2 Works by frogfran3
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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.)