Happy Holidays, silverfox! Part 5
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go_exchangeThey had enough time left to pay the cathedral a visit. Neither had been there in ages, and both had to admit it looked quite lovely still.
It was always nice to visit places that had been there for centuries. Human life was fleeting, changing, and shifting – which was what made it so interesting and wonderful, of course. But sometimes, it gave you a bit of comfort to see that some things were outlasting and, like you, were living on while everything around you vanished.
Aziraphale was running his fingers along the pillars as they slowly walked through the church, bathing in the colourful light that fell in through the stained glass windows. The stones were old and full of memories. Sometimes, places like this helped you to remember, too.
“Do you recall when this was the highest building in the world?” he asked as they stood in the crossing, leaning their heads back to look at the mosaic on the ceiling.
Crowley shook his head. “No. When was that?”
“Ah. 19th century. You were asleep then.”
Crowley hummed lowly.
“You know what,” he mused, “we should come back here when all this is over. We haven’t been on vacation for quite a while. We could do Germany first, then Italy, France, Spain. Maybe fly over to Greece after that. You know, looking at the old sights, the new sights, enjoying the food, the atmosphere. London is great, but I need a break from it.”
Aziraphale had to smile softly. “That would be wonderful,” he said. “I would enjoy that very much.”
He saw Crowley smile as well out of the corner of his eye.
“Good,” the demon replied. “We’ll talk about that later then.”
Aziraphale nodded with a smile and linked his arm with Crowley’s.
They bought some more chocolates on their way to the airport and shared them in the car. It was quite a bummer that Queen wasn’t playing on the radio, but they could live with it for the short while that the ride took.
Back on the plane, however, Aziraphale could feel Crowley getting more and more nervous. He started to become fidgety and uneasy and he began to babble about random things completely out of the blue. After millennia of experience with him, Aziraphale knew these signs of panic.
He couldn’t say that he blamed Crowley. He was pretty sure that Gabriel wouldn’t attack him, but who knew? Crowley was a demon, after all, and Gabriel was an angel with very strict standards. Maybe he did feel like using his newly regained powers to smite the first demon he could get his hands on.
Aziraphale placed a hand on Crowley’s forearm and let soothing energies flow over to the demon. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Crowley. And if he had to antagonise Gabriel in the process, so be it.
“Look how huge this town seems to be when you fly over it,” he mumbled as London came into sight beneath them. “I always forget how big it really is.”
“Things always get bigger the closer they are to you,” Crowley replied. There was this voice that he always had when he was thinking about things. Aziraphale squeezed his arm tighter and stroked it with his thumb.
When they left the plane, he still held on to Crowley tightly.
“Can you stop here, please?” he asked on their way back to the bookshop. “I need to make a purchase.”
“At Waterstones?” Crowley frowned. “Don’t you have enough books at your own shop?”
“Not these,” Aziraphale said and opened the door. “I’ll be right back,” he promised and vanished into the store.
A moment later, he came out with a huge bag in one hand, and a tiny bag in the other. He handed the tiny bag to Crowley as he got back into the car.
“What’s this?” the demon asked.
“Chocolate fudge brownies,” Aziraphale replied. “For celebrating when we finally got rid of Gabriel.”
“Ah… Well, then.”
“I bought three,” Aziraphale went on, fully aware of the nervous swallow Crowley gave. “One for you, one for me, and one to share.”
“So two for you,” Crowley teased with flat tones and started the engine. The bag remained in his lap as he drove, a silent reassurance that nothing bad would happen to him.
He parked the Bentley in front of Aziraphale’s bookshop. Just when Aziraphale had put down all of the bags in his back room, the bell above the shop door jingled, announcing that the two Archangels had arrived. They were laughing about something. That was a good sign. At least, Gabriel seemed to be in a good mood, then.
Aziraphale cast a glance to Crowley, who had joined him in the back room. He looked absolutely horrible. All Aziraphale wanted to do was give him a long, firm hug and tell him that everything would turn out fine, but right now, with Gabriel and Raphael in the next room, that certainly wasn’t the best idea. So he just smiled at him reassuringly, and then left the back room to meet the other angels on their way through the shop.
