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Queerplatonic

For the Ace Omens aro week prompts (this is the Tuesday one, but I'm behind).

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“I found something,” Aziraphale said by way of greeting.

“Nice to see you too, angel,” Crowley said amusedly. “What did you find?”

“A word.” Aziraphale was flipping through a notebook now, filled with line after line of his neat, even handwriting. “It rang a bell for me.”

“Ah, dictionary angel strikes again.” Crowley slid his sunglasses off and perched on the arm of the sofa. “New book?”

“No, actually.” Aziraphale traced his finger down a page. “I have been finding there is rather a lot of interesting material on the Internet these days, and this one…ah! Here it is.” He held the book out to Crowley, finger pointing helpfully to a point about two thirds of the way down.

Crowley tipped the book so the light caught it better. “Queerplatonic, huh?”

“Yes, that one.”

Crowley read on, taking in the origin, definition, descriptions, all carefully compiled in one succinct paragraph. He looked up.

Aziraphale was watching him with a sort of guarded vulnerability that indicated this was very important indeed.

Crowley looked back down, found the section, and read it again. Slowly.

“I see what you mean,” he said when he finished.

“Do you?”

“Yeah.” Crowley closed the book carefully. “It’s us, isn’t it.”

“Well.” Aziraphale sounded a bit breathless. “I rather thought so. When I found it. It’s a very new word, there’s simply no record of it before a few months ago. But there’s a- a group of humans that seem to really like it.”

“Do you really like it, angel?”

Aziraphale glanced at the notebook, still held carefully in Crowley’s hand. “Yes.”

Crowley felt himself smile, something deep inside clicking into place as he thought back over those words on the page. 

“Me too,” he said.

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How are you? - I noticed you walking past, I acknowledge your presence, I forget this interaction as soon as it ends

How are you? - I am talking on reflex, I am lost in my thoughts, I am responding with a sort of verbal muscle memory that does not require me to be paying any true attention

How are you? - I see you, I am worried about you, I am watching as the world buffets you like a leaf in the ocean and I see how you drown

How are you? - I see you, I value you, I want my time to be spent on you, on your problems, on your joys

How are you? - I notice you, I acknowledge you, I remember you and talk to you. I see you, I worry about you, I watch and value you.

Thank you - I have no muscle memory for this, I do not need it. I am safe with you, at peace with you. I am seen.

Thank you

“How are you?” is a fascinating phrase.

Because the question is often the most mechanical and meaningless of rote greetings, uttered and acknowledged without a second thought. And yet at other times, depending on speaker and context, the exact same words can be one of the most thoughtful, meaningful, desperately needed things that anyone can say to you.

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Best Friends

The Ace Omens discord put together prompts for aro week. This is my fic for the first one, "Best Friends".

“Why did you do that?” Aziraphale asked as they walked away from the restaurant together.

“Why’d I do what?”

“Get the bill. It was my turn to pay.”

“Oh,” Crowley said. “Was it? I must’ve forgotten.”

“You never forget anything,” Aziraphale said, but his tone was no longer confused. It was understanding.

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“Why did you do that?” Crowley blurted out, then wished he hadn’t. It wasn’t too late for Aziraphale to throw him right back into the line of fire, after all.

“Why-” Aziraphale seemed perplexed for a moment. “Well. I am an angel. I can’t exactly let any fool get himself shot unnecessarily.”

“It’s a war, angel,” Crowley said, with less sarcasm than he had tried for.

“Oh is it?” Aziraphale replied, and his tone was positively dripping with the sarcasm Crowley’s had lacked. “I hadn’t noticed. Come here, you’re bleeding.”

“Only a little,” Crowley said, but he obliged.

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“Why did you do that?” Aziraphale demanded, his eyes sparkling with suppressed mirth.

“Chaos,” Crowley answered. “Obviously.”

“Oh yes, chaos,” Aziraphale agreed. “That’s why you did it in front of the children who desperately needed some amusement.”

“Yep,” Crowley said. “Corrupting the youth.”

