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    collection of all my short tumblr drabbles

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    What he wanted, was-
    Salim.

    He couldn’t even say the name without his already small voice cracking in half at the syllable break. He cleared his throat and tried again. As if he could call him back, will him into needing Jason as much as Jason needed him, returning to him with some grand gesture not in shining armour on a noble steed but in army greens with eyes sweeter than chocolate.

     

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    Salim looked so deeply relaxed, so content, the horrors of the past three days clearly leaving the building as the building was slowly turning itself back into a temple. One Jason was more than keen on praying at. Warm-toned, clean skin of Salim’s thick arms and fit chest glistened like a thousand diamonds in a cave, one of his legs casually, carelessly, tantalisingly dangling over the edge and dripping on the floor, Salim lounging among the sparse bubbles like a fucking Adonis.

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    17 Dec 2023

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    Post-season-two. Crowley's moping, Aziraphale wants to fix things, and turns out, there's enough blame to go around.

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    “You’re being ridiculous.”

    Crowley very nearly falls over.

    Like, actually. He very nearly loses balance for no reason at all and tumbles to the sidewalk next to his car. He’s been playing Aziraphale’s voice in his head for weeks, he’s been trying very hard to drown out the sound of it, in fact, and now suddenly, abruptly—

    “What are you doing here,” is all he can think to say. He whirls around, and there he is. On Crowley’s right, standing there like he’d never left. Where he belongs, Crowley’s mind helpfully supplies. He wishes he could punch himself in the brain, knock the thoughts right on out of there.

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    02 Sep 2023

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    Crowley strolled through the garden of the Selsey house, pruners in hand, scrutinizing the plants with a practiced eye. He snipped a yellowing leaf off one of his lilies. Once he might have pulled the whole plant up and made an example out of it. He would have hissed threats at the rest of them as he did. But now he just clipped the yellow leaf and tucked it into the pocket of his black gardening apron. He continued his inspection of the plants, moving along the raised beds, looking for any hint of imperfection among the foliage and deep red and purple blooms. Everything was as it should be until he rounded the corner and saw a little patch of yellow daffodils peeking out of one of the beds.
    “Angel?” he called to Aziraphale who sat on a bench next to a nearby fountain, reading a book with a little tray of fruit and cheese.
    “Yes, dear?” He said without looking up from his book.
    “Why are there daffodils in my garden?”
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    After the events of Part 1, Crowley and Aziraphale navigate the new dynamics of their relationship, play parent to Muriel, and try to stop the end of the world... again.

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    31 Aug 2023

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    The first time they touch, it’s in the Garden of Eden. They’re watching Eve and Adam disappear over the line of the horizon. The humans are facing the endless, sparse expanse of the desert. As it begins to rain, Crawly shifts closer to Aziraphale, and the angel protects him with his wing.
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    Or, six thousand years of pining, stolen glances, almost-touches, plummeting towards the inevitable end.

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    29 Aug 2023

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    "All right, I know I'm going to regret asking this," Aziraphale says. "What exactly does this wager entail?"

    Crowley grins like the cat that not only got the cream but has absconded with the entire cow. He grabs the bottle and swigs straight from it despite Aziraphale's tut of disapproval.

     "The pot goes to whichever demon can get an angel into bed by the end of the evening."

     AKA The Fic That Tumblr Made Me Write. Heaven and Hell share a corporate party once per millennium. This time someone's had the bright idea of issuing a challenge to the demons of Hell. Crowley has no intention of missing the opportunity; Aziraphale's just enough of a bastard to make him work for it.

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    30 Jul 2023