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Imagine Crowley takes the Prince of Hell job because that is the only way to stop the World ending.

Aziraphale is keeping his job for the same reason.

Their relationship is quite cold, Aziraphale tries to get closer but it’s like Crowley changed. He really put a thick wall between them. He’s kind but he’s emotionless. Every time they finish talking business he just leaves.

With them in power and actually not being distracted by anything, they do sabotage the end of the World. They get rid of Metatron.

After, there is a wedding they get invited to. Maggie and Nina. Who would have thought. Aziraphale stands behind Maggie and Crowley stands behind Nina.

Aziraphale can’t stop looking at Crowley. He’s all in black and handsome, gold jewellery making him truly seem like a Prince.

But the Prince is not looking at him.

Aziraphale knows that Crowley was kicked out of his job just like him. They both had their pardons because they made everything better but they still sabotaged the end.

He didn’t think either of them minded being set free. That’s what they always wanted.

During the party, Aziraphale watches Crowley dancing with others; laughs and moves all around. He’s gorgeous.

During the meals, Crowley looks at Aziraphale, knowing that it will be that one moment where Aziraphale won’t be trying to look at him.

He’s glad they were sat on opposite sides of the room.

When the girls plan to throw flowers, Aziraphale sees Crowley lounging in the chair, glass of champagne in his hand, nails still the black claws.

Not making a move with everyone else to catch the bouquet.

Aziraphale swallows his tears back. He misses him so much it is painful. And seeing him, during a wedding day, so far away, when it could have been them…

And that’s when Nina turns and throws her bouquet right at Crowley, smashing the glass out of his hand.

“Nina!!!”

Aziraphale would have gasped in shock if he didn’t get hit with another bouquet, from Maggie.

“Maggie!”

They don’t really have time to swear before they’re both dragged outside and kicked out on the balcony, told to “fucking talk!” before the door shuts behind them and the party continues without them.

Crowley is mad, swearing at them, “have you seen this?!” as he’s taking leaves out of his hair.

Aziraphale is still holding his bouquet.

“Here.” He reaches out to take a flower out of Crowley’s hair.

And Crowley finally looks at him.

And Aziraphale feels that maybe, just maybe, they will finally talk.

I love that we live in a world where Michael Sheen called David Tennant his lover publicly, talked about himself and David “having sex mainly” also publicly, decided Aziraphale is a bottom and plays him as one, spends every interview staring at David like he’s the best thing that ever happened to him…

Absolute king. Never change.

When they finally get a chance to kiss unbothered and unburdened they aren’t going to stop for days, 6000 years of pent up energy, and technically not needing oxygen makes for an intense make-out session

Sleight Of Hand - Chapter 1: The Pledge

@moonyinpisces and I proudly present Chapter 1 of “Sleight Of Hand”: The Pledge!

Read on Ao3 (with extra Comic pages!)

Early release of comic pages as well as sketches and uncensored Versions on my Patreon.

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“It’s our last night on Earth,” Crowley says, voice wrung together in chapped, rusted parts. “Six thousand years of this. Of never– of not getting to– *eurgh!”* Uncaring of the styling, Crowley runs frantic hands through his hair, mussing it up in tight, torturous fists. “Six thousand years. And it’s a bloody *photograph* that does us in.” 

His eyes are golden, molten in the warm, ambient light. The pulse at his long, taut neck is fluttering like a trapped bird, the skin there thin, delicate. “Hm,” Aziraphale says distractedly, without thinking too much of it. “I’d always thought it would’ve been what we’d got up to at Job’s.”

Crowley zeroes in on Aziraphale, at that point. All of this has been musings to himself, of attacks towards nobody in particular. Perhaps God. Most likely God. But now he’s not looking at God, and he’s looking at Aziraphale instead. It sets Aziraphale on edge, prickles the angelic sense at the back of his neck. It quickens his pulse, settles the heat of his body decidedly southward. But more than that, perhaps most of all; it makes Aziraphale be as reminded of Crowley’s human body as he is of his own, at this exact moment. 

The demon takes a step forward. Aziraphale, a stuttered step back. His fingers are curled into the top of his opposite sleeve, tips brushing the edge of the polaroid he’d nearly grabbed.

“Calm down, Crowley,” he says waveringly. 

“Calm *down?*” Crowley repeats quietly, dangerously. He’s looking Aziraphale in the eye, now. He’s looking nowhere else. 