“I see you found your way back here,” he stated.
“Yup,” Raphael confirmed. He had his arm thrown around Gabriel and grinned. “How was Germany?” he asked, with a terrible German accent.
“Successful,” Aziraphale replied. “The summoning is now coded on Crowley, who can’t wait to let go of it again. So if we could get it over with, I think everyone involved would be ever so grateful.”
“Agreed,” Gabriel grumbled.
“Alright. I shall get the book and the chalk and the candles, then. The sooner we get through with this, the better.”
Gabriel nodded and Raphael just smiled.
Aziraphale returned to the back room and got the utensils he had already used for the ritual in Germany out of his travelling bag. The book with the Summoning Text he still left in there. There was no need to bring this one up yet.
The volume with the ritual that could break the bond between Gabriel and Crowley held a bookmark at the page that they needed. This time, Aziraphale miracled Gabriel’s hands clean without even asking him beforehand.
“Hold this,” he said and shoved the open book in his grip. “Raphael, would you kindly help me with the preparations? I am certain no one here wants Crowley to be involved in any of these proceedings.”
The demon was standing a bit aside, leaning against the wall. He had his hands buried deep into his pockets to a) look cool and calm, and b) not fiddle around with anything nervously.
Raphael raised his eyebrows with a bemused little smile, but nodded. “My pleasure,” he proclaimed sweetly.
Together, they began to chalk the required shapes, sigils, and words onto the wooden floor of the bookshop. Aziraphale was far more trained in this than Raphael was, since the Archangel didn’t have to resort to these methods to contact Heaven. He was in Heaven most of the time. Aziraphale, however, had used rituals all the time before Above had established the phone connection, which had only happened a few decades ago. So, for Aziraphale, this was common practice.
Still, Raphael worked very scrupulously. Aziraphale was faster, but he didn’t have to correct a thing when they began to double- and triple-check the chalking. Gabriel checked them again as well, and Aziraphale knew Crowley did the same from where he stood, even though he still acted impassive.
Finally, they placed the candles at the right spots and checked everything for the very last time.
“I think we can begin now,” Aziraphale stated. “Gabriel, Crowley? Are you ready?”
Gabriel nodded. “I can’t wait for this to be over,” he declared and handed the book back to Aziraphale. “My human body is itching and tensing, and I’m starting to feel emaciated. I want my powers back finally.”
“Whatever it takes to have you leave my playing field,” Crowley stated from where he leaned against the wall. “There are far too many angels in my proximity right now.”
He wasn’t even joking with this, Aziraphale knew. But he still managed to make it sound snotty.
Under Gabriel’s glare, Crowley pushed himself off the wall and stepped into the circle Aziraphale gestured to. Gabriel stepped into the other.
“So, we’re clear?” Crowley asked, sounding ever so casual. Only someone as familiar with him as Aziraphale could hear the slight tremble underneath his act. “I release you, you leave this place immediately without any further ado? I don’t tell anyone about my services for you, you stop forcing Aziraphale on my trail so much?”
Gabriel studied him with narrowed eyes, lips pressed together into a thin, grim line. Then he nodded grudgingly.
“I’ll stick to my word,” he promised Crowley. “But if I get wind of you not keeping your end of the deal, you’ll regret crossing me for the rest of eternity.”
Crowley managed to grin convincingly. “Oh, no worries, Gabriel,” he purred. “I’ll enjoy the potential of this knowledge far too much to waste it that easily.”
Gabriel’s face grew dark. He probably wanted to smite Crowley right on the spot, but if he angered the demon, he would spill everything about this precarious deal, and Gabriel could not afford that. He didn’t know that Crowley actually was far more scared of him than he could ever be of Crowley.
“Fine,” Aziraphale hurried to say. “Let’s get started then, shall we? I will instruct you on what to do during the ritual, and please follow said instructions without making a fuss about them, or something might go wrong. Alright? Good. Uh, Raphael, would you mind standing aside a bit so I can… Thank you. Oh, and please dim the light. Okay. All is ready. Here we go then.”
He cleared his throat.
