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    Good Omens!AU. Mycroft trades favours and requests that Lestrade keep an eye out for his current vessel's little brother. Lestrade begins to suspect that having to babysit the impossible Sherlock Holmes is all just a new stage in the technical if highly one-sided war that he's been waging against Mycroft's influence, an opening salvo from Mycroft against his sanity, maybe.

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    “Alfred,” Darcy began dangerously. “Why does Arthur Kirkland believe that we’re together?”

    Al shrugged. “I have no idea. But he seems to have gotten it into his head that we are, shall we say, an item, and is attempting to react accordingly.” He gave her a pleading look. “Darce. Please help me out here?”

    And that was how Darcy found herself agreeing to meet England in a week’s time.

     

    OR: The one in which Darcy gains a fake relationship, and solves everyone's problems.

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    The Thursday that Darcy Lewis went missing, many things happened. The first thing was that Wanda and Pietro realized that Darcy had gone missing, and they subsequently alerted the rest of the Avengers.

    The second thing came in the form of a demand to see the Avengers, as made by one Alfred F. Jones.

     

     

    OR: The one in which Darcy doesn't quite get Thursdays, and Al Jones freaks out with Wanda.

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    Here’s the thing about power. It isn’t always blunt. It permeates the air, and seeps in through the cracks. Darcy learned how to make her power subtle, long ago, from a woman who had been raised on the old stories.

     

    Or: the one in which Darcy Lewis is a witch with witchy friends, and literally no one figures it out until she's bluntly informed them of this fact.

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    Short Stories in Finder Verse -
    WARNING: may contain crossovers into various fandoms, crack, angst, fluff and porn but mostly crack. Basically it's like a crackhouse.

    A/N - as the summary was getting ridiculously long so the first chapter is an index.

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    It starts with headaches, and it ends in a clusterfuck. So, business as usual, Apocalypse-wise.

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    These are the consequences of surviving immortality in one piece.

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    Crowley has started to take a proprietary interest in Aziraphale's bookshop.

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    The Aether isn't a threat just to Earth, but to the entire universe.

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    The moment the Tesseract turned itself on, Coulson dialled the number that would make the following call untraceable, and phoned Darcy Lewis.

    Against a mutual threat, sometimes even angels and demons are willing to form a temporary alliance.

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    Her name isn’t really Darcy, of course: her true name is something much older and a damn lot more powerful.

    Norse gods weren't the only supernatural beings in New Mexico when Thor was there.

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    好預兆AU 惡魔!Harry/天使!Merlin

    6/22/2015 修訂

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    The next thing he spots is a pair of narrowed eyes glaring at him from between some nearby shelves. They watch Castiel like he's about to attack the books and start shredding them at any moment.

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    The shop that he steps carefully into is quiet save for the tiny bell that jingles as the door swings shut. He glances around quickly, taking in the warm lighting, the shelves lined and piled and stacked with books of all ages. There's a new paperback peeking out from behind a tome that must be at least a few centuries old, all crackled spine and warped, yellow pages.

    The musty odor that surrounds him is not unpleasant, but it wraps so thickly around him that Castiel has to take a few moments to discreetly cough into his elbow. Something flickers in his peripheral vision, and he turns in time to get another glimpse of sweater through several haphazard stacks of what look like dictionaries.

    The next thing he spots is a pair of narrowed eyes glaring at him from between some nearby shelves. They watch Castiel like he's about to attack the books and start shredding them at any moment. He runs his fingers across the titles of several covers on the shelf before him, reading them halfheartedly. A low huff comes from their owner.

    When Castiel picks up one of the books - a bible from 1603 - the shopkeeper sighs loudly in an irritated manner, like Castiel has committed some grievous offense for daring to consider a purchase.

    It is the confirmation he needs, and he lets his grace settle placidly throughout the room.

    The eyes narrow quite a bit more. He puts the book back.