Another step. Forward, back. Aziraphale licks his lips. 

“It’s all going to be alright, my dear boy,” he tries. He clears his throat, shifts his fingers further into his sleeve. “You see–”

He’s cut off. Quick as a flash, Crowley’s gripping him around the shoulders, shoves him back so his arse is pressed to the lip of the vanity, the lit-up mirror alighting him from behind. Aziraphale’s arms draw up around the demon’s shoulders in surprise. There’s nowhere else to go, no more steps to take. The look in Crowley’s eye speaks of a hunger all-too-familiar to Aziraphale. Reminiscent of meat, of basements, of languishing drunkenly at the end of another man’s Earth. Behind Crowley’s head, Aziraphale has the photograph clenched in one hand. 

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers. 

“Don’t–” Crowley’s expression is fierce, desperate. “Don’t say *anything–*” 

Aziraphale opens his mouth to say something else.

*“Angel.”* Crowley makes a desperate sort of sound, and then their lips are pressed together, and Aziraphale freezes altogether. 

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Crowley, clearly angry: I AM IN A BAD MOOD! So NOBODY TALK TO ME!! Aziraphale, pouting: Even me? Crowley, confused: What? No. Obviously, YOU can talk to me. Crowley, angry again: BUT NOBODY ELSE! I MEAN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! Crowley, softly to Aziraphale: To reiterate, this does not apply to you, Angel.

DOCTOR WHO | 1.13

It’s been fun, but I guess this is goodbye.

Source: This

Ah yes, my favourite Bible fanfics, in no particular order

"Paradise Lost", John Milton

"Divine Comedy", Dante Alighieri

"Good Omens", Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman

Trying to think of a realistic ending, I am really believing in Crowley taking the position of a Prince because it would place him in high hierarchy opposite to Aziraphale. With both of them in power, equal, on opposite sides, they can work together to bring Angels and Demons back together.

Demons never deserved to fall for not wanting to follow one voice and not being able to ask questions. For having opinions.

At the beginning of Season 2 there is a scene where Shax talks to Crowley about her trying to come up with something bad but humans always come up with something worse themselves. Crowley confirms it’s always been like this.

Aziraphale proved that he’s as capable of doing demonic deeds as Crowley is capable of doing angelic deeds.

They’re all about shades of grey.

There is no need for the bad and good guys. There is no need for humans to have angels or demons whisper in their ears. There never was. Crowley gave humans free will and they have been using it ever since.

There is no need for Heaven and Hell. No need for the divide.

So I think perhaps that’s what Crowley and Aziraphale will do. They will unionise.

Give free will to Angels and Demons too.

Let them work together.

Things I Don't Think S3 Will Give Us (even if I really want them)

More than 2 Aziracrow kisses (I would like them to make out for 6 episodes but that's unlikely)

Aziracrow sex scene (though I wish they would)

An apology dance in present day (but I think we'll see 1650)

Crowley's pre-Fall identity (probably just some hints and that's it)

Pick up right from where S2 finished (I hate the thought of them apart for so long after The Kiss)

Crowley or Azi being tortured (this is still a comedy yo)

Aziracrow turning mortal (hate this idea)

Azi or Crowley becoming demon or angel respectively (hate this idea, they're perfect as they are)

Things I'm On The Fence About If It Will Happen or Not in S3

Aziracrow hug (please god let them hug)

Azi or Crowley death (albeit temporary)

An appearance from Jesus, God - or any of the characters from S1 not in S2 e.g. Adam, Horsemen

Narration (where's God yo?)

Scenes in Crowley's flat

Crowley sleeping (we were robbed in S1)

More long haired Crowley (I miss her) (if yes, it'd likely be through flashbacks)

Any major, permanent character deaths (when has this ever happened so far? except Ligur but ehhh)

Gabriel & Beelzebub appearing

Nina & Maggie appearing

Azi's eyes changing to purple while Supreme Archangel

Things I Think S3 Will Give Us

A happy, South Downs cottage ending for Aziracrow

More flashbacks including Blitz part 3 (I'm also hoping for 1650)

2nd Aziracrow kiss (YESSSSSSSSSS)

More Azi magic

A very funny, well thought out storyline with a satisfying conclusion, visually stunning, awesome costumes and makeup, incredible acting & a beautiful score