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Sounds perfect Wahhhh, I don’t wanna
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Idea I might write after indulging in some back and forth with a friend: rather than keep their Arrangement a secret from their superiors, Crowley tells hell that he’s trying to tempt the angel Aziraphale to fall, while Aziraphale convinces his that he’s experimenting with whether it’s possible to redeem a demon.

Since tempting an angel to Fall would be a crowning achievement for any demon, and since heaven is pretty willing to let Aziraphale have his experiments as long as he doesn’t interfere with their greater plans, they allow it, too.

Aziraphale and Crowley are both well aware that the other is supposed to be “tempting them” away from their side, and mostly just use the opportunity to spend as much time indulging in human pleasures as much as possible.

“I got him to do a round of temptations for me and he did a really good job,” Crowley tells Beelzebub, while at the same time Aziraphale is explaining to Gabriel how he convinced Crowley to do some of his miracles “for the sake of convenience” and Crowley added some touches Aziraphale wouldn’t have thought of.

Aziraphale produces a list as long as his arm about all the good Crowley has put into the world since his last check in. It’s completely accurate. Crowley talks about all the petty frivolities he gets Aziraphale to to indulge in, entirely honestly.

Neither heaven nor hell suspects, and they’re allowed to carry on their Arrangement without fear of repercussion as long as they make a play of tempting each other.

rubyanjel

Jeez ain’t that accurate

rafaelafranzen mortuarybees
saaliyah

oh yeah they’re smoking in the inner courtyard after hours in art museum au for absolute sure

saaliyah

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it goes like this @mortuarybees

On the days when they have stayed up late enough debating, talking, pining, that morning is closer than either of them can bare, Aziraphale stands up and takes his duster and Crowley’s blazer off the coat stand in the corner. Crowley gets up to follow him, the route is second nature by now, as they softly make their way to the inner courtyard of the original wing. The conversation barely falters.

It’s always the same door with the funny lock, the same archway in the west corner in between two marble columns. There’s enough space that they could keep their distance, there’s safety in distance after all. 

But like a question, Aziraphale slips the brass cigarette case out of his coat pocket. And like permission, overt and constant permission, Crowley pulls out a small flip lighter from the inside of his blazer. It’s an old sweet silver thing. He’d remarked on it as they walked through some vintage market and found it not a day later wrapped in brown cloth on his desk the next morning. That was nearly a decade ago, now that he reflected on it.

Aziraphale closes his eyes as he places a cigarette in between his lips and Crowley flips the lighter open and slides his thumb across the flint wheel. There’s barely any space between them now. The only time the flame falters is as Aziraphale’s eyes open to watch the end ignite and Crowley’s breath hitches. One would think he would be used to them, after all this time. But it’s just as much of the dance as the door, the archway, the cigarette case, the silver lighter, the single cigarette passed back and forth between them, and the pink in the sky as the sun starts to come back.

Aziraphale would exhale and hold it out for Crowley to lean forward.

Their knuckles would brush as he accepted it. Breathe in. Exhale out. Reverse. Repeat. Step forward and back.

Was it really just a dance? A prayer? A promise? Whatever it was, they shared in it. No matter if both of them could only recite Eros the Bittersweet internally

And it is only, suddenly, at the moment when I would dissolve that boundary, I realize I never can.

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The One Where They Buy a Cottage

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Crowley mentioned an interest in taking a break from the city, just for a few decades. Maybe going somewhere quieter, slower, somewhere where he could work on a garden full of flowers and trees and vegetables and anything he could get his hands on.

A week later, the angel tentatively suggested a place he’d been looking at in Hampshire, near the South Downs.
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Wherein two occultish beings buy a cottage together and try to get used to the fact that nobody’s watching them anymore.

Words: 6887, Chapters: ½, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Sudfield Cottage



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lonicera-caprifolium

My favorite thing about the French Revolution scene is still Crowley making Aziraphale miracle his own clothes, because he's literally just saying, "admit it. Admit you could have miracled yourself out of this situation at any point, and you just wanted me here," just to be a little bit of a bastard about it, because of course. And Aziraphale does it, because of course.

So they both get exactly what they wanted. And also crepes.