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    It was Crowley, Crowley, finally inside him, after so many centuries of wanting. It was Crowley, making him tremble and then making him come. He had more than any angel -- any mortal -- could ever have dreamed of, and it was the worst kind of avarice to want for more.

    (And yet.)

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    24 May 2024

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    FANDOM AU! • Crowley is a BNF fic writer, and Aziraphale is a lurking artist who might be just a little parasocially in love with him. How they ever became friends is beyond him, but here they are: One month out from Prophet Con, and Crowley is asking him to be his boyfriend. Just for the weekend, of course.

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    17 Apr 2024

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    It starts in Eden and ends the spring after the Notocalypse. Friendship! Romance! They get to have fun! And then they get chewed up physically and emotionally, I don't make the rules, that's just life! Job satisfaction porn! No smut! Abusive work environments! Weaponized customer service!The Guardian Angel of Queers, and Soho, and Crowley! Perfect for downloading and reading when you have the flu! Author writes well but cannot write dust jacket copy to save her life!

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    01 Apr 2024

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    "Look, the whole of London's cracking up," she told him. "I'm finding it hard enough to work as it is without my commute being screwed up by the buses going on strike, and half my books turning into birds. That angel is wrecking everything, but in particular, my life - and you're too busy hating yourself to open your eyes and deal with it. I'm telling you, it has to stop."

    "Is that all still happening?" Crowley said vaguely. "But I found him."

    "Oh my God, you can tell you don't commute," Anathema said. "The buses went on strike, Mr. Crowley."

    "That's perfectly normal for London. You'll learn."

    "You're not listening! Not the drivers, the buses. They're organising - meeting in secret, holding little candlelight vigils. Nobody else really knows what's going on - everyone's just assuming it's, like, general TfL incompetence or something - but it's only a matter of time. So what are you going to do about it?"

    "Er... have they submitted a list of their demands?" Crowley said helplessly.

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    20 Feb 2024

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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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    16 Feb 2024