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Cheek to Cheek - chapter 5

Words by me, @itsscottiesstark and @captainblou with STUNNING art work by @kiratastic!!! aaaaa look at that beauty!! thank you so much kira!!

Rated E, ~36,1k words

Summary:

Crowley has two left feet, and he has to learn how to dance to be a good man-of-honour for his best friend. Turns out his dance instructor is an old crush from university... How will our hero cope?

OR

Eve is the best friend Crowley could have, Crowley is a (flustered) flirt, and Aziraphale tries his best to be a professional.

Excerpt from this chapter:

Music slipped through the cracked door, accompanied by the tell-tale footsteps as someone danced along to the lazy rhythm. Crowley knocked lightly, but it was enough for the hinges to creak as the door opened further, revealing Aziraphale. Red in the face, with sweat running down his cheeks and neck, he looked utterly at peace as he flew about the room, arms hovering over an invisible partner.

Crowley didn’t say a word, merely leaned against the frame as he watched, enthralled. For a split moment, he was transferred back to their university years, hidden once again in the depths of an auditorium as Aziraphale danced, Anathema’s delighted chuckles in the background, both of them non the wiser about being watched. His smile only widened as he realised that, contrary to back then, he finally could announce his presence, maybe even kiss him hello.

The music stopped, Aziraphale’s heavy pants echoing in the room. Before Crowley had the chance to pick his jaw off the floor, Eve clapped him on the shoulder, slipping by him and into the room, her heels clicking merrily on the wooden floors.

“Good morning!”

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May I interest you in some smut?? I wanted to write something very indulgent to get back into the groove so...

Nanny deserves a break

Rated E, ~4k words.

Summary:

Nanny Ashtoreth had a long day, and Aziraphale helps her decompress.

Excerpt:

“Do you want some wine?”

Sat by her side he offered her the glass, but she only scowled and shook her head, reaching behind her back to pull the zipper of her dress.

Oh. She was grumpy today. It made sense; Warlock had woken with a burst of energy, had thrown tantrums over food, found the honey pot in the kitchen and promptly ate half of it while the rest smeared the floor and his clothes, thrown all his toys on the floor and refused to sleep, among other small mischief. Moments like these, one would imagine Crowley proud of her own work as a hellish influence, but in truth it was just the usual small kid behaviour. Aziraphale put their glasses on the table, and gently touched her hands. “May I help you?”

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tagging @goodomensafterdark and the usual suspects @captainblou @itsscottiesstark and @frisbay

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Cheek to cheek!

Words by me, @itsscottiesstark and @captainblou , art by @kiratastic !

Rated E, ~12,8k words (for now! - 2/4 chapters)

Summary:

Crowley has two left feet, and he has to learn how to dance to be a good man-of-honour for his best friend. Turns out his dance instructor is an old crush from university... How will our hero cope?

OR

Eve is the best friend Crowley could have, Crowley is a (flustered) flirt, and Aziraphale tries his best to be a professional.

Excerpt:

Clearing his throat, Crowley looked around before he gave him a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it smile. “I have an appointment for a dance class?” “One moment, sir.” The man — Newton, Crowley read on his name tag — nodded and immediately shuffled through papers with trembling hands, his bottom lip between his teeth. Papers, when there looked to be a perfectly working computer there. “What’s your name?” “Crowley, Anthony J. Crowley.” He smirked, winking at the attendant over his glasses. The man smiled, amused, shoulders untensing. “Well, you’re in for a treat, Mister Fell is the best. He must be waiting for you in room number two. Down the hall and to your left.” With another nod and a click of his lips, Crowley went down the long, extremely white hallway. His loud rap on the door was answered by a soft, melodic ‘come iiiin’, and so he pushed it open with a heavy sigh. Oh. Now the name of the studio made sense, after all. It housed an angel.

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This fic is a gift for @elenthyaolyenths !! We love you 💛💛Happy birthday 🎂 🎉

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Touch Syntax

Rated G, ~6,7k words

Summary:

Muriel was assigned a body, and everything about it is weird. It's difficult for them to get used to having a corporation, and to all the new stimuli Earth offers. However, they discover they like it. It isn't lonely like heaven was, and earth is a very interesting place. OR: Muriel is experiencing the world for the first time. They find a place for themselves in the bookshop, and people – especially a demon with double hair buns – to care and be cared for.

