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Good Omens: Hastur, Ligur, misc characters (mentioned) Single chapter; 4,328 words. ~ Hastur liked fire. It had a certain look about it that he liked to watch, the color and the movement and the coiling of the smoke. If he was feeling sentimental, which was rare, he'd call it beautiful. Most of the time, he called it fun. Destructive. Exciting. Funny, sometimes, especially when humans were around to see something of theirs burning and did all that business of running around yelling about it. He liked Ligur, as much as he could like any fellow demon. Ligur was competent at the temptations he performed and had a similar kind of eye for the artistry of a long con that Hastur could appreciate. He was... cunning. Ruthless. Vicious. A right proper menace. Excellent lurker. Knew how to bide his time and plot and scheme with the best of them. He could respect Ligur for what he was: an evil bastard who he didn't hate being around. When he was feeling sentimental, which was rare, he would think of him as beautiful, too. ~ Warning: canon-typical cruelty/Hell grossness, temporary main character death, canon minor character deaths, descriptions of Falling, (brief!) mention of animal abuse, various mentioned violences/torture methods, smoking (cigarettes)

Good Omens: Crow/Anthony (Crowley), Azra (Aziraphale), Serafina (a horse), Michael (OC?), Gabriel, Hastur, Belz (Beelzebub), Ligur, Dagon, Tracy, Anathema, misc characters 31 chapters; 216,546 words. ~ The Kingdoms of Empyrion and the Sorcerers of Apollyon have hated each other for hundreds of years, ever since the Great War. They do not interact, other than to occasionally try to kill one another. And they certainly do not make friends.Crow is an exhausted sorcerer who just wants everyone to leave him the hell alone: for the Sorcerer’s Council to stop harassing him to live up to his potential, and for wannabe Empyrion Heroes to stop attacking his tower to try and kill him. Until one day when he meets Prince Azra of the High Fells, who doesn’t behave anything like he’s supposed to… ~ Warning: illustrated, sex, food, (sometimes excessive) alcohol, frequent violence/murder, blood/injuries/unconsciousness/serious head wounds, fire, abduction, past! parent death, possible trichotillania trigger, minor character death, various excrements/bodily functions, disgusting/horrible hypotheticals, unsanitary/unsafe settings/pests, abusive family, mentioned decapitation/animal cruelty/insect death, some body/size thoughts/shaming, ableist language, discussion of age differences/arranged marriages/(hypothetical) incest, pressure to have kids, (indirect) ass-to-mouth, plant threatening ~ Podfic Available - SkyAsimaru

Voltron: Lance, Shiro, Coran, Allura, Melenor, misc characters Single chapter; 4,636 words. ~ Coran wrapped him in a hug. “My boy, you are blessed!” “This,” Lance scowled, “does not feel like a blessing.” “Oh, but it is. You must understand, it is a gift from the ancient ones. These petals signify a powerful heart bond.” ~ Warning: choking/lung problems, bodily injury, suicidal ideation

Good Omens: Crowley, Warlock, Aziraphale Single chapter: 2,713 words. ~ “Az… Aziraphale?” “Mhm. And the other one?” “Crowley." She made him promise to remember those names. That if he was ever scared, or hurt, or in danger, he would pray to them to come and help. Three years after armegeddon't, Crowley and Aziraphale have left Warlock to have a normal life. But being the son of a diplomat puts a target on his back, and that hasn't changed just because Nanny and Brother Francis aren't around anymore. ~ Warning: kidnapping, (brief!) claustrophobia, bodily injury (broken bones), ~ Warlock’s POV

Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale Single chapter; 5,628 words. ~ The 1300s are garbage. Crowley would prefer to just speed ahead to what inevitably comes next after all this plague-ery (not his idea) and Hundred Years’ War-ing (only a bit his idea), but, as a certain angel likes to say, one can’t just skip all the ineffable steps to get there. So he’ll wait. And stew. And grouse a lot. Heaven, it really is hellish here on the ground sometimes. ~ Warning: food/alcohol mentions, wartime/battle, water, minor character death, (temporary) main character death, plague mentions,

Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley, Bee (Beelzebub), Anathema, Newt, Hastur, Ligur, Gabriel, misc characters 25 chapters; 102,762 words. ~ Aziraphale's car breaks down so he takes it to the first mechanic he can find. From there, his mundane life changes drastically as he finds himself befriending the man fixing his car. ~ Warning: nsfw, food, alcohol, past drug use and recovery, past abusive relationships, some slurs, (brief!) insect/arachnids mention, minor bodily injury, (brief!) mentions of tongue skin and eye trauma, food poisoning/getting sick, anxiety/intrusive thoughts, body thoughts and internalized fat phobia, multiple vomit mentions, panic/PTSD, shaving/razors, public (bathroom) sex, rimming/ass-to-mouth, poorly handled conversation of STIs and drug use, fighting and breakups, blood draw/needles, sex while driving, “pet” as a pet name, mild and mentioned homophobia

Good Omens: Crowley, Aziraphale Single chapter; 2,441 words. ~ Aziraphale has a cooking show on the internet. It started out with three viewers, but now he's known as the happy grandfather that blew up overnight. Crowley occasionally makes cameos, has dedicated his garden to giving Aziraphale fresh herbs and vegetables, and struggles with living after the apocalypse. ------------ “Taste this, my dear,” Aziraphale said. He held a spoonful of jam to Crowley’s lips with his free hand cautiously under it, ready to catch any dripping. Crowley leaned forward to wrap his lips around the spoon. Most likely his shyness came from the small tender moments Aziraphale was not afraid of showing the world. It had been the topic of many long conversations after Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand in St. James Park, causing Crowley to freeze and break out in a cold sweat. Being discreet had always been their top priority. For 6,000 years, someone would have surely seen them if they embraced in the middle of London. But now, Aziraphale had assured Crowley, things were different. They no longer needed to hide, but Aziraphale would go as slow as Crowley needed him to. It was almost funny how their roles had switched after the apocalypse. ~ Warning: food, ptsd/mental illness ~ Related series