This ask came through from @haikitteh but was in a strange format that wouldn’t let us post it, so I had to copy it into here.
Hello! I found a fic I’d asked about - it was a vlogger au with Aziraphale cooking. Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils (3676 words) by MostWeakHamlets. Just didn’t want you to search since I’d found it. :D
I’m glad you found it!
Parsley, Thyme, Sage, Daffodils by MostWeakHamlets
Aziraphale has a cooking show on the internet. It started out with three viewers, but now he's known as the happy grandfather that blew up overnight. Crowley occasionally makes cameos, has dedicated his garden to giving Aziraphale fresh herbs and vegetables, and struggles with living after the apocalypse. ___ “Taste this, my dear,” Aziraphale said.
He held a spoonful of jam to Crowley’s lips with his free hand cautiously under it, ready to catch any dripping.
Crowley leaned forward to wrap his lips around the spoon.
Most likely his shyness came from the small tender moments Aziraphale was not afraid of showing the world. It had been the topic of many long conversations after Aziraphale took Crowley’s hand in St. James Park, causing Crowley to freeze and break out in a cold sweat. Being discreet had always been their top priority. For 6,000 years, someone would have surely seen them if they embraced in the middle of London. But now, Aziraphale had assured Crowley, things were different. They no longer needed to hide, but Aziraphale would go as slow as Crowley needed him to.
It was almost funny how their roles had switched after the apocalypse.
~Mod P
