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Chxrlotte – Us

The moment I heard David Tennant's heartbreaking love monologue in Around the World in 80 Days, my brain immediately decided this needed to become an AziraCrow edit

*made right after S2 ended

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A little more Ineffable Husbands: "The sea was full of constellations. I thought of you." Could be sweet. Could be angsty. Could be both! Thank you, my dear!

(A/N: For extra angst, listen to Loreena McKennitt's "Dante's Prayer" while reading.)

It was winter in the northern hemisphere, and Supreme Archangel Aziraphale was taking a break from Heaven. He was tired, and he was lonesome, and his eyes hurt from Heaven's neverending office lighting, and he had been banking his celestial holiday leave for centuries.

He needed a break.

The eastern coast of England was pleasant in the winter, at least pleasant enough for Aziraphale's purposes. He left the lodgings he had taken in a quiet seaside village, wrapped in a pale woolen overcoat of indeterminate age, but bare-headed, just as the sun was beginning to set, and walked the path to the beach.

The night air was bitter and bracing and real; the light lowering as the sun slipped below the horizon behind him endlessly soothing to his aching eyes. He persuaded a large, comfortable rock to present itself on the otherwise smooth sand, and sat down on the right side to watch the stars appear over the ocean.

After a very long time, when it was so dark that he could no longer see where the sky ended and the sea began, he felt someone sit down beside him, on his left. Someone who smelled lightly of leather automobile interiors, and whiskey, and a long-ago whiff of tobacco that lingered long after the last cigarette had been smoked and tossed away. Aziraphale inhaled, and then stopped breathing. He didn't dare make a noise, didn't dare turn his head, lest the newcomer take offense.

Worse, lest he destroy the illusion.

Finally, the other figure spoke. "Playing hooky, angel?"

The hard, painful lump that had been hovering in Aziraphale's chest suddenly leapt into his throat, and his eyes burned. "I, um." He dashed a hand over his face. "I had to get away. For a bit."

"Mm. Just for a bit?"

"Please don't. I can't--"

"Fine."

The single word had teeth in it. Aziraphale fell silent again.

After a while, a pale hand stretched itself out in the darkness (Crowley's clothing made him almost invisible, and his eyes were firmly hidden) and pointed to a light low in the sky. "Saturn," he said simply. "It'll set soon, it's almost midnight." The hand moved. "Before dawn, Mars'll be there. Venus there." He pointed up, much higher. The constellation of Orion loomed over them brightly, lights punched through the fabric of creation. "Orion Nebula, there under the Belt."

"Did you work on that one?"

"Dunno. Might've."

"What, um... Why are you here?"

A long, dejected sigh. "Had to get out of Soho. Holidays are coming. Everyone's so damned festive and happy."

"Ah. Yes. Anniversary of Christ's birth and all that."

"He was born in May."

"I know He was." Aziraphale wondered when He would be born this time.

"Anyway. Decided to come down 'ere for a few weeks. Or months. The Geminid Meteor Shower stars next week. And, er..." Crowley muttered something under his breath.

"What was that?"

"I could feel you were here."

"You... you came looking for..."

Crowley started to say something, but Aziraphale didn't wait. He leaned across the rock and buried his face in Crowley's neck, and cried. "Angel," Crowley murmured, resting his cheek on Aziraphale's hair. "Oh, angel, what've they done to you..."

Aziraphale cried for a long time, clutching his demon like a lifeline. Crowley held him until he was quiet, and then, with a gentleness so deliberate it was almost painful, softly kissed his lips, tasting his tears.

"C'mon," he said. "I've got the car. Let's get you back to the village."

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a grain of sand, chapter two

Chapter two is up! This is my epic Good Omens post-S2 fixit fic, which I have finally finished 🎉🎉🎉 I'm posting a chapter every other day (there are nine chapters in all). Today's chapter is a college professors AU, and at 8600 words, I believe it's the shortest chapter in the fic. But you should definitely read chapter one first, if you haven't. Enjoy!

Summary: To see a world in a grain of sand / And a heaven in a wild flower, / Hold infinity in the palm of your hand / And eternity in an hour.

- William Blake, "Auguries of Innocence"

Or,

Crowley and Aziraphale are having an argument. They figure it out eventually.

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