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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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    “Group project,” the blond guy chirped. “We’re partners.”

    “Fuck,” Crowley said.

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    01 Apr 2026

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    Aziraphale saw him sometimes in all-staff meetings, sitting toward the front but off to the side, lounging against a wall. Even then, he’d had style—wings tipped in gold and face painted with gold flakes in the pattern of the first constellation he designed. He was amazing, and eye-catching, and it was no exaggeration to say that he did not know Aziraphale even existed.

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    01 Apr 2026

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    It was the dead of night now, and Anthony wandered barefoot through the orchard, lantern in hand and his faithful Alsatian, Bentley, loping at his heels. Moonlight filtered through the leafy canopy, casting everything in a dim, silvery glow. Soon the apples would be ripe for harvest, autumn bringing its comforting ritual of picking, pressing, filtering and fermenting. Anthony paused by a tree, running his fingers over the bark, and inhaled deeply the scent of wood, of grass and dew and the sweetness of night. The orchard had stood for generations, and here it was now, safe in his care. This was home. This was his sanctuary. Whatever came his way in life, this would always be here for him.

     

    Anthony Crowley is a farm owner with an old injury, a prickly temper, and a young new farmhand to raise alongside his flock. Ezra Fell is a former Oxford scholar who retired far sooner than he would have liked, finding himself in the idyllic village of Taddesfild. After a tense first meeting, they soon discover they are more alike than different.
    An English countryside AU, set very loosely somewhere around the 1800s.

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    01 Apr 2026

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    There was a certain look that Aziraphale wore occasionally—a pinched sort of moue that looked like he’d just taken a very large mouthful of cinnamon—which meant he thought Crowley was being ridiculous. He had put it on.

     

    “Hang on,” he had said. “You want us to do human things?”

     

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    If you're going to go native, you might as well go all the way.

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    01 Apr 2026