Marie Curiosity

Writer/Asshole

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Parents in the 90s:

"Kids today are being desensitized to violence by movies and videogames."

Grandparents in the 90s:

"If that sniper had aimed a half inch to the left, you kids woulda never been born!"

[mariecuriosity]

I will be performing in Hamilton Fringe festival this summer (mostly on a dare). Please come to my show so that I'm not performing to an empty room. It's only $8 (not on the 16th, I'll be out of town that night.)

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Writer's Guild Presents: If I Could Tell You - Ch 1

If I Could Tell You

Just in time to be too late for MerMay!!

Summary:

Aziraphale is the crown prince of Empyria, a man of duty and obligation to his people. Crowley is a Mer, obsessed with human culture and misunderstood by his own kind. Brought together by fate, they discover the true cost of being part of each other's world.

A Good Omens reimagining of the Hans Christian Andersen tale, The Little Mermaid.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale was the last one off the ship. Something his father had said about duty and honour, putting the safety of the ship and crew above all else. A ship is like a miniature kingdom; it has a chain of command and the captain is king. When you are king, you will always put the needs of the country ahead of your own.

Right now, with the surface somewhere above him, the only thing Aziraphale needed was air. And for the throbbing in his head to go away. And sleep. He really needed to sleep.

He didn't quite comprehend how he'd gotten into the water. The ringing in his ears was making it hard to think. His eyes were so heavy, and the water didn't feel cold like it should. It was almost… comfortable, inviting, like a favorite chair.

Before he closed his eyes, he caught sight of a reddish blur moving quickly in his direction. He cocked his head curiously. An octopus, perhaps? And then his vision went completely dark. His body felt fuzzy as his blood screamed for just a bit of oxygen. There was a dull and faraway sensation of something wrapping around him under his arms, and then… nothingness.

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Special thanks to Kuri_risu and ireallyneedmoretea for taking the ugly sack of worms that was the first draft and laying them all out straight for me. This was not an easy beta job and they were absolute champions!! ❤️🧡💛

Artwork by the fabulous C0smic Disaster! Go support them on tumblr and Bluesky!!

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GOAD Writer's Guild Presents: Tethered

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit

Tethered Chapter 23 - Ever After + Bonus Epilogue

I am pleased to announce that "Tethered* is finally complete (after only a full calendar year plus two weeks.) Thus concludes my second ever long fic, and my first fic inspired by the uncannily talented u/gleafer.

Huge thanks to u/paperclip_ninja and u/dbacklot99 for being my beautiful beautiful betas!! ❤️🧡💛

Summary: Crowley wakes up in a mental hospital with no memory of how he got there. Without his demonic powers, neither the doctors, nor the people who claim to be his family will believe he is who he says he is. With the evidence against him mounting, his only lifeline to the real world is a cryptic note left by an unseen messenger. The longer he stays in this hospital, the harder it becomes to recall for sure, is Crowley really a demon of Hell? Or has his entire existence been nothing more than a delusion conjured by a grieving mind?

(See link for tags/content warnings)

Excerpt:

“Oscar Wilde, eh? Didn't you and he… y'nhm?” Crowley murmured suggestively.

Aziraphale lifted his chin. “Didn’t he and I what?”

“Well, if I recall you spent an awful lot of time with him.”

“Of course! He was a very interesting and intelligent man,” Aziraphale retorted primly.

“Yeah, but did you ever, y’know… take a walk on the Wilde side?” Crowley teased, his smirk digging deep dimples into his cheeks.

“Crowley! Are you suggesting I took liberties in my friendship with dear Oscar? How dare you!” Aziraphale squared his shoulders and straightened his waistcoat. “Besides, a gentleman does not discuss such matters.”

“Ha! You're no gentleman.” Crowley grinned.

Aziraphale’s mouth dropped open. “Sir! I'll have you know, I have been a card-carrying member of every prestigious gentlemen's club in London since the 17th century!”

“Drinking sherry and playing backgammon with politicians and aristocrats,” Crowley retorted, “does not make one a gentleman.”

“Piffle. If you wish to philosophize about what it means to be a gentleman, you are very welcome to attend my lecture on Great Expectations next month,” Aziraphale offered priggishly. “However, if you're going to play the jealous lover over my relationship with a dead man, that is an entirely different conversation to be had.”

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Writers Guild Cock Fight: Rome - 43 BC

Written by NegotiationReal6508, find them on Reddit and AO3

CW/TW: Explicit, Dub-con/Non-con elements, Sexual Slavery (peripheral)

Summary: On a hot day in Ancient Rome, Crawly and Aziraphale visit the bath house, where absolutely nothing of any significance whatsoever happens.

