Cesare

Cesare, also known as Almostnever



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    The last thing Crowley remembered, it was February of 1481, and he was getting spectacularly drunk in the one tavern in Seville which had yet to throw him out. And then, very suddenly, it was July of 2029, and he was in England with an older Aziraphale who kept smiling at him and calling him "my dear".

    This isn't how his life is supposed to go. Something must be wrong here.

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    24 Jan 2021

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    Hannibal is locked up in the Baltimore Asylum for the Criminally Insane. Supposedly he's in maximum security but he pretty much just breaks out and leaves any time it suits him.

    And it suits him to break out whenever he thinks Will needs him.

    I mean, they forgot Will's birthday! Come on, wouldn't you?

    Fill for the meme.

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    14 Sep 2020

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    “You should take a date to your fundraiser."
    “Yes, perhaps you’re right. It would be improper to invite someone under false pretence, mind, and for my patient to understand, the evidence would need to be… compelling.”
    “Perhaps an ex-girlfriend,” Will says, unsure why the thought makes him feel flat and remote.
    “That would be incredibly inappropriate.”
    “A friend then. Someone you can explain the problem to. You could take-”
    “You,” Hannibal interjects.
    The words belly-flop into silence. Will’s mouth opens, and then closes, and then opens again.

     

    When Franklyn's advances of friendship become too much for even Hannibal to politely ignore, he enlists Will's help.

     

    Written for the Accidental Sex challenge- the prompt was #AccidentalSex14: “Playing a prank on our friends to make them think we’re a couple and now we’re in bed together” sex.

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    01 Sep 2020

  4. Rec 96

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    The dream demon is digging into a patch of earth with a small copper trowel. He resembles Crowley at what Aziraphale privately believes is his most lovely: long red curls in a loose braid down his back, a black cotton skirt printed with crimson rosebuds, dark-brown leather sandals, and a plain white linen shirt that’s a few sizes too big—is that from Aziraphale’s own wardrobe a few centuries past? When Crowley turns around, Aziraphale is pleased to note the lack of sunglasses. Then he feels foolish, because his dream Crowleys have never hidden their eyes; they never want to hide themselves from him.

    Crowley drops the trowel and squints up at him, and Aziraphale worries that his subconscious mind has made the sun too bright. He’s trying to focus on dimming it when Crowley says, ‘Hello, angel. Didn’t expect you, though I suppose I should’ve. You must have been done in. Absolutely knackered.’ He half-smiles. ‘So, you’ve found my secret garden at last.’

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    Aziraphale wants to talk to the real Crowley, not a product of his subconscious mind—even though the dream is giving him everything he ever wanted. Isn’t it?

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    04 Jul 2020

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    A few months prior to leaving the Dowling household, Crowley had downloaded Grindr for the sole purpose of catfishing randy morons. He was not expecting a paragraph that began with: ‘hello. I hope you don’t think this is too forward, but I couldn’t help but notice you have the most lovely nipples.’

     

    Crowley keeps trying to meet his Grindr fuckbuddy. Aziraphale keeps showing up at all his meeting spots. This is terrible.

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    03 Jul 2020

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