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    Fics for (probably) various fandoms for whumptober 2025! <3

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    “I choose Crowley,” Aziraphale says, voice both soft and firm at the same time. Meets Crowley’s gaze so steadily, as if it’s easy for him to say those words. And it’s as much to Crowley as it is to the Metatron, as much promise as it is a renunciation, and Crowley’s heart hurts.

    “Very well,” the Metatron says. “You will not like the consequences.”

    “Damn the consequences.” Aziraphale uses his just-enough-of-a-bastard voice, the one that makes shivers race up and down Crowley’s spine. “You may see yourself out, Voice of God.”

    There’s a rustle of feathers, and then the Metatron is gone and the bookshop is silent, save for the ticking of the clock and the furious staccato of Crowley’s heartbeat.

    Aziraphale – an angel of grace and poise and grandeur – stumbles. His expression twists in confusion, first, and then pain – horrible, gut-wrenching, unexpected pain – and then he falls to his knees, voice breaking in a pained whine.

    “Oh,” he gasps, head thrown back, eyes glazed and unseeing. “Oh, that – damned indeed,” he says, just before he crumples forward and blacks out.

     

    (Aziraphale rejects the Metatron's offer and chooses Crowley instead. Crowley helps him through the aftermath.)

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    13 Jun 2026

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    It is far from the first time in six millennia Crowley has seen Aziraphale grow drowsy. He knows better than to say anything, when this happens.

    What he does do is move a minute, undemanding distance towards Aziraphale on the seat of the sofa, and extend one arm along the backrest. And then, simply, wait.

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    12 Jun 2026

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    Finally, Aziraphale spoke. “You mean to say— you got us married?”

    “Just as a precaution, I never really thought I’d end up discorporated again, it’d been ages, you just don’t get stampedes or assassinations like you used to —”

    “You got us married, and you didn’t tell me?”

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    Crowley gets inconveniently discorporated. And it’s not like it’s ever been easy to get a new body, but this time around, things really aren’t looking good. His new innuendo-obsessed lust-demon of a coworker honestly isn’t helping things.

    Meanwhile, Aziraphale has a dead body to contend with, and an occult mortician & his very normal daughter to fend off. What lengths will he go to in order to get Crowley back to Earth?

    Podfic of dearly departed by attheborder.

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    11 Jun 2026

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    Aziraphale squinted at the tape in his hands. “What’s a Velvet Underground?”

    “You wouldn’t like it,” drawled Crowley.

    “Oh.” Aziraphale nodded in sudden recognition. “Bebop.”

    All those drums and beats and staticky sounds. He wouldn’t like it, indeed.

     

    Aziraphale is neurodivergent, and used to being ridiculed for it. Crowley loves him.

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    10 Jun 2026

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    “’Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love.’”

    “’Hamlet’.” Crowley says, just as quiet, turning over so that he’s looking up at Aziraphale. Aziraphale looks back down at him with a gentle smile.

    “You never gave up. Ever the optimist.” Aziraphale murmurs as his finger traces the sharp lines of Crowley’s jaw. It’s a gentle thing – a featherlight touch that’s barely there, but still imbued with so much of Aziraphale’s love, that it thrums at the base of his spine.

    Or; a journey of healing and learning to be happy.
    (A sequel to 'an ode (to who we used to be)' - this cannot be read as a standalone.)

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    09 Jun 2026