') I love these hopeless lesbians
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Travis goes out to celebrate the 50th anniversary of his first time with Angel Dust, only to find out that he may no longer be Angel's number one fan.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
15 Feb 2026
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so creative and hilarious and also deeply sad in a way that makes you feel bad for the worst kind of guy
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neither a gift nor a promise by NaroMoreau for Almost_Owl
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
03 Jul 2026
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When Angel comes back, disjointed and odd at times, Husk finds himself slowly helping him steer his thoughts. And maybe that implies coaxing him to eat, sleep, shower... It's not as if they're having sex.
It ain't a sex thing.
It ain't a love thing.
Bookmarked by batbeech
14 Feb 2026
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"The question is a bullet. Husk catches it with his teeth. Tastes the gunpowder, the copper cold. The blood it could spill."
Every fic Naro writes is So Them but this one in particular makes me bite my first and try not to scream -
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"You look at him like you looked at me."
When Angel Dust and Husker begin to entertain their feelings for each other, Valentino tries everything he can to sabotage it. When all else fails, he turns to the one thing Angel can never trust: his own heart.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
30 Sep 2025
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This is a work of art and I can't believe I got to read it for free. The character study- oh my god?? "He did wonder, sometimes, what it was like. If Angel was a star, then he was the blackness behind him. More important than the star itself, the only thing that shows off its shine" fucking twisted. Ugh can't wait for part 4
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The Unrecorded Hours by hollycomb
Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types, The Hunger Games (Movies)
18 Jan 2013
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Katniss and Peeta in the weeks and months after the war.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
19 Mar 2025
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Fav of all time fic. THE katniss and peeta hurt comfort <3
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let every kiss hit the body by NaroMoreau
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Web Series), Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon)
07 Feb 2024
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Love is terrifying, and Angel's falling again, has fallen already, and if Husk isn't in the same tune, if Angel’s reading it all wrong, it might kill him.
He needs to pump the breaks now and save himself the heartache.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
15 Jan 2025
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It's worse than being spat on. It's familiar, almost fond, his mouth melting out of that tight set for a moment.
Corralled back into his own game, Angel tenses. His spine stiffens and he laughs, half-manic, cheeks warming quickly. “What's wrong with me? Nothing’s wrong with me. I'm good. Can't a guy just go out for drinks or what? Is there a fucking curfew in this place I didn't know about?”
Angel knows his voice has skidded up to a high-pitched noise. He knows that he's risking being read to the last dot and comma, and the spaces in between his own sentences. So, he grins, cocks a hip to add an insouciant gleam to his quickly breaking facade. This time, he won't lose it falling back on his ass, yelling like an idiot, demanding to be noticed.
YES
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If anyone treats you like ass, I'll have them shot by Ghostsandyoumightdie
Fandoms: Hazbin Hotel (Cartoon), Helluva Boss (Web Series)
12 Feb 2024
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Based on the Overlord Husk AU by @celestialalpacaron (Tumblr)
Crimson pinched his brow, rubbed his hands over his eyes, and dragged his palms down his cheeks along with his eyelids. “You fucking… Do you have any idea who this is?”
“Husk’s… wife?” one of the sharks guessed. Crimson shot him point-blank in the face.
“No, you idiots,” said the imp as he pocketed the gun. “Worse. That’s his host. Angel-fucking-Dust.”
Bookmarked by batbeech
18 Dec 2024
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Once he was three crates high, Angel leaned back, graceful with one leg extended, and plunged backwards off the side. He landed hard on the chair and shattered it instantly, grunting with pain but otherwise unbothered. He slipped easily out of his bindings after that.
“You have extra arms?” yelled Crimson.
“And extra eyes, asshole,” said Angel, taking off the blindfold. The spots on his cheeks blinked in unison, then closed again. “Greed sharks are real dummies, aren’t they?”
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“What do you need?” Husk asks again, hand in Angel’s hair, always in Angel’s hair.
Angel needs to feel something that’s his and only his. He needs to know there’s a part of him Valentino can't touch. He needs a lie.
“Put me on my knees.”
Husk doesn’t even flinch. “You know I’m not gonna do that, baby.”
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Angel and Husk get as close as they can without breaking each other.Series
- Part 2 of Pornstar Martini
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Crowley folded his newspaper and accepted, with grim resignation, that he would have to try and save the world. It wasn’t that he particularly wanted to do it again; the first time had been bad enough and he’d needed an eleven-year-old to do the hard bit. He didn’t feel any kind of great love towards all living things at the moment, or have any heroic feelings. He simply knew that nobody else would do it.
And Aziraphale, who had stumbled his way into the centre of it all, would be trying desperately not to let it happen and failing, because Heaven wouldn’t let him succeed. One more time, and he resolved that it would be the very last time, Crowley would have to fix things for him.
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Crowley goes on a road trip across America to delay the Second Coming. Aziraphale tries to teach angels about humanity. In between, they talk.Bookmarked by batbeech
30 Oct 2023
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THE S2 fix it fic. So fucking good, if we never get S3 at least I'll always have this fic to come back to
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Aziraphale is trapped in a time loop, reliving the days since Gabriel arrived.
What he has to fix? It's a mystery
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Saving Face by FeralTuxedo for comicgeekery
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
20 Jul 2023
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Bookseller Aziraphale has never had much of a green thumb, but when radio host A.J. Crowley's new book about houseplants arrives at the shop, he makes an effort to sell as many copies as possible.
His job is on the line, after all. And a mysterious redheaded customer with a penchant for vandalism isn’t helping.- Language:
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Bookmarked by batbeech
14 Aug 2023
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Crowley is an author, Aziraphale works at the bookshop, autism ensues
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In the Weeds by snae_b
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
02 Dec 2021
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Dinner service is a disaster. Aziraphale and Crowley have it out after hours.
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Bookmarked by batbeech
10 Aug 2023
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"The staff is going to mutiny when they find out we're doing more than just fucking after hours."
Aziraphale’s frown returns. He glances around the empty kitchen. "I'm going to table that for later..."
"Second thing you've tabled tonight…"
"I'm about to rescind my invitation." His hands fall from Crowley’s waist and Crowley wiggles closer with a laugh.