    "Aziraphale," Castiel says and steps around the bookshelf to meet the other angel face-to-face.

    Aziraphale doesn't so much as grin, only stares at Castiel with a look of mild annoyance. "Why are you here?"

    The other angel did not smile, so neither does Castiel. He feels it though, deep in his vessel's bones, an emotion he does not know how to classify. "Brother. I cannot come for a visit?"

    "None of you ever do. What has happened this time? Because if it's about the Antichrist, that's been handled already. Quite some time ago, too, I might add-"

    "Aziraphale, that is not why I am here."

    That catches his attention. The older angel's eyes are no longer thinned, the man's gaze centered fully on Castiel and what he might want. A small nudge of grace prompts Castiel to continue, and the feeling of a smile persists even if it is tinged with worry.

    "The Righteous Man has been saved, and the Seals are being broken. Your assistance is needed."

    Aziraphale's face, previously blank as a clean slate, slides into a frown. "I thought the Righteous Man wasn't supposed to be for quite some time. We've only just stopped one apocalypse, another shouldn't be starting-"

    "Circumstances have changed." Castiel knows the answer isn't enough, knows that he has his own doubts even as he tries to stop Aziraphale's. Dean's face, his plea for Castiel not to make him torture, not to return him to the state he had been in during his last hours in the Pit, flashes before the younger angel's eyes even as Uriel's betrayal stings in his mind. He looks away from Aziraphale, lest he see Castiel's doubts.

    He thinks he may have failed when Aziraphale's voice, softer, comforting, breaks the silence. "Very well then. We must get to work with all haste." A hand lands on Castiel's shoulder and he returns his gaze to meet the other angel's, eyes hard and clear.

    Aziraphale looks all too understanding for Castiel to be entirely comfortable. His face too sympathetic. "Do not fear, Castiel," Aziraphale murmurs. "All will be well."

    Aziraphale stopped an apocalypse. Aziraphale has seen the Garden and guarded it's gates. Aziraphale knows so much more than Castiel, knows Earth so much better for all the time he has spent on it, more than almost any other angel. He can do nothing but believe him.

    And when Aziraphale smiles, just a small upturn of the corners of his mouth before he walks into the recesses of his bookshop, Castiel may or may not return it when he's not looking.

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    A while ago, they have divided the states between the sides. Nevada was easy, so was Georgia. They had a squabble over New York, of course, but it had been resolved without unnecessary violence (and with very little necessary violence, really). Both sides decided to stay the fuck out of Los Angeles, because this city was just really, really too full of weird types, they were doing quite fine on their own.

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    A while ago, they have divided the states between the sides. Nevada was easy, so was Georgia. They had a squabble over New York, of course, but it had been resolved without unnecessary violence (and with very little necessary violence, really). Both sides decided to stay the fuck out of Los Angeles, because this city was just really, really too full of weird types, they were doing quite fine on their own.

    When neutral ground was needed, they met in Montana, where it was damn hard to corrupt or inspire anyone anyway; when you deal with cows' manure on the daily basis, you don't really have much time for the Principalities and Absolutes.

    And there was a bar in Montana, where the waitress never asked questions, and served really good fries.

    "I think I liked you more as a blonde," Castiel said absently, reaching for his handkerchief (some bodies came with benefits), and giving his glass a cleaning before he filled it up with soda.

    Ruby rolled her eyes. "We're not here for you to Queer-eye me. We're here to compare notes and discuss progress. And for god's sake, excuse my french, why am I the responsible one now?"

    Castiel sighed. It seemed like they were stuck in the same conversation for centuries now. Probably because they really were.

    "I wouldn't call sleeping with Sam WInchester being the responsible one."

    Well, fine, the argument was beyond childish, but honestly, he hadn't had a chance to smite anyone lately, and it was beginning to annoy him. The whole thing was taking too long. Maybe they should have gone with Plan A and just did the whole trumpets and trombones shtick. Of course, that involved the Riders, and he preferred not to do that. Any appearance by them was like a rock concert without the good music.