“Giving them a laugh, more like.”

“Mhm,” Crowley agreed, but it wasn’t the children’s laughing faces he was looking at. It was the sparkle in Aziraphale’s eyes.

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“Why did you do that?” Crowley asked, baffled.

“Do what?”

“Make the text on that menu so much bigger.”

“Oh, that.” Aziraphale laughed, a bit awkwardly. “The design was all wrong. The text was too small for the card.”

From his brief stint in graphic design, Crowley was fairly sure the text had been a perfectly approved size for the card. But still, the change had made it so much easier for him to read that it really wasn’t worth arguing.

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“Why- why did you do that?” Aziraphale asked blearily.

“Put away your books?”

“Yes.” Aziraphale yawned. “You think my organization is fussy.”

“And so it is,” Crowley agreed.

“Well then?”

Crowley shrugged. “Those kids earlier messed it all up. Couldn’t let that slide.”

“You like chaos.”

“Yes, well.” Crowley peered at the books. “You like order. That’s enough.”

“Enough to fix the books?”

“Mhm. And-”

“And?”

“And you’re my best friend.” Crowley turned his gaze down to Aziraphale’s softly smiling face. “Best friends deserve their books organized, angel.”

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Cuddles, Handholding, and other gestures of affection

Ficlet for the third aro week prompt.

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The clock ticked. Somewhere off in the house, water was dripping in time with it, a syncopated beat that would have been a start to a song if anyone had been listening to it.

But there were only two beings in the house, and they were not listening. They were, in fact, fast asleep. Both of them, despite the sun shining its way through the curtains and into their faces. Despite the day passing by outside.

Crowley’s shoulder was tucked firmly into Aziraphale’s side, head pillowed on the angel’s stomach. Aziraphale was half laying on the sofa, cheek resting on his arm, knees curled up against his chest. The fingers of his second hand were loosely entwined with Crowley’s, resting on the sofa between them.

The rhythmic water drips paused, and Crowley shifted as if disturbed by the change in sound, beginning to pull away.

Aziraphale’s fingers tightened at the movement, grasping as if to keep Crowley where he was.

Crowley subsided, and as he melted back into the angel’s side, Aziraphale shifted until he too was lying on the sofa, tucked behind and around Crowley, head resting on the demon’s waist.

The clock ticked.

After a few moments, the water began to drip again.

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No Labels Necessary

The fourth Ace Omens aro week prompt. I am very fond of this ficlet.

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I am an angel, you are a demon. We’re hereditary enemies!

It was all true, of course. Angel, demon. Enemies. Had been true since the Fall happened and time began. It was hardly even insulting, most of the time. Aziraphale didn’t mean it that way. Crowley certainly didn’t, when he brought up that inescapable dichotomy. Most of the time, at least.

They’d had some fights over the years.

But sometimes Crowley wondered if they really had to keep reminding themselves of it. It had been six thousand years, after all. Was that really the label that fit them these days?

Was there any label that fit them at all?

Aziraphale looked surprised when he brought it up, and Crowley nearly retracted the entire statement. But he screwed up his courage. “Isn’t it just, y’know, outdated?”

“Outdated?” Aziraphale still looked puzzled.

“We’ve known each other a long time,” Crowley persisted. “Seems like something must have changed.”

An uncomfortable understanding bloomed in Aziraphale’s eyes. “Oh. Oh I see.”

“Doesn’t really fit anymore, right?”

“Are you suggesting there is…something else you think fits better?” Aziraphale asked. He sounded almost wary.

Crowley was briefly taken aback. Something else? Like what?

“Huh?” he asked eloquently. 

“Another way to describe…us.” Aziraphale still looked uncomfortable. “Crowley, I’m sure you know as well as I-”

“No!” Crowley blurted with a sudden rush of understanding. “It’s not- I didn’t mean-”

“It’s all right if you did, of course,” Aziraphale said hastily. “It’s just I don’t think I feel that way about- I mean of course I enjoy our- well let’s just say that-”

“No need!” Crowley interrupted. “No need to say or, uh, feel. That. I didn’t really think about that. At all. Um.”

