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    July 8, 2021 - June 14, 2023:
    706 days.
    1,262,342 words.

    And Chaos Harry’s journey is at an end.

    (Afterlife and Missing Moments to be updated eventually, but the main series is over)

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    23 Jul 2025

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    LONG fic charting the marauders' time at Hogwarts (and beyond) from Remus' PoV - diversion from canon in that Remus's father died and he was raised in a children's home, and is a bit rough around the edges. Otherwise canon-compliant.
    1971 - 1995

    This IS a wolfstar fic, but incredibly slow burn. Literally years. Long build up but worth it I promise!

    PLEASE DO NOT COPY TO WATTPAD. SERIOUSLY, WHY??

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    (Compiled by amazing reader, JustAnotherPerson)

     DISCLAIMER: I do not support JK Rowling's disgusting transphobic views.

    NOTE: I AM NO LONGER READING OR REPLYING TO COMMENTS ON THIS FIC

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    14 Jul 2025

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    Crowley nods. "It's..." He looks down at their joined hands, and takes a long, deep breath. “We’re not— We’re not supposed to need this, y’know?” He lifts their joined hands up, lets them fall again. “You and I. Angels, demons. We're not meant to need all this. This touchy-feely stuff, all this affection, this—” a hitch in his breath— “Love.”

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    06 Aug 2023

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    After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives.
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    Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?

    But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.

    However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

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    04 Aug 2023

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    so cute omg

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    “All right, darling, just relax now. I’m going to take care of you.”

    “Ngk.” How Crowley was supposed to relax when his angel was calling him ‘darling’ in that honeyed tone and was about to put his hands on him he really didn’t-

    Oh.

    Oh fuck.

    His thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of strong, yet gentle hands that began kneading just below his neck. The angel’s fingers were splayed out along his shoulders as his thumbs worked at the tight muscle on either side of his spine.

    The demon did his best to hold in an indecent moan, but some of it still spilled out.

    “Mmmm… does that feel good?” Aziraphale murmured.

    Once again, Crowley was reduced to nonsensical mumbling and attempted to now nod his head in the face cradle.

    Aziraphale chuckled kindly and continued kneading at that same spot.

     
    ~In which Crowley lets Aziraphale talk him into receiving a massage, not having the slightest clue that his wildest (and horniest) dreams are about to come true.

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    20 Jun 2023