Dennis kisses him, triumphant and drunk on whiskey and relief, while Charlie and Frank are in the office arguing about how many cans of cat food to take to the museum. It lasts approximately one second; Mac feels a-flame.
Roughly 3,000 words of Mac wanting Dennis and Dennis wanting Mac. They're stuck in a literal closet for most of this. Subtlety? I don't know her.
03 Aug 2019
"Being an angel was not so different from being a demon, insofar as the job went. The reports that Aziraphale sent up to Heaven, and Crowley sent down to Hell, were a dull and tedious part of the job, rife with all the arbitrary quotas and bureaucratic hoops to jump through that one could hope for. They were each expected to influence a certain number of people per year, and they were expected to keep records of the time and place and the actions they took, and they were expected to compile a portfolio to submit to their immediate supervisors."
- Part 1 of will in overplus
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20 Nov 2019
19 Aug 2019
It's a classic story: Angel meets knight. Angel volunteers to get beheaded by knight. Knight turns out to be angel's demon frenemy. Somehow, there is kissing.
Based on the Middle English ballad Sir Gawain and the Green Knight.
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25 Aug 2019
21 Aug 2019
“Have we been fools?” Crowley asked.
“The worst kind.”
“Oh, I don’t know.” Crowley stood and placed his other hand on Aziraphale’s cheek, forcing his gaze up. “I’ve never had more fun than when I’ve been a fool with you.”
or: nanny ashteroth and brother francis arrive at the dowlings, married. the decision ripples through the years.
"There was something else I was going to ask you," Aziraphale continued, unabashed. "Ah… How to put it?" He tapped his hand on his thigh for a moment, and then apparently found inspiration. "Ah! When you're…" Crowley made the mistake of making eye contact with him, and Aziraphale gave him another outrageous wink. "Dining out… What cutlery do you prefer to use?"
"I'm sorry?" Crowley said pleasantly, trying his best not to cause anything in the dining room to catch aflame in his frustration.
Aziraphale gave him a reproachful stare, as if Crowley were being very stupid. "When you're eating, Crowley. Do you favour the… The knife?" Aziraphale actually glanced conspicuously at his own crotch, and Crowley considered leaving the dining room via the nearest window. "Or the spoon?" Another raised eyebrow. "Or even, let's say, a fork?"
"What the fuck is the fork in this situation?" Crowley hissed through gritted teeth.
Aziraphale mentions that he'd like to have sex with Crowley. Crowley is completely taken-aback, and very conflicted, and very interested. Aziraphale is also trying to kill him by using elaborate food metaphors to explain the whole subject, which is not helping in the slightest.
12 Aug 2019
"Are you…" Crowley holds the word on his tongue a moment. "…jealous of Satan?"
"Now that would be just ridiculous," Aziraphale says.
But he doesn't say no.