Honey, ask me. I should know

S1E1 Aziraphale-san

Do give the fic a read! E rated, slow burn, human AU.

I started this before S3, figured I should just post it since I can't think what else to do with it.

He looked at his hand in disbelief.

No words needed...

Some fluff from last year that I never posted because I wanted to fix the perspective (I didn't fix the perspective, don't look at those cursed chairs)

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Honeslty one of the most Crowley lines in the book

Or y’know the dwindling relics of an ancient inland sea that once reached from Labrador to Texas that are so deep and so cold and so still that they’re notorious amongst locals for “keeping their dead” which is to say they’re the fated and inevitable final resting place for anyone who works them or works on them and you never get the bodies back all of which were central to the theology and folklore of the locals for thousands of years before The Cross arrived and which border 2 countries and several states and have their own weird weather patterns and really I could go on at length about the apparent magic contained in those Midwestern bodies of water but I think you get my gist

It's the fate of all Northerners to be blanketed by the cold in death.

Well, I had to draw Aziraphale too.

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im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up