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    At their first holiday party together, the archival assistants play snog, marry, avoid. It brings up things Martin would rather it hadn't.

    5+1 kinda formula - going through the seasons with every office party this shitty institute throws. slow burn..... 5 parties they didn't and one they did you all know the drill. pining with a happy ending.

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    24 Jan 2020

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    “Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault.

    Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap.

    When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks.

    Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

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    31 Aug 2019

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    “Oh angel,” Crowley sighs, “everyone gets lonely.”

    Aziraphale wants to disagree because that can’t be right. True for humans, maybe, but not God. Not demons who feed off malcontent, or angels who are cut from Love itself. He stands and leans over Crowley’s prone body. The sheets are cool against his palms as he settles them on either side of Crowley’s shoulders, and Aziraphale hears a quiet catch of breath below him.

    “And you?” he asks, “Are you lonely?”

    A muscle in Crowley’s jaw flickers. He murmurs, “Yes,” and Aziraphale hates the admission as soon as it’s out.

    “Even when I’m here with you?”

    “Especially when you’re here with me.”
    //
    “Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault.

    Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap.

    When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks.

     

    Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

    Crowley smiles, bittersweet and fond all at once, and Aziraphale resists the compulsion to lean in and kiss him clean of sorrow.
    //
    “You always know where to find me,” he says, and watches Crowley sit back against his seat, “how do you always know?” The reasons need to be said out loud, and Aziraphale wants never to hear it out loud. He’s afraid of what the answer might be, is desperate to have it acknowledged, and isn’t sure whether he wants Crowley’s silence or his concessions, more.

    Crowley is expressionless for a split second, then he shrugs indifferently. “Luck of the devil.”

    “No,” Aziraphale says.

    “Told you I’m selfish.”

    “That’s not it, either.”

    “No,” Crowley mutters, “it’s not.” He pushes his uneaten homity pie toward Aziraphale and sets his elbow on the table, rude , and his chin on his fist.
    //
    The colour blindness likely isn’t as pronounced as an actual snake’s vision, but Aziraphale thinks back to Crowley’s art, the cosmos lit in breathtaking spectrums of light and matter and texture, and Aziraphale mourns.

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    A series of ficlets about Human!AU Crowley and Aziraphale
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    Everything that was broken has
    forgotten its brokenness. I live
    now in a sky-house, through every
    window the sun. Also your presence.
    Our touching, our stories. Earthy
    and holy both. How can this be, but
    it is. Every day has something in
    it whose name is Forever.

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    10 Aug 2019

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    God should not have built them with such discrepancy, made them need for love, and long for wholeness, then left them to their own devices.

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    27 Jul 2019

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    Later, in the Bentley, Crowley mutters, “Sorry I, er... pushed you.”

    “That’s all right. Sorry I called you nice.”

    “That’s all right.”

    Aziraphale looks over at Crowley with his big, expressive eyes and says quietly, “Promise me we’ll save it.”

    “You know I can’t.”

    “I know,” Aziraphale says, “say it anyways.” It isn’t easy for Aziraphale, he’s meant to be unconditionally obedient, but Crowley has seen the weight of uncertainty grow in his mind over the years. Aziraphale knows what his defiance might cost in the end, and Crowley couldn’t bear to see him removed from God’s love.

    “Yeah I promise,” Crowley mutters, meaning I promise I won’t let anything happen to you.

    “Oh Crowley,” Aziraphale sighs like he heard it out loud anyways, and Crowley doesn’t know what that means . Aziraphale doesn’t explain, simply leans his head against the window, blonde wisps are smashed flat against the glass and he closes his eyes. Bentley keeps trying to turn on Tracy Chapman’s Fast Car because it’s stuck in Crowley’s head, and he can’t deal with this too, right now. The sun passing through the Sussex trees cast shadows that belt greedily over Aziraphale’s body in great black slurs. It’s all Crowley can do to keep from reaching over in a futile attempt to wipe them away.

    //

    Crowley puts his head in his hands and starts crying. He should have just kidnapped Aziraphale and taken him to Alpha Centauri. Sure he would have hated Crowley for it for the rest of eternity, but at least he’d still exist, and damn it! That’s just SO like Aziraphale. Why did he have to be so damn stubborn, why did he have to go and leave Crowley all alone? What’s Crowley supposed to do with all of… all of this? All of this leftover love-- where’s he supposed to put it now?

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    Crowley confesses early, and Crowley confesses often. Aziraphale never knows quite what to say.

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    27 Jul 2019

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    "You know," he said, "I think I might end up in love with you, if I'm not careful."

    There was nothing Aziraphale could do but stare, as the Serpent turned and shimmied back down the wall of Eden.