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[fearandhatred]

I'm curious about the Freudian one 👀

for this one i actually posted a chapter on ao3 for about three seconds before i decided to take it down lmaoo. now that i'm reading through it again i feel like it actually has potential so maybe i'll pick it up again in the future. but anyway this was the summary:

Crowley doesn't make it a point to make friends. However, he has a surprisingly symbiotic relationship with this one duck. A long one, too. Granting a being eternal life may or may not be illegal, but Crowley doesn't see the harm in it. Hell hasn't said anything, and as far as he knows, the duck community hasn't either. Esther has her personal issues. So does he, even though they're mostly about a certain man-shaped angel thing. They meet up once in a while to talk about it.

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At around 2am, he sobers up and decides to go to the park. Esther is usually asleep at this time, but when he gets there, she's sitting at their usual spot. Crowley goes to sit beside her. He's not shaking but he feels like it, and he can only vaguely sense the grass he's sitting on, the clothes against his skin, Esther's presence to his left. It's like a quiet discorporation. Esther tells him that one of her children has finally passed. Crowley tells her that Aziraphale's gone. Esther tells him that her son was old and they were both past their prime anyway, so it was inevitable. It was time for him to go. Crowley tells her that Aziraphale wasn't supposed to leave him so soon. Crowley apologises for being so distraught when Aziraphale is merely gone and not dead. Esther says grief is not comparable. Crowley feels that surge of anger again, although maybe it's despair this time, or maybe it's nothing. His finger twitches like his hand is about to start trembling, the kind of trembling that starts up and can't be stopped the moment he stops thinking about it, and he's just so over it all. A feeling travels down his arm and, scowling into the grass, he shoots his hand out and sets fire to a bunch of cattails in the pond. Esther gasps. "Crowley. What are you doing? Put that fire out this instant." "There's water right underneath it," he grumbles. "Nothing's going to happen." Esther stomps right up to him and kicks his shin with a webbed foot. "You will put that fire out now, young man," she snaps. "How would you feel if someone set fire to your home?"

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[eybefioro]

BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people who deserve it. If you break the chain nothing happens, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out (You really don't have to send it to anyone else, I just adore you) (LOVE YOU EYBE <3)

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