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https://archiveofourown.org/works/74179921

Summary: Armand gets sad on Valentine's Day. Daniel cheers him up.

Rating: M

Word count: 2,424

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Not if it’s you - arabellas_court (arabellawrites) - Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you 

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Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn't you 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/80765301

Summary: In which Lestat and Armand have horrible, filthy, toxic sex in a public restroom instead of going and having a conversation about their feelings with their respective fledglings. (lesmand)

Rating: E

Word count: 7,342

co-written with lexdelioncourt

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Hungry for the kill, but this hunger, it isn’t you - arabellas_court (arabellawrites), lexdelioncourt - Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/72228976

Summary: “Have I not made it clear that I am attracted to your body, Daniel?” Armand slides down the bed until he is crouched between his legs, pressing his knees apart and opening Daniel up to him. He notes how easily Daniel lets himself be exposed under the vampire’s hungry gaze and his stomach does a flip. He looks up at Daniel, his warm breath just inches from the mortal’s heated skin, and leans his cheek against his thigh. “I can make it clearer.”

Rating: E

Word count: 3,631

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Immortality as close as your arms - arabellas_court (arabellawrites) - Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/69335171/chapters/179769931

Summary: Daniel exhales a ring of smoke, half nerves and half indignation. He can’t believe this is happening. Armand is supposed to be here. They had finally, finally been together. After three years of his hunter chasing him around the world and both of them becoming inextricably intertwined...

They had joined together in the quiet darkness, a gentle kiss and the slow press of Armand’s body into his, and they had called it what it was.

So where was Armand now?

Rating: E

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Natural Disasters - Chapter 1 - arabellas_court (arabellawrites) - Interview with the Vampire (TV 2022) [Archive of Our Own]

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/69888456

Summary: If being loved by Death meant no pain, then Death really fucking hated Daniel Molloy.

Daniel Molloy is about to learn the hard way that dying and becoming a vampire isn't the cure-all he assumed it would be. He and Armand deal with that reality together.

Rating: M

Word count: 15,810

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65463028

Summary: Daniel wakes up in the hospital, again. But this time there’s a handsome stranger there—too bad it’s his doctor.

Rating: T

Word count: 716

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63200737

Summary: “You said you wanted the truth.” Armand leaned forward, letting his fangs graze the striated skin along Daniel’s scar, breathing in the scent of the boy he had not been this close to in far, far too long. “I can hear your heartbeat, Daniel. I can sense the way the blood flows through your body, smell the way you are not just afraid, but excited by this. By me.” Armand let the point of his fang poke just the smallest bit into Daniel’s skin.

Oh how he’d missed this.

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or: armand turns daniel and they have a lot of sex about it

Rating: E

Word count: 12,343

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/65811961/chapters/169507336

Summary: When Crowley sees a certain attractive blond stranger post an ad in search of a fuck buddy, he's definitely intrigued. And when he meets Aziraphale, the chemistry between them is undeniable. What could possibly go wrong with keeping things casual?

Rating: E

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/62778139

Summary: “Please, tell me if you’re hurt.”

I look up at the figure above me—a man, I think, with tawny eyes and dark skin. Something in his gaze not quite human, but still…safe. An angel or a demon or something in between sent to usher me from one world to the next.

Rating: M

Word count: 1,376

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/61631614

Summary: It's Christmas Eve 1998, and Daniel Molloy finds himself back at Polynesian Mary's for reasons he can't quite explain. And then the hottest stranger he's ever seen appears.

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or: Armand stalks Daniel to Polynesian Mary's on Christmas Eve because it's the vampire version of a "you up?" text to the love of your life who doesn't remember you because you stole their memories. I—

Rating: E

Word count: 5,217

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Summary: Aziraphale really wants to get that demon pregnant.

Rating: E

Word count: 4,446

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Copy of Beige Minimalist Aesthetic Moodboard Photo Collage Instagram Post

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/58786588

Summary: It was an ordinary day; they'd all been ordinary thus far as Aziraphale and Crowley kept an eye on Adam and Eve in the garden.

And then the apple tree appeared.

Rating: T

Word count: 10,905

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/53813443/chapters/136201279

Summary: Magic often felt like nothing, but when called into the foreground, it felt like energy coursing along the meridians of the body. And when Theo and Lyra touched, their magic came alive, flowing strong within them, searching, searching—desperate, as if it was afraid the spark would go out—

Theo and Lyra spend time together in secret, both knowing they should tell her parents soon. What are the consequences of keeping something like this to themselves? Especially when fate wants to intervene?

