#seekwill

Hello!

I had a hard time finding rival politicians but here’s some of what I could find!

Loyal Opposition by seekwill (M) - WIP

In a matter of seconds, MP Gabriel Winger's political ambitions begin to crumble before him, strangled in the small hands of MP Beezus Lorde. Assisted by communications guru Anthony Crowley, MP Lorde breaks away from the Centre Cross party taking the entire backbench with them, and leaving Aziraphale Fell, Winger's Policy Director, to pick up the pieces and save his boss's career.

All’s Fair in Love and Politics by Hokkaido_Pumpkin (T) - WIP

Dr. Aziraphale Eastgate (also known as A.Z. Fell on research papers), is a book collector, professor of Theology in the University of Wales, wine conussieur, ocassional blogger, and now unwillingly the newest member of the House Of Lords.

Dr. Anthony Jay Crowley, former delinquent turned respected politian with a medical sciences degree, hotheaded gay disaster, commited dungeon master in spare time, and newly appointed Secretary of State for Health and Social Care (basically, the NHS' guardian)

At this point, neither could have expected to be dealt the card of romance in their decks, but all is fair in love and politics.

CW: Some strong language at points

The Politician’s Heart by Spaceytrash (E) - WIP

After years of hard work and sleepless nights, Ezra Fell finally reached his goal and became the new Prime Minister of the United Kingdom. What he hadn’t expected though, was the huge amount of stress and his inability to deal with it.

After some incidents at work, his friend and personal assistant suggested the use of an escort service to help him relax. Despite his trepidations he couldn’t get the idea out of his mind, agreeing to it eventually and finding more than he had bargained for.

Designated Survivor by hesitantskeleton (T)

It was Aziraphale’s fault that Crowley was lying on the cold, hard ground. Aziraphale's arms were tiring, but the pale hands, soaked with blood, proved that all he was doing was not in vain. It was all he could do to scream Crowley's name, and watch in horror as he was tugged away, people swathed in blue dividing Aziraphale from Crowley like Moses parting the sea. -- In which Crowley was supposed to become the president of the United States, but an assassination attempt left him comatose, and Aziraphale powerless. 

“Wait!” Aziraphale said, holding a hand out. “Let me turn on the bedside lamp. Turn off the overhead.”

Crowley made a face at her.

“The bedside lamp is more flattering.”

Crowley threw up her hands but complied. As if a different light source could change her belief that Aziraphale was the most gorgeous creature to grace God’s green earth. When she turned back the light had dimmed, gave a soft yellow glow from the table beside the bed.

“Now?” Crowley asked. “Pretty please.”

“Fine,” Aziraphale said. “Because you asked so nicely.”

With soft fingers she drew open the front of her nightshirt and Crowley’s heart took a running leap and nearly burst out of her chest in some sort of daring escape.

Thank you, @stillseekwill <3

The Saucepan: a song that makes you really happy at the moment That’s a tall order, as it’s a difficult time, but lately “As Cool As I Am” by Dar Williams reliably makes me smile. So does “Born to Hum” by Erin McKeown.

Protostar: a favourite memory A few years back, I visited Keane, NH with my best friend. The drive from Boston wasn’t too long or too difficult and we arrived in time to go to a nearby blueberry farm. The sun draped on the blueberry bushes like it had been poured out there. Bees and butterflies accompanied us through the rows, heavy with fruit. In the distance stood lavender-blue Mount Monadnock, which I climbed/hiked up with her help the next day. She carried everything for both of us, so I could just attend to the needs of my knees and it was wonderful. But that afternoon in the blueberry bushes is one of those memories that just sings with remembered joy and comfort.  I can remember not what the light looked like, but what it felt like. Not golden, but amber, like honey. A tangible warmth that made me want to laugh for no reason at all. A good thing to think about in these hard times.

Hello!

You’re always welcome to look through our ineffable wives tag here or on AO3 here.

Here’s a few human au ineffable wives fics I would recommend:

1. brighter than the brightest stars by seekwill

 “What,” said Crowley, the hinges of her jaw suddenly not quite working the way they should, “are you wearing?”

 Aziraphale startled and immediately drew the open button up pyjama top around her. “Oh, you know. Nothing. Nothing of note. Pyjamas.”

It wasn’t bright enough to see it, but Crowley could hear the blush on Aziraphale’s voice. But what Crowley had seen in the dull moonlight wasn’t even in the same ballpark as nothing of note. She groped wildly for the lightswitch behind her, her mouth cracking into a grin. - When 20-year-old Crowley sees Aziraphale for the very first time she's piss drunk, and backed by a chorus of absolute menaces who fancied themselves her friends. An inauspicious start grows into something miraculous. Years after their first meeting, Aziraphale still manages to surprise her.

2. Flannel and French Lace by musegnome

 She had a vision of how things would go when Crowley got home. The door would open. Crowley would drag in her suitcase and pull off her shoes at the door. She’d come up the stairs, and Aziraphale would rise to greet her, and Crowley would be so delighted to see the blue dress. She liked it best out of all Aziraphale’s dresses, since all she had to do was untie a belt and unclasp a button and it would fall open. “Like unwrapping the best present,” she’d told Aziraphale, laughing, and this time wouldn’t she be surprised to see what was inside?

Seekwill's brighter than the brightest stars, from Aziraphale's POV.

~ Mod G

Of course!

Golden Handcuffs by seekwill

Far from any city, near the Scottish coast, Tadfield College has a celebrated history, an unrivaled academic reputation, and two departments at war. When the Biology and English departments are forced to share a building, Senior Lecturer and botanist Anthony Crowley finds himself drawn into the orbit of the polite but strange English professor, Dr. Aziraphale Fell. As the new term begins, two academics navigate the politics of both their offices and academia, and try to solve the puzzle of one another.

Priest Aziraphale/heretic Crowley. I love the way this fic bounces from past to present.

Hallmark movie vibes with some darker twists.

Ren Faire AU with fire spinner Crowley and falconer Aziraphale. I’m obsessed with this whole AU- the side characters and backstories are so rich, and get fleshed out even more in other parts of this series (yes, there’s a sequel and several one-shots! Perfect to get lost in).

Ineffable wedding fluff. My next fic is inspired by this one.

@bestoftheseekwill Thank you for asking! <3

crow ❇ - do you have a signature accessory?Two, really! I nearly always wear a hand-knotted long bead necklace (I have a few). I am allergic to so many unreasonable things, including all metal except gold (my skin corrodes it - maybe I am part demon? and then it corrodes mine - maybe I am part fey? and I don’t like gold). So I made my own necklaces after buying one of the type. I think the one with sparkly beads and turquoise beads is my fave. Second is the one with freshwater pearls. I’m also nearly always wearing a woven scarf. My fave is a sparkly mauve or a white part-silk one.

sword 🗡️ - is there anything you always carry with you?Bah. So many things, mostly boring! Outside of the entirely ordinary (keys, phone, wallet) I also keep my inhaler on hand, as well as something to draw in/with, various medications, band-aids (for which my wife teases me).  I do OFTEN have other art supplies with me, which I forget are there unless I’m very bored or wondering how my bag got so heavy…

mud 🌱 - how do you relax before you go to sleep?Positive, appropriate, also true answers: Avoid the news for a couple hours before bed, do things I like (art, reading), take a shower, have some cozy beverage, listen to chill music. Less “appropriate,” but more accurate answer: stay up as late as possible to maximize time stolen from capitalism which can be dedicated to art and which I owe to no one.