    Ruby gave him a long look. Occasionally, he envied demons the possibility of taking on female bodies, they seemed perfect for throwing the pitying, smarter-than-you looks.

    "At least I'm doing something. You just bring the creepy back."

    "Excuse me?"

    "Guardian angel routine is not fooling anyone. You just like to watch him sleep."

    Castiel threw a fry at her. "I've sent him to see the past," he pointed out, with all the dignity he could muster. Which, admittedly, after throwing fries like a third-grader, wasn't much.

    "Right. Because messing with Dean Winchester's head is so difficult. Please," she twirled a lock of her hair around her finger. "Can you actually mess up with something that messed up without completely straightening it out?"

    "Is this zen?" he asked suspiciously. He had a fondness for cryptic, yes, but he didn't trust the zen crap.

    "Nah, some emo poetry," she muttered, viciously dipping her fry in ketchup. "Had to brush up on some of it, before going in to deal with Winchesters."

    He sighed again. "They do seem a tad... dysfunctional," he ventured, and she rolled her eyes at him.

    "I liked your previous body better, too, you know?" she muttered. "Less prone to understatements."

    He straightened his tie, hurt somehow. "I'm much more comfortable like this, thank you very much." The previous body was a... mistake. They had all known the tendency of the residual personality and habits of the host to influence the new inhabitant, of course, but... well, he still had cravings for pot, even now, and that was just plain not fair.

    "Winchesters," he pointed out, getting back on track.

    "Yeah," she nodded, pursing her lips. "Still messed up."

    "Ruby."

    She sighed. "Sam is getting stronger, and we're getting closer. Of course, now that Dean's back, it's much harder to manipulate him."

    "We knew it was a risk."

    "Yes, that's why you're on Dean's ass. Literally, I hope."

    "What?" He straightened up, and glared at her. Didn't work. It never had.

    "Well, you have no idea how easy it got to have Sam do what I wanted him to do once he was getting some."

    "I'm not sure I like what you're implying," he told her primly, and she grinned.

    "Methinks the angel doth protest too much," she reached for her bag, taking out her wallet. "My turn to pay, right? Okay, precis of the meeting: Winchesters are fucked up. Castiel's homework: fuck up with Dean more. Or just fuck Dean, whichever suits you, angel."

    "I won't even respond to that."

    She shrugged. "Promises, promises."

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    Crowley’s not happy that Dean and Sam screwed up at Carthage.

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    lol

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    To the Winchesters, Aziraphale was just another angel who died.

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    Crowley used to be a very amiable bloke. In fact, he used to be downright pleasant to most of the people he met, human, demon and creature of Purgatory alike. He had to be likeable; he was King of the Crossroads. Crowley would smile, and he would laugh, and he would find pleasure in the simple things, and everybody knew it. Most denizens of Hell referred to him as strange, or said that he’d gone native. They also knew that he was especially friendly with a certain angel named Aziraphale, one with blonde curls and a cheeky, dimpled grin; who owned a bookstore in London that the demon frequented and who had a collection of terrible sweater-vests. Crowley’s guilty pleasure was the time he spent together with the being who became his angel. His angel was kind, caring, loyal and just a wee bit prudish, but six thousand years of friendship makes one familiar with each other.

    Aziraphale was always too curious for his own good, and was always too damn honest. Especially when it came to repaying his debts, and especially when said debt was to one of his favourite brothers, namely the huge-winged seraph named Castiel. Castiel and Aziraphale had been joined at the metaphorical hip since they both came into creation, and when Aziraphale was stationed on Earth, Castiel saved his life more than once. The blonde angel had never been able to pay off that debt, so he began by giving information to the Winchester brothers on a hunt of theirs. Winchesters, naturally distrusting of angels, made the meeting as short and precise as possible; Aziraphale obliged because he knew how much the Winchesters meant to Castiel, who was falling slowly but surely.