Rating: E

WIP

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/50129764/chapters/126599086

Summary: Aziraphale unfolded the piece of paper slowly beneath the horrid lighting. He cleared his throat and looked around, the corners of his mouth faltering just a second when he landed on Crowley.

He looked down at the paper.

“In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth—”

“Jesus Christ,” Crowley grumbled.

“No, dear, he came later, remember?”

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Crowley knows his worth. He can't take Aziraphale back immediately after how hurt he's been. And for once, Aziraphale has to work for that forgiveness. Both of them are a mess. Both of them go to therapy—unexpectedly, together.

Angst with a happy ending.

Rating: E

Word count: 38,245

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/51766456

cover art made with permission by hiraeix

Summary: Crowley couldn’t pinpoint the exact moment that he’d lost faith in the Ineffable Plan, but it was probably somewhere along his fall as the last cloud, last sunbeam, last bit of stardust left his skin and he made a million lightyear swan dive into a pit of boiling sulfur.

Crowley is really depressed after Aziraphale leaves. And then Aziraphale comes back.

Rating: M

Word count: 2,168

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/50715214/chapters/128113162

Summary: When a Dark curse takes over Britain, the Ministry enacts a Marriage Law to help combat the perils facing the magical population. Hermione and Draco find themselves forced to work together to find a way out of it before the clock runs out.

Rating: E

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49280242

Summary: Crowley doesn't know if Aziraphale will accept him and his trans identity, but Aziraphale surprises him, and together, they find safety with each other.

Rating: E

Word count: 4,373

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/50729353

Summary: One possibility of what life could look like after season 2, from Crowley’s perspective

Rating: G

Word count: 142

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/49078216
Summary: Now Aziraphale was pulling him closer, his hands moving beneath Crowley’s jacket and around his back and Crowley had never felt so loved, so wanted. So worshipped.
Rating: E
Word count: 2,601

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I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

If I say it enough times, maybe I'll believe it. I'm a demon after all; shouldn't I be able to lie to myself?

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Watching Aziraphale walk into the elevator with the Metatron was the hardest thing Crowley had ever done.

It was harder than walking on consecrated ground in 1941. It was harder than being tortured in 1827. It was harder than telling Aziraphale that he wanted to be an us.

Because he knew this time he couldn't save his Angel. When Heaven came calling and showed Aziraphale a scrap of affection, a morsel of kindness, a hint of pride, they had won-manipulated him right into their clutches, used his desire to do good against him. Crowley knew. Crowley knew because they'd done the same thing to him.

This time, Aziraphale would have to save himself.

It was a full year before Crowley sensed the angel's presence on earth again.

He'd been keeping a close eye on any indication of The Second Coming. He knew that's what heaven was really up to - that's what they'd been up to all along, and it was that, opposing that, that had led to his fall. It was the same thing that had led to an "institutional problem" that caused Gabriel to fall as well.

But who knew fucking Gabriel would have more guts to run away from it all that Aziraphale did. Or maybe he was just more selfish.

Crowley knew he was being unfair. Over the last year, he had had a lot of time to think, and he understood perfectly why Aziraphale had thought that returning to be the Supreme Archangel was the right option. When he was lying on the bookshop's couch clutching a bottle of wine and staring at the till Aziraphale never used, Crowley knew that his angel had had some misguided notion of protecting him. Aziraphale always thought Crowley forgot when they'd met, but he hadn't. He could never forget a face like that. Crowley just didn't like to dwell on the before days, and it was easier to pretend that he didn't remember as much from the beginning of the universe.

That lie too had come to bite him in the arse.

But what Aziraphale didn't seem to realize was that Crowley would rather be free and risk being wiped from the Book of Life than to allow himself to be under heaven's thumb for even another moment. He was surprised the Almighty hadn't already crossed his name out. But that was another thing he'd forgotten to tell Aziraphale in the midst of the amnesiac lost angel that showed up at his door.

Crowley waited on tenterhooks for most of that year, but when the Second Coming never came, Crowley knew that Aziraphale must have figured it out on his own. Must have stopped things. He had thwarted some ineffable plan or bet or bored fancy.

