#meanwhile at crowley’s flat

[meanwhile-at-the-bookshop]

Today a customer came into the shop, insisting they needed to buy a book. Muriel wasn’t sure that was right, the Supreme Archangel seemed to keep it as more of a book storeroom instead of a book shop. The grumpy demon shrugged and said it didn’t matter anymore, although Muriel wasn't entirely sure he wasn't thinking about something else.

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[dragonfire42]

Happy Nah-pacalypse!

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[meanwhile-in-hell]

it was a bizzy week in hell with seereus werk to be dun all over earth. but tooday things slowd down enuff for manee demons to sneek in a brake. som of the demons hoo werk in coorupshuns and temptayshuns on the enternet notissed that the demon the trayter crowley has been spendeeng a lot of tyme on the ‘ao3’ and so for a larke they crasht it. there repoorts say they tymed it and sent an errer messuge that shuld have mayd him think he cawsed it.

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[meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat]

Today Crowley got his email invite for AO3 and was pleasantly surprised no one else had GoldenEyes007.

[actual-changeling]

see but while we all know crowley did not tell aziraphale about living in his car, i don't think it would have worked out well even if he had

aziraphale: why are your plants in your car, isn't that awfully cramped?

crowley: yes but i couldn't leave them behind with shax now could i

aziraphale: ah. i see

[cue to him to fucking expelling shax from crowley's flat with a lot of un-angelic miracles and behaviour]

aziraphale: all done, dear boy, your flat is yours again

crowley, who was busy carrying all his plants into the bookshop to move in: it is what now

[fellshish]

Crowley could have easily rented another flat but like the dramatic bitch he is he lives in his car with his little plants waiting for aziraphale to ask him to move in. Meanwhile aziraphale is living on another planet mentally where he is too busy creating Situations in which he gets to casually touch crowley. 6,000 years 1 brain cell bouncing around between these two

[cottoncandysprite]

Alright here's my GO3 predictions already bc I'm insane:

There's a similar timeskip (the airdates lining up w the timeline)

By then Aziraphale is starting to get bogged down by the beaurocracy and starts dressing more like the other angels (unfortunately). Like his Charm is still there and he still has good intentions but he can only do so much and his time in heaven away from Crowley is starting to rub off on him in terms of his style and mindset

Crowley meanwhile is an absolute disaster as always, but they're starting to recover. He did get the flat back, and he's got a sort of cautious mentorship with the over-eager Muriel (and still making sure they don't sell any of the books in case Aziraphale comes back). Their walls are higher than ever before and he acts like a bitter ex whenever Azi/Heaven are mentioned.

And of course s3e1 ends with aziracrow finally meeting up again, a rendezvous at their park bench, like old times, so Azi can inform Crowley about the second coming, saying things aren't going as planned and he needs crowley's help. The tension can be cut with a knife.

Idk what happens after that but that hard reset to their dynamic is eating at my brain fr

[meanwhile-at-the-coffeeshop]

Today, a patron’s baby started screaming. Mortified, she turned to leave before she’d even ordered. Crowley hopped out of line and said, “I used to be a nanny. May I?” The baby giggled and reached out toward him, so the frazzled mother agreed. Crowley bounced the baby on his knee and hummed ancient lullabies while the woman finished the first hot cup of coffee she’d had in months.

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[meanwhile-in-heaven]

Today, Supreme Archangel Aziraphale felt delighted to hear that his dear friend Oscar's most famous and celebrated work was going to be adapted for the small screen, on the Netflix. This delight was almost immediately curtailed by a seething, white hot rage when he heard that Basil was intended to be portrayed as Dorian's sibling.

Amidst an increasingly furious rant about the erasure of subtext at several wide-eyed scriveners, Aziraphale thought to himself that, despite his fury, it was somehow nice to know he was still capable of feeling something - anything - this strongly.

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[aziraphales-library]

hi <3 do you have any recs for long multichap fics that are NOT slow burns? thank so much!

