#ashfae

we so fucking are

This world you're creating is too addictive. Please advise.

Also I'm very curious if I got J and L right in this. ;)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/61559830

Crowley's spent the whole of lockdown asleep. Aziraphale has spent the whole of lockdown baking, cooking, and becoming increasingly frustrated with his solitude. Which eventually leads him to the perfect way to solve all his problems at once...

Or, Aziraphale attempts to seduce Crowley with a truly excellent meal, and Crowley is amenable.

Words: 15,970

Status: Complete

Rating: Explicit

By @ashfae , @mostlyjustgoose

EEE THANK U ASHFAE <3

B: Any of your stories inspired by personal experience?

Oh goodness yea. So much of my dialogue and interaction is literally things that happen often between me and my husband xD also a lot of the queer longing i put into these fics is rooted very firmly in reality lbr.

F: Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

I'd have to go with this bit from the Youth Pastor/Bad Boy reverse omens au that I've been working on where they're just settling into their burgeoning friendship and go out for pizza:

“But, if I can wax poetic about this ‘basic pepperoni’, you have to try my ridiculous concoction of a pizza.” Gadriel smiled mischievously at him, continuing to finish his slice, “I was already going to do that, but deal.” Ezra took a bite of the pepperoni, enjoying it the same way he had enjoyed his own slice. “The crust still stands, the semolina flour giving a smooth finish while the cornmeal makes for a nice crunch. The inclusion of cheddar-jack along with the mozzarella makes for a lovely combination of sharp and mild that dances along the palate. The pepperonis are perfectly cupped, holding just enough grease to cut through the acidity of the marinara, which given the rustic texture of the tomatoes and the garlic clove I believe must be made in house, rather than purchased and used from a can. Incredible, five stars.” Gadriel chuckled. “I can’t believe you just did that, has anyone told you that you are incredibly pretentious?” “I’m not pretentious, I just know good food when I taste it,” Ezra said with a huff. “I dunno,” Gadriel drawled sarcastically, “I think maybe someone isn’t quite as down to earth as they want everyone to think.” “Says the man who drinks beer for the first time just to look cool?” “Ehh… point taken.”

M: Got any premises on the back burner that you’d care to share?

Oh man there are so many that I have sitting in me and Ouida's server xD. A few that I'm very excited about:

A human au where Crowley is a repressed incel who doesn't realize he's gay and wanders into a queer kink bar by mistake on his way to an alpha male grindset meetup at a different bar and meets leather daddy Aziraphale who gives him a new lease on what being a man is about.

A book canon fic where Aziraphale and Crowley's corporations are damaged to the point where they have to discorporate in a battle back in celtic times, but their bodies are in a ravine and they are slowly decomposing because no one knows they're there and they can't off themselves (obviously no one actually dies, I just want the imagery of bodies decomposing together because I listen to too much Hozier).

Another human au where Crowley works at a truckstop and Aziraphale is the big quiet bear of a trucker who frequents the establishment and Crowley is Big Time Horny for him.

yayyyyyy okay 

32: Summarize a random fic of yours in 10 words or less 

“Local writer not over deaths of loved ones, is coping” 

34: Post an excerpt you’re particularly proud of

“Why should he leave? Why on earth would he chose to live among those people again, who would not lift a finger to help the suffering of a stranger?

But there is a new guard, now. And while most of the rest were kind in their own way, have provided such comforts as to have decimated the city of Neveah down to the very last brick if any of the garbage the city was founded on were true (combs for his hair, extra water for washing, fabric for his clothes, needles and thread, pots and seeds and dirt for the plants, conversation) it was easy for them to do so, once they understood that he was not an ‘it,’ that he was not an other, once they knew him. But none of them shared their lunch. None of them read to him.

None of them were in trouble for defying the city’s edicts, for providing aid and comfort to strangers outside the city walls, none of them had compassion for people they had never met.

None of them truly had mercy.

The new guard has done all these things, has all these things.

And, for the first time, as Crowley licks away the last of the sauce from the hollow of an oyster shell, he wonders what would happen if he should come out.

For the first time in decades, he wants to.”

oh you’re so sweet! yes how dare you not psychically know what someone else had already put in my inbox ;)

12 - what headcanon will you keep implementing in your fics, even if canon ends up contradicting it?

look canon and i... we know each other well enough to say hello to, but id not have her over for dinner, you know? we’re not close, is what im saying. so “even if canon ends up contradicting it” pffftt i barely listen to the canon we already have, im not going to change my mind on anything just bc it changes lol

WIP Game

@ashfae

So excited for this one!!!! @skimmingmilk and I are working on a Maltese Falcon inspired 1940s mystery au!!! I am dying to work on it some more, but it'll start posting in December! 💖

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“Morning, luv!” was chirped at him, teacups rattling and heels clicking across wooden floors.

Crowley glanced up as he reached the landing, lips quirking easily at the woman. More so at the tea she carried, but definitely at her too. When he'd met her, she'd been turning tricks to make ends meet. Strict discipline for discerning gentlemen and some séances every evening but Thursday. Her Thursdays and séances were still her own, but her strict discipline had been converted to what Crowley would affectionately call mothering. “Dunno when you sleep, Trace.”

“Between rounds, luv.” She winked, his grin wicked as he took and sipped the tea. Strong and loaded with sugar, just how he liked it. “Not all of us need twelve hours a night.”

If only he could sleep that much. “Gotta do something in the dark.”

OH MY GOD, I LOVE IT SO MUCH 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜💜 Just finished reading, I'm speechless. It's like you just read my mind and then made it better and added your own essence into it, I'm AHSDHHSHAFSHS 💜💜💜 When I'm able to properly write and get a hold of my brain I'll leave a comment there with my every thoughts.

Please go read it, people!!! It's so brilliantly written and so touching!!! I shed a tear or two :___)