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Moonmoth



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    Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage. – E. E. Cummings

    Instead of dying in the Hellmouth, Spike finds himself thrown unceremoniously back into the past on the same day one Buffy Summers, Slayer, is Chosen.

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    Spike accidentally claims Buffy during a fight in S4's Harsh Light of Day. Whoops? But is even a mystical bond sufficient to overcome such seething hatred?

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  1. Public Bookmark 43

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    AU. Crowley catches Agnes’s last prophecy instead of Aziraphale getting it. Unfortunately, he was never as good at solving crossword clues and jumps to the exact wrong conclusion...

    (It's not nearly as angsty as it could be, I promise.)

    Written for the Ineffable Con Zine, October 2019

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    22 Oct 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 36

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    The Beginning Of The World isn’t going quite the way it’s supposed to, mostly because Aziraphale and Crowley can’t keep their hands off each other.

    Written for the Ineffable Con Zine, October 2019.

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    22 Oct 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 73

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    They don’t speak of it – this very different kind of arrangement going on between them – but it’s been a while now. Almost as long as the original arrangement. Whenever the chance arises, they’ll be all over each other. It’s always brief, away from prying eyes, unbearably tender, with so much left unsaid. Crowley doesn’t strictly need to say anything out loud, or hear it – but he would enjoy the freedom to do just so. To put into words the feelings they have for each other.
    They can’t. And he accepts it, biding his time.

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    Crowley brings Aziraphale out for drinks to ease his nerves when an assignment calls for him to present as female.
    Aziraphale proposes to wash Crowley's hair.

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    20 Oct 2019

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    “Actually, the fact that it’s forbidden is a point in its favour. I intend to make the absolute most of my newfound freedom.” Aziraphale blinks, and Crowley could swear he saw something wicked surface and disappear in those pale blue eyes of his. “Dearest, you can close your mouth now. You look quite like a fish out of water.”
    Crowley does close his mouth. “I—you—I just—I was not expecting you to agree so quickly.”
    Aziraphale steps closer to him, putting a hand on his cheek. “Why would I ever deny you something you want?” Crowley decides to be gracious and not point out Aziraphale has a long history of doing exactly that. But that was before. This is now.
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    Crowley asks Aziraphale to use his angelic powers on him in bed.
    Of course, because this is Crowley, he does not realize he’s in way over his head until it’s too late.

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    19 Oct 2019

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    “Let’s get lunch,” Crowley said, sauntering into the bookshop one October afternoon, his hair a little windswept and his cheeks a little pink from the chill, “what do you think, Le Café du Marché?”

    Whatever it was that was waiting to give inside Aziraphale’s chest snapped like a twig. He didn’t even like French food.

    “Crowley,” Aziraphale said, setting down his book with an argumentative slap. “You don’t even like French food.”

    *

    The world hadn’t ended, which was all well and good. If only this had. This, of course, being lunch.

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    19 Oct 2019