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Fandom: Good Omens (TV Show)

Type: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Triggers: N/A

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"Crowley I'm not really quite certain why exactly you want me to do this." Aziraphale asked, confused as he took off hid jacket, leaving him in his waist coat and shirt. The whole idea of 'self-defence' seems rather pointless to an angel who had the power to stop anyone with the click of his fingers, but he entertained the idea if it put Crowley at ease.

Speaking of, Crowley was rolling up his sleeves, trying to make himself seem like some fighter-type which the demon was not, no matter how hard he tried to seem. "Well, after the whole Armageddon thing not happening I wouldn't be surprised if the higher powers decided to cut-off our supply to miracles."

That argument was almost somewhat understandable but Aziraphale couldn't help but believe that angels would never be so cruel to him. After all, he was still an angel and therefore his miracles were very much a part of his given power. However, if it would put his mind at ease and then perhaps even be useful when blending in as a human later then he would oblige.

Unbuttoning his sleeves, Aziraphale neatly folded up his sleeves and then used some sleeve-holders to keep them in place. "Right, so what exactly should I do?" He asked, standing completely calm, hands on his stomach and a smile on his face.

Could he be any less defended? "Well, for a start lets get your hands up." Crowley reached over and lifted his hands. "Protect your face. I know. I know." He said before Aziraphale could argue against the point of it. "Now, I want you to punch me."

"Oh, I won't do that Crowley." Aziraphale said quickly lowering his hands. That was very much against his ideals and he wouldn't dare. "I could hurt you." He insisted as he stepped back. "I knew this was a rather silly idea." He continued as he started to undo his sleeves to get them back to a more reasonable length.

"Come on Angel. I asked you to punch me. If you don't do it then surely that's the more immoral thing?" Crowley tried to argue. "Besides, it's not going to do any real damage is it?" He continued, trying to avoid sounding like he was begging to get hit as he didn't want to make it seem like he was looking out for something harmful. Not that that would be at all odd for a demon, just for this one in particular.

The hesitation Aziraphale was trying to preserve was being pushed away as he was always going to be weak to Crowley's requests. It was only natural after having known someone for so long. "If you're certain? I don't want to do it if you're not completely sure of it." He asked once more, rubbing his hands nervously to try and warm them. As he assumed a cold punch would be worse than a warm one.

"Yes. 100% sure, now come on." Crowley insisted with his arms open, body ready.

Without much more conversation to be had, Aziraphale nodded and then planted a very firm punch on Crowley's left cheek which sent him stumbling back into a bookshelf with a great puff of air as it was forced from his lungs. Watching the bookshelf wobble Aziraphale thought he might have perhaps gone a bit too firm as he rushed to try and stop the books from being damaged.

Crowley slid onto the floor and rubbed his red cheek with a look of shock and almost fear on his face. He hadn't realised quite how strong Aziraphale was. "I did ask you if you were certain." Aziraphale confirmed as he kneeled beside him and took a look at his red face. Taking his chin with a finger he looked rather concerned about the damage. "Let me get you some ice for that, and some cocoa to make you feel better."

"I'm fine -"

"No, no. No 'buts'." The angel insisted as he went off to get the supplies he needed.

"I didn't even say 'but'." Crowley meekly protested as he sat on the floor, not certain if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Regardless, he knew this evening was certainly going against the plans he had made.

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Fandom: Tanz Der Vampire

Type: Angst

Rating: (N)SFW, +18 Advised

Triggers: Mild sexual content

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Fandom: Good Omens (TV Show)

Type: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Triggers: N/A

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Aziraphale hadn't been too worried about himself or his home regarding the bombs falling in London. He hadn't really minded them all too much and simply cozied himself up with a good book in the corner of his shop. He had build himself a small shelter inside the shop, just out of the way, enough to protect him if the bombs fell on him. They never would of course, but it always helped to be extra safe in this kind of thing.

The book he was reading was one of those translations of the classical Greek poems. Of course he had been around when they were originally 'written' and had no problem reading them in Greek, but it was rather entertaining to see how people took those old words and hymns and put them into different words. There was always something to be gained from reading something more than once.

Human's were rather very good at stories. Just as he was engrossed in the tale he heard the small jingle of someone entering the bookshop. Now, this was rather strange given the very loud siren that was sounding. Still, Aziraphale stood and thought it best to invite them inside into safety until the bombing was over. "I'm afraid we are closed, but if you're looking for shelter from the bombing, you're more than welcome into my bunker." He said cheerily.

"No need Angel." Said the demon standing in the archway. Crowley looked at him over the top of his glasses. Standing as stoic as he always did, hands in his pockets as he just waited, almost politely if a demon was capable of such things.

"Oh Crowley!" Aziraphale chirped, quickly clearing his throat as he was sure that he had been a bit too enthusiastic about his appearance. "Do come in. Do you want some tea? I could brew some. I've just been reading to wait out the bombs. What were you even doing out there?" He asked, jumping around from thought to thought as Crowley seemed to create an inherent fluster when he was suddenly around.

