The Nice and Accurate wedding of Anathema Device, Witch, which went just as expected
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It’s finally up!
My new fic “The Nice and Accurate wedding of Anathema Device, Witch, which went just as expected” is now up to read on AO3.
This fic features great Anathema and Crowley friendship, Anathema getting married, a first meeting, flies and other surprises.
Click here to read Chapter 1.
Seeing as the entire fic is almost 17.000 words I will not be posting it fully onto tumblr, but fret not, AO3 is very very easy to use. You can even leave comments without an account if you just give them any mail adress!
But, to entice you, have a snippet:
Crowley chuckled.
“Probably, yeah. So, who did you end up hiring for the planning? Assuming you’re doing the smart thing and not taking it on yourself.”
“Oh, no no, I wouldn’t dream of that. I want to actually enjoy my wedding. I asked Steph.”
Crowley raised an eyebrow. Anathema and Steph had a long-standing rivalry, caused by both of them being top-tier wedding planners, but also because Anathema disapproved greatly of Steph’s way of handling brides, often pushing them into things they didn’t really need or want to make himself look better. Crowley mostly disliked him because he was a perfectionist dick and insisted on meeting in his office for everything. And his office had shit coffee.
Anathema elaborated with a mischievous grin.
“I couldn’t imagine anyone better suited, that’s what I told him. It will be great fun to see him scrambling to fulfil my wishes and to counteract Newt’s law.”
“Anathema.” Crowley said with all the gleeful exasperation of a parent whose child just threw up on the brand-new car of the guy in the village garden committee who called their garden ‘nice for an amateur’ when they both knew who had more experience with plants. Those Geraniums had an incredible amount of blooms, Gareth, and you knew that.
Chapter 2 is up! Title: These butterflies, they just have no agenda
Thank you all for your lovely feedback thus far! I’m very glad people like Croley and Anathema in this because there’s a lot more yet to come.
Have a snippet!
This was another problem of being without his camera. When you took pictures of people, it put distance between the two of you. It made them less of a person you could actually approach and talk to and think of asking cheesy things such as ‘Do you want to move in with me so my house finally feels like a home? Or at least an art gallery?’. But without his camera, his common sense and restraint were all that was stopping him, and those weren’t much.
He decided to cover up all these emotions by the way of mildly complaining about irrelevant things. The British way.
“Nah, it’s just. Uh. The cake isn’t that pretty.”
Yes, perfect cover.
The man’s smile turned strained.
Why had he fucking said it like THAT.
“That’s a bit rude, don’t you think? Someone obviously put hours into it.”
Chapter 3 is up! Pink drinks, Red wine, White lies
Twenty minutes later, not much had changed, except that they were now sitting at a pretty secluded table, and it wasn’t the cake that was threatened by Crowley’s passionate gesturing but a pink, fruity cocktail. According to the barkeeper they were all under sworn orders to not give Crowley ‘anything that he could sip while standing alone against a wall and look cool’. Anathema knew him entirely too well. But that wasn’t the point. The point was, that he hadn’t planned on doing that anyway. Not if he could instead have a brilliantly witty conversation about art with the most amazing man he had ever met, whom he now knew to be named Aziraphale. The cocktail was tasty though.
Chapter 4 is up! A llama, a llama, my wedding for a llama!
“Ah, there you are, dear boy.”
Crowley absolutely didn’t jump like a cat faced with a surprise cucumber. He quickly slid the camera into his pocket and tried to level out his expression as much as possible.
“Aziraphale! I wondered when I’d see you again.”
Aziraphale’s bemused smile showed that he very much didn’t buy into his act.
“I believe the line I’m supposed to say now is ‘Is that a camera in your pocket or are you just happy to see me’. Not to worry, I am not a tattle tail,” he said, with a conspiratorial wink.
Crowley slumped a bit.
“I was coming to collect you and tell you the cake will be served soon, outside. But it seems like you could not have missed it. Come, let’s, lest Anathema catches you while she has a knife in her hand,” he said.
Crowley barked a laugh and got up to join him.
“Quick thinking, I like that.”
Guess what, early upload today!
Chapter 5: Good quality cake needs to be properly de-boned
I also figured out how to save chapters as a draft! Hence, all chapters are now uploaded and it will be finished posting on friday - perfect for a weekend read!
And now, here’s your snippet:
Crowley took a deep breath, steeling himself. He would say it. He would.
“Mmmh. Well, the cake was fluffy and sweet, with just the right edge to offset the sweetness. So I would say it matches the maker, and I wouldn’t mind seeing more of both,” he gabbled, feeling his face turn red once more.
“Oh.”
Aziraphale’s eyes widened as his mouth fell open just a bit, and his cheeks coloured.
“Oh my, you are a terrible flirt.”
Crowley didn’t know how to respond to the tiny smile blossoming on Aziraphale’s face by anything other than choking on his words and blushing even more furiously. To both his luck and his despair, he didn’t have to think of anything, because clever and merciful Madame Tracy decided to start heaping praises onto Aziraphale for the cake as well, more and more people joining in.
Chapter 6: I’ll give you a lift, anywhere you want to – actually, no, wait, I had alcohol
Chapter 6 is up! No snippet because I only have my phone and I don’t hate myself. Only there epilogue left now!
The epilogue is up!
Thank you all for encouragement and enthusiasm, and i hope you know i love you almost as much as i love THIS fic!
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