#mutalune

I’ve gathered a few for you dear!

If This Is All We Have by Lurlur (G)

The world hadn't ended. Crowley was drunk and Aziraphale was worried.

Tonight might be their last night on Earth, or anywhere else for that matter.

Crowley had invited him to stay, but Aziraphale has other ideas.

A Touch Like Sunlight by goodomensblog (just_quintessentially_me), just_quintessentially_me (T)

"After the apoca-wasn’t, time carries on - as time does. Days bleed into months, and months into years.

And through it all, Heaven and Hell remain unnervingly silent.

Crowley and Aziraphale sometimes catch sight of them - angels more often than demons. Not because the demons are any better at sneaking about; there are simply less of them sneaking (between the two, Heaven’s always been the more vengeful). But their watchers - whether angel or demon - don’t go so far as to speak. Rather, they observe - usually from some distance, dark gazes following. Watching."

Ch.1 A Touch Like Sunlight: Crowley accidentally threatens an Archangel.

Ch. 2 A Love Like Moonlight: When Aziraphale is threatened by angels who seek justice for Aziraphale's crimes against Heaven, Crowley comes up with a plan to keep him safe from harm.

The Sins of Love by FeatherBlack (jatty) (T)

Crowley goes missing for a decade and Aziraphale isn't sure whether or not he should be worried. That is, until Crowley crashes onto the floor of his shop in a state almost worse than death.

wherever you are, i'll come to you by mutalune (T)

“Are you alright? What’s all this about then?”

“Ah. Well. I might have slipped.”

“Slipped?”

“Took a bit of a tumble, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale said. “But, well. What’s done is done.”

“What’s done - ?”

“Now that I’m no longer beholden to a rather arbitrary moral code, I have to ask: Do you pay taxes? Actually, more importantly, do you think I can stop paying taxes now? That seems like a sufficiently demonic thing to do. Refusing to do my civic duty and whatnot. Quite devious, I’d argue.”

This was, in hindsight, not the most sensitive way of breaking the news.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by bibliocratic (G)

After the Apocalypse, and with characteristic slowness, both Crowley and Aziraphale think there might be something they need to sit down and talk about.

And then Aziraphale disappears.

it’s called “Throw me a goddamn rope - just enough to hang myself with” by @mutalune on ao3

it’s the best goddamn thing i’ve ever read and the author seems like the sweetest person!!

how it goes:

Aizawa goes back in time to stop shit from happening and gets adopted by Inko in the past. It’s fluffy and adorable, the best fix it yet 🥺💖

it has everything i wanted from a fic

Chapters: 19/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead/Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight/Midoriya Inko, Midoriya Inko & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Midoriya Izuku, Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead & Yagi Toshinori | All Might Characters: Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Midoriya Izuku, Midoriya Inko, Yamada Hizashi | Present Mic, Kayama Nemuri | Midnight, Yagi Toshinori | All Might, Sensei | All For One, Bakugou Katsuki, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Todoroki Shouto, Todoroki Enji | Endeavor, Todoroki Rei, Class 1-A (My Hero Academia) Additional Tags: Time Travel, Time Travel Fix-It, Family Fluff, Families of Choice, Mystery, (kind of it's more like 'no one told aizawa anything and he's trying to put it together'), Protective Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Parental Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Protective Midoriya Inko, inko is a great mom to all of her children -, izuku shouta and all of shoutas kids, Sensei | All For One is Midoriya Hisashi, he's not the worst dad but he's def not in the top ten, somehow aizawa makes izuku even more effective in beating ppl w/friendship, he doesn't know how so don't ask, BAMF Midoriya Izuku, BAMF Aizawa Shouta | Eraserhead, Self-Esteem Issues, Bullying, Mental Health Issues, every character's got something going on them's the brakes kiddos, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Domestic Fluff, there's a lotta fluffiness but it's mostly from aizawa's pov so it comes across grumpy, the power of friendship and kindness, Suicidal Thoughts, not for long though and it's not from POV's perspective, this is generally fluffy and fun!!! warm fic for the soul, Hurt/Comfort, Internalized Misogyny, Implied/Referenced Domestic Violence, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, (minor on those last two tags! only discussed!), BAMF Midoriya Inko Summary:

Shouta’s plan had been ill-defined and desperate from the start, but he figures the important shit boiled down to, “Change as little as possible, make sure Midoriya doesn’t get himself killed, and stock up on lychee jelly pouches because that flavor got discontinued three years from now.” Keeping it simple’s always better, and he’s normally good at improvising.

Somewhere along the way, he must’ve fucked up since now he has:

A quirkless problem child hanging off of his every word

His best friend going through a sexuality crisis thanks to said problem child’s mom

His other best friend clinging to him like a security blanket

Some two-bit mob boss threatening him with bouquets of daffodils

To wring the number one hero’s fucking neck for not telling him anything useful before sending him decades into the past

First things first, did you have a good year?

I had a pretty alright year, I gotta say. It hasn’t been overwhelmingly amazing, but I’ve met a lot of new people who I think are invaluable to me as friends. I’ve absolutely loved getting to involve myself in a mildly alright fandom again, and my jump on writing has been amazing!

Do you regret not doing anything?

mmmmmmm not really? I try not to regret a lot of things as long as I’m happy with my current lot in life, and while things aren’t perfect, I’m not entirely angry about where i am right now. So, I’d say not.

Do you regret doing something?

I do regret staying up too late like every single night LOL but that’s a different story for a different time.

What do you wish for others for the coming year?

I hope that others are able to find all the happiness that they can. I sincerely wish that people are able to live and let live, which I think would make everything better overall.

What do you wish for yourself?

That i’ll be able to get something published and really find my place in the world of writing!

I’ve made an Ao3 search for only fics 10k+ if you want more, but here are a few to rec! I think they’re mostly angsty though oops

Demonology and the Tri-Phasic Model of Trauma: An Integrative Approach by Nnm

As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:

–His clothing was expensive and stylish;–He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;–His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”–He looked angry;–He was wearing sunglasses.

What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?

Five Times Aziraphale Saves Crowley (And One Time He Fails) by Captain_Kieren

Basically what it says on the tin.

1. Holy Water2. Exorcised3. Thrown4. Stabbed5. Demon Hunter+1. Betrayed

The Glint of Light on Broken Glass by cassieoh

They stopped the Heavenly (or Hellish, depending on whom one asked) Apocalypse and went back to their lives. They fed ducks and they ate decadent meals and drank expensive wine. And they did not notice as the humans hurtled closer and closer to disaster. When the true apocalypse happened neither Heaven nor Hell was involved in the slightest, it was all down to humans’ thoughts and humans’ ideas and the humans’ hatred of each other.

And so, Heaven watched in horror and Hell in delight as the humans tore atoms asunder to kill and to desecrate and to destroy. Then, they very carefully decided it was maybe a good idea to give things a few years to settle, after all, they still had their agents on Earth.

No need for further involvement.

Thus, three decades pass.

Today, Sophie Greenbriar decides to search the ruins of what was once Soho for salvage.

[AKA a nuclear apocalypse fic about home and the people who become that]

wherever you are, i’ll come to you by mutalune

“Are you alright? What’s all this about then?”

“Ah. Well. I might have slipped.”

“Slipped?”

“Took a bit of a tumble, I’m afraid,” Aziraphale said. “But, well. What’s done is done.”

“What’s done - ?”

“Now that I’m no longer beholden to a rather arbitrary moral code, I have to ask: Do you pay taxes? Actually, more importantly, do you think I can stop paying taxes now? That seems like a sufficiently demonic thing to do. Refusing to do my civic duty and whatnot. Quite devious, I’d argue.”

This was, in hindsight, not the most sensitive way of breaking the news.