The book was heavy in his arms. Its binding was rough against his fingertips, the ink stood out black against the light page. Aziraphale, who was usually well composed and steady, felt the blood throbbing against his temples.
He opened his mouth and began to read.
Aziraphale knew every language that ever had existed on Earth; even the ones that had long been dead. Still, he was very careful not to mispronounce a word or to trip over a sentence. Every tiny mistake could turn this ritual into a risk.
Finally, he had reached the end of the first writing.
“I now need Crowley to perform something,” he then announced softly. He turned the book around so that Crowley could see the pages, and pointed at a sigil, drawn in red ink. “You need to draw this on Gabriel’s forehead,” he said. “And then say the words written below this drawing.”
Gabriel looked as if he wanted to kill both of them.
“I told you I would draw on Gabriel’s face,” Crowley quipped, but Aziraphale heard the nervous tremor in his voice. Still, Crowley managed to keep his hand steady as he reached up to connect the tip of his thumb to the Archangel’s forehead.
Gabriel gritted his teeth and hissed in suppressed pain. The sigil that Crowley drew with his finger appeared as a red marking on Gabriel’s skin, like a brand caused simply by the touch.
Aziraphale cast a glance over at Raphael. The other Archangel was standing behind Gabriel, watching what was happening. Peculiarly, he seemed very relaxed.
Crowley turned his head to have a look at the book again. Aziraphale tapped his index finger next to the words he needed to read out loud. They were also printed in red.
Crowley recited them faultlessly, filling in both of their names where they were needed. The sigil on Gabriel’s forehead began to glow, changing from red to white. A low humming noise started to fill the room.
The last words, Crowley remembered and turned his head back to look at Gabriel. His sunglasses hid his yellow eyes, but the intensity of his glance was palpable. It was a challenging glance, a last reassurance that both of them would stick to their word. Gabriel held his gaze, eyes glimmering with unspoken threats and promises.
“I hereby release you from your binding,” Crowley said.
Light exploded inside Gabriel’s circle. It shot up his legs, his torso, his head, engulfing him in blinding, bright whiteness. A relieved groan escaped him as he lay back his head.
The light around him began to form wings. They grew and unfolded, and when the light retreated, Gabriel stood there in all his glory: Tall, broad, with big, grey and brown wings, matching his hair and clothing. A bit of the light remained above his head, surrounding it like a halo. He looked intimidatingly majestic.
It was absolutely annoying.
His purple eyes lingered on Crowley. Aziraphale closed the book and put it away, just in case he needed to intervene in something.
But Gabriel and Crowley just stared at each other.
Finally, the Archangel raised his chin and let his wings disappear.
“Don’t misinterpret this, demon,” he said in his usual, arrogant tone. “We have an agreement and I will stick to it, but this agreement won’t overwrite our basic relationship. It only applies to this very situation and does not mean you get a free pass on anything else. Next time we see each other, everything will be back to normal.”
“I don’t intend to see you again,” Crowley said, and Aziraphale was surprised by how convincingly snide his voice sounded. “And you seem to forget that you came to me for help, not the other way round. If anyone here has the right to make angry remarks, it is me, not you.”
Gabriel’s expression darkened. Crowley was right, of course. Gabriel had no reason to be this hostile, since Crowley had helped him out of a very unpleasant situation, without really asking for much. Actually, he had, of course, helped Aziraphale out of an unpleasant situation. But Gabriel wasn’t aware of that.
Aziraphale knew, though, how hard it was to fully trust a demon. It had taken him some time, even though he had never been particularly hostile towards Crowley and had never minded chatting or being with him. Gabriel, probably, was just very afraid of the power that Crowley now held over him. He couldn’t know that the worst thing Crowley would do was to make fun of him around Aziraphale for the rest of their shared eternity.
“Thank you, Crowley,” Aziraphale said in Gabriel’s place. “For helping us out.”
“My pleasure, angel,” Crowley replied sweetly. “See, this is how you treat a demon who helped you, Gabriel.”
