Aziraphale starts to receive anonymous love letters one day and starts overthinking, hoping to God that it's Crowley writing them, but he has to bee realistic. There's no way his favorite serpent could love him... Right? ~ This is gonna be a shorter fic since I'm better at writing angst in my opinion but since Valentines day so y'know ;P No characters are mine and were created by Sir Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman Cover art not mine

written by / full credit to: emmagrant01 on ao3 They'd never talked about sex in the year they'd known each other. Well, that wasn't quite correct: Sherlock had never said a word about sex; John had bemoaned his personal dearth of it on many occasions.

They thought it was all over. They thought they'd be left alone. They weren't that lucky. The angels and demons are back for revenge, but the angel and demon won't back down for anything. Even God herself can't stand between them. Perhaps there is a war to come after all. Not between heaven and hell, but between Aziraphale and Crowley, and everyone else. I Do not own characters, the series, book or movie, or any images used. I only take credit for this fanfiction written and any original characters

That was no way to think, just because a stupid ex-nun misinterpreted a blamelessly hostile situation. That way lay madness. That way lay an angel with disapprovingly pursed lips and pitying pale eyes and "My dear boy, I'm so *very* sorry, but..." and Armageddon would come as a relief after that, really.

Crowley enjoys Aziraphale's couch. Complete. Crowley x Aziraphale. Explicit mature content at the end. If that's all you're here for, skip to chapters 5 and 6. If that's not what you're here for, feel free to skip it when you get to it in 5, and read the conclusion of 6. 7 is a bonus chap that can be read essentially as a mature oneshot. Enjoy! All character rights to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

Three years after The Falcon and the Winter Soldier, an alien computer virus is spreading on Earth. This virus explicitly targets and disrupts Wakandan tech. It's currently being passed around the black market, and Bucky Barnes, the White Wolf, is trying to stop it. He petitions King T'Challa to let him once again solicit the help of Helmut Zemo. His black market knowledge could prove critical to tracking down the source of the virus and safeguard Wakanda. This assumes Bucky and Zemo kissed during the events of TFATWS, but otherwise everything fits canon. I aim to hold to canon as much as possible, except assuming both men are bisexual and are attracted to one another. There is a plot and investigation. It's also heavy on sexual tension with a bit of non-graphic smut. This from Bucky's perspective. tl;dr this story is my vision of the Falcon and The Winter Soldier S2, but this time, make it gay.

*Post Rechienbach Fall* Every night Consulting Detective Sherlock Holmes watches his best friend, and love-of-his-life crying in his bed, deteriorating all because of Sherlock. Sherlock realises he has to get back to John, but will it be as simple as that? *CAUTION: SMUTTY*

**Lots more johnlock fluff!** John is fed up with his life being one constant cycle of crime scenes, sleepless nights and the ever-stubborn Sherlock. He decides to plan ten days of 'normal' activities for the both of them. How will Sherlock cope with this?...

Disclaimer: massive spoilers for the series finale. Triggers for pretty brief suicidal thoughts. They both know it. They say it to each other in looks and tentative touches, when House is rubbing Wilson's back when he feels as if he's about to hack up his lungs. In those moments, he doesn't have enough headspace to think, "House loves me," but sometimes he doesn't have to think it. Sometimes it's just his touch on Wilson's back and a few gentle words swathed in sarcasm. He knows. They both know. And what if Wilson was a star? And what if House was the universe, and what if he loved Wilson and let the oceans of time dwindle so he could be with him; only him, forever? What if there was a utopia?

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