Crowley finds his secret conviction that the world was designed for his personal entertainment severely tested by the bloody boring fourteenth century. But what is he a demon for, if not to spice things up a bit? It's irrelevant that a certain angel is taking his orders seriously for once and embarking on a life of self-denial and doing good. That isn't the reason Crowley is bored, at all. And he certainly isn't acting up to get Aziraphale's attention because he's desperately in love or anything.

The Nice and Fairly Accurate History of the demon Crowley and the angel Aziraphale, on their relationship over 6,000 years. Aziraphale and Crowley have known each other since the beginning, quite literally. From the gate of Eden to the end of the world, they have been there for each other- tempting, thwarting, and even helping (not that their respective head offices need to know). As the millennia go on, the two grow closer and closer, and there are words that both off them need to say, but neither do. It only takes the end of the world for them to get their heads on straight. AKA: Aziraphale and Crowley being pining idiots for 6,000 years. Cross-Posted on Ao3 under the same title

It was not the first time they had kissed. Not even close.

"Aziraphale debated internally a bit, but curling his arm up around Crowley's shoulder really was more comfortable. He knew he was being silly. He knew a dance was nothing and if it made Crowley happy after his feelings had apparently been hurt it wasn't much to ask, but-it was the demon. He had the literally infernal talent to make even the simplest, least dubious things feel like a temptation. Aziraphale knew it was Crowley's nature, and not strictly saying his fault, but it did sometimes make things feel *complicated*." Biarritz, South of France, 1921. Aziraphale stumbles on Crowley apparently working the hotels and casinos as a gigolo. At least, that's where it begins.

Aziraphale would forgive him, of course. He always did. That had always been the Hell of it. It had been stupid to think things would be any different this time. It was a game they had been playing a long, long time, and he was all kinds of fool and idiot if he was going to suddenly start taking it seriously, even if only a few days ago he had thought Aziraphale was dead. Our side. It would be nice, really nice, if there was an *our side.* To be honest with himself, there was nothing in all the universe he wanted more. "I'll pick you up at eight," he repeated to the closed door, and headed back to the flat to take it out on the plants.

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.

Louis Tomlinson the crown prince of the United Kingdom was on a ride to France, when his ship was suddenly taken over by Harry Styles, the infamous pirate captain otherwise known as the Prince of the Seven Seas. ⚠️THIS IS NOT A PRETTY STORY READ AT YOUR OWN RISK ⚠️

[terminée] [en correction] Harry, Duc vertueux de Somerset, en connaît peu sur l'amour, alors que Louis, le malin Duc de Warwick, en sait trop. Lorsque les deux ducs se réunissent pour la chasse au renard annuelle dans le comté du Yorkshire, Harry se retrouve entraîné dans le lit de Louis. Mais quand les secrets du passé sombre de ce dernier refont surface, Harry craint que le renard ne soit pas le seul à être chassé. ✧ Histoire de AudreyHornesHeart sur Wattpad. Traduction par STYLINARTS. #91 FanFiction 15/11/17 # 1 Victorian 03/04/2021 Tous les droits réservés © AudreyHornesHeart

Howie a quatre ans de moins que Louis. Louis est son pseudo demi frère depuis toujours. Alors qu'Howie était encore un bébé, sa mère a rencontré le père de Louis.... Howie a toujours été fasciné par Louis.... Au fur et à mesure qu'il grandit, il comprend mieux cette fascination.

Jessy connait Hemeric par cœur. Il voue une véritable passion, un véritable culte pour lui. D'ailleurs, qui ne connait pas "Hemeric", le trop célèbre leader du quatuor mondialement connu "Four Faces"? Hélas, si Jessy le connait par cœur et le vénère, l'autre ignore son existence. L'un parcourt le monde sous les feux des projecteurs, l'autre reste chez lui, à l'abri, sous les ampoules économiques tamisées de sa chambre. Parce qu'une vie mérite d'être vécue à 100% Parce qu'il faut croire en ses rêves Parce qu'il faut croire en une bonne étoile Parce qu'il faut être maître de son destin, Jessy va bousculer le sien.