Before Gabriel’s face could turn any sourer, Raphael placed a hand on his shoulder and gently pulled him out of the circle. “Indeed, we thank you,” he said and smiled at Crowley. “It is because of you that I have my loved one back. Now we will do you the favour of finally leaving you alone after all these strains. Gabriel and I have some things to catch up on and the both of you should do the exact same.”
He grinned widely and winked at the both of them. Aziraphale, who realised Raphael really meant exactly the same, stared at him with big eyes.
Gabriel seemed to interpret his partner’s words differently. He loosened up a little and nodded at Aziraphale. “Thank you for your assistance,” he said.
That he actually acknowledged Aziraphale’s help and didn’t just take it as a given, startled Aziraphale almost as much as Raphael’s implication towards him and Crowley. He blinked slowly.
“Now before we go: What happened to the Summoning Text? I hope the woman is not still in possession of it.”
Aziraphale got a hold of himself and shook his head hurriedly. “Oh, no! No, no. She doesn’t have it anymore, we took care of that,” he promised.
Gabriel studied him suspiciously, full well knowing they stood in a shop bursting with old and valuable books, so Aziraphale quickly started a distraction manoeuvre. “Wait, I’ve got something for you!” he announced. Under Gabriel’s, Raphael’s, and Crowley’s confused glances, he hurried over to the big bag from Waterstones and presented it to his direct superior.
Gabriel took it, confused, and had a look inside. “… Is that..?” he asked incredulously.
“Yes. All seven of them. I thought you might want to know how it continues.”
Gabriel raised his head and smiled at him. It was a genuine smile, slightly amused and definitely thankful, and it was the first time ever that Aziraphale had seen it directed at him. He smiled back.
“Don’t let him drink wine while he reads those, Raphael. Or you will end up listening to rants about three-headed dogs in a castle.”
“It’s a school!” Gabriel clarified.
Raphael laughed and grabbed his arm gently. “Let’s go, darling. You can tell me about the dog when we’re done Up There. I’m sure Michael will be thrilled to see you.”
“Michael would be a bloody Slytherin,” Gabriel grumbled, but he followed Raphael to the shop door. The bell above it jingled again, wishing them goodbye, and then they were gone.
Aziraphale felt a weight dropping from his shoulders.
“Did you just give Gabriel the Harry Potter series?” Crowley asked, bewildered.
“Yes. He started reading it yesterday, after you were gone.”
Now it was on Crowley to blink in confusion.
Aziraphale chuckled softly and placed a hand on his shoulder. “Would you like some tea, my dear?” he asked, smiling at him. “We have some chocolate fudge brownies waiting for us, if you recall.”
Crowley looked at him, and a soft smile began to spread over his features. “That’s right,” he said, and Aziraphale could hear the relief of this all being over enriching the tone of his voice. “I won’t say no to that after the horrible coffee we had in Germany.”
Aziraphale laughed. “But we still want to go back there on vacation, right?” he asked as he led Crowley to the sofa.
“Oh, absolutely! But to nicer locations than a random woman’s flat,” Crowley determined.
They had tea and ate their brownies. Crowley did get to eat some of the second, but it definitely wasn’t a fair share. They talked a lot, over places to visit, things to be seen, and when it got late, Aziraphale removed the tea service and got them the wine, and then they talked some more, enjoying each other’s company.
It wasn’t a fast form of Catching Up, admittedly, but they never had gone fast in their relationship. It was a slow and careful step-by-step, gently inching closer to each other, always taking a little bit more and getting away with it.
It was going on a vacation together and being in each other’s company the whole trip through. It was remembering the last time they had been somewhere together and talking about old memories. It was getting drunk on good wine and stuffed with good food and sitting close to each other on a bench in the night air. It was sharing a little house by the sea and staying there longer than they had intended.
It was sharing a sofa.
Sharing a bed.
It was touching in ways they hadn’t touched each other before.
There was no reason to rush it, they had all of eternity.
It was loving each other in any form that there was.
Aziraphale’s phone rang late in the morning. Carefully, not to wake Crowley who still lay curled up against him on the sofa, he threw back the blanket and got to his feet.
“Yes?” he asked as he grabbed the receiver and tightened the belt around his waist with his other hand.