Hello! There are not enough fics tagged "fast burn" so I also did a search for "established relationship". Enjoy...

its duty is to harm me, my duty is to know by natalunasans (T)

the title is from a cohen song about death, & also applies to life... whether in london or in tadfield; together, alone, or in (usually good) company; the ineffable partners talk out their fears, try to figure out what they are and what to do with themselves, now that they're not working for heaven and hell anymore. domestic softness > action, but there is some plot and angst (off and on)

Don't Drag Me Down by rowenablade (M)

Armageddon didn't happen, Heaven and Hell have agreed to leave them alone, and Aziraphale and Crowley are free to build a life together. But the forces of Hell aren't happy with losing, and even if they can't directly harm their wayward demon, they can try to drive a wedge between him and the angel that he loves. After all, Crowley had been encouraging them for centuries to get creative.

The Starting Hinge by lucky_spike (T)

When a rare book collector is mysteriously killed, DI Barnaby and DS Winter are on the case. Meanwhile, the question of what will become of the victim's extensive library stirs a small group of rare books collectors into a furor. Who can be trusted? - This is predominantly a Good Omens fanfic with some Midsomer Murders thrown in just because I could do it and I wanted to. Contains death of an OC and (obvs) murder and attempts thereof. Nothing gory, though, so party on.

Great Omens (The Big One) by falsepremise (M)

A narrative of certain events leading up to The Big One, in strict accordance, as shall be shown, with the nice and accurate prophesies of Agnes Nutter, witch. A Good Omens sequel, set thirty years in the future...   Thirty years after a failed Armageddon we must face The Big One, as Heaven and Hell, working together, enact a plan to fix the world or destroy it forever. Meanwhile, Aziraphale and Crowley discover that truly being on their own side has more implications than they’d ever have guessed. Changes to the basic metaphysics of the universe. A second book of prophesies. Mysterious twins on a mission. Hijinks and shenanigans. Deep questions, laughs, ridiculous banter and sexy stuff. Welcome to my attempt at an epic Good Omens sequel.

Considerate Omens by OneofWebs (M)

Crowley is plagued by dreams of a life he lived long before time had even begun. It's two years after the Apocalypse-That-Didn't, and though he's got a healthy bit of fear of what may come next, choosing to ignore these dreams seems a much better use of his time. In those two years, Aziraphale had moved into his flat, and they may or may not be dating. They don't talk about it, but they do get along just fine with their play-pretend routine, which proves a bit rickety when neither of them age. To avoid suspicion, Aziraphale thinks it wise that he spend some time presenting as a woman. This, a catalyst to the end Crowley had feared before, because it's hard to resist the idea of children when the opportunity presents itself. - [The Continuation of Good Omens]

Bleating Hearts by HKBlack (E)

Meet Doctor Aziraphale Fell, university lecturer of English Literature, Shakespearian expert, and man with an unexpected goat in his office. When the handsome herder who comes to catch the unruly visitor asks some pointed questions, Aziraphale finds his life suddenly turned upside down and filled with both new challenges and opportunities. But is Crowley all that he says he is? And even if he isn’t–does it really matter when he’s clearly a piece of the puzzle missing in Aziraphale’s life? Trip on over to Devil Doe’s Dairy and Goat Scaping Farm, where the cheese is always smooth, the goats climb roofs, and true love might just be around the corner.

- Mod D

[meanwhile-at-the-bookshop]

Today the bookshop unlocked the door for the grumpy demon again. He came in and glared at Muriel’s new plant on the windowsill, and grumbled at Muriel, but then miracled some fertilizer and told Muriel how to use it, and answered their questions on how to take care of it (which seemed to consist mostly of yelling at it to grow better).

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[dragonfire42]

There are a few Meanwhile daily blogs on Tumblr!

For a happier one that takes place in the future check out the original @meanwhile-at-the-cottage,

For updates on what's happening with our favorite characters before then check these out: @meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat @meanwhile-in-heaven, @meanwhile-in-hell, @meanwhile-at-the-bookshop

(and sometimes they interact too!)

[meanwhile-in-hell]

I know not to expect an answer (at least publicly)... but how many of these blogs are there? I'm presuming they're all run by the same person, but the meanwhile-in... notifications get me through my day at this point and I keep finding more! I'm aware of this, the bookshop, cottage, crowleys flat, and supreme archangel in heaven, am I missing any?