Seeing how Aziraphale was always like this, even when he had just walked in from the bombed streets was almost endearing. Crowley enjoyed the warmth in here, needing the extra heat. "Thanks." He said, walking in, "Why do you even need a bunker anyway?" He asked, picking up some of the book, just looking at them to see which one Aziraphale would enjoy seeing him read - or pretend to read in his case. His eyes weren't the best after all.

"Well, it's for them." He said gesturing to the street. "It makes them feel safer. And if it goes off when people are in here or around I like to have somewhere that they feel safe." He said proudly, walking back to his little conner to continue with his book, or perhaps the conversation if he wanted to.

Crowley followed, just watching and almost enjoying how Aziraphale looked so content, even if he was slightly blushing. It was probably a result of the warmth in the room though. Once they were both sat, Aziraphale looked at him as if to ask something. "Don't mind me. Just get along with your book." He said, waving his hand about to prove the point.

Perhaps this wasn't conventionally how they interacted but he was more than happy just to spend the time with his Angel, just letting life go on around them while they enjoyed a small moment together. Crowley spent a long while just watching Aziraphale read, enjoying the way he furrowed his brow when there was something he didn't quite like. Seeing how on occasion his lips would move to sound out a word he was trying to process. But of course he quickly diverted his gaze to his own book when the other looked up.

It wasn't like Aziraphale wasn't doing a similar thing. Looking up when he could, trying not to be suspicious and convincing himself every glance was merely to check the other was alright, or to sip his tea or check the door. Anything other than admitting he was appreciating how the other's eyes glowed in the darkness, his hair sat and was just the right colour of red and matched his inner beauty so well.

They were so certain the other wouldn't enjoy the attention of them, and how wrong they were. And yet, it seemed better this way. Better that they were sitting together like this in this calm together rather than It wouldn't always be as peaceful as a wartime blackout, so they certainly had to make the most of it.

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Fandom: Arcane (Netflix)

Type: Hurt/comfort

Rating: SFW

Triggers: N/A

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Vi sat up in bed, the soft blue light covering the walls. Cleaned and pristine even in the darkness of night. Something about the quiet of it all stirred her stomach. It made her cautious, as such silence was never really found in the undercity. There was always someone outside talking or laughing. Someone was always bound to be yelling or fighting in the streets. But being so high up there was nothing. Not even the sound of breathing next to her.

Cait must have still been at work; Vi was a little too focused on watching the curtains blow to really think too hard about it. Her head wasn't in the right place, but she didn't fight where her thoughts went. Diving into the war, what might come next? Those soft flashes of fire or blood flicking into her eyes. Her muscles started to buzz with anticipation for another strike to be made out of the wind around her.

But there was nothing. No strike. No scream. Nothing but the wind and the rustling of the curtains. Vi ruffled her hair. Clean, washed and cut. What had she become? Was she really what was left of her life? This well-groomed trophy wife?

The door clicked and then swung open. Without conscious thought Vi flinched back, hands ready to strike.

"Hey, what are you doing up? I told you not to wait for me." Cait said, knowing Vi wasn't seriously about to hit her, even if her instincts were trying to demand it from her. Sitting down at her desk, Cait started to undo her boots, wanting to get comfortable and climb into bed as soon as she could.

Vi sighed, rubbing her eyes again, exhausted, but she wasn't about to take it out on Cait. "Just couldn't sleep." There was a long moment where they didn't say anything to each other. Cait was just slowly undressing so she could sleep, and Vi was silently watching her. Not in a seductive or even critical way, simply observing and waiting patiently. "How was work?" She asked, not really caring in that moment, too exhausted to stop the routine question from breaking the silence.

Cait scoffed, rolling her eyes, but she wasn't angry. Her walk to the bed was calm and heavy but not weak. "Neither of us care. Just come here; I'm exhausted, and I just want to sleep." She said, sitting in Vi's lap, ruffling her hair and playing with some of the strands.

"Thank fuck." Vi sighed, leaning into the touch and then collapsing onto the bed, Cait still in her lap as she too started to play with the other's hair. The wind whistled through the room again. Their breathing started to slowly meld together.

They didn't fall asleep for a long while after that, the evening blurring into the early afternoon as falling unconscious didn't register in their minds. All that they did know was that it was peaceful. It was safe. They were safe for another night together. In their tired embrace, passing no words between them, they hadn't felt this close with anyone else before. Not that it was a high bar. Nevertheless, it was right where they wanted to be.

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Fandom: Hadestown (The Musical)

Type: Hurt/comfort, light angst

Rating: SFW

Triggers: Loneliness, isolation

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Persephone wasn't in the mood to be dealing with her husband as of late. It was expected given how little of the God she actually managed to see these days. But today hadn't been a very good day as she was being left alone for most of it. He wasn't there when she woke up, probably in his office already, and she hadn't felt so cold in years as she had in that bed this morning.