Luckily, the phone on his wall didn’t have a video function. He would hate someone seeing him in nothing but his dressing gown.
“Sanael,” the voice on the other end said.
Aziraphale leaned against the wall with his shoulder and frowned in concentrated thought. “Hufflepuff,” he finally determined.
“What, Hufflepuff? I actually thought about him as Ravenclaw.”
“Good grace, Gabriel,” Aziraphale said, “have you even read the books? There is no way Sanael would be in Ravenclaw.”
“He’s smart and witty,” Gabriel defended himself.
“He’s loyal, brave, and kind,” Aziraphale corrected. “He might be a Gryffindor, but I think his kindness and his care for others is more outstanding than his courage.”
“Definitely Gryffindor rather than Hufflepuff, then,” Gabriel said.
“Slytherin!” Raphael called from the background. Aziraphale and Gabriel groaned in unison.
“He is a Ravenclaw,” Aziraphale said. “Annoying humour, sarcasm, and a permanent grin.”
“He’s a pain in the ass,” Gabriel grumbled.
“Well, you would know,” Raphael called again.
Aziraphale grimaced and simply hung up.
He cast a glance in the back room to assure himself that Crowley was still sleeping. Then he went upstairs, cleaned up, and dressed, before he returned to his shop and got some money from his desk drawer.
It was a beautiful day in the City of Westminster. It was cold, but sunny, and the promise of winter already hung in the air.
On his way from the bakery, the freshly bought pastries in their paper bag rustled on Aziraphale’s arm. He would make eggs and coffee when he returned, and then he would do the crossword puzzle and Crowley would read him peculiar facts from his phone while they ate.
Sometimes, catching up was adapting to each other.
And sometimes, adapting to each other meant making your significant other breakfast while he slept, and smiling widely when he hugged you from behind with his heavily tousled hair, mumbling a Good Morning in your ear.
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Date: 2018-12-02 02:15 pm (UTC)Thank you so so very much for this story, secret author. I absolutely adore it. I wish you could see the huge smile it put on my face.
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Date: 2018-12-02 03:16 pm (UTC)And the House Sorting thing XD
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Date: 2018-12-02 06:13 pm (UTC)Raphael was sooo much fun, and Gabriel then sorting angels into HP houses.
Well done, I enjoyed this thoroughly!!! :D
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Date: 2018-12-02 07:06 pm (UTC)This chapter's favorite bits: “One for you, one for me, and one to share.” / “So two for you." Because I am never over Aziraphale stealing Crowley's desserts.
“I told you I would draw on Gabriel’s face,”-- I WAS HOPING THIS'D COME BACK
"He grinned widely and winked at the both of them. Aziraphale, who realised Raphael really meant exactly the same, stared at him with big eyes." BWAHAHAHA thank you Raphael.
--DBS
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Date: 2018-12-03 12:41 pm (UTC)I think so too, but I guess Gabriel is annoyed by his superior sometimes ;)
Which is funny, considering HE is the annoying superior to Aziraphale.
I'm so glad you liked it!! :'3
I tried to fit some stuff in there that I thought you might like considering the prompt you wrote last year, aka Raphael, angels enjoying human food, and Harry Potter, and I had SO much fun with it all!
Thank you for your wonderful prompt and for inspiring me so much!
I had a total blast, and knowing I made you smile brings the biggest smile to my own face as well ^-^
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Date: 2018-12-03 12:42 pm (UTC)And I couldn't resist, it was just too much fun! XD
Thanks a lot for your comments! <3
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Date: 2018-12-03 12:44 pm (UTC)Gimme your address and I will send you SO MUCH good chocolate!
I can't stand people suffering from bad sweets :'D
I'm so glad you enjoyed Raphael, I had so much fun writing him ^-^
And also Gabriel and his new obsession, haha XD
Thank you for your sweet and lovely comment, it made me really happy!