@meanwhile-in-hell is an indeependent and EVIL entitee run by DEMONS

unlyke the traytor blog @meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat

absolootlee unlyke archwankwings blog @meanwhile-in-heaven

entyrelee unlyke the book angle embassy blog @meanwhile-at-the-bookshop

defuhnutlee unlyke the coffee hyooman blog @meanwhile-at-the-coffeeshop

and is in a compleetlee alternuhtiv universe from @meanwhile-at-the-cottage

[meanwhile-at-crowleys-flat]

Today Crowley knows that it's a pretty low blow to wish someone a terrible adaptation of their favorite book, but he still couldn't help a demonic intervention into the Netflix adaptation of Dorian Gray for spite.

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[fellshish]

Crowley didn’t ask if he could move in with aziraphale even though he was living in his car because last season when they thought aziraphale’s bookshop had permanently burned down crowley got shot down fast when he offered they live in the flat together. Crowley’s there sleeping in the bentley miserably thinking the last thing aziraphale wants is sharing a home with him meanwhile the biggest douche of heaven rides up naked and gets free lodging and hot cocoa in his own little angel wing mug. That’s gotta hurt bad

[valleydean]

Chapter 15 [Read Here]

CHAMPION Part III of Heavyweight a deancas boxing au by valleydean (emmbrancsxx0) read from the beginning | playlist

SUMMARY: Brooklyn, 1933. Dean Winchester, the number one contender, trains to become the next Heavyweight Champion of the World, and this time he won't let anything get in his way. Title holder Castiel Novak has second thoughts about retiring, especially when someone from his past arrives in New York and asks for his help. Meanwhile, a new contender rises to fame and threatens to complicate both of Dean and Cas' ambitions - and their relationship.

CHAPTER PREVIEW:

Dean and Cas had high-tailed it to the NBA office, where Bobby and Michael were already waiting for them. Gabriel showed up a minute after them, and then Sam, whom Bobby had brought in for “legal advice.” Crowley’s assistant sequestered them all in the conference room. They hadn’t been waiting very long before Crowley walked in, took one look at Dean and Cas, and asked them if they were “really that stupid.”

Since then, Dean had half-heard a lot of yelling and not a lot of solutions through the raging tinnitus in his ears. He repeatedly tried to pipe up, but his vocal cords were paralyzed. All he could do was sit there with his head in his hands. His eyes flashed to Cas, seated beside him. Cas hadn’t said much, either. He’d kept his gaze down and his white-knuckled fists on his lap pretty much since they’d entered the room.

He must have felt Dean’s eyes on him. His gaze swept up, blue and hapless and about as terrified as Dean felt inside his own bones. Dean reached over and put his hand over Cas’ fist, stroked Cas’ wrist with his thumb. Cas exhaled shakily.

“You’re out of your grapefruit if you think I’m puttin’ him on a radio show for this crap!” Bobby yelled, spit flying from under his mustache. His face was red with anger under the rim of his newsboy cap, which meant Dean would probably get his ass handed to him the second they were alone. He just hoped Bobby would tucker himself out screaming at Crowley before that happened.

“Then what do you suggest, Robert?” Crowley retorted from where he was standing at the head of the table, his hands flat on the surface as he leaned into them. His face was an even riper shade of tomato-red than Bobby’s.

“Something that don’t involve more media!”

“It may be inevitable at this point,” Michael pointed out.

Dean’s eyes stayed glued to Cas’. Cas shook his head slightly, his lips a pale, thin line of anxiety. Dean gave his hand a squeeze, trying to reassure him that at least they were in this shitstorm together. He barely noticed Sam’s empathetic expression as his gaze flickered down to Dean and Cas’ conjoined hands.

“Oh, come on,” Bobby argued. “You want this in every legitimate newspaper across the nation? We don’t have to issue a public denial every time one of them stubs a toe!”

“You call this a stubbed toe?” Gabriel said, snatching one of the magazines from the pile and holding it up to Bobby.

Crowley’s team had bought up all the magazine copies they could find, but it was too late. Too much of the public had already gotten their hands on it. And that was only in New York.

