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Aziraphale and Crowley and The Switch.

We Only Said Goodbye with Words, I Died A Hundred Times: 1

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Fic written by ras_elased, which you can read here. This fic does have a NSFW ending, which will be exclusive to Patreon. But the comic can be enjoyed in a SFW format, which will be posted in full on Tumblr and Twitter. $1 Patrons will be a page ahead and all other patrons will be an additional page ahead. This comic will update Mondays and Wednesdays. Please enjoy!

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Angel of the Eastern Gate

I should apologise for how long it got, and learn to contain myself, but I had a jolly good time writing them simply enjoying themselves. So that's the most important thing, right?

"Are you sure they wont notice? Humans are perceptive my dear." Crowley gave a glance over his glasses as he paused walking across the bookshop, raising a brow before speaking. "Naaah. Everybody will be dressing up, having fun. Being themselves. They'll just assume it's fake." Aziraphale glanced over his shoulders at his white wings, nervously twitching at being out even in the sanctity of his bookshop. It had been millennia since any ethereal being had dared show their wings to humans, it became taboo. Yet Crowley and himself were about to break that rule, technically again. The young Antichrist was the last human who got to see their wings not too long ago. "It'll be fine, angel. Just try to not move them constantly, and nobody will give a damn. Now, just relax and spread your wings. If you refuse to change clothing, I've got to add some rainbow somewhere." The grin that accompanied Crowley's words made Aziraphale wish he could relax, but while he could believe that the wings might be ignored, he still didn't get the fixation of putting colour on him. Crowley had only swapped out his usual jacket and shirt for a black shirt with 'Pride Month' written multiple times, gradually fading to a rainbow over 'demon'. The scrap of colourful fabric acting as a belt hardly counted to Aziraphale. Or the rainbow nails. It was subtle, and a contrast to what Crowley had proposed. The demon put the pots of chalk on the desk, grinning wider before he moved his finger in a twirl. "Turn around angel, we've got an hour before the parade sets off."

@ineffable-storms' quote inspired me to draw this as my last contribution to this year's pride month!

Stay colourful, stay strong, and stay alive. You are not alone.

Feel free to download and use this for free! All my pride art is under creative commons 🌈