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    Humor and Drama and Adventure, oh my! Stories, drabbles, and long winding narratives from all across the realms of fandom.

    Various ideas, scenes, conversations, and character studies. The title comes from that book most US elementary school students have to read: From the Mixed up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler. You know, the one where they live in the Metropolitan Museum of Art for about a week?

    All stories are unrelated unless stated otherwise.

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    A look at Voldemort's Inner Circle Death Eaters, in a universe where they are (and always were) deeply loyal to their master.

    One part angst. One part humor.

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    Wensley has a lot of things to process. Friends with supernatural powers, literal demons hanging around. What he's afraid of.

    One of the things he thought he was afraid of was Mr. Crowley. But Wensley almost thinks he's getting used to Mr. Crowley. What's more, it almost seems like Mr. Crowley is getting used to him. It's an unlikely friendship—is it a friendship?—but whatever it is, it's getting moreso. Especially once Mr. Crowley figures out that Wensley is interested in astronomy.

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    13 Dec 2019

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    A number of things collided in his head, such as the way Mr. Crowley always talked as if he had known Eve, and how fast he moved when he really wanted to, and the poster. The only print in the universe, he suddenly realized, that had been signed by the artist.

    “You,” Mr. Aziraphale said, sounding amused, “are a show-off .”

    “You love it,” Mr. Crowley said scornfully, closing his hand around the white-hot meteor. The glow died.

    “Yes, I suppose I do, at that. You’re also being very kind.”

    “No, I’m really not.”

    “Sweet?” There was a certain mischief in the way he said it.

    “Shut up. I am being terrifyingly sadistic right now, and don’t you forget it.” He knelt back down to where Wensley was sitting. “Because,” he said to Wensley, taking his shocked hand and putting a perfectly cool, pea-sized meteor in it, “no-one will ever. Ever . Believe you.”

    Mr. Crowley was the original Serpent, and he had designed the Serpent’s Eye Nebula, and he had just caught Wensley a meteor, out of the actual sky, because he thought Wensley would like it.

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    “How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway.
    “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton.
    “Everyone.”

    No one wants to say it, but the residents of Dorm A, floor 3, are collectively convinced Aziraphale Fell’s boyfriend does not exist. This is their story.

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    12 Dec 2019

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    “How many people don’t believe I exist?” Crowley asks in the doorway.

    “I’m sure no – ” Aziraphale begins, only to be cut off by Gabriel and a reluctant Newton.

    “Everyone.”

    Something firms in Crowley’s posture and he spins around, dragging Aziraphale with him, “Time to knock on everyone’s doors and scare the hell out of them.”

    “Crowley – ” Aziraphale tries to put up a token protest but his eyes are glinting with vicious humor.

    “It’s the spirit of the season, angel!” Crowley declares, sweeping out of the room, Aziraphale huffing and laughing in his wake.

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    Falling hurts, or so some people have implied. Nothing particularly hurts about sauntering vaguely downwards, though.

    Although the landing’s still a bitch, of course.

    Crowley doesn’t remember much of whoever he was before he was Crawly, except that he asked far too many questions and hung a few stars and was definitely not called “Crawly”. Presumably he wasn’t snakey or slithery, either. Nothing special or surprising there. He doesn’t worry about it, generally, because obviously you don’t go a-sauntering if you’re pleased with your lot in life. Existence. Whichever. But whatever he’s forgotten, it can’t have been that important.

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    In which they are both soppy, gooey, in love. They might not verbalize it, but the sentiment is there plainer than any "I love yous" could be.
    Oh, and Crowley is Raphael, but that's secondary to them being mushy at each other.

    “Crowley, really,” he says. “Do I go around flashing all my eyes and wings at you every time you upset me?”

    “I am not upssssset!” Crowley snarls at him. Aziraphale huffs at him.

    “You’re hissing at me,” he says disapprovingly. “When have you ever hissed at me and not been upset?”

    “Plenty of timessss!” Crowley says. “I’m drunk, I hisssss when I’m drunk!”

    “Yes, and you’re usually upset, too,” Aziraphale says. “We certainly don’t drink tequila when you’re in a pleasant mood.”

    “We never drink tequila!” Crowley says.

    “This is at least the fourth time this millennium,” Aziraphale says. “You just always pass out after and then I end up with a cranky demon sleeping it off on my floor for the rest of the weekend.”

    “Cranky—?”

    “Yes, cranky,” Aziraphale repeats with another huff. He picks up his wine glass again and takes a long drink. Crowley sputters, with no idea what to say. He’s not cranky. Demons don’t get cranky, demons get wrathful and spiteful and murderous, and then they—they wrath and spite and murder! That’s what they do!

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    And how many times, equally, had Aziraphale taken a step back, had let Crowley ache for him and give nothing in return. It had been 52 years and still every spare second of Crowley’s time, he thought about it:

    "You go too fast for me, Crowley."

    //Based off a brilliant comic done by @_scaramacai on Instagram, and a bunch of A/C headcanons I've picked up along the way.

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    12 Dec 2019

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    Six thousand years. It was as wonderful as Crowley had ever imagined.

    Aziraphale pulled away. His face was sprinkled with pink, his eyes soft.

    “Angel,” Crowley whispered.

    “You know, my dear, the humans started using that as a pet name because of you.”

    “I know.”

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    (it's more likely than you think)

    Warlock "Lockie" Dowling summons a demon.

    Or, he buys a book off a suspiciously familiar bookseller and is convinced into demon summoning.

    It goes about as well as you'd expect.

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    10 Dec 2019

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    And then he glances down at the carefully laid out circle that Lockie has ruined by tumbling in and clinging to him like a child, and raises an eyebrow.

    "First rule of summonings," he says, to the room in general, "Never break the circle."

    And he steps out of it, eyebrow twitching above his glasses like he's winking and somehow forgotten that he'd wearing sunglasses. His roommates both stare blankly.

    "Hey, Lockie," says Omar, pleasantly, "What the fuck?"

    Lockie clears his throat and gestures to Nanny, who has loped away and is now inspecting the plants (which make up roughly 50% of the living room) with a critical air. "This is my old Nanny, Lilith Ashtoreth," he says.

    Nanny makes a choking noise from where he's squinting at Herbert the English Ivy.

    "This explains nothing ," says Omar.