It looked like he'd never needed Crowley anyway.

The bell rang over the door to the bookshop and Crowley felt his stomach flip. It wasn't the first time the bell rang-sometimes people genuinely came in to buy books, not that they left with any-but Crowley felt something...different...when the door opened. He felt it in his metaphysical core.

Standing between two rows of shelves in the back, the sense of good he had felt earlier in the week that suggested a certain angel's return to earth had become concentrated, and his heart beat faster.

It wasn't possible...

But why not? This was his bookshop wasn't it.

Crowley stepped out of the shadows, hands full of books. He held them to his chest for something to do.

"Can I help you?"

Aziraphale stood before him looking the same as ever, just as radiant, but a little more tired. "I rather think that's my line," the angel said quietly. Then he looked around. "But you've done a wonderful job with the place. I suppose it hasn't been mine in a year."

"You can have it back," Crowley said a little too quickly, his desperation to keep the angel here coming through. "I was just...keeping Muriel company. They don't particularly like being alone with the customers. Too many human things to remember."

Crowley was babbling and he knew it, but he couldn't seem to make himself stop.

Aziraphale's eyes went wide. "You've sold books?"

The corner of Crowley's mouth pulled up. "Just a few. Here or there." Lies. He hadn't sold a single one.

Aziraphale shook his head as if to clear his thoughts. When he looked at Crowley again, his focus was razor-sharp. "Crowley, that's not why I'm here."

Crowley tried to swallow but his throat was dry. "Right." He shuffled his feet, trying to make himself taller. "Why are you here then?"

Aziraphale took a deep breath. "To apologize." He bent into a low bow, performing the dance before landing with jazz hands outstretched and his eyes locked on Crowley's.

Crowley said nothing, for once at a loss for words.

Aziraphale came back to standing and cleared his throat. "But I don't know how to even begin to apologize for the pain I caused you while I was away. I was hoping you'd allow me to figure that out. Here. With you. Together."

"Together?"

The angel paused. "Yes."

"Together how?" Crowley's manifestation of a human heart was threatening to beat so fast he might discorporate.

Aziraphale swallowed. "I don't think I get to say. Any way you'll have me."

Crowley wished he had his glasses on. His eyes were going glassy with tears and he blinked them away. "Did you...miss me?"

He hated the way the words sounded to his own ears. Pathetic. But he had to know.

Aziraphale's lip trembled. "More than you can imagine."

"I've got a pretty good imagination," Crowley whispered.

Aziraphale took a step forward and Crowley stepped back against a bookcase, books held tight against his chest. The pause in Aziraphale's step was enough to make Crowley's stomach clench, afraid he would bolt again. Afraid that he would leave the demon to his pain and suffering alone, that the act of reconciliation might be too much for the angel to handle.

"Don't go," he pleaded. "Don't leave again."

Aziraphale's throat bobbed with a swallow. "My dear, I'm not going anywhere. I don't want to be anywhere else. I would like to explain."

"I get it," said Crowley. "I told you I understood a hell of a lot more than you did."

Aziraphale bit his cheek. "You were right."

Crowley put the books down and stepped a little closer. "Sorry, what was that?"

Aziraphale inhaled. "You were right."

Crowley cupped his ear, leaning towards the angel as he approached. "Come again?"

Aziraphale squared his shoulders. "You were right, Crowley."

Crowley was practically on top of him. "One more time?"

"You were-"

But Crowley had grabbed him by the jacket and pulled him into a kiss.

Crowley felt the moment the surprise wore off and Aziraphale's lips molded to his own. In that half a second he was reminded of their previous kiss, and guilt welled up in him. This should have been their first kiss, where Aziraphale's hands were in his hair and their bodies were pressed together. But he'd been so damn sure that if he just followed the movies and books then that last kiss would have opened Aziraphale's eyes to everything and solved all their problems.

How wrong he'd been.

But now...

Now Aziraphale was pulling him closer, his hands moving beneath Crowley's jacket and around his back and Crowley had never felt so loved, so wanted.

So worshipped.

Good heavens, if this was what worship felt like, no wonder the Almighty nearly destroyed worlds to secure it.

"Angel," Crowley said, breaking away just enough to speak. "I'm sorry. I should-I should have-I should have just talked to you, but I didn't and-"

But the angel silenced him with a kiss. And then another. And another on his forehead. "Me too. I'm so sorry, Crowley. I promise I will never leave you behind again."

