Newt: can you teach me how to hoe?
Crowley: rude.
Crowley: *sips tea*
Crowley: but yes.
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(Yet another work that I want to turn into a print, but for now it’s on my ~Redbubble~)
14Aziraphale: dear?
Crowley: mm, yes angel?
Aziraphale: I don’t recall, was it your side or mine that was responsible for that musical in the 60s
Crowley: what musical is that?
Aziraphale: the one about Joseph
Crowley: wasn’t my lot, they don’t know enough about modern music to pull something like that off
Aziraphale: hm. I don’t recall being responsible…although it does seem like an attempt to get the youth interested in scripture
Crowley: the music isn’t really your style though, it’s kind of just all over the place
Aziraphale: you’re right, perhaps for mass appeal?
Crowley: it sounds more like some poor bugger was trying too hard for it to seem human so they just thought, “hey what would humans like”
Aziraphale: …and shoved it all together
Crowley: and assumed no one would notice…
*both turn to each other with resigned expressions*
Aziraphale and Crowley: Gabriel
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Summary: Aziraphale is distressed when Crowley won’t admit to saying ‘I love you’ … even though he’s been saying it for weeks. (1559 words)
Read on AO3.
“I love you.”
“What?” Aziraphale looks up from his plate of crepes and across the table at Crowley busy buttering his slice of toast and, by all outward appearances, paying Aziraphale absolutely no mind.
“Hmm?” Crowley mutters, setting his first slice aside and starting on his second.
“Wh—what did you say?”
“When?”
“Just now?” Aziraphale glances around the dining room on the off chance someone else is about, maybe hiding in the shadows.
Someone who … loves him?
“Would you please pass the marmalade?” Crowley asks, extending a hand.
Aziraphale’s brow crinkles, curious how in the world he heard I love you if Crowley asked for the marmalade. None of those words sound even remotely alike!
“Yes,” Aziraphale says, handing the marmalade jar across the table. “Of course.”
“Thanks.”
“Is … is that what you said?”
“When?”
Aziraphale sighs in exasperation. “Just now?”
“Yeah. Why?” Crowley’s eyes meet Aziraphale’s. “Did you hear something else?”
Aziraphale holds Crowley’s gaze several long minutes before he decides he’s being ridiculous. Crowley has never exactly been shy about any of his feelings. If he loved Aziraphale, he’d simply come out and say it.
Obviously, that’s not the case here.
“No,” Aziraphale lies, returning to his crepes, his appetite gone. “No, I … I heard nothing.”
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Day 16: Church
I wanted to go for something softer, and as soon as I saw the church theme, this scene in Good Omens was all I could think of. They are the most precious little beans, my dear ineffable husbands. 💕28
A periodic reminder that I have some Good Omens fics out there (
because Good Omens has completely taken over my life).All are Aziraphale/Crowley, all are rated Teen. You can also find these stories on LiveJournal and Dreamwidth, in addition to the AO3 links that follow:
“I have spent all my years in believing you”
It turns out that retired demons make terrible patients, and that retired angels aren’t the best nursemaids.
Somehow, they muddle through.
“the lost and the unloved babe”
Hastur discovers Crowley’s betrayal on the fields of Megiddo–and Warlock is the one who pays the price.
Crowley will never admit, not even under threat of holy water, that he actually likes Christmas.
An ongoing series based on the premise that Aziraphale and Crowley have a child they’ve secretly been raising together throughout the centuries. WIP, currently 3 stories have been posted.
“in the days when lands were few”
Crowley remembers each of their names.
“I Try And Mend The Broken Pieces”
A demon and his godson on a rainy afternoon in the South Downs.
The bus ride to London is distressingly quiet.
“love is anywhere you’re bound to be"
Crowley cast him a sidelong glance. "You’re hardly one to talk about torrid love affairs, Mr. Shacked-Up-With-Oscar-Wilde-For-Twenty-Years."
This time will be different, Aziraphale thinks. This time, Crowley will remember.
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Legend has it that in the Late Middle Ages, the artist behind the creation of this window was out on a stroll through a secluded glen, when there was a sudden, blinding flash of light. When his vision returned, an angel stood before him. The angel said, “Be not afraid. But if you would kindly leave immediately, I would very much appreciate it.” The artist fled and was said to have been granted a blessed life.
Many who visit the Church of the Blushing Angel, as it has been colloquially named, also claim to have been blessed. Though it is a small, out of the way church, many couples looking to be wed search it out for this very reason.
Scholars argue over the meaning of the details in the glass. Why is the angel blushing? Why does it appear the angel was in the midst of a picnic? Is the serpent’s tail meant to convey the evil of the Earthly pleasures that surround it? The more rebellious amongst them suggest the window portrays a friendly meal shared between good and evil or even, perhaps, something more intimate given their proximity.
372The year is 2025. Aziraphale calmly looks into the barrel of an assault rifle aimed at his face as a bunch of ISIS soldiers surround him. One soldier steps forward speaking English:
Soldier: You’ve been tricked, Mr. Fell. You thought you were spreading peace by coming here to do business, and you have really walked right into our trap and now we will kill yo—
*Bad Guy by Billie Eilish starts blasting from nowhere as Crowley strolls in casually*
Crowley: Sorry Im late babe I’m here to save you!
Soldier: What the fuck.
Aziraphale, who has heard this song 6 million times already, and is seriously considering discorporaring himself: What the fuck.
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