SpaceGiraffe

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    Birthday fics for Dapper, inspired by her amazing Tarot Deck!

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    A madcap mix of parody medleys to celebrate Zin_Lynn.

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  1. Rec 24

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    It’s true they’ve managed two conversations, during which information has certainly been exchanged, but Aziraphale has found them bizarre, uncomfortable affairs. Outside their conversations Aziraphale is rather under the impression Crowley is waiting for him to make a mistake. He often catches the man staring intensely at him across the room, as if expecting him to trip over his own shoelaces or spill his drink down his own jacket.

     

    He doesn't like Crowley and Crowley doesn't like him. Right? Azirpahale can't possibly have got that one wrong.

    *points to the tags* This is pure fluff.

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    27 Mar 2025

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    Wonderful, heartwarming and beautiful!

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    Saraqael feels lonely in Heaven's headquarters. Will the arrival of the new Archangel bring a change to that?

     

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    Through endless halls of Heaven’s quarters,
    I float to another meeting and I wonder:
    Do I have any friends in here at all,
    Or did I lose them all during the fall?
    As I look out over London’s skies,
    It takes all I have not to burst out and cry,
    Feeling the vast and endless loneliness
    Reflected back to me on the glass.

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    18 Nov 2024

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    Incredibly moving

  3. Rec 3

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    A mishap over making his nightly cocoa leads to Aziraphale breaking his reading glasses. Luckily Crowley has a solution.

    Written for Nosferatini, for her birthday.

    With artwork kindly provided by GaHellHimself. Check out his work on tumblr:

    www.tumblr.com/gahellhimself-blog

    Or Instagram:

    www.instagram.com/gaelhimself/

     

    Thank you to my beta happynachohologram.

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    25 Oct 2024

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    Like a hug 🥰

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    There's a first time for everything. Gotta make it perfect, right?

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    No, Crowley had been convinced. If it were ever to happen, he was confident that drama would be key. A backdrop of Hellfire, or a frenzied lurch for freedom, or some other forced decision of similar magnitude—something external prompting him to seize Aziraphale and drag him in close, deliver a kiss like a message, a challenge.

     

    It needed to be fantastically exciting, or there would be too much risk of Aziraphale coming to his senses and walking away.

     

    Crowley couldn’t picture it any other way. Certainly he hadn’t pictured it like... this.

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    12 Oct 2024

  5. Rec 39

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    Crowley and Aziraphale still meet secretly to try to stop the Second Coming, but they’re not talking, not the way they once did. Words aren’t the only way to communicate all the things that are left unsaid.

    Updated with a new chapter

    You slowly put your hand against mine, our fingertips touching, separated by wood and sin and sacrament.

    I imagine us leaning forward, our lips meeting, kissing open mouthed, surrounded by the heady scent of incense.

    I keep my eyes on you, willing you to offer your mouth to me. There is a quiver in your bottom lip, a softness to your jaw as if you’re about to tip towards me, seeking a blessing from my tongue.

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    24 Sep 2024