A strangled sound rose up in Crowley's chest, and he was not surprised to hear the barely contained tears when he spoke. "Don't ever do that to me again, Aziraphale. Not even in my best interest."

"Never," the angel promised.

"We decide things together."

"Together."

Crowley miracled the shop sign to closed and the window covers drawn and they suddenly found themselves standing next to a rather large bed in the middle of the bookshop.

"Muriel?" Aziraphale asked.

"Gone home for the day," Crowley said against his lover's lips as he pushed his waistcoat down his arms.

"Oh," Aziraphale said breathily. "Jolly good."

Crowley chuckled against the angel's neck.

" Oh," Aziraphale gasped as Crowley's teeth nipped at the skin there. "That's-my that's lovely, Crowley. I...you really know what you're doing."

Crowley pulled back to meet Aziraphale's gaze, knowing this was important. "Not really."

Aziraphale nodded, and they both understood. Who else would they have practiced with in the last six thousand years? Who else would they have wanted?

"Don't stop," Aziraphale begged.

Crowley had no intention of leaving his angel wanting. He pushed him back onto the bed and he knew what to do. After all, this had been his idea in the plan he worked closely with Upstairs on when the universe was being born. Pleasure and love and affection. And for so long he'd had to scorn it, cast aside by heaven as undeserving. So Crowley may not have had any personal experience with using his corporeal form to please a lover, but oh he knew how to love. And he knew down to his toes how one went about it.

Aziraphale looked nervous.

Crowley sat up over him, straddling him as he pulled the trousers down the angel's waist. "Don't worry, angel," he said, and then paused. "We can take it slow."

"No," Aziraphale said quickly. "I don't want to wait anymore. I want you now."

As Crowley took Aziraphale's palm in his hand and kissed up his wrist, he felt something thick and new there. He pulled away and looked down to see a lattice work of scars up Aziraphale's arm. He quickly pushed back the other sleeve and saw the same thing. They didn't look like self-harm scars; they looked like claw marks.

"Aziraphale...what-"

"I didn't do it to myself, if that's what you're asking," the angel said quickly. His gaze fell and his cheeks turned deep red. "Heaven...didn't want to let go."

Crowley recognized the look of shame. "You did not fail them, Aziraphale. They failed you."

Aziraphale gave him a weak smile, and Crowley continued his slow kiss up the angel's wrists, his eyes never leaving the love of his life.

When he hovered over him, his lips mere inches from his face, Crowley breathed in the scent of the angel-sandalwood and bergamot and orange-and sighed in relief. "God, I've missed you."

"Crowley, I-I love you, so terribly much. And I'm so sor-"

Crowley kissed him before the angel could apologize again. He didn't need to hear it. He wrapped the ethereal being in his arms and poured his devotion into the kiss. He was here. He was safe in his arms. They were together at last. Nothing else seemed to matter. "I love you, too, angel. And I'll never let them hurt you again."

He kissed Aziraphale's cheek and saw the tears welling up in the angel's eyes. "They were going to hurt you, Crowley," Aziraphale said through a quiet choked sound. "I couldn't let them. I had to try, I had to-I really thought I could make a difference. For you. For humanity. For the world."

"I know," Crowley said, because he did. "It's not your fault."

Aziraphale finally seemed to believe him. With a desperate urgency, he pulled Crowley's face to his own and kissed him hard.

Crowley's own desire caught like kindling, and his hands flew to Aziraphale's shirt buttons, undoing them with shaky hands.

His breath came in great pants, mouth dry as he undressed his angel. He'd dreamt of this for years, late at night when he wanted to sleep and saw Aziraphale's perfect smile behind his eyelids. He imagined how soft the angel's skin must be, how lovely his hair would feel under Crowley's fingertips. And it was all better than he could have ever created in his imagination. Aziraphale was here. He was real and he was here and they were together.

"Crowley," the angel panted below him as his own fingers flew to the hem of Crowley's shirt and pulled upwards. "I need you."

"I'm right here, Angel." Crowley kissed Aziraphale's jaw as he unbuckled his own trousers and kicked them down. "Tell me what you want."