Aziraphale blinked at him. “Then what did you mean?”

“I dunno. Exactly what I said, I guess. Enemies just doesn’t really do it anymore. I think.”

“But do you have an alternative?”

Crowley swallowed, feeling suddenly defeated. “I guess not. I didn’t really- I guess I didn’t consider that we might…” “Might?” Aziraphale prompted after a moment.

“Didn’t really consider that we might need one,” Crowley admitted, and felt the disappointment settle in his stomach.

Across from him, Aziraphale said, “Oh.”

“Sorry,” Crowley said. “Don’t worry about it. Anyway. Did you…see the new city ordinance the council put out yesterday?”

“What if we don’t have one?” Aziraphale asked softly.

“What, the ordinance?”

“No,” Aziraphale said in the tones of one who is understanding something for the first time. “An explanation. A label.”

Crowley stared at him.

“They’re not really necessary anyway, are they? We don’t…we don’t have to be something.” Aziraphale looked back at him. “Do we?”

Crowley cleared his throat. “I-” he tried. “I’d kind of thought…maybe not?”

He watched the gears turn in Aziraphale’s head.

Finally Aziraphale said, “I think you’re right.”

The ball of disappointment in Crowley’s stomach evaporated like air going out of a balloon.

“Oh,” he said. “Okay. Yes. Great. Well.”

Aziraphale turned a beautiful smile on him. “It’s not really necessary, is it. Any of it.” He hummed. “I rather like that, I think.”

“Yeah,” Crowley said, the lightness in his chest feeling positively buoyant. “I like it too.”

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Requesting Hugging and wings fic for the WIP Wednesday game please

Aziraphale’s wing was tense in his hands, and Crowley tried to project a little extra gentleness into his touches, despite the way his fingers shook with exhaustion. At least the angel wasn’t moving away, or shaking out his wings and saying that it really didn’t need to be done right now after all, didn’t Crowley agree? There were lots of worse ways for this to be going.

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Crowley sighed softly, nestling in against Aziraphale’s side. The angel made room for him, shifting an arm to rest around Crowley’s shoulders. 

“What are you reading?” Crowley asked. 

“Oh, it’s this very interesting piece on ancient empires, and their similarities and differences, and what we can learn from them today…” 

Aziraphale kept talking, but as he did he lifted a hand to Crowley’s hair and started gently combing through it, absentmindedly and comfortably, and Crowley’s brain decided that maybe Aziraphale’s exact words weren’t so important after all. Better to just curl up here and softly melt under his angel’s touches, letting the beloved sound of that angel’s voice wash over him. 

(Aziraphale could tell, of course. He’d done it on purpose, and a warm happiness settled in him at the knowledge that he had succeeded in allowing his demon to rest.)

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Upland/Downland for WIP Wed?

Everything else about the horse, however, was completely and undoubtedly Bad. It liked to bare its sharp teeth at things, which had exactly the effect on bystanders that Crowley knew it was supposed to. Unfortunately, it also had the same effect on him. Deep down, he knew that was also what it was supposed to do.

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For WIP Wednesday:

Hugging and wings fic

Carefully, Crowley took the other wing into his lap and began to run his fingers through the feathers, analyzing where they were out of place, nudging bent feathers into a more comfortable alignment. Most of the feathers were, surprisingly, perfectly all right, though when Aziraphale would last have had time to preen was anyone’s guess. It only proved more to Crowley that this whole thing was more about…the routine, and the autonomy, than it was about the cleanliness.

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Hi! Can i ask for some 'soldier fic' for WIP-Wednesday pls?

Wishing you some good writing!

Here you go! Thanks for the request!

So Aziraphale was pleased to hear that he would be being sent down to Earth for the time being. It was an honorable position, after all, to be down on the front lines, away from the safety of Heaven. He must be a trusted member of his squadron, to earn such a thing.

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