I'm really obsessed with Book-verse fanfics at the moment, because most people write book Aziraphale so much more posh an that's kind of awesome. Could you recommend some?
Here are a few that might fit what you’re looking for!
Ordinary People (The Anything But Ordinary Remix) by cimorene
Crowley has started to take a proprietary interest in Aziraphale's bookshop.
Better Than A Win by Aria
Aziraphale would have missed (or perhaps deliberately ignored) the nuance of together, but Crowley was a man-shaped being of the world, and knew what was being asked. "We've been around since -- for a while," he said. "But it's not like that."
such selfish prayers by Lvslie
Crowley, while still apparently comatose, had somehow managed to wrap himself so thoroughly around Aziraphale on their way up, that any attempt at dropping him onto the mattress without being pulled down as well proved futile.
And hence, quite defeated, Aziraphale found himself lying in a warm tangle of Crowley and blankets. He felt a little stunned.
november 7, 2018 — my October spread incorporating the theme of Halloween 🎃. I was hesitant at first because I wasn’t sure if I’ll be able to maintain it but unexpectedly, I managed to finish through October.
You’ll happen to see that at some days, I don’t have expenses which looks pretentious but those are actually the days that I don’t have classes and I’m never the one to leave the house for no reason and there’s food stored in the cupboard so I don’t really have to buy anything. Also, one important event that happened in October was my prelims/midterms (we only have 2 major exams per semester) and judging from my scores, I can say that I did pretty damn well, lol.
As for November, I’m trying out with a daisy theme (unlike the autumn-y vibes that everyone’s going for) because I’m actually testing out my patience so I’m indifferent with the relevance of the theme to the current month.
here i am, leaving you clues by Lvslie
Word count: 9.8k
Summary: It’s all the same burning bookshop, and I’m always inside shouting your name.
[Aziraphale is recalled to Heaven, but leaving proves more difficult than anticipated. Written for the tumblr prompt: ‘Actually....I just miss you.’]
consider this: drunk Fond hermann vs embarrassed smitten newt somewhere semi-formal
so I actually used this to address an issue that I had wanted to in opening is just the start and never did but I figured if...anyone wouldn’t mind it might be you??? anyway this is the first and probably only additional thing written in that ‘verse
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Newt doesn’t drink anymore and Hermann doesn’t drink often. When they’d first begun their relationship, tentative and sweet, Newt would have a glass of wine with dinner or something small, but he prefers it this way. He liked the control of knowing he never to worry about drinking too much if he never drank.
Of course, it wasn’t drinking too much that was the problem. It was drinking to forget or to not hurt and Newt still carried hurt in him, even despite his happiness with the man he loved, he still carried over a decade of hurt in him. He was working on that and would continue to work on that.
Hermann, though, was free to drink. He didn’t keep alcohol of any sort in their rooms, and rarely had more than one drink and never drank when it was just the two of them. Tonight, though, he’s rather tipsy. It’s not entirely his fault, as they’re at an event and, of all the damn people, Tendo Choi made an appearance. Tendo is a charmer, no doubt, and has a habit of buying Hermann shots. It’s a particular old habit and one that Newt finds very amusing.
Newt likes the way there’s a rosy tint to his cheeks as he waves at him across the room, and he likes even more that he’s shed his jacket and tie and rolled up his sleeves. Newt had forgone the jacket in the first place, but his waistcoat has come undone in the course of the evening. He doubts he’ll ever fully feel comfortable at these events, PPDC fundraisers meant to do God knows what beyond raise money from wealthy donors who want to turn the PPDC in their favor.
He’s been waylaid by a young man who’s curious about his research (it’s become highly taboo to mention that decade of Newt’s life, but so many people will pry to try to discover information) but his eyes don’t truly leave Hermann where he’s still seated next to Tendo.
“Newton!” Hermann calls across the room and all eyes abruptly turn to Hermann, then over to Newt. “Come here, please.”