Aziraphale's hands gripped Crowley's shoulders; he was shaking. "Touch me...there. Please. Oh please, Crowley-"

" Fuck, angel-" Crowley palmed the outside of Aziraphale's boxer-briefs, moaning at the feel of his length. He crawled down the angel's body until his mouth hovered over his clothed erection. And without breaking eye contact, he breathed warm air against the material and pressed his lips in a kiss against Aziraphale's cock.

Aziraphale keened beneath Crowley's touch, his hands burying themselves in Crowley's hair.

Crowley kept looking at Aziraphale; he could look at that face for eternity. "I have wanted you since the first stars were born. And every time I've seen you since. And all the moments in between. You and me? That's eternity. That's heaven. Watching the creation of the universe was nothing compared to getting to look at you."

Tears leaked from the corners of Aziraphale's eyes and his bottom lip quivered. "How can you love me? I'm so flawed. I've done so much wrong."

"Just let me be here with you, angel. We'll learn together." He kissed his lover through the cotton material again and grinned. "We'll learn everything."

Aziraphale nodded emphatetically. "Yes, yes, please-" And he opened and closed his palms, begging Crowley to come closer.

The demon obliged, crawling up Aziraphale's body again until he was lying on top of him, kissing him, and hadn't even noticed at first when the angel miracled the rest of their clothes away.

As Crowley sank inside Aziraphale, forgiveness and contrition and atonement and reconciliation all came to mean the same thing: everything and nothing. All were achieved and all were unnecessary in the face of such a pure and unifying experience, in the face of love that had been building from the time they had witnessed a star factory being born.

With every thrust, every kiss, Crowley felt Aziraphale wrapped around him, body and soul. The angel's eyes went wide as Crowley filled him, stretched him, pleased him, his mouth open in a small circle as delight washed over his features.

And when they came together, Aziraphale spilled himself between them as Crowley filled his lover with all the proof of his desire, and they both regained their breath as they stared into each other's eyes. Aziraphale giggled and Crowley smiled and they kissed, chastely, still holding each other tight.

There were no words for what they wanted to say; they'd already said it with their bodies. And that was all right, because they had all the time in the world. This was only the beginning of them being together, being an us.

And somewhere in the distance, perhaps in Berkeley Square, Crowley was sure he heard a Nightingale sing.

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You are eternity, you are my heaven - arabellas_court (arabellawrites) - Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett [Archive of Our Own]

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https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/49227904

Summary: A love poem from Crowley’s POV.
Rating: M
Word count: 854

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https://href.li/?https://archiveofourown.org/works/49152406
Summary: One year after they get together, Aziraphale has a surprise for Crowley.
Rating: T
Word count: 2,101

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48738463

Summary: Daphylleia Grayi, or skeleton flowers, are known for their petals becoming translucent when wet. Crowley gets Aziraphale a gift.
Rating: T
Word count: 1,017

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48605251

Summary: A poem, from Crowley to Aziraphale, somewhere in those six thousand years.
Rating: T
Word count: 201

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/50423776

Summary: To Crowley, love was a four letter word.

It was right up there with nice, and good, and— well, there were probably other four letter words he objected to as well, but he couldn’t think of them right at that moment. Not when Aziraphale was gazing into his eyes waiting for a reply.

Rating: G

Word count: 500

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To Crowley, love was a four letter word.

It was right up there with nice, and good, and- well, there were probably other four letter words he objected to as well, but he couldn't think of them right at that moment. Not when Aziraphale was gazing into his eyes waiting for a reply. And for the first time since he slithered up the garden wall in Eden, Crowley didn't have a clever remark or a silly retort or even a half-hearted rebuttal designed to keep them separate. Safe. Status quo.

But that didn't matter. Because right at that moment, what mattered was that an angel, the most angelic being in all creation, was staring at him with his heart on his sleeve and waiting for Crowley to reply.

"I-" he stammered. "Angel, I-"

Aziraphale's face fell, the smile slipping from his lips as he cast his eyes downward. A faint pink blush colored his cheeks, eyelashes fluttering, unable to meet Crowley's gaze any longer.

"No, wait, Aziraphale, I-"

"It's all right." The angel laughed, mirthless. Embarrassed. "I wasn't expecting anything in particular. Well, okay, that's not exactly true. I did think- I mean- I thought after all these years that I understood- but it was my mistake. Don't worry. No harm done."

And Aziraphale spread his wings a bit more- they always tried to meet somewhere they could both relax and stretch their wings- and turned to take off, leaving Crowley behind in the desert sands.