I'm so glad you enjoyed the story :)
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Date: 2018-12-03 12:46 pm (UTC)Actually, the "drawing on Gabriel's face bit" came back rather spontaneously, but I'm happy it did, and I'm glad that you like it :D
And yeah, Zira stealing Crowley's food neve rgets old XD
Thank you soooooo, so much for all your lovely and wonderful comments! :'3
I'm so happy you enjoyed the fic, thanks for all your feedback <3
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Date: 2018-12-03 05:38 pm (UTC)"Gabriel looked so miserable that Aziraphale wanted to frame his face and hang it on a wall in his bookshop." has got to be one of the best comments that I've ever read.
And the ending - so warm and cozy, simple but incredibly touching. For me personally, it really caught the essence of the way that I have always seen the relationship between Crowley and Aziraphale developing. Thank you for making my day!
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Date: 2018-12-03 09:18 pm (UTC)I'm so glad that you enjoyed the fic! :3
And super happy that you think I managed to write the characters well!
Hahaha, this line seems to be a readers' favourite, I'm so glad! XD
I'm also excited that you liked the ending!
I wrote like three different ones because they never seemed right, and so I'm happy that you think it's good like this :)
And I'm also really glad that I was able to match your vision of their relationship!
Thank you so much for your comment, it is so sweet and lovely <333
Take yourself a chocolate fudge brownie and let me give you a hug! :3
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Date: 2018-12-04 10:54 am (UTC)I suspected that you'd read that one for research - which made it even more amazing that you hit on Gabriel as the perfect Archangel to use. I avoided him back then since I thought him too likely to reveal my identity.
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Date: 2018-12-04 09:23 pm (UTC)But poor Gabriel has only read a bit of Book 1 at this point and is no expert yet, and also, he's just annoyed at Michael, so he's just grumping XD
He can't be listened to, he has obviously no idea XP
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Date: 2018-12-04 11:34 pm (UTC)I really enjoyed this!! Thank you so much for writing it!!
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Date: 2018-12-05 02:43 pm (UTC)Though, poor Aziraphale might be a bit annoyed by all the phone calls :'D
Thank YOU so much for reading and leaving so many wonderful comments! :)
They made me very happy! <3
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Date: 2018-12-06 02:00 am (UTC)"he began to babble about random things completely out of the blue" I love this as a headcanon for how Crowley is when he's nervous (although really it's practically canon I guess, but still, great use of it!)
"“One for you, one for me, and one to share.”
“So two for you,” Crowley teased with flat tones and started the engine. The bag remained in his lap as he drove, a silent reassurance that nothing bad would happen to him." SO MANY EMOTIONS. "Aww", "Lol", and "oh no this is scary pls let them be ok"!!
"a) look cool and calm, and b) not fiddle around with anything nervously. " Relatable
"Uh, Raphael, would you mind standing aside a bit " Love the idea of Raphael standing Right Next to his boyfriend and totally being in the way lol.
“I told you I would draw on Gabriel’s face,” AMAZING THANK YOU
I'm so happy for him lol (and sorry for poor Gabriel XD)
Raphael is relaxed about all of this because he KNOWS XD
"always taking a little bit more and getting away with it. " This. And all of the rest of it. "It was loving each other in any form that there was." I love it so much :)
"Aziraphale grimaced and simply hung up." HA
I love Crowley reading Aziraphale weird facts he finds on the internet on his phone. And the ending :) the last line <3
This whole fic was so funny and amazingly sweet! Is it weird that i kind of want the four of them all to become friends? But maybe after like...a long time...since they're all pretty slow moving...and then someday, Crowley and Gabriel can laugh about that one time that they glared at each other like they were enemies XD
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Date: 2018-12-06 08:45 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-12-06 12:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-12-06 12:05 pm (UTC)Thank you! <3
I can imagine Crowley suddenly going like "And do you remember that one time in 417, when -" because this has bothered him for A WHILE now, and his mind is so troubled and buzzy right now that he HAS to get it out!
Relatable indeed, I'm glad I'm not the only one :'D
Not as good as drawing a mustache on his face, but better than nothing XP
HE TOTALLY KNOWS, YES! XDD
I'm so happy that you like the ending ^-^
I bet Crowley also shows him cute cat videos from time to time :'D
And AW, that would be amazing, them becoming friends!!
