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Chapter 7: Terra Firma (full ~12K chapter now complete!)
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💜 This chapter is essentially my love letter to Crowley. (And to Earth Science, let's be real.) I hope it is a good comfort read for everyone!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rated: E (eventual smut)
Chapter 7: ~12K words / Fic total: 51K
Also please enjoy the beautiful custom art by @orth82 ! (Includes this one and one more you can find in-chapter. 😊) Isn't it BEAUTIFUL!!?? 😍🤩🥰
Summary
We see the aftermath of Crowley's utter shock in the face of Aziraphale's declarations that he is a "Darling Demon" as though “demon” isn't a bad thing. Aziraphale doesn't stop there, because there's more he needs to hear. Crowley learns to open his heart.
Excerpt
”Your optimism and patience — I’ve never seen their equal. I don’t know how clearly you remember, dearest, but it was rather comical to watch you try to get honeysuckle nectar from those tiny flowers. You were failing rather spectacularly.”
“Phhnng — hey!” Crowley spluttered in surprised protest, utterly mortified by the crack in his disused voice.
Aziraphale just smirked fondly and rubbed their thumbs together, unfairly distracting the demon from the necessity of being offended. “But you never gave up or got frustrated. I suspect if I hadn’t helped you, you’d still be there now, surrounded by a hedge's worth of accidentally smashed flowers, fully focused on your goal.”
The angel wasn't looking at Crowley's eyes, but his amusement shifted into…was that…adoration? Whatever it was, it was soft and endearing. Another distraction. Crowley was able to put together enough urgent-sounding non-word vocalisations to halt Aziraphale's onslaught and lodge a broken complaint. “Angel…m’not patient. Was just…doing it for you.”
“Ahhh. Yes, silly me! How dare I misidentify you as patient, when in actuality you were displaying selflessness and devotion…which, in this case, also happened to require an abundance of…Patience.” Aziraphale emphasized his piercing stare with an arched eyebrow, expertly ignoring Crowley's petulant scoff in the process.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fic Summary
(Picking up at the end of the minisode The Resurrectionists, 1827 Edinburgh, aka Laudaddy)
When Hell fails to notice Crowley’s Very Good Deed, he is left in an Edinburgh graveyard trying to navigate a world tilted by laudanum. Fortunately for him, Aziraphale has no intention of leaving him to fend for himself. And Crowley's compromised brain-to-mouth filter leads to a far more enjoyable evening than they expect.
Thank you so much to the artist who have worked with me
@orth82 for the 2 beautiful drawings for this chapter (!!! 😄🥳🎉) and original cover art by @lexarturo
Thank you so much to @totheendtimes for being much more than a beta and holding my hand across the finish line
Thanks also to my other betas: @ireallyneedmoretea @ladybracknellssherry @olfactoryventriloquism @happynachohologram
and of course @goodomensafterdark