"Aziraphale, wait. Please." Crowley grabbed the angel's wrist gently, eyes imploring him to stay, to listen, to give the demon time to process what he was saying. "Don't go."

Crowley could see the embarrassment in Aziraphale's expression, how his head was ducked and he seemed smaller than he had moments earlier.

"It's all right, Crowley," he said gently. "I understand if demons can't- can't love."

Crowley felt like he'd been slapped, or stung. His hand recoiled from Aziraphale's wrist like he'd touched a hot stove, or stepped on consecrated ground.

"I can love," he whispered. "I do love. Can't you... can't you feel it? Aren't you supposed to be able to feel love, angel?"

His voice was small, like a child seeking reassurance, or a man desperate to be seen.

Aziraphale's mouth parted in silent surprise. "You do?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper.

"Course I do," Crowley said, nodding once. "I have. For ages. Since- well, since nearly the beginning."

Aziraphale's face slowly morphed into an expression of pure joy. "You... love..."

"You," Crowley supplied. "I love you , Aziraphale."

The angel's face lit brighter than any star in the night sky. His cheeks were full, his effervescent smile stretched wide, and Crowley's heart clenched at the sight of happiness on his beloved's face.

Aziraphale threw himself towards Crowley, arms winding around his shoulders, their lips meeting at last. They both sighed in relief.

Yes, love was a four letter word.

But so was kiss. So was home.

Maybe they weren't all bad.

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Just a moment - arabellas_court (arabellawrites) - Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett [Archive of Our Own]

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/47286442

Summary: Persephone finds Hermes upset in the throne room. One thing leads to another, and we have Persephone/Hades negotiating a threesome with their best friend.
Rating: E
Word count: 9,035

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/42065745
Summary: Severus and Lucius have something to say to Hermione. (SevLuMione)
Rating: T
Word count: 778

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34304935/chapters/85353895

Summary: Hermione would do anything for her best friend to give him the family he never had. Determined to save Regulus Black from his early death, she goes back in time, but saving one person proves harder than she thought. And getting to know him along the way has some unintended consequences. (Regmione)
Rating: E
Word count: 40,511

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Pink Soft and Dainty Flowers Color Inspiration Moodboard Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45753925
Summary: When Harry and Theo decide to rent something a little more risque for the evening, they didn't expect it to be so...familiar. (NottPott)
Rating: E
Word count: 1,443

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41133744/chapters/103107702

Summary: Hermione sank to the floor with her back against the wall, face pinched with exhaustion and a sick feeling heavy in her stomach. Her eyes never left the phone as it continued to ring on the wall.

“You don’t understand, Ginny.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow. “I understand that my idiotic brother got his teeth into you and now you talk in your sleep about trying to please him. And it’s annoying.”

aka the one where Hermione finally moves on with the help of some Slytherins (Dreomione)
Rating: E

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Can’t be bothered to grow older (I’ll just age with time) 

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Can’t be bothered to grow older (I’ll just age with time) 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/40143210

Summary: The plan was coming together. They would spnd both Christmas and New Year's at the Malfoys' for the revels, then slip away during the countdown, hiding the crack of Apparition amongst the fireworks. They would be free. (Regulus/Severus)
Rating: M
Word count: 1,000

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/46507156

Summary: Lucien’s eyes flicked to the painting and Feyre wondered if he could immediately see what she’d subconsciously been depicting. If he recognized the flow of his hair in the brush strokes, the glint of his eyes in the autumn leaves in this strange land, the pull of his lips in the lilting stream.
The fox.
Rating: E
Word count: 4,564

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/48185845

Summary: Transfiguration Professor Hermione Granger and Potions Master Severus Snape are unlikely friends in this post-war snapshot. But when Hermione needs a date for a special event, will Severus be able to keep his cool?
Rating: T
Word count: 2,997

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/47064640

Summary: Severus Snape must marry his student to protect her from the Dark Lord. He expects her to be as annoying as ever. What he doesn't expect, is to fall in love with her.
Rating: E
Word count: 1,800

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/45077110

Summary: Severus is dying on the floor of the shrieking shack. He doesn't want to die alone.
Rating: M
Word count: 330

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if you caught lightning in a bottle it would shatter 

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if you caught lightning in a bottle it would shatter 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39986097

Summary: Severus chopped the daisy root into fine pieces. So small they would hardly be usable. The tears that hit the workbench, dampening the potion ingredients in the dark, weren’t helping the matter.

