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My latest fic is now complete! Rated E, 71K words, angst with a happy ending. See below for a sample and a link to read the whole story.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale was on his way out the door to drive to London at dawn when he realized he was still wearing the clothes from the night before. In disgust, he turned back around and went upstairs to change. He threw on a simple linen shirt and khakis. A mad hope overtook him as he stood at his wardrobe and he hastily packed an overnight bag. Then, he realized he would have no way to park his car when he got to London, so he quickly ordered a rideshare. Half-baked plans were swirling in his overstimulated and sleep-starved brain. Crowley wouldn’t answer his phone so Aziraphale would go to him. All he wanted to do was explain. If Crowley wouldn’t let him explain, then that was his prerogative, but Aziraphale could at least see his face one last time. The rideshare notification dinged. Aziraphale had to blink back tears and steady his voice to give directions.

He dozed on the way to London. Uncharacteristically, he had not planned what he was going to say. He was bone tired, for one, but also he had no idea if Crowley would even see him. This was his last attempt to make things right. All he could do was show up and try.

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Crowley went for a walk that morning. The flat stank of stale whiskey and heartbreak. Still, he’d left a note outside his door. He was an optimist, after all.

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Aziraphale spotted him, all in black with his hands in his disheveled red hair, on a bench in the park where his note said he would be. Fear nearly rooted Aziraphale to the ground but love compelled him forward. He could see him, talk to him, there he was. It was already more than he’d dared hope. He approached Crowley cautiously. Somehow, he found his voice. “Will you let me explain?”

Crowley turned his head but kept his gaze on the ground. “Go ahead,” he said in a low and gravelly voice.

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"Just So", a fic for BoobOmens event week!

A little something I wrote for Boob Omens! Poetic prose PWP with tons of wlw ineffable wives in Austen Era.

Written for WAMEN WEEK, an event celebrating the 8008 user joining us on the goblin den that's @goodomensafterdark ♥

Thank you, @isiaiowin, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon and u/crowcoded for the amazing beta!

Title: Just So

Link: Read here!

Excerpt: It was only a few moments later when Crowley fell to her knees. She was a sight to behold. Her sunglasses had fallen crooked on her face, her mouth and chin covered in smeared lipstick, and she panted, begged. Her hands enveloped Aziraphale's thighs like a prayer.

TW/CW: None.

One thing that really gets me about the opening with angel Crowley is that he's not just excited by how beautiful his stars are, or how fun the process of creation is, or how impressed he's made Aziraphale. He’s not in it for the glory or the aesthetics. He’s actually horrified by the idea that the universe will just be "fancy wallpaper" in the future, even though Aziraphale assures him that humans will "marvel" at his creations.

What Crowley loves about his stars is their potential. He is building, essentially, a nursery. Most of the universe's stars, he explains to Aziraphale, will come pre-aged--but his are just starting out! After they're given time to grow, who knows what could happen! Good or bad, black holes or new constellations—there are so many possible futures ahead of them, and Crowley can’t wait to see what happens.

And then Aziraphale tells him that he knows what will happen: those stars will never grow up. They will never shine or burn out or implode or become anything new. They’ll be destroyed before they get the chance.

"You can't kill kids."

“Whose side are you on?” “God’s, of course!” “Same God that wants me to whack the kids?”

"People die." "They do, don't they?"

“Great pustulant mangled bollocks to the Great blasted Plan!”

"Don't test them to destruction."

"It's always too late."

"Nothing lasts forever." "No, I don't suppose it does."

This fear has been chasing Crowley since before the beginning. It’s what caused his first doubts, put the first traces of gray in his wings. He’s been raging at the futility of watching beautiful, complex things be damned or destroyed for his entire existence, and that’s why he seems to the audience and to Aziraphale to be a mess of contradictions.

He loves to follow the trends of the times, but he clings to his classic car in an era of planned obsolescence for vehicles. He lives in an ultra-modern flat, but finds his greatest comfort in the unchanging security of aziraphale’s old shop. He hates the idea of killing children, but is willing to see a child die if it preserves the rest of the universe and foils the Great Plan. He “goes too fast,” but his most unique and notable power is that he’s learned to stop time.

Crowley hates predestination. He hates divine intervention and the removal of agency. Crowley, the architect of free will, is constantly torn between his love of change and choice and potential and his terror that everything will be destroyed by an unstoppable, incomprehensible higher power. That’s his driving conflict in the way that Aziraphale’s is learning to find his own path without following Heaven’s rules, and I am fascinated to see how it resolves.

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Tattooed forearms anyone?

Here's a little something I was inspired to draw after writing Poetry Carved in Flesh chapter 6 (I'll update it soon I promise 🤍).

thought about relaxed viera ears becoming completely floppy..

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Oh boy oh boy...

Being stuck in a time loop for so long, you remember it clearly. And the loop was on the day she rejected you too. You didn’t have to, as it will loop back anyway, but you responded as you always did. You can already hear her rejection in your mind. “Ah it’s okay I-” “Sure why not.”

You made a deal to be immortal. After countless eons and the end of a universe, you finally taste breathable air again. You lived through another big bang and landed on a new world. Ready to start anew.

How to get yourself a demon husband: A step by step tutorial

A Little Life - Chapter 10 - Some of You

Rated: E, Words ~66k/~71k. 10/12 Chapters. Read the tags!

Chapter Excerpt (Read on AO3):

Ezra watched him and tried to take comfort in the fact that Anthony was enjoying himself. He didn’t know what timeline Anthony was in today, but it did not matter. Not really. The most Ezra asked for now was that Anthony was happy on whatever day he believed it to be. That he was safe in whatever time of his life he was reliving. That the reality his mind had settled in that morning was somewhere Anthony was glad to be.

For now, he was glad to be in St. James', feeding ducks, Ezra beside him.

That had to be enough.

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Summary:

When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written in the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

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A huge thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community. And an extra special thanks to @hakunahistata and @the-literal-kj for beta'ing this story. Finally, a huge thanks to @fuzzygoblin for the song prompt that inspired this work