    Crowley secretly loved the honest streak in Aziraphale, the way the angel would find it difficult to lie or even twist his words around like most angels could, but sometimes it got out of hand. Crowley had never hated Aziraphale’s honesty more than he had when Aziraphale tried to pay off his debt to Castiel. The Winchesters were battling rogue angels, Castiel was unable to reach them and so Aziraphale had done the only thing he could – jumped in front of Sam and took the blow from Remiel, smiled gently as the light escaped from his eyes and mouth; still smiled as his Grace was scattered into a million protons and neutrons and the remnants of his wings burnt into the ground beneath him. The Winchesters were grateful, but within days they’d forgotten about the nameless angel who died for them.

    Crowley had felt it the moment Aziraphale’s light went out, the constant presence on Earth for over six millennia, and he felt it down into his core, where the fallen angel still resided, and it let out a soul-crushing, universe-collapsing, heart-breaking scream. Crowley was too late when he arrived at Aziraphale’s side, seeing his angel, his only companion, his love, his best friend, his partner in crime, his lover and his, his, his, dead and gone forever. His laments had rippled for miles, the souls of humans and animals alike had gone completely quiet as they heard the pained yells of a broken man. The demon had stroked the angel’s cold face, pushed the curls back from his unseeing eyes and traced his jawline; he couldn’t bear to shut those eyes that he’d gazed into so many times, those eyes with the ever-present crinkles at the side, because if he shut those eyes they’d never sparkle at him again and Zira would be gone, gone, gone forever and Crowley couldn’t do that. Zira was good, he was kind and perfect and a bit of a romantic idiot at times, but there was no way that Aziraphale could be dead before Crowley, an angel could be dead before a demon, and this was not right. Crowley screamed to the heavens, cursing and pleading with his father in his home language, the fallen angel in him crying out for his dead brethren. Days passed in a stupor, minutes and hours and seconds blending together in one endless blur until the rational part of Crowley was forced to admit what he never wanted to know: Aziraphale was dead, and he wasn’t coming back.

    With a shaky hand, Crowley shut the angel’s eyes and wiped the saline that had fallen down, layered and encrusted on his face. He gently picked up the angel’s body (dead weight, head flopping back at an unnatural angle and it shouldn’t be doing that) and teleported them back to Aziraphale’s bookshop. He placed the empty vessel in the middle of the shop, and then lit it. As the second all-consuming fire raged in Fell’s Books, Crowley returned and placed a single purple heliotrope between the two burnt scorch marks.

    Then, with a stony face and a mind set on revenge, Crowley shed his yellow eyed-vessel in search for a new one, planning every which way he could kill the Winchesters.

    Because to them, Aziraphale was just another angel, but to Crowley, he was his everything.

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    Crowley had never exactly Fallen, not like others had. It was more of a process that hadn't finished until the 20th century, which he can't recall as well as he would like.
    And now Sam Winchester is going to try and reverse it all.

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    They should've never left England.