“I call it a story that’ll blow over by Sunday if we don’t feed it,” Bobby answered.

“This wouldn’t have happened at all if you kept Winchester in line,” Gabriel said, pointing a finger at Bobby. Dean winced slightly, because Bobby didn’t deserve that. This was all Dean’s fault.

“You wanna talk about which one of us is bad at our jobs?” Bobby said, steam practically coming out of his ears. “You’re the one who was supposed to kill the story.”

“I did!”

“Apparently all you did was stun it.”

“Hey!” Sam shouted, interrupting before there was any bloodshed. “Fighting isn’t getting us anywhere.”

His eyes flashed warily toward Dean and Cas. He breathed out heavily and ran his hand through his hair. “The story’s out. We need to talk about a solution, not—not point fingers at each other.”

“Now I see why people call you the smarter one. Although it isn’t hard to come out on top with this lot,” Crowley commented, earning himself a scowl from Sam. “I couldn’t agree more. We need to find out who exactly is to blame for leaking this story.”

“I think that’s fairly obvious,” Michael said. “It had to have been my brother and Mr. Webb.”

Dean gnashed his teeth at the mention of Lee’s name. A few weeks ago, he would have defended Lee, said he’d never do something like this. But now, he wouldn’t put it past the guy. The only problem was, Dean hadn’t told him what had happened in Kansas City.

“How would he have known to go after that?” he asked.

Cas wrinkled his face in a cross between annoyance and disbelief. “You’re still defending him?”

“Hell no,” Dean answered quickly. “I’m just saying, he didn’t know what happened.”

Sam said, “Yeah, but Dean, it’s not like he didn’t know about you two. Luc, too. They could have—I dunno—put some feelers out to see what kinda dirt they could dig up.”

“Exactly,” Michael agreed. “They had the means, and the motive. The timing of this is too coincidental. We just announced Webb would fight Castiel next month. If I know Luc, he means to discredit Castiel and turn the public against him.”

“Who knows how long they’ve been sitting on this,” Gabriel added ominously. It made Dean sick thinking about what other stories Lee was willing to take to the press. And it made him furious knowing this was the one he’d picked.

Making the world think Dean was some kind of cheater was one thing, but this? Him and Cas? It was just about the lowest thing Dean could think of. Maybe Lee had been hoping Dean would slip up somehow when he’d first given him that cocaine. Dean had let himself get out of control, get sloppy. He’d given Lee the perfect ammunition.

Cas shifted, turning his eyes on Crowley. “You didn’t have anything to do with this, did you?” he asked, tone threatening.

Crowley’s eyebrows shot up like he was offended. “I beg your pardon? Have you lost it? Have you any idea how much money I sunk into that tour of yours so you could remain heavyweight champion?”

“Wait, you’re doing what?” Bobby spat.

Cas looked down again, like a kid being punished. Dean huffed, because now wasn’t really the time. “We’ll talk about it later,” he told Bobby.

“Like hell—”

“We got a little more on our plates right now, Bobby,” Dean said, voice louder. He should have told Bobby about Cas before, but in his defense, Bobby had kicked Dean out of the gym every time he’d tried to go in. And part of Dean was still unconvinced that Cas would go through with it, even after everything.

Luckily, Bobby dropped it with little more than a disgruntled murmur about not trusting anybody with a college education. In response, Michael only tilted his head to the side, unamused.

“The point is,” Crowley cut back in, “I have to protect my assets. That’s you two morons. Particularly Castiel. The priority is to ensure that no damage comes to his reputation—and, in turn, the NBA’s.”

Dean scoffed wetly, affronted. He pulled his hand off of Cas’. “And what? Mine isn’t?”

Crowley cocked his head at a sharp angle. “Do I have to teach you arithmetic, you ape? This problem involves both of you. Meaning, the solution will benefit both of you.”

That wasn’t totally true. Dean had still been accused of throwing his last fight. But Crowley wouldn’t lift a finger to help there, seeing as he’d been the mastermind behind it. None of this was for Dean. It was to make sure Cas stayed at the top.

Dean drummed his thumb on the table and glared back at Crowley.

“I still say we need to put out a statement,” Gabriel said.