Excerpt: 

Aziraphale stepped through the doors, the stone walls and tile floors instantly sapping the excess heat from his skin. He basked in the cool relief. He entered the main room, the frigidarium where the cool baths were. It was a large pool in a well lit, exquisitely decorated room, filled with wealthy looking men in various states of undress. Most chatted amiably in groups, while other circles were more intimately engaged. Servants waited against the walls with jugs of drink, ready to be called over to refill a goblet or hand over a drying cloth.

Aziraphale scanned the room for the telltale red hair and dark round glasses of his friend. But seeing none, he decided to check some of the smaller rooms along the corridor. He passed by rooms wherein pairs or groups of wealthy men and their human chattel engaged in all manner of debauchery. But room after room he passed offered no sign of Crawly.

He rounded a corner with another small room on the left, and that’s when he saw it. A head of impossible red curls, tousled and fluffed under the eager fingers of a senator. He was knelt between the man’s knees, completely unclothed, his face buried between two swarthy thighs.

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GOAD Writers Guild Presents: Wings

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit

Wings

Rating: M

Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Nudité, Art Class AU, Nude Model Crowley, Student Aziraphale, Wings

CW: non-explicit foolin' around, internalized body shame, hallucinations, stress-induced mental health crisis

Summary: Whenever the nude model in Aziraphale's life drawing class removes his clothing, he reveals a pair of giant black wings that only Aziraphale can see.

Excerpt:

The model was tossing his clothes over the back of the chair when something began to emerge from behind his back. Something glossy and black. It grew larger and larger, the model seemingly not noticing it, or not caring. In no time at all the great black thing, or things, stretched all the way out to either side.

Wings.

“Good Lord!” Aziraphale shrieked, dropping his conté and stepping away from the easel and backing up against the wall.

The model snapped his head towards Aziraphale in annoyed surprise.

“Something wrong, Mr. Fell?” the instructor asked with irritation.

Aziraphale glanced at the instructor and back to the wings. He pointed, “I– I–” He looked around at the other students. They were all staring at him and not at the sixteen foot wingspan that threatened to knock over everything in the room.

The winged man stared at him too. The massive wings fluttered with aggravation to match the expression on the model’s face, the feathers puffing up, and then shuttering back into place.

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Special thanks to u/ghst_signal for the beta! ❤️❤️❤️

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GOAD Writer's Guild Presents: What Have I Lost? Ch 21

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit

The final installment of my post season 2 fix-it therapy fic that only took well over a year to write.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale emerged from the stacks. “I'm terribly sorry but we are closed,” he said to the Woman standing at the entrance.

Her short grey-blonde hair was swept to one side and She kept her hands in the pockets of Her grey masculine cut blazer. It was such a casual garment but She looked regal and majestic wearing it. Her eyes twinkled with what could have been either kindness or mischief.

“I'm not here to shop,” She said with a smile that was somehow at the same time both motherly and sinister.

“You!” Crowley growled, appearing from behind Aziraphale. “How did you get in here?”

“I cracked your password,” She said casually. “Wasn't easy, it took nearly five years to hack into this place.” She cast Her gaze in an arc, taking in the surroundings.

“Who…?” Aziraphale began, slowly feeling as though he didn't need to ask.

“She’s no one!” Crowley spat.

“I’m hardly no one,” She smirked. “I am the One who is called I AM.”

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Many thanks to the lovely u/DBacklot99 for being such a steadfast beta and suppoter!! ❤️🧡💛

And of course, a HUGE thank you to the GOAD community and the Writers Guild! I could not have finished this without you!!

😘😘😘

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Writers Guild Presents: What Have I Lost? Ch 20 - "Lovers"

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

CW: Memory loss, post season 2, canon compliant, comedic fluff, questionable decor

Summary:

Aziraphale can't explain the empty feeling inside. Longing for something he can't place. On a mission to discover why.

Except:

For the past three hours they had listened passively to the voices emanating from the floor above them. There had been yelling, and weeping, and more yelling. There had been long silences and more weeping.

Then the voices had gone from weeping to talking to giggling, and at last, to the unmistakable moaning and squeaking of spectacular make-up sex.

Aziraphale cast his eyes up to the ceiling. “Sounds like they’ve worked things out,” he said, drawing a sip from his cup.

“Mh,” Crowley muttered in agreement without moving his eyes from his paper. “That’s generally how it sounds when lovers reunite.” He genuinely didn’t mean anything by it other than an idle observation. But nevertheless, it made Aziraphale put down his tea and snap his book shut.

