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"I'm Pepper," the girl said, once they were clear. "She/her. First time at Pride?"

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After the Ritz, Crowley fell asleep on the bookshop sofa.

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Crowley ran one hand over the big black bonnet of his new horseless carriage and grinned. Horse-power, they might call it, but there wasn't an actual horse in sight, thank Satan. He'd dealt with far too many of the beasts over the centuries, and every single one had hated him on sight.

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When it snows, one February day, the students think it great fun and promptly begin to organise a massive snowball fight on the college-green.

One-shot

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Warlock put their head round the door of the main room to tell Aziraphale that breakfast was ready and realised he was sitting there frozen, staring at his phone

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The students’ newly improved distaste for Professor Gabriel, once they learned that he had somehow hurt their beloved Dr Fell, fell into three clear categories…

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I'm looking for a fic where Azirphale and Crowley are working as professors at a college. Crowley teaches botanics and i believe he had some sort of disability. It was a series of many fics.

Hello my dear! I do believe you are looking for:

Demon and Angel Professors by Ghostinthehouse [200 part series, rated T, 133k words]

They're professors. They're married. Their students don't realise. Cue shenanigans.

Multiple short arcs with one-shots (and often pauses) between them. Characters continue from one arc to the next.

Any ambiguity between being human and being occult/ethereal is entirely deliberate.

-Mod AB

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At home, Crowley poured whisky into two glasses and pushed one of them over to Aziraphale. “Here. We dealt with him. It’s over.”

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Crowley turned the corner and caught the scene ahead of him. He was too late…

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“Crowley!” Beelzebub’s voice sliced through the noise of the students leaving. “A word, if you please.”

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In a quiet corridor, a diminutive Politics professor stalks towards a tall, impeccably suited Theology professor. “Tell me you had nothing to do with thiz rumour.”

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“Professor Gabriel’s such a jerk,” one of the students grumbles, throwing himself into a chair

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By the time the students realise they’ve jumped from the frying pan of the bullies into the fire of Dr Crowley’s office, it’s too late.

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a writing competition i was going to participate in again this year has announced that they now allow AI generated content to be submitted

their reasoning being that "we couldn't ban it even if we wanted to, every writer already uses it anyway"

"Every writer"?

come on

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Alike In Dignity

Maybe it was foolish to hope that this time Aziraphale would understand the need the first time he asked instead of needing a century or two to settle into the idea, but Crowley didn't have that time. Maybe, if he could just find the right argument...?

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In which Gabriel's power blazes like a bonfire, Crowley's is contained and hidden, and Aziraphale chooses to be mild, ordinary and unremarkable.