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Aziraphale watched her figure recede down the hallway, before turning to consider the apple in his palm. It was truly a shame, he thought, that Crowley put so much of her time and care into growing and cooking the many vegetables and fruits in their garden, yet never tasted any for herself. And really, how would they have eaten a few dozen apples before they began to rot? They’d only just finished their endless-feeling supply of zucchini.
He hummed, and leaned against the counter, a plan forming in his head. Most of the apples would go to the neighbors, yes, but the rest…
(or: Aziraphale and a regressed Crowley make apple cider together.)
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And then it hit him— he almost could’ve laughed. It wasn’t anger.
Envy.
He was feeling envious of a 5-year-old. Or more accurately, envious that it wasn't him being read to by Aziraphale. Him! A demon! Jealous of a child’s storytime.
(or: Crowley's realization that he regresses, and his subsequent denial of that fact.)
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“Uhm, excuse me--”
“Oh, it’s you!” the Angel replied, a delighted smile opening on their face once they’d turned toward Aziraphale with a curious blink, and Aziraphale felt something writhe somewhere in his core, like part of him did a happy little somersault. It felt so… Nice, not only being recognized (he did tend to fly under the radar, he knew. He just had one of those faces, you know), but also being welcomed with such open joy.
“Yes. Hello! again,” Aziraphale said with a little nervous laugh, promptly wishing to smack himself. Why did he always have to be so awkward? “I, ah, I was wondering if I could--”
“Suuuuure, com’here!” the Angel replied, self assured and so very confident, the exact opposite of all Aziraphale was. They vaguely waved their hand, and a second little cloud of stardust appeared at their side, sparkling and ever churning with pink and purple hues. “The view from here is the best, get yourself comfortable!”
--Aziraphale is lucky enough to meet the nebula Angel a second time, and then a third, and then... Well. The rest is history.
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Hedonist that he is, Lestat has never particularly cared to be held to the constraints of a schedule. Louis may enjoy the routine and predictability of something as prosaic as the requirements of managing a business–one of his many little idiosyncrasies that Lestat simultaneously enjoys and is frequently irritated by–but for him? Non. He can enjoy the artistry of a well-planned ball or the satisfaction of a business deal well-struck, but he’s always enjoyed the freedom of not quite knowing what’s coming next. In a long, long life, it’s far too easy to fall into a rut and find oneself constrained to it for decades before noticing.
Even with his taste for surprise, however, Louis holding out a tiny, sooty, sniffling child is a shock he is not best pleased by.
He flicks his eyes up from the big-eyed, dripping moppet, raising a brow and feeling his lip curl slightly in distaste. The child reeks of smoke and fear and God only knows what else.
“Put it back,” he says flatly.
(AU based on the idea of Louis finding Claudia at the age of five like in the book but raising her until she's old enough to be changed) (marked complete because each chapter can stand alone but will be updated)
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