That’s probably the sign to collect him and take him home, Newt thinks, blushing. It’s not like him to get embarrassed, but he does hate the attention. Hermann knows this and maybe he will have to have a talk to him about alcohol consumption in the morning, after all. (Their first talk was met with understanding but Newt knows Hermann also felt guilty for not reading the signs, for not knowing how he’d mistreated drink for so long.)
When the many eyes of the room have looked away, Newt moves forward, making his way towards where Hermann sits. Hermann immediately wraps an arm around his waist, leaning his head against him.
“Did you want me here just to touch me?” Newt asks, and drops a kiss to the top of Hermann’s head. He thinks he possibly loves this man more every single time that he sees him.
“I was just talking about the wedding with Tendo,” Hermann says, and he hiccups. “He says he, uh- what was it you said?”
“I said that Alison and I eloped first, got the official romantic stuff out of the way before I worried about the big ceremony. But we kept it a big secret,” Tendo supplies. “I apologize for this, by the way. I didn’t realize he had an even lower tolerance than before.”
Tendo looks a bit sheepish, likely at the fact that he’s returning a drunk fiance to Newt, who is technically a recovering alcoholic. (Okay, this is not a technicality.)
“No, I’m sorry, New’on. I should have never left your side to come sit by this blasted man,” Hermann supplies. “Jus’ wanted to give you some space. But I do think eloping is a good idea. Can we elope tonight?”
Newt squeezes Hermann’s shoulder gently. “We already ran away together, that’s basically the same as eloping. It would ruin the novelty of it.”
Hermann looks up at him for a few moments like he’s processing, retracing the memories that have brought them here. “You’re right. We ran away together and then we were in love.”
“So let’s go forward with the wedding you’ve been meticulously planning for the last half year, hmm?” Newt reaches down to straight out the collar of Hermann’s shirt. He’s an adorable mess and Newt loves him best from this angle, especially because he’s certain he spies a few grey hairs peeking out of Hermann’s scalp.
“Right. Of course. Correct as always, Newton.”
Tendo’s brows shoot up at that statement. “You might want to get him home if he’s saying that you’re correct.”
The smile Newt gives Tendo at that is a bit too lopsided, but he helps Hermann out of his seat, looping his arm around his waist.
“Good night, Tendo. Next time you’re in town, we’ll go get dinner or something,” Newt says.
“Next time I’m in town is for the wedding, but I’ll let you know.”
They walk out together, Newt trying to ignore anyone who looks at them. It’s not that he minds, but he knows Hermann’s going to feel bad about this in the morning and he knows that people will talk. He doesn’t need any more talk about him. About them.
Thankfully they get a cab easily and Hermann’s gone quiet, holding his hand in the backseat.
“I’m sorry about the-” Hermann hiccups. “The tequila.”
“I’m sorry for what the tequila’s done to you too, Hermann. But it’ll be better in the morning.”
“There will be no drinks at the wedding.”
“No drinks at the wedding, of course. We’ve got a bit until we’re back home, why don’t you rest, baby?”
“I’m not that drunk, Newton.” Hermann levels a glare at him and Newt chuckles.
“Alright. Rest, babe.”
Hermann shifts slightly, resting his head on Newt’s shoulder. It’s going to be a pain to wake him when they arrive home but for now it’s peaceful and Newt can watch the lights of the city as they go by. Everything is good and he’s as desperately in love as he’s always been.
hi ❤️i'm sneaking in here just to say that seeing a notification for the reviews from you today turned my entire week into an absolutely incomparably better one; i have literally nearly choked on MY tea. and i'm, like, composed of 130% stress, doubt and exhaustion right now and way too incoherent to respond properly but. i'm just sending you so much love. you're wonderful.
And it’s wonderful to get this from you, @lvslie. I’m not doing so well this morning; that’s what 48 hours of hard drinking with friends in the wake of awful world news will do to you, I guess. I’m not sure if what I have is a mild hangover or something my immune system couldn’t kick, but I have chills down to my bones and can’t seem to focus on anything at work. So, as you’ve already seen, I’m not really working, not as such… 💙
