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Brilliance

“I saw it. The bookshop,” Crowley says. “When… when it burned down.”

Aziraphale inhales sharply.

“You weren’t there. Thought it…” Crowley squeezes the angel’s waist. “Thought it was hellfire.”

“My darling,” Aziraphale exhales, swallowing back tears. “Oh, my sweet love. Is that what you’ve been dreaming about?”

“Not always,” Crowley answers. “It was worse before we moved here, when we were not… together.” He shrugs in a way that tries too hard to come off as nonchalant, and it breaks Aziraphale’s heart. “‘S not as bad now that I know you’re here.”

“My dear heart,” Aziraphale says against Crowley’s hair, resolute. “I’m here now. I’m not going anywhere, I promise you. I swear to you.”

Crowley lets out a nervous chuckle. “Careful, angel. Those are dangerous words to say to a demon.”

And I will say them, Aziraphale vows, over and over and over again, until the whole world has heard it. Until I’ve spoken it into the universe and it has shifted to comply.

Since I wanted to showcase @idanit​‘s stunning art in the epilogue, we’re starting a little early - I’ll be posting one chapter a day until the big day! Written for the @do-it-with-style-events​ 2021 Reverse Big Bang, and clocking in around 25k words, this has been a labor of love and so, so many research rabbit holes.

Join us for six thousand years of yearning from two ineffable idiots in love, in a whole host of permutations, and as many hair references as one author can write.

And because I just can’t contain myself, a generous (and gorgeous) sneak peek direct from the artist:

Aziraphale himself has never dreamed. Honestly, he finds the whole process incredibly vulnerable, if anything, and he can’t help feeling just a little bit sorry for the humans’ need to sleep. Part of the grand design and all that, he supposes.

In a way, though, that same vulnerability makes the fact that Crowley is perfectly comfortable sleeping with Aziraphale around that much more heartwarming. It means that Crowley trusts him to look after him, to make sure nothing happens to him while he’s unconscious and defenseless.

Aziraphale has never betrayed that trust, and he does not plan to start doing so now.

So when terrible nightmares begin to plague his darling Crowley’s slumber, Aziraphale is decided to do everything in his power to help him.

Title: Four-Letter Words

Word Count: 13,620

Archive Warnings: No warnings apply

Rating:  Teen and up

Pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

Character(s): Aziraphale, Crowley, assorted angels, assorted demons, including Gabriel and Beelzebub

Tags: humour, crack, fluff, love, so much crack, angels with twitter

Summary: 

Over the span of 6,000 years, Crowley has taught himself to never say or think the word 'love' in connection to Aziraphale. After the Armageddon fails to happen, he can, but one thing is theoretically knowing that he can confess his feelings, it's a whole other thing to break his self conditioning and do so.

This is a story of love, of the inability to say it when you feel it counts, the other ways you have to find to say or show it. It's about Heaven and Hell being a pain in the arse, an angel discovering the Internet and subconsciously miracling himself a twitter account just to post mushy thoughts about one rather oblivious demon, a few footnotes, which add that bit of crack to balance the emotional story.

Art by 

@idanit‘s artpost

@superfast-jellybitch‘s artpost

I could not have wished for a better couple of artists - you guys rule (and I’m still in awe the crack didn’t break you XD )

Warszawa, moje miasto! Z cytatem w ogóle jest zabawnie, bo jeśli chodzi o romantycznych wieszczów, jestem zdecydowanie team Julo, no ale ten wiersz, ta strofa. Absolutnie magiczna i mówi do mnie dogłębnie, wręcz do kości. “Pisanie” to chyba trochę za dużo powiedziane, ale mam na warsztacie fika do Hadestown i chyba nawet uda mi się go skończyć.