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Thank you @itsscottiesstark and @captainblou for the beta! Writing is lonely, but not so much with you two by my side 💛

The art is also by me! so here it goes a little blabbering and time lapse under the cut

ugh these two make me insane. this fic wasn't even supposed to exist but I was forced to write and draw for it unless the visions™️ wouldn't stop. I really really love this pairing. They fit so well together... I hope I was able to give it a little justice.

I feel like I'm starting to get the hang of drawing without following a specific art style. I think this is the first of my works that feel like me? idk. ALSO. Now I got a drawing tablet! this one I finished before I got it, so it was done only with my finger and phone as usual; BUT my next ones will be hopefully not made with my fingers lol I'm still learning how to draw with a pencil while not looking at my hands, but it's already so much more comfy to draw.

I had so much fun coming up with Muriel's clothes! they are still experimenting and finding what is right for them! that's why you see those socks that are the same they wear in heaven, paired with crocs. bc ofc it would be crocs. they're comfortable and colorful and fun and an offense to official heaven's clothes, so it had to be them.

I learned that ibispaint has a texture/image catalogue! I used it here, adjusting the colors and messing around with it to make the clothes and I think it looks nice?? I have to test it out more to make everything fit, but this other level of detail that I can add with them is very very cool.

also ugh ugh ugh Eric protecting them. this was the scene that made me write the fic. Him using his own body to shield them. hell yeah. You know, Eric is quite badass in my mind. He already went through so much that little can truly hurt him... and now that he has something(someone) he cares for he will do anything to protect.

Muriel is pretty overwhelmed in the art, It's a moment they need Eric, but this is a pretty horizontal relationship imo. Eric needs them just as much!! gosh how I hope that we get at least ONE INTERACTION between these two on the finale. please. pleeeaaaase. I don't even particulary ship them as romantic, to me they have some queer platonic thing going on (tho I appreciate other readings of ineffable juniors ofc. fandom is fun), and they are so perfect together. ANYWAYS.

really loved drawing and writing this. I do feel like I'm getting comfortable with art now and it's so nice!

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[Podifc] Fin

Rater G, podfic lenght ~10 min.

Summary:

When all is said and done, the heroes can rest their weary hearts.

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I love podfics so much, and I wanted to give it a go. Thank you @avoicebehindthestars for letting me record this!

This fic is very special to me and it felt like an appropriate work to share. It celebrates fandom and how much love we have for these characters; if you're anxious about the finale i think it's a perfect read. Aziraphale, Crowley, all the other characters and this world they inhabit are ours. The stories and finales we gave them are just as true as the one we will get on May 13.

It's my first podfic and English is not my native language, but i felt like it was good enough to be shared around! thank you @frisbay for being so supportive and for teaching me so much <3 Fris has some amazing podfics so definitely check them out if you haven't!!

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Where is my husband?

Rated G, ~1,2k words

Summary:

Crowley and Aziraphale are looking for the perfect cottage, but get interrupted.

Excerpt:

“Supreme Archangel Aziraphale?” Aziraphale’s mood immediately soured, his grip on Crowley’s hand tightening, just like his lips; no smile to be truly seen anymore. “It’s only Aziraphale now, thank you.” The angel ignored him. “Sir, you have to go back! We are waiting you for the quarter meeting. The Metatron, he—” “I’m not going back.” The intruder’s jaw hanged loose in a confused surprise, “Not now, not ever again.” and then closed again with a loud clack of their teeth. [...]Aziraphale tried to walk past the angel, pulling Crowley with him. The demon couldn’t stop grinning like a maniac at the interaction, already planning the teasing — “I don’t understand!” The angel exclaimed, interrupting Aziraphale in his tracks before he could get too far. [...] “What would you want more than being in Heaven?! This makes no sen—"

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Man, when @frisbay sent me that video of Michael Sheen reading these lyrics I knew I would have to write something sometime. So. Here it is!

