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"So!" Aziraphale said, plopping himself down in the chair opposite. "Urophilia."
Crowley glowered at him from behind the safety of his third-best sunglasses and his mug. He hadn't slept last night — he rarely needed to, these days, preferring to spend the time lounging in bed pretending to sleep so that Aziraphale would join him — yet it was somehow still too early for this. "No," he attempted.
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25 Sep 2023
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“It’s pretty comfortable, you know.” Crowley rounds out each syllable the way he does when he’s savouring a word, biting them off - com-for-ta-ble, you know. Aziraphale starts, just a little. He’s been ... reminiscing. “This old thing.”
“I suppose you -” There’s some remark about hedonism and sin and comfort that’s always sat ill with Aziraphale, and he can’t quite finish it now. (Not with his ... recent ... voyage. Not to Crowley.) “I suppose you must be - Would you like anything?” When in doubt, dither. “Tea, biscuits - I have some of that wine you bought me back in, oh, when was it? Sixteen -”
“Angel.” It’s fond enough that it almost glows in the air between them.
After everything goes wrong, Aziraphale comes home.
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02 Sep 2023
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What You've Lost But Never Had by BlackUnicorn
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
01 Sep 2023
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Mr. Fell, for that was all everyone knew to call him, was a peculiar man. He owned the bookshop next to Frank's record shop – A. Z. Fell & Co. it was called – and it had been there for as long as anyone could remember. Why, if Frank's mother, may she rest in peace, was to be believed, the Mr. Fell who had been around when she'd opened her own establishment was the very same that was still around now, over 70 years ago. That couldn't possibly be true, of course, and yet sometimes Frank wondered. He remembered Mr. Fell, of course, from his own childhood, his own youth, the kind man living next door, a little reclusive, perhaps, but always willing to offer a cup of tea and some nice biscuits to anyone in need of a cheer-up.
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01 Sep 2023
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scherzo in f-sharp minor, for orchestra by astrhae
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
18 Jun 2024
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It was a truth universally acknowledged that an angel in possession of no memory must be in want of a wife.
No, that was the wrong book. The wrong line. Aziraphale frowned.
“What,” the gentleman before him asked, “and I mean what, are you doing here?”
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Or, two years after things fall apart, Aziraphale shows up at Crowley's doorstep without his memories. The easy part is getting it back, the hard part is getting them back together.
(Update: now featuring a cover by the wonderful @ineffableclassics!)
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17 Aug 2023
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"Really," Crowley says, and laughs, sharp and mean. "They gave you the job and not the authority to run it? Well, isn’t that a surprise. If only someone had told you."
"That's not how these things work! It's just—slow going, is all. Change takes time, Crowley."
"Sure, yeah. Climb your way up, but not too much, ey?"
"It's not about me," Aziraphale says, snappy, in that holier-than-thou voice. Crowley smiles mirthlessly, bares his teeth.
"No, you're just a tool for the greater Good, are you. How's that working out, d'you think?"
"Swimmingly, actually. The Metatron really appreciates my suggestions." He smiles—soft, wondrous, almost disbelieving. Crowley wants to scratch it out of his face. Wants to shake him until he comes to his senses and drops to his knees and begs him—
"I always knew you were naive, but not this much," he hisses. "They're going to chew you up and put you through the grinder until you can't take it anymore and then, when you finally, finally snap, they'll cast you down like they did the rest of us."
Aziraphale's eyes flick down once—to his mouth, Crowley realizes, and abruptly steps back, face prickling with shame. Shame, him. Imagine that.
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