I fail her again and I again when I wake up I know I've lost something I have to leave her just because life stopped for you doesn't mean that it has to stop for me I was so afraid my heart feels like it stops you could've just made something up and I would've believed you this is the last thing I'll ever ask of you
thank you for allowing me to write a short little thing for your AU it was really fun! it might not be exactly what you had in mind but i just kind of ran with it
Okay WTF
I already left a comment on the fic to explain how incredinly this is BUT I INSIST
Thank you so so so so muchhh djmsdkfnwk
Don't you worry this is EXACTLY what I made in mind, even better than what i thought!!!! The dialogues are so spot-on!!! The stress is easy to feel!!! It's so good!!! nfmdnf oml
Ive been spending the past 20 minutes psamming my friends about this god fucking dammit
LOVE U ANON!!! have a great day cuz you just made mine even better
Imagine how hurtful it must have been for Crowley to see Gabriel, the person who literally took an active part in the process of traumatising the man he loves into the mindset that he cannot be happy and free, get a happy ending. To see the man, who was one of the reasons Aziraphale haven't even acknowledged their relationship for such a long time, because they were on "opposite sides". The man who was one of the reasons they couldn't be together, even as friends, for 6000 years. The man who wanted to execute Aziraphale with a smile on his face and "shut your stupid mouth and die already" as his "goodbye". Seeing this man getting what Crowley has always dreamt of: being able to run away with the person he loves, leave Heaven and Hell behind and just be together with his beloved - in Soho or on Alpha Centauri, literally wherever, because "Heaven is wherever Beelzebub is". Crowley seeing Gabriel get it so... so effortlessly, while he has worked for it so long, nearly died because of it and still haven't been able to get that, to get the happy ending and sever all the connections with Heaven and Hell. It must have hurt like hell (most literally).
OOOUUUGH WHAT IF
chubby domestic leon looks in his bathroom mirror one morning, still eepy, and in the mirror he sees his lean muscular self, covered in dirt and grime and wounded, serious face, bleeding
Then he looks down at himself, his chubby belly, faint scars, and he looks back up at his violent reflection and just smiles
"We made it buddy" he says to his past self
OUGH