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    They’d called up the other Crowley. The one from England.
    Well, Crowley had called up the other Crowley, anyway. He figured if the Serpent of Eden couldn’t decipher Mother Monster’s nasty scribbling, nobody else could.
    What Castiel wasn’t expecting, though; was Aziraphale showing up, too.
    The first thing the Principality had done was comment on the furnishing. This wouldn’t have been odd, except they were in a torture chamber. Aziraphale thought the blood was decorative.
    The second thing he did was offer to make some tea. Castiel felt like he was back in Heaven’s family reunions again. He shuddered.
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    “Oh Castiel, dear, are you quite alright? I’ll fix you a cup of coffee, if you’d like, that looked like quite the stress.” Said Aziraphale, supporting his younger brother against his chest.
    He’d always known tagging along with Crowley was the way to go. Naturally, something would go terribly wrong like all plans involving Crowley usually did (he still resented that awful stain from the coffee machine), and a plan with two Crowleys? Well, that couldn’t possibly be good news, either. Although the hunter boys and Castiel did do a good job averting Apocalypse 2.0 (Now with less moody Antichrists!). But there was still a lack of trust as far as he was concerned.
    “I’m fine,” Castiel managed to say between gasps. The poor thing, he was just trying to fix things around Heaven. Not that Aziraphale visited too often, but he’d heard the place had gone to the dumps after the Archangels started dying.
    “Are you sure, because you don’t look too-“
    And then there was something like a flash of bright light flying out the door again and, instead of hitting Castiel, aiming straight for the Principality.
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    Coming to America had been a terrible idea.
    Crowley had been perfectly comfortable in his little South Downs refuge with Aziraphale until the other Crowley (the one who wasn’t angel stock) came knocking at his door asking something he could’ve perfectly asked of Lillith.
    Oh wait, that bitch was dead. Well done, hunter boys.
    So he packed his metaphorical bags (occult beings don’t need bags) and took his metaphorical plane to The Promise Land. Oh, and Aziraphale had come along too.
    Of course he’d had to fawn over his little angel brother the entire time.
    And then he got himself hit with a full blast of souls. Lovely.
    Crowley (the snake one) rushed over to where Aziraphale had toppled along with Castiel in a matter of seconds. He shoved the other angel out of the way, earning quite a nasty look from both the hunter brothers, and shook his angel violently, not panicking at all.
    He’d never been more relieved when Aziraphale opened his eyes.
    He’d never been more devastated when he realized they weren’t Aziraphale’s eyes.
    “Angel?” He whispered, already knowing the answer. It still hurt when it came, though.
    Not-Aziraphale hoisted himself up and grinned from ear to ear, “Even better.”
    “Who’re you?” Crowley heard from behind him. One of the Winchesters, he couldn’t remember what his name was, but was dead envious that he had to courage to ask what his stupid, speechless mouth couldn’t.
    “We are the Leviathan,” not-Aziraphale said, examining his (their?) surroundings, “And we…” he (they?) paused and held up Aziraphale’s scarf (a bit bloody from leaning on Castiel), “Oh my, is this tartan? Honestly, I’m having second thoughts about not talking the dirty-looking one,” he pointed vaguely to Castiel.
    “But you didn’t… you left Castiel and went to Aziraphale… why?” the other Crowley that wasn’t a snake had joined in the conversation and suddenly snake Crowley felt very cowardly.
    “Are you kidding me, have you seen his nails? Gorgeous, not a scratch on them,” all he (they) got as a response was a dry stare, “Oh fine. You know, angelic corporations, much more durable than pain old human vessels. In fact, this one might only explode in a week. Mr. Gosh-I-Should-Really-Get-To-Shaving over there? An hour, at most.”
    “You…” snake Crowley’s voice finally, finally, finally reaches him.
    “Ah, he speaks!” not-Aziraphale closes his glasses and tosses them aside, “Surely, you can be more coherent, dear.”
    “Don’t you dare call me ‘dear’” he hissed, “Where’s Aziraphale?”
    Not-Aziraphale takes a few steps forward and there are worrying black veins sprouting from his neck. He (they) doesn’t stop until he’s face to face with snake Crowley, “Oh, I dunno. Out there.”
    Crowley reaches out and grabs not-Aziraphale by his shirt collar, their faces only centimetres apart, “Bring. Aziraphale. Back,” he says in a low snarl.
    “Oh, honey, that’s adorable,” not-Aziraphale taps him on the chin and gives him the most disarming smile, “You say it like he’s still alive.”

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    Eli Grant: Hunter. Pain-in-the-Ass. Abomination. And now, Heavenly Appointed Bodyguard to the two idiots who just might bring about the apocalypse. Falling for a blue-eyed angel? That was not part of the plan.

     

    Alternate Seasons 4 - 6

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    Bookmarker's Notes

    If y'all like Cas x OC and canon divergence this is it

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