Writers Guild Presents: Write A Way, Chapters 12 & 13!
Art by @ines2925 💜
Two chapters this week! I hope you enjoy them both 🥰
CW/tags: self-doubt/esteem issues, past trauma due to being neurodivergent in a neurotypical world, light angst, smut, explicit sex (eventually), slow burn, human AU
Summary:
Azira Fell and AJ Crowley are both successful authors in their own right, invited to speak at the same national book festival. Despite a falling out a couple of years ago, they've never actually met in person - so this event is going to be excruciatingly awkward for both of them.
Right?
As it happens, and unbeknownst to them, it seems they share a love of a certain TV show... and being very active parts of its fandom (yep, it's Fanfic Writer Crowley and Fanfic Reader Aziraphale time!)
Excerpt:
Crowley had now leapt off the park bench as a veritable council of waterfowl had surrounded him. He tried to stride off to lose them but the birds only waddled after, angrily continuing their complaints, much to the delight of the nearby Londontourists and Azira. Finally, rolling his eyes with a dramatic sigh, Crowley reached into his jacket pocket and reluctantly threw out some shelled sunflower seeds, which pleased his feathered gang no end.
Azira laughed, a deep, warming thing that wrapped itself around him like an embrace. His gaze drifted to the bench and he took a moment to examine the graffiti etched onto it, left by other fans of Accurate Prophecies: quotes from the show or book, small illustrations of the witch hunter and the seer. It was a monument to their love of AP - the fondness in those scrawls was evident, the desire to reach out and share that connection with others so strong it made Azira’s heart full.
How lucky he was, he thought to himself, that he had eventually found his own Andrew.
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Thank you to @sakascal @playdohangel and @rofell for being my wonderful beta readers over this and forthcoming chapters! A special thanks also to @gaiaseyes451 for her incredibly patient help, meaning I was able to actually format text messages this time!
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