Lightning cracked the sky in two outside the window. (Gen)

Rating: M

Word count: 1,552

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/41311872

Summary:
“Severus!”

And then she heard it.

A low groan. Four muffled syllables that could have been her name.

She whipped towards the sound and saw him, lying in a pool of darkened snow. Hermione couldn’t tell where his dark robes ended and the blood began.
Rating: M
Word count: 2,385

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39555579
Summary: Hermione and Draco are the Head Girl and Boy during their 8th year, and they've formed a (mostly) amicable truce. When Draco gets injured during quidditch and asks for Hermione's help, they find themselves somewhere they never thought they'd be -- together...in the prefects' bath.
Rating: E
Word count: 2,366

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/43608798/chapters/109650039

Summary: Twenty years after the war, single parent Draco Malfoy never expected to bump into Hermione Granger. Now that he had, she consumed his thoughts. But how would Hermione Granger fit into his and Scorpius' life? Would she even want to?
Rating: M

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/44357299/chapters/111556840

Summary: When Sirius Black finds himself in detention all week with Professor Lupin, he starts to realize there's more to the man than meets the eye. A marauders-era AU with Head Boy Sirius Black and DADA Professor Remus Lupin.
Rating: E

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39307119/chapters/98363982

Summary: Severus has been sitting next to Hermione Granger for breakfast in the Great Hall for months now. And every morning, he watches her covertly take a jar of Nutella from her robes and slather it on her toast. She seems perfectly happy to sneak the sweet treat every day while Severus sits next to her, but not once has she looked at or spoken to him, and he is determined to find out why.
Rating: M
Word count: 19,785

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Brown Gold Aesthetic Creativity Mood Boards Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/37928791

Summary: Five years after the war, Severus finds Hermione crying in the snow outside the castle in the dead of night. There's something familiar about her sadness, and he finds himself wanting to help. But how much does he have left to give?
Rating: M
Word count: 2,235

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/39639498

Summary: She lies there, blindfolded. Ready. Waiting.
Rating: E
Word count: 2,431

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36537943

Summary: A moment in time between two lovers.
Rating: M
Word count: 300

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Motivational Quote Flower Collage Texture Background Instagram Story

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35621173

Summary: After an accident collecting potions ingredients, Hermione and Severus have to move fast, but there's one problem — there's only one shower.
Rating: E
Word count: 2,844

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35465044

Summary: Severus Snape was not the kind of wizard to be rudely barging in on a white veil occasion, but Hermione Granger was not the kind of witch to be marrying the wrong man.
Rating: T
Word count: 4,676

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36101923

Summary: Severus has a surprise for Hermione on New Year's Eve.
Rating: G
Word count: 963

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35125825

Summary: Christmas Eve with the Granger-Snape family is nothing short of perfect.
Rating: T
Word count: 2,962

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36345694

Summary: When Lyra and Theo meet, there's an instant connection. Only after do they realize they have people important to them in common: her parents. A guilt-ridden Theo visits Draco and Hermione; Lyra sets her foot down; and forces no one yet understands keep pushing the two main characters together. But secrets can't stay secret forever when there's magic involved.
Rating: E
Word count: 9,141

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36679345

Summary: The prophecy demands a child. Harry did not expect to enjoy the process this much. (Harmony)
Rating: E
Word count: 5,046

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Green Plants and Trees Mood Board Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/38052283/chapters/95047165

Summary: Hermione Granger thought she'd have her life together by age 28. So when she is suddenly forced to start over, the last person she expects to be a part of that equation is her former Potions professor. And she certainly never expected to be his sugar baby.
Rating: E

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33559063/chapters/83387326

Summary: Draco couldn't stand to watch her bleed out on the floor under Bellatrix's dagger. He had to do something. But how far would he go to save the girl who thought he hated her?
Rating: M

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The Leavers' Ball and the Runaway Heads 

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The Leavers' Ball and the Runaway Heads 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/36217135

Summary: They only have one more night before Eighth Year is over and they all go their separate ways. But maybe one night is enough to change the course of their lives.
Rating: M
Word count: 8,609

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How to find inspiration Tender Collage Instagram Post

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/35015842

Summary: Lyra Granger-Malfoy was no saint. She was clever, like her mother. And cunning, like her father. She’d inherited her mother’s stubbornness and her father’s smug belief that anything he wanted would be his. And Lyra was very used to getting what she wanted. So what if what she wanted was her father's best friend?