Who knows what will happen, at least Aziraphale and Gabriel kinda get along a bit now, and Raphael is ALL for it, so it's not impossible ;)
Thank you SO MUCH for all your kind and funny comments!
They mean the world to me! <333
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Date: 2018-12-07 03:44 am (UTC)(and you're very welcome of course <3)
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Date: 2018-12-07 07:38 am (UTC)Gloating Aziraphale, Gabriel with heavy hangover but still looking better than anyone in the room, Crowley making snarky comments but actually being thoughtful and helping Zira and poor german girl, cheerful Raphael, the way Aziraphale touches Crowley to calm him down... I can't even begin to choose what is my favourite part here! <3
And I especially loved these lines:
"Some people had their own taste, other people just went with whatever time told them to like."
"He started to become fidgety and uneasy and he began to babble about random things completely out of the blue. After millennia of experience with him, Aziraphale knew these signs of panic."
So on point and describing them both beautifully!
Amazing story, I enjoyed it immensely :)) <3
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Date: 2018-12-07 03:16 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-12-07 03:47 pm (UTC)Thank you SO much! ToT
There's nothing that makes me happier than making someone smile with my writing!
I'm so glad that you liked it that much! <333
Thank you for leaving me those sweet, sweet words, they really brightened up my day! ^-^
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Date: 2018-12-07 03:52 pm (UTC)I'm so happy that you liked it! :>
Let's be real, if Zira would have let Crowley draw on Gabriel's face while he was asleep, Gabriel wouldn't even have noticed XD
He would have noticed it in the hotel, when looking in the mirror, and would have been SO OFFENDED by his stupid human face doing weird things!
But I also love your idea XD
"And now, Crowley has to draw a mustache on your face." - "What?" - "It's part of the ritual." - "Let me see the text." - "NO!"
ANYWAY XD
Thank you so much for your lovely comment! <3
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Date: 2018-12-08 11:37 pm (UTC)I really liked the dialogues, too. Crowley's lines are especially witty. And Aziraphale being a not-that-good angel is a trope of which I will never get tired.
Thank you for this story, it cheered me up!
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Date: 2018-12-09 06:53 pm (UTC)It was sharing a sofa.
Sharing a bed.
It was touching in ways they hadn’t touched each other before.
There was no reason to rush it, they had all of eternity.
It was loving each other in any form that there was.
There is only one thing left to say, and that is AWWWWWWWWWWWWW. Well-done!
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Date: 2018-12-10 06:48 pm (UTC)I'm so happy you liked Gabriel and Raphael! :)
And that you also enjoyed the usual suspects in this ^-^
I love that trope as well and I'm glad I could portray it in a way that you liked :D
Thank YOU for all your dear and wonderful comments, they made me really happy! X3
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Date: 2018-12-10 06:51 pm (UTC)Thaaaank yooouuuu! <333
I'm so happy you liked the ending, as I was struggling with that in particular!
So thank you so much for your lovely comment! :3
All your comments were fantastic and made me smile <3
Thank you for taking the time to write them!
From irisbleufic:
Date: 2018-12-11 02:20 am (UTC)He felt a tingling whenever Crowley was around, because Crowley (although Fallen) was of Heavenly origin, but he was used to that particular, Crowley-ish tingle. He would recognise this tingle amongst a trillion of others – which was actually how angels identified themselves.
The thought that Aziraphale and Crowley can identify each other by the tingling signature they give off is fantastic.
I'm still snickering about the part where Crowley suggests-without-suggesting that Aziraphale draw on Gabriel's face with permanent marker. That's such a Crowley notion of what it means to do something evil, bless.
I also love Crowley telling Aziraphale he's weird for liking to drink tomato juice on planes. Fantastic.
Re: From irisbleufic:
Date: 2018-12-12 02:25 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you found this both funny and touching, that's all I could ever have asked for ToT Thank you!
And I'm also super happy you like that part of the fic with the tingling signature! :)
In Crowley's defence, who wouldn't want to draw on the face of the boss you don't like XD
This reminds me we have tomato juice in the fridge :O I should go and get some!
