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Some visual references for chapters 5-8 of If I Could Hold You For A Minute on AO3.

Chapter 7 "Now Tell Me" is out now!

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“I’m sure nothing makes you nervous,” he said. How could anything possibly scare Crowley? He was always so calm, cool, and collected.  Crowley laughed. “You have no idea. Like the Hulk, my secret is I’m always nervous.”  “The what?” Aziraphale asked.  “The Hulk—you know what? Never mind. It’s not important.” 

Chapter 6 "A Folly of Our Own" of If I Could Hold You For A Minute on AO3 out now!

Thank you for the support of this fic so far! It means so much to me.

Fic Description: After The Fall (the dissolution of the School of Communication), rhetoric professor Anthony Crowley and English literature professor Aziraphale Fell find themselves thrown together in more ways than one. While Crowley finds himself drawn to teasing the oddly formal man across the hall, Aziraphale grapples with wanting to open a door he thought long closed. Over the course of a year, they find that one can never have too many degrees to learn something new or be too old to fall in love. This is a love letter to northern Arizona, to the joys of academic inquiry, and to the moments, both soft and rough, that comprise a life lived well.

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“Tell you what,” Crowley began. He moved his wine glass to his left hand, and crossed the room to the piano, extending his hand to Aziraphale. “Let’s start over. I’m Anthony Crowley, but please don’t call me Anthony.”  Aziraphale looked up for a moment, considering. Carefully, he took the offered hand. “Aziraphale Fell. ‘Aziraphale,’ if you please. Pleasure to meet you.”  Crowley’s smile was genuine now, and he was certain he saw a faint smile on Aziraphale’s face in response. “The pleasure is all mine.” 

Chapter 3 "In The Before and After" of If I Could Hold You For a Minute is live now on AO3!

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“If I could be honest for a moment,” Aziraphale began, waiting for Maggie’s encouraging nod before he continued. “I’m not entirely sure what you all do in rhetoric, myself.”  Maggie laughed. “You’re not alone. Sometimes I think we like it that way. You know, if you ask five different rhetoric faculty what ‘rhetoric’ means, you’ll get five different answers.”  “Goodness, that sounds awfully”—pedantic, insufferable—“complex.” 

Chapter 2: There Are Worse Ways of If I Could Hold You For A Minute up now on AO3!

Fic summary: After The Fall (the dissolution of the School of Communication), rhetoric professor Anthony Crowley and English literature professor Aziraphale Fell find themselves thrown together in more ways than one. While Crowley finds himself drawn to teasing the oddly formal man across the hall, Aziraphale grapples with wanting to open a door he thought long closed. Over the course of a year, they find that one can never have too many degrees to learn something new or be too old to fall in love. This is a love letter to northern Arizona, to the joys of academic inquiry, and to the moments, both soft and rough, that comprise a life lived well.

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“I looked like a what?” Crowley looked at him them, Aziraphale certain their eyes connected through the sunglasses. “You looked like an angel,” he said, voice more confident. For a moment, Aziraphale said nothing. He was dimly aware of the wind ruffling his hair, but what he felt more than anything was a squeezing in his center. Crowley couldn’t have meant that, did he? He’d half expected him to say he looked like Bigfoot, traipsing through the trees. But an angel? Angels, were, well. Angels were beautiful.

After The Fall (the dissolution of the School of Communication), rhetoric professor Anthony Crowley and English literature professor Aziraphale Fell find themselves thrown together in more ways than one. While Crowley finds himself drawn to teasing the oddly formal man across the hall, Aziraphale grapples with wanting to open a door he thought long closed. Over the course of a year, they find that one can never have too many degrees to learn something new or be too old to fall in love. This is a love letter to northern Arizona, to the joys of academic inquiry, and to the moments, both soft and rough, that comprise a life lived well.

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Hello I've posted the first chapter of a new Good Omens fic "If I Could Hold You for a Minute" on AO3. I've been working on this something like 10 months and I'm excited to start posting it. Please enjoy!

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Hello this is a sideblog for fanfic. I’m very excited about the project I’m working on. It’ll be posted to AO3 when I have enough built up to keep a posting schedule.