Rating: E

Word count: 3,974

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34150411

Summary: After a rather awkward problem presents itself in his love life, Harry goes to Snape for help. (Snarry)
Rating: M
Word count: 1,351

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Brown Minimalist Interior Design Mood Boards Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32618467

Summary: The man approaches Hermione. She doesn’t move. She is posed, beautifully, one arm across her chest.
Welcome to the Room of Living Sculptures. This divine creature is yours to observe, enjoy, and pose however you’d like.
Hermione is now face-to-face with this man, this stranger, who has come into the room to enjoy her body. (Dreomione)
Rating: E
Word count: 4,589

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33388753

Summary: Hermione needs a partner for her bucket list adventures. Who better than her professor-turned-colleague and friend Severus Snape?
Rating: T
Word count: 7,202

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32556778

Summary: This probably wasn't in the apprentice handbook.
Rating: E
Word count: 1,072

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Brown Clean Grid Fashion Moodboard Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34482367

Summary: “Draco, it’s a drink. It’s not an activity.”

“Hermione, it’s my honeymoon.”

“Actually it’s our honeymoon.”

“But it’s my birthday.”

“Oh honestly.”
Rating: E
Word count: 2,166

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Brown and Green Clean Grid Color Inspiration Moodboard Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/34446922

Summary: He wanted to give her pleasure. To exist for the sole purpose of serving her body. To be the catalyst to her highs and covet every moan that fell from her lips.

Rating: E
Word count: 1,687

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Earthy Brand Moodboard Social Media Post

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33519433

Summary: Who would throw a birthday party outdoors in the middle of summer when it's hot as hell? Draco's auror partner Harry Potter, unfortunately. But Draco wouldn't miss it for the world — not when he knows Hermione Granger will be there. And maybe today will be the day things between them finally change.
Rating: E
Word count: 3,623

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33067537

Summary: Hermione brings her new boyfriend, Draco Malfoy, to his first Weasley family Christmas. But tensions rise when she gets caught under enchanted mistletoe with Ron.
Rating: E
Word count: 3,703

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Green and Grey DIY Collage Color Inspiration Moodboard Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32480344

Summary: Hermione is tired of the Ministry dragging her around the world for their own purposes after the war. One night, during an event with loud music and too many guests, she finds herself alone with someone who understands her more than she thought he would — Draco Malfoy. Together they make a different sort of music.
Rating: E
Word count: 2,490

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/31743637/chapters/78572371

Summary: During one cold winter, Hermione finds the perfect way to comfort Draco.
Rating: E
Word count: 2,058

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/31719826

Summary: Draco and Hermione have some pent up frustration they need to let out, and, well, two switches in the same bed make for such interesting power play.
Rating: E
Word count: 4,105

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Green and Brown Realistic Interior Design Moodboard Photo Collage

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These are (almost all of) my current posted fics. A few are missing, but these are the ones that mean the most to me.  They're listed here with the newest ones at the top. Everything listed here is on ao3, but I have a few extra short pieces on ffn that were originally part of collections on ao3 that I posted as standalones over there.

Updated March 2026 to reflect that most of my time is in the IWTV and Good Omens fandom these days.

- Pink is IWTV and Talamasca

- Purple is Good Omens

- Blue is Dramione

- Green is Snamione

- Yellow is Other HP Pairings including poly ships

- White is Other Fandoms

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/31590539

Summary: Draco had a long day at work, and Hermione helps him take the edge off. aka Draco with a praise kink
Rating: E
Word count: 560

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Beige Realistic Fashion Moodboard Photo Collage

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/32239267

Summary: When Severus Snape unexpectedly runs into Hermione Granger in a bookstore in Dublin ten years after the war, he finds that the know-it-all might just grow on him.
Rating: T
Word count: 9,432

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A House is Not a Home Without You In It 

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A House is Not a Home Without You In It 

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/33310783/chapters/82718341

Summary: Hermione looks at purchasing a home away from city life and is surprised by what she finds.
Rating: M

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bluesky: arabellawrites

AO3: arabellas_court

FFN: arabellawrites

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