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An image of Carl from the web series "Making Fiends". Carl is a blobby pink creature with two tentacles for arms and four more as legs. Carl has four eyes and wears a purple bow on his head.



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    "I’m Not a Poet"
    — or how Anthony Bridgerton accidentally became the most romantic man in England (much to his horror).

     

    Written for Kanthony Week – Day 2 - Words of Poetry.

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    19 Mar 2026

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    “How dare you!” Aziraphale shouts.

    “It’s not personal!” the demon shouts back, peeking around the edge of the bookshelf. Aziraphale flings a blessing at him, but he jerks back before it can land. “I was assigned to you.”

    “I’ll smite you back to Hell, you—you—snake!”

    “Funny you should say that,” the demon mutters, before lifting his voice again. “Or how about we carry on what we’re doing and not attract the attention from Downstairs, yeah? Or Upstairs, for that matter.”
     

    Or: Aziraphale has been assigned to secure The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch. He really shouldn’t have been surprised to learn that Hell had an agent of their own assigned to him.

    Luckily for him, Crowley is a dreadful spy.

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    20 Jan 2026

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    “Well, that was a thing,” Crowley said once they were out of earshot. Without talking about it, they were both heading down the field, towards the lake where the photographer (and likely a few more people from the TV crew) was waiting.

    “That was a wedding,” Aziraphale replied, surprised at his own annoyance that somebody called a wedding a ‘thing’.

    “Yeah, obviously, didn’t miss that part,” Crowley said with a shrug, and waved abruptly in Aziraphale’s general direction. “Neither did you, from the looks of it, since you’re dressed like a wedding bride and everything.”

    “Excuse me, I am a—“ Aziraphale stopped himself, and started over.


    In which Aziraphale ends up marrying a rude stranger who wears sunglasses.

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    19 Jan 2026

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    "When your Daddy and I got married, we were really young, and then your Grandpa Edmund died, and your Daddy, he had a lot of responsibilities, and we couldn’t be together anymore. And after a little while I found out that I was going to have you. ”
    It was as close to the truth as she wanted to tell him. She hadn’t seen any reason to explain to a six year old that Anthony had sent his advisor to ask her to leave. To quietly and kindly, explain how she was systematically ruining Anthony’s life by pretending they were married

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    Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sharma were perfectly happy after their quickie wedding in Fiji Until (She thinks) he told her to leave

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    Anthony Bridgerton and Kate Sharma were perfectly happy after their quickie wedding in Fiji Until (He thinks) She left him in a letter

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    The What a Girl Wants (2003) AU not a soul was asking for

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    30 Dec 2025

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    "All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?"

    Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.

     "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."

     AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

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    20 Apr 2025