“Are we lovers?” he asked bluntly.

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Writers Guild Presents - What Have I Lost? Ch 19 - Maggie

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

TW/CW: Forced pregnancy, lots of f-bombs

Summary: The new mother is revealed. Spoiler, it's Maggie.

Excerpt:

“Mr. Fell, please tell me what’s happening.”

“Well, um,” Aziraphale went to sit next to Maggie and took her hand. “I believe this may have been… partially… my fault.”

“You?”

“Well, in my defence, I was only trying to ensure that it wouldn’t be some poor little girl who had to have her baby in a stable again.”

“A stable? Again?!”

“Well, I didn’t realise they would take ‘knowing the touch of a man’ quite so literally. I thought they were going to choose a virgin!”

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Writers Guild Presents - What Have I Lost? Ch 18 - Portal

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Tags: Post-Season 2, Canon compliant, Canon universe, light swearing

Summary: Aziraphale takes Crowley with him back to Heaven... sort of.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale stepped off of the lift and into the bright reception hall of heaven. He walked with purpose in the direction of his office. His gaze was stoic and businesslike, in spite of the teacup ride inside his stomach. The last 16 hours had been… something.

“Aziraphale!” Michael's voice made him cringe. It always did, but especially now.

Well, they don’t waste any time, do they?

They were in a mood, as usual. They fell in step alongside Aziraphale. “Where on earth have you been?!” they asked, irrationally irritated.

Aziraphale furrowed his brow at them. “On earth!” he replied, matching their irritation.

*Snort* Obviously!

“Well, while you've been off gallivanting around earth, we have been preparing for the Second Coming! You're supposed to be here, overseeing operations!”

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale stopped in his tracks and turned to face Michael, “has the entire project collapsed in my absence?” he asked snidely.

Michael stammered, “Well, no, but--"

“Oh, good! I was worried you couldn't handle things without me.”

Ha! Nice one, Angel!

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Writers Guild Presents - What Have I Lost? Ch 17 - Fallout/Shelter

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 17 of work in progress.

TW/CW: Post-Season 2, Canon compliant, Canon universe, light swearing

Summary:

So, they're finally going to have that conversation. Buckle-up for a lot of talk, 'cause we're gonna be here for a while!

Excerpt:

Aziraphale’s mind was aflutter. He felt an excitement in his newfound freedom that made his corporation tingle in a delightful way. He was happy. His memories were back, his priorities were straight, and he was with his favorite person. And they were alone. For the first time, he felt like anything could happen, if he wanted it to.

Aziraphale smiled as Crowley handed him his glass of sherry. He accepted the glass with one hand, and in a fit of boldness, took Crowley's hand with his other, and guided him to sit down beside him.

Crowley acquiesced without speaking, and sat in his usual place on the sofa. He then slipped his hand out of Aziraphale’s, and held his drink in it instead. He took a sip. He stared straight forward and did not offer his hand back to Aziraphale.

Okay, maybe anything couldn’t happen. Aziraphale slid his hand back to his side dejectedly. Maybe this was how it would be. Maybe this was his penance, a life bereft of touch. If that was how Crowley wanted it to be, then he would accept it. It was enough just to be together. It would be enough.

“It's been an odd sort of a day, hasn't it,” said Aziraphale by way of opening up dialogue.

“Mmh,” Crowley agreed.

Aziraphale grew concerned. Would their lives be bereft of conversation as well? He didn’t understand Crowley’s reticence. He had supposed the demon would be happy. They were together. They were on the same page now. Weren't they?

“Are you alright?”

“Me? Great, peachy. I’m drinking a tumbler of fine whiskey with a renegade archangel, staring down the barrel of yet another Armageddon. What could possibly be wrong?”

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Writers Guild Presents - What Have I Lost? Ch 16 - "A Soft Place to Land"

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 16 of work in progress.

TW/CW: Post-Season 2, Canon compliant, Canon universe, Temporary memory loss, (purposely not putting "mediocre writing" in the content warnings, but just, y'know... FYI)

Summary:

Aziraphale suffers the fallout of his awakened memories.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale was falling. He couldn’t tell how fast or how slow. How long or how far. He knew he was falling because he could feel it; the air whooshing against his skin as his body sliced through it; the lurch in his stomach as it struggled to keep up with the rest of his corporation; helplessly spinning and tumbling like a diver without a parachute.