That didn't last long as the blistering heat form the factories started to funnel into their bedroom soon enough. She just didn't understand him. He wanted her here so much and yet when she was here, she hardly got to see him at all. It didn't make sense. Certainly they had had some very passionate night, their intimate moments and romantic evenings, but it was far less than she would have expected from a man who literally went from hell and back when he missed her.

The whole thing was just rather unfair, as she sat at their long dining table alone. Usually Hades would have sat himself down upon the other end of the table, maybe meters away, the other end of the room. They never spoke. They would always have different meals. but of course this chair was empty today, so Persephone was looking at the blank wall, servants refilling her wine every time she took a sip.

In all fairness he tried with the food. Trying to offer things of springtime but of course they were all twisted, no life left in them, only husks of the sweet things they once were. And eating alone just made everything taste even more dull.

Finally retiring to bed, Persephone washed her face and got changed into some comfortable robes, expecting to be alone tonight like she had been the whole day. But from behind her, like a shadow creeping under a doorway, her husband apparated. His hands slid around her midriff, feeling the curves of her well-feed living figure. She had all the signs of life, plush skin, warmth, tender muscles and soft fat. It was almost like he was thinking of her more like a pig for slaughter.

"Where have you been?" She snapped, pushing his hands back, not wanting such a touch. "I've been alone all day. You complain about being alone but you're the one choosing to be alone. What's the difference in me being up there to you ignoring me now? You're insufferable." Persephone walked towards the door.

Hades had been in a rather good mood, now soured by her words. "No." A firm instruction but even that didn't seem to work on her tonight. "Lover." Still she reached for the door handle. "I'll make it up to you." A vague and empty promise that he would no doubt break. "Persephone, I'm... Here." He said, letting some vulnerability into his voice and that was what made her pause.

Hades wasn't the kind of man to apologise, and this was his way of doing so without having to say the words. He was here. Persephone looked him up and down, judging if he was being genuine. With a small nod she decided that was the case. "You can sleep in your office tonight. Breakfast tomorrow in here or I'm heading back up." She threatened, which was a genuine threat on her part.

"I'll wait this time." He promised, trying his best to be soft with her. It wasn't natural for a man of rigor mortis. But he bowed his head to her. As he passed the door she offered him her hand. Seeing this as the good faith being put towards him, he took it, kissing her knuckles with his cold lips. Slowly, giving that intention of staying through a few moments of contact.

With that simple moment they parted. Hades didn't need to sleep so he would work through the night. Persephone liked the comfort of rest and took up the whole of the bed while she had the room. There was always hope for them, and sometimes that was a great thing to have, and other times it was their greatest downfall.

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Fandom: Tanz Der Vampire

Type: Fluff, angst, just very silly

Rating: SFW

Triggers: N/A

Happy pride month to all!! I hope you enjoy this little gay fic as a treat :)

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Fandom: Jesus Christ Superstar (Historically accurate/productionless - Helate Original Lore)

Type: Fluff

Rating: SFW

Triggers: N/A

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Caiaphas was just pulling off his robes, his back stretching out as he was completely bare-chested for a while, basking in the moonglow and candlelight. It was comforting, and so he closed his eyes, letting his mind be with God for a moment. Letting his thoughts leave him as he prayed to God, thanking It for the day and all the pleasure of this world. Unbeknownst to him, Annas has managed to sneak in, having mastered the ability to enter the room without making much of any noise. And so he was watching Caiaphas from behind. He was reasonably muscular, but he didn't often do any physical activity, so he assumed it must have been something passed down to him. That shape of his shoulders. He wanted to dig his nails into that skin harder than anything. It was so tempting.

As Caiaphas was so at peace, of course he pounced on him, wrapping his arms around his waist and pulling him back towards the bed, desperate to feel him close and wanting to kiss that perfect skin of his. It was just glowing, and he couldn't help himself. Caiaphas had to stifle a slight yelp in surprise at the sudden attack from behind, and he did smack Annas in the face because he was so surprised by the whole thing that he couldn't stop the reflex before he recognised who it was holding him. Annas winced back and fell onto the bed in an almost comical fashion. But he pouted and looked up at Caiaphas with puppy-dog eyes. Really was just a little upset about not getting to hug him. It was all he wanted to do right now, and he felt bad about scaring him. "That hurt." He said, still with his pout, his voice a whisper, as they could never speak louder for fear of being overheard.

Rolling his eyes, Caiaphas straightened himself out. "You ought not to sneak up on me like that," he chided, in that same low whisper that Annas had spoken in. But he didn't really mean much by it. "You know that could have gone a lot worse for you. I could have screamed, and then the guards would have gotten called." He said, now more obviously teasing him before he crawled onto the bed. "You'd have been taken away and locked up before getting stoned to death. That, or you could try your chances at escaping and fleeing to Rome." He said, almost flirtatiously, which certainly didn't match his words, but Annas seemed to be into it, laughing at his approach...

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Fandom: Tanz Der Vampire

Type: silly little thing I don't know how to class, a little fluffy

Rating: (N)SFW

Triggers: Mild sexual innuendo, drunk characters

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