Thank you so much for your wonderful comment, it made me very happy! ^-^
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Date: 2018-12-14 11:42 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2018-12-15 03:35 pm (UTC)Luckily for the poor lady, she won't remember any of it, so she's well <3
Thank you so much for your comment! :)
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Date: 2018-12-15 10:59 pm (UTC)"Aziraphale placed a hand on Crowley’s forearm and let soothing energies flow over to the demon. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Crowley. And if he had to antagonise Gabriel in the process, so be it." - Aaaaawwww this is unbearably sweet! <3 :D
And I'm happy that Crowley got to draw on Gabriel's face after all! :D
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Date: 2018-12-16 05:06 pm (UTC)I'm so happy I could make you smile, and that you enjoyed the plot! :)
Kudos of course goes to silverfox for coming up with such an awesome prompt! <3
I'm also very happy you liked the characters X3
Poor Crowley always panics so easily, but Aziraphale is there to protect him ^-^
But yes, at least he got to draw on Gabriel's face, haha :D
Thank you so much for your kind words, they brought me so much joy! :3
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Date: 2018-12-28 01:35 pm (UTC)especially for the first part, i read it extra-slowly, because i had to stop and laugh at Aziraphale's internal struggles with being nice versus satisfied XD and it's so sweet how there are recurring themes with tiny changes in it - like in a later part, Azi wanting to frame a smile/happy expression of his superior instead of a miserable one :)
also, the little quips at the environment are so funny, like Crowley's flat fitting Gabriel, or the plants' true fates, or British chocolate (which, stone me with them, i don't have anything against), or being "the one corner of Europe that doesn't use" Euros (hello from another such corner :P ).
also, i'm the rare specimen who read the HP books, saw the movies, likes the whole thing, and still never got into sorting people into houses. from such an "outsider's" POV, let me tell you, the portrayal of how the sorting habit changes relationships and overtakes other, possibly much more important topics, is entirely accurate. i just never knew it worked on angels, too :D
and i loved that you actually wrote out a bit in German! (and that Crowley called over that he understood what Azi had just called him :D)
... all in all, Raphael might be the most competent out of all of them. he can handle Gabriel, he can draw a decent sigil despite not really needing them, and he actually knows what's going on with certain subordinates. honestly, he should run everything XD
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Date: 2018-12-29 12:28 pm (UTC)Poor Aziraphale, trying so hard to be good, but failing XP
My dear, you have never tried GERMAN chocolate if you think British chocolate is okay :P Give me your adress and we will change that. Given you live in another of these Euro-less corners, I assume I would have to send them up north? :D
HAHAHA! XD I'm glad your perspective confirms what I wrote in the fic about house-sorting, thank you so much :D
Omg, you're so right, Raphael is the only competent person in this fic, if he were to run everything, things might actually, you know, WORK! |D
Thank you for your kind and hilarous words, your comment made me very happy! :D <3
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Date: 2018-12-31 07:01 pm (UTC)Aziraphale's barely suppressed glee at Gabriel's situation at the beginning was very funny and in-character. I felt a bit bad for Gabriel—being functionally human must have been quite an unpleasant experience for someone like him—but I'm glad that he made it out okay and got to go home with Raphael. :) I was so worried there at the end that he or Raphael was going to try to double-cross Crowley ( D: ) and was so relieved when that wasn't the case!
Also, Crowley pretending to be more demonic than he actually is was amusing. And Aziraphale musing on his and Crowley's relationship and how it has slowly but naturally grown to be more than just "fond" was very sweet. <3
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Date: 2019-01-01 01:49 pm (UTC)I'm so happy you enjoyed the fic and found it interesting, and that the turns in it could surprise you :)
And yes, hahaha, I definitely had Jon Hamm in mind when writing Gabriel XD Amazing how much fun this character already is, even with nothing than a few set photos to judge from so far :D
I'm so glad the way I wrote him matched your imagination of him, and that he managed to get some sympathy! :3
But no worries, Raphael is actually a nice guy, and Crowley is safe! <3
Aw, and I'm glad you liked their relationship in this ^-^
I'm so honoured by your comment, because you're one of my favourite authors and I adore your GOHE fics!
Thank you so much for reading and for leaving me this feedback! :'3