The deafening hiss of wind assaulted his eardrums. The world around him was a grey void and he was hurtling towards a ground that kept getting further away the longer he fell. Where were his wings when he needed them? He couldn’t feel them anymore. Maybe they were gone.

Maybe this was what it felt like to Fall.

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Writers Guild Presents - What Have I Lost? Ch 15 - "The Day It All Started"

Written by NegotiationReal6508 on our subreddit!

Chapter 15 of work in progress.

TW/CW: Post-Season 2, forced memory loss, tied-up but not in a fun way, mediocre writing (I was told this doesn't count as a content warning, but better too err on the side of caution.)

Summary:

Immediately following Aziraphale's return to heaven, he discovers his mistake too late.

Excerpt:

The light of heaven washed over Aziraphale’s features as the lift doors opened into the gleaming, open concept, characterless space of Heaven’s reception area. It was so easy to forget how bright it was, even after only four years being away. Aziraphale inhaled sharply, only then just realizing he’d stopped breathing during the ride up from Soho. He made no move to exit the lift until he noticed the Metatron was looking at him, holding his hand up in the customary after you gesture. Aziraphale took a moment to lock down the rattling in his knees, and after quickly shaking the jitters out of his arms, he stiffly stepped out into the grand entryway.

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Writers Guild Presents: What Have I Lost? Ch 14 - "Cars Don't Talk Back... Except for Bentley"

Chapter 14 of work in progress.

TW/CW: Post-Season 2, Memory Loss, Canon-typical alcohol consumption, mediocre writing

Summary:

Aziraphale can't explain the empty feeling inside. Longing for something he can't place. On a mission to discover why.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale recalled sitting across from the Metatron at a little bistro table. I don't want to go back to Heaven, Aziraphale had told him flatly, Where would I get my coffee? Aziraphale didn’t care about coffee. He just didn't want to go, and drew on the first excuse he could think of. If it had been one of Mrs. Sandwich's employees in his immediate line of sight at the time, his excuse would surely have come off a bit differently, but no less disingenuous.

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My Beautiful Betas: u/DBacklot99, u/KotiasCamorra, u/Aidaran-ao3

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Writers Guild Presents - What Have I Lost? Ch 13 - "Crêpes"

Posted by u/NegotiationReal6508 for our subreddit!

Chapter 13 of work in progress.

TW/CW: Post-Season 2, Memory Loss, Canon-typical alcohol consumption, mediocre writing, crêpe-lust.

Summary:

Aziraphale can't explain the empty feeling inside. Longing for something he can't place. On a mission to discover why.

Excerpt:

"Crowley wasn’t thinking about where they were going. He was thinking about what Aziraphale meant when he said he wasn't going back to Heaven. Today? Or ever? If the latter, what would that mean for them? For the world? The Second Coming wouldn't just stop itself. They would need a plan of action, and they would need a Supreme Archangel with his head on straight. And right now, they had neither."

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My Beautiful Betas: u/DBacklot99, u/Phoenixrose2, u/vieux-yeux

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Writers Guild Presents: What Have I Lost? Ch 12 - "The Bullet"

Written by u/NegotiationReal6508 on Reddit!

Chapter 12 of work in progress.

TW/CW: Memory Loss, Canon-typical alcohol consumption, mediocre writing.

Summary:

Aziraphale can't explain the empty feeling inside. Longing for something he can't place. On a mission to discover why.

Excerpt:

"With an unsteady hand, Aziraphale reached out and took the bullet from Crowley. He regarded it reverently and, closing his eyes, he squeezed the cold metal tightly in his fist. He breathed slowly through his nose, his brows pinched together in concentration.

Crowley watched as the angel began to tremble and lost control of his breathing. A disturbing growl, one Crowley had never heard the angel make, breached his throat from within the depths of his corporation."

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Writers Guild Presents: What Have I Lost?

Written by u/NegotiationReal6508, find them on Reddit and AO3

Chapters 1-11 of work in progress.

TW/CW: Memory Loss, Canon-typical alcohol consumption, mediocre writing.

Summary:

Aziraphale can't explain the empty feeling inside. Longing for something he can't place. On a mission to discover why.

Excerpt:

“Six thousand years,” the demon grumbled at the empty seat across the table. “Six thousand! You’d think in all that time, something would... Nah! Nothing’s changed. Nothing ever changes. Nothing ever changes and its always too late. Right Mickey?” He looked up at the bartender who was at that moment placing a fresh tumbler of whiskey in front of him.

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Thanks to my beautiful betas: u/fishey-me, u/pepper_bird, u/Savyl_Steelfeather, u/kunigun, u/DBacklot99