childhood friends to lovers to strangers to friends to lovers again au ——->first meeting! Crowley’s got a bruised shin, a bruised ego, and a severe lack of morning tea; of course Aziraphale, cherub of a boy that he is, places it upon himself to help when he sees a poor boy alone in the garden.
I have this entire au planned out in my head, and I *do* want to write it once I finish my current GOmens fic. Will I get to it? Not answering that. Might draw more of it though. dunno what i’ll call the au yet. probably workshop it. ideas are welcome i am 🔥uninspired🔥
Transcript under the cut :3
WORK 1:
Aziraphale: “Are you alright? Are you hungry?”
WORK TWO:
Aziraphale: “You must be freezing!”
Crowley: “NGK, I’m fine!”
Aziraphale: “You simply must take my scarf!!”
WORK THREE:
PANEL 1:
Mother: “Where is the scarf I gave you this morning, Aziraphale?”
PANEL 3:
Aziraphale: “Umm…Oh, must have, ugh, put it down here somewhere. I’m sorry, Mother :(“
Some Signalis to round out Lesbian Visibility Week.
I'll be honest, I know nothing about this game. A shit ton of it appeared on my twitter feed way back when i still used twitter. So, yeah.
The way Delyna's grandfather Llerar Mandas tells it, you'd think the dastardly Lord-Wizard snatched the maiden from her ancestral manor, polymorphed as cloud of netches or something. Please—the girl was caught in leather catsuit, sneaking into Divayth's tower, geared up as burglar would: lockpicks, two glass swords and a magical ring of Chameleon—mademoiselle's frivolous attempt at "slumming", no doubt. Lenient as Lord Fyr is towards petty thieves—Delyna was merely put under arrest in the tower. She spend several weeks, enjoying hospitality of Fyrs before she was released unto a representative of House Redoran. That during these weeks her addled father, Arethan rampaged through the Ashlands alongside his gang of vagabonds—supposedly as means to cope with kidnapping of his daughter—can scarcely be blamed on House Telvanni, can it not? Truly, Delyna would have been released much sooner, if not for the real fear of her accidentally perishing en-route—Tel Fyr is fairly isolated place and the surrounding waters can be dangerous.