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Everything ended, and then it went on. Crowley and Aziraphale found themselves back in the bookshop. Everything was as it had been before, yet they soon realized that this was far from the case, and that they were far less alone in their bookshop than expected.
When I read that it was Gleafer’s birthday, this idea popped into my head; so here is an Azicrow/Slorthany?/Anthoniferal? story featuring overlapping timelines and heaps of dandelions.
"I can prove this is my bookshop,"“ Angel Anthony said, abruptly returning to the subject as he hurried inside to triumphantly produce the ping-pong paddle. Aziraphale let out a breath, looking unmistakably annoyed.
"So? A ping-pong paddle."
"You don't play much ping-pong, do you? It's a paddle."
Aziraphale didn't seem to know quite what to do with that information. Crowley couldn't blame him. He felt the same way. And the other angel didn't miss that, either. -
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The richest of the rich and Geopolitical figureheads make a point to visit his establishment to enjoy the view of his otherworldly beauties. Women, men, and others. Each dancer mesmerizing and ethereal. All forms of delight are available for those with the cash and influence to enjoy what’s on the menu.
But all is not what it seems. The Angel is a demon who runs a tight ship in his den of inequity. Collecting souls of his oblivious clientele, who are lost to sin and doomed to the fiery pits. Heaven lost the war and Hell now runs the show.
Except for the angel dancers at Heaven’s Gate.
Crowley keeps his dancers safe and sound, as long as they keep their end of the deal. Some even enjoy their new life, far away from the stinging whips and bloodied blades. There’s drinking, dancing, debauchery in abundance and everyone knows their place.
Until an unruly principality from the offices of the souls department is thrown into Crowley’s lap. Crafty and unpredictable, suddenly Anthony ‘The Angel” Crowley’s smooth sailing ship is about to face a category 5 hurricane named Aziraphale!Series
- Part 2 of Inspired by Gleafer
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You have to do everything yourself. And by you, I mean me. Once again.
So.
For now, humans are out of the equation.
What am I left with, then?
The animals. But right now, they’re running so smoothly. Everything is doing exactly what it’s supposed to do.
So, if I rewind and take a look at just how perfect animals, humans, and angels are, I see the problem quite clearly.
Me!
I am the problem!
I’m simply too good at my job. There! It’s out in the open. I’ve said it.
And who’s going to condemn me for it? They can say what they like. I’m stating facts here.
But it’s this skill, this perfectionism, that is, quite simply... boring. And...Wait.
What is that?
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"They're naked," he blurted out.
"Not so loud!" Anthony put his hand over his mouth.
"I'm not even supposed to be watching them; I'm supposed to be guarding the eastern gate. Besides, they're always naked. Why wouldn't they be? It's really warm in here."
The demon looked at him and removed the other's hand from his mouth.
"Doesn't Eden only have the eastern gate?" he asked.
"Yes, that's why I'm guarding it."
The two exchanged a long glance, and it was Aziraferal who broke eye contact, chuckling as he looked back at the humans.
“They are beautiful,” he whispered.
“Do you think so?” Anthony stepped closer and also looked at the people.
“I prefer the stars and my nebulae.” -
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A small, harmless story about ducks, communication, habits, the intervention of a dark force, the power of words, and cats. On this beautiful day, Crowley probably hadn't anticipated that he would have to put his plan into action quite differently than expected, and that he would not only have to experience more angelic closeness, but also share it. And, as is often the case, he had only himself to blame.
There are more elegant ways than running. You could make an excuse."
"Really? Okay. I have two chocolates left, and now I know what that does to you. Just for you, I'd eat them very slowly and noisily, but listen! Was that a customer? Woe is me! Didn't I lock up? That scoundrel!"
Crowley smirked at this truly pathetic attempt.
“That’s the best you can offer me? I expected more,” he teased the other, and Aziraphale shrugged.
“I’ve always worked best under pressure,” the angel explained.
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