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    Three times someone knew Victor Creed Logan was a little.

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    On Krypton, a small but cherished portion of the population were age regressors, called Kalo. All Kalo had predestined caregivers, whose duty, honor and life's purpose it was to protect and provide for them. Krypton's last son is not exempt from this sacred bond.

    Or: Clark believes that Bruce is his little; Bruce gives him a chance.

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    In which littles are known and Adrian has always known deep down that no caregiver would ever want him. After all, it's generally seen as off-putting for a little to stay out until three a.m. and come home covered in bad guy blood to reorganize their Beanie Baby collection.

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    Wade's never been the most mature guy in the multiverse, but sometimes, when he's tired or frustrated or fresh from a nightmare, the childishness ramps up to the extreme. He can't help it.

    To his surprise, Logan helps him.

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    “So, let me get this straight,” Crowley said, dragging that r a little for best effect. “Your librarian asks for an escort, and the first person you think of is me?”

    When tabloid reporter Anthony Crowley gets roped into posing as the loving partner of their intern’s fussy librarian friend for an infernal wedding in the country, he has an inkling that he won’t come out of that little spot of bother unscathed. There is more to Aziraphale than meets the eye, and soon Crowley will discover that relationships are not for the faint of heart.

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    been meaning to read this and, yes, it is as good as i expected. the characterization !!!! especially crowley !!

    fuck this is so hot what the hell

    crying.

    i have such a thing for massages-turned-sex and. my lord this fic does it so well. i. and just. the obvious miscommunication!! its so fucking sad and i. fuvshanso3ve

    oh my GOD that was all ive ever wanted inna sex scene, fuck. literally so much i had to take a break just to BREATHE. jesus christ. the, gentle dom azi and just. just everything. fuck.

    i really need to be productive and stop reading this but..

    “I can turn away, if you’d rather,” he offered quietly, in a sudden bout of divine inspiration. “While you get settled.”

    A beat. Then Aziraphale’s low, uncertain voice.

    “...please?”
    ^^ how aziraphale is insecure, i just. !!:(

    “My darling boy. Such a sweet thing. You needed that, didn’t you? You needed someone to take care of you.”
    ^^!!!!

    the. the fucking petnames oh my God. !!!!!!!!!

    “Lovely,” Aziraphale murmured, kissing the jut of Crowley’s jaw, biting at the soft skin below. “You are so good to me. So pliant and sweet.”
    ^^ pliant n sweet, fuckk

    “My sweet boy, my dear, my darling, the apple of my eyes..."
    ^^ the fucking posessiveness how?? the fuvk?? is this fic so perfect for me😭😭😭

    “What a demanding boy you are...Good thing I like spoiling you.”
    ^^ this is what ive been SAYING.

    if you think this bookmark is long just wait for the next.. 30 chapters

    “Are you listening to me, darling?”
    ^^ im going to hell.

    The gesture was shocking enough that Crowley didn’t even try to fight it, allowing Aziraphale to keep him where he wanted–naked, and open, and vulnerable. Unbearably close.
    ^^just. i cant even describe this. it feels so real and raw and intimate, and how they both have problems and they just. try to get eachother. i tend to prefer to focus on crowley because i relate to him more but i absolutely love that theyre both so -- human, in this. flawed.

    “I’ll be so gentle with you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
    ^^ yes !!!

    “You’ve been starving for affection, haven’t you?”
    ^^ aziraphale my guy. jesus christ.

    “I like you exactly where you are.” Aziraphale took an unsteady breath as he looked down at Crowley’s face, eyes wide and dark. “Inside of you?” “Yes.”
    ^^ fuck. i. shhabaj

    “My darling Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered, cradling his face with impossible, aching gentleness. “You have such a delicate heart. It makes me want to take charge of you.” “You can,” he murmured, nuzzling Aziraphale’s cheek. “If you want.” Aziraphale answered with a sigh, something deep and almost painful, as if yanked out all the way from his chest. “You don’t know what you’re agreeing to,” he protested, but it was weak, pained.
    ^^ :( aziraphale babyy

    i cannot wait to see whats next oh my god

    "I tried not to, but... I could see what you needed, and not giving it to you was just so difficult."
    ^^ :(((

    ...looked vulnerable in a way that squeezed Crowley’s heart like a fist.
    ^^poetic and shit

    Crowley scoffed, the idle teasing softening a little the sharp spike of that unbearable intimacy. ^^crowley is so me

    god my chest hurts. crowley thinking az didnt want to see him at the library-- his thought process, man. :(

    god, crowley waiting for azis permission to come is just-- amazing. fucking hot as hell.

    He fell asleep to the sweet, soothing sound of Aziraphale’s voice, whispering in his ear, over and over, that he was loved, he was loved, he was loved. He was loved.
    ^^!!!!

    "Do you have any idea what it means to me being wanted, being needed that way?”
    ^^ iiiii

    there was something about that thing he had with Aziraphale that just felt raw, all the time, like an open wound.
    ^^!!!!!!

    “I love you so desperately, my darling,” He didn’t answer, allowing the unbridled adoration spilling from Aziraphale’s voice to wash over him. He was so tired; he could do with a little rest. He was safe there, after all.
    ^^ HE WAS SAFE THERE, AFTER ALL. god.

    And there came that word again. Waiting. Waiting for something to happen, for someone to come along, for a better job, a better life. Waiting to be called, to be considered, to be seen. Crowley was so bloody tired of waiting.
    ^^ i really, really get this. ive been waiting my whole damn life and i think i still am. im waiting to get out of here, for someone to fucking get me. hm

    Perhaps there was no need to scrub quite so hard to erase all those memories. If it was Aziraphale, he didn’t mind so much to be haunted after all.
    ^^ i think this is the perfect way to leave this story, for me

    rereading but out of characters for this bookmark...