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All the lives we had

Another week, another update with the marvelous @captainblou 💛💛 this week's prompts:

7 - Moving day

Crowley let out a long, suffered groan. “Hell, I don't know how I could've survived a moving day without miracles.” “Why, dear boy? I don't remember it being that dreadful.” The yellow eyes widened, comically bulging out of his face. “Angel of mine, I love you, but you were insufferable when we moved in. Centuries can pass by and I won't be able to forget it.”

8/9/11 - Cursed, Coming home, Double or nothing

“I could be a ghost.” [...] “Well dear boy, that defies the purpose of the exercise. We're conjecturing how would our life go if we were humans.” “But humans turn into ghosts! I could be one. A very scary one.” Aziraphale looked at him, the soft demon resting his head on his lap, lip jotting in a little pout, eyes round. “Oh yes, soooo scary.”

10/14 - Stuck together, Set up by friends

She was about to haul her suitcase on the porch when the front door swung open, Anthony’s lanky silhouette pushing against it. They froze, and so did Azra, her mouth falling slightly open. The tall redhead was wearing tight black jeans with thick army boots, and only a sleeveless, open vest as a top. “Uh, hi!” they eventually said, looking around. “You alone?” “Hm… Yes. Yes, I am. Anathema called to cancel just a minute ago, actually.” “She didn’t,” Anthony deadpaned. “No, I assure you, she did!”

12 - Blizzard or heatwave

“Imagine…” Crowley giggled, blood rushing to his head as he laid upside down with his feet up on the headrest. “Imagine I wouldn't be human. I mean… ‘m human shaped now, but… but I could be a snake. That's what I am, deep down.” He looked up, craning his neck to watch the angel, who was nursing his glass of wine close to his chest, his blue eyes lost in contemplation. “Angel?” “Hm, yes. Ah. Actually, I don’t think that would be a problem at all.”

13 - Hosting a holiday event

“That's slander! I like to host to keep alive the traditions and to bond with our—” “Sure, sure. But imagine, for a bit—” Crowley's glass was sloshing around, and momentarily Aziraphale asked himself how he was able to drink upside down, “— what you'd do if you couldn't just miracle everything perfect?” Aziraphale straightened his waistcoat and his posture, a stern look in his face. “I'd be a perfect host, miracles or not!”

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All the lives we had

Another week, another update with the marvelous @captainblou 💛💛 this week's prompts:

15 - "This looks fun" "Not the word I would use, but okay."

“You know, in thousands of possible human lives to be lived, at least one of them would have you being the cool one,” Crowley suggested. “The cool one? Is this really how you see yourself?” Aziraphale countered, raising an eyebrow. “Well, yeah. Of course.” “As opposed to me being…?” Crowley’s laugh died in his throat at the sight of the stern look on his partner’s face. “Oh, come on angel! Don’t be like that! You know what I mean!”

16/17 - Plushies, pillows, piles of blankets/Making a costume

Aziraphale’s face paled suddenly, genuine horror reaching each one of his features as he stared at the horizon. “What is it angel, are you alright?” The angel blindly reached for Crowley's hand, squeezing it between his fingers. “Dear… We could have been American teenage girls…” “ NOOO—” “We could. Humans have to grow and are everywhere—”

18 - "Is this seat taken?" "That depends."

It was hot. It always was hot, but today in particular the sun seemed to work with the sole purpose of making Aziraphale's clothes damp. “Can I sit here?” The tree cast the loveliest of shades over the playground, and it called for Aziraphale to rest under. “That depends.” “On what?” “If you're not going to snitch!” Aziraphale pursed his lips, brows furrowing. “What's there to snitch?”

19/26 Risky rescue mission / Co-parenting a pet

“Anthony, wait a second.” Aziraphale grabbed his partner's hand, watching him pout in anticipation, and kissed his cheek softly. “We don't have to adopt for the sake of adopting, alright?” “Yeah, sure.” “Promise me. We need to find the right one.” “Nggggk alright, alright. I promise. Can we go in now?” “No.” “No?” “Kiss me first.”

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