It could always be worse

Work 12: '1967'

Rated E

Crowley and Aziraphale both have plans for the night of their seven year anniversary. Unfortunately, the Bentley has other ideas…

Chapter Excerpt:

“Come on, come on, come on,” Crowley muttered desperately under his breath as he turned the key in the Bentley’s ignition again.

‘Oooh, the machine of a dream…’ played briefly out of the speakers before cutting off when the engine abruptly stalled.

“Not at the moment, you’re not!”

Crowley tried again.

‘Bicycle, bicycle, bicycle, I want to ride my bicycle, bicycle, bicycle…’

“Grr! Trust me, if I had one, I would be,” he grumbled as the engine cut out again. Crowley paused to suck in and then release a breath through gritted teeth before turning the ignition key for one last attempt. “Don’t do this to me, not today. I have plans, big plans, big important plans. I—”

‘I want to break free…’

“Yes!”

The engine temporarily revved to life, spluttered, then died.

“Noo!” Crowley wailed, banging his head against the steering wheel several times in exasperated defeat.

Series Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley met in a garden — well, to be more precise, a kindergarten — at a private religious school called Eden. After forming an unlikely friendship, we follow them through their time at Eden and beyond. Will they be able to turn their lifelong friendship into something more? And can they work out an Arrangement that allows them to create a happy life for themselves? A fluffy ‘through-the-ages’ inspired AU that starts, as it will end, in a garden — while hitting every ‘age’ in between. 

Each work in this series will focus on one ‘age’ from canon, with the ratings and tags maturing as they do. Once they are adults, some of the works in this series from 'Rome' onwards will be rated Explicit.

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TW/CW: None for this work.

Thank you so much to my wonderful betas for all of your help and patience: @brenna, Kuri_risu and @laudaddysmitten!

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Gunshots: $100

Poisonings: $200

👎 Kids (Teens are fine tho)

👎 Bystanders

👎 Other Hitmen

First Person - $450, additional bodies add $375 each

(Basically a steal still my normal rate is $650. Cmon guys it’s $200 off!)

And now all of these fics are fucking AUs.

I wanted to know they are out there, talking things out and healing and holding one another and helping others with their traumas and

I WANTED HOPE for us all. I don't want a new universe where 'they' don't have the trauma.

The whole bloody POINT was that I cannot hope for another life after this one where all the suffering will be justified and I will be happy. I will never get another universe. Another life. I wanted hope that perseverance and kindness can bring healing here and now. That keeping going is worth it. And that in the mean time I can enjoy dessert even if it feels like the world is about the end. And fight another day.

We don't have the option to start the universe from scratch and hope for the best. We have to work within the systems we have. However bad or irreparable they seem. I don't want to give up. I don't want to be told Aziraphale was stupid for trying. That the system was never ever gonna change even if he got Crowley to stand before God and ask his question by the skin of his teeth.

When in doubt, draw Crowley^

Season 2: “Love and free will can exist despite oppressive institutions.”

Truncated text of tweet from MrPitBull, Mar 11, 2026:

She kept finding women in laboratory photographs from the 1800s. Then she read the published papers—and every single woman had vanished. Someone had erased them from history.

Yale University, 1969.

Margaret Rossiter was a graduate student studying the history of science. She was one of very few women in her program.

Every Friday afternoon, students and faculty gathered for beers and informal conversation. One week, Margaret asked a simple question: "Were there ever any women scientists?"

The faculty answered firmly: No.

Someone mentioned Marie Curie. The group dismissed it—her husband Pierre really deserved the credit.

Margaret didn't argue. But she also didn't believe them.

So she started looking.

She found a reference book called "American Men of Science"—essentially a Who's Who of scientific achievement. Despite the title, she was shocked to discover it contained entries about women. Botanists trained at Wellesley. Geologists from Vermont.

There were names. There were credentials. There were careers.

The professors had been wrong.

But Margaret's discovery was just the beginning. Because as she dug deeper into archives across the country, she found something far more disturbing.

Photograph after photograph showed women standing at laboratory benches, working with equipment, listed on research teams.

But when she read the published papers, the award citations, the official histories—those same women had disappeared. Their names were missing. Their contributions erased.

It wasn't random. It was systematic.

Women who designed experiments watched male colleagues publish results without giving them credit. Women whose discoveries were assigned to supervisors. Women listed in acknowledgments instead of as authors. Women passed over for awards that went to male collaborators who contributed far less.

Margaret realized she was witnessing a pattern that stretched across centuries.

Women had always been present in science. The record had simply pushed them aside.

She needed a name for what she was documenting.

In the early 1990s, she found it in the work of Matilda Joslyn Gage—a 19th-century suffragist who had written about this exact phenomenon in 1870.

In 1993, Margaret published a paper formally naming it: The Matilda Effect.

The term captured something that had been hidden in plain sight for generations. Once you knew the term, you saw it everywhere.

Her dissertation became a lifelong mission.

For more than 30 years, Margaret researched and wrote her landmark three-volume series: Women Scientists in America. She examined letters, institutional policies, individual careers. She gathered undeniable evidence that women in science had been consistently under-credited and structurally excluded.

Her work faced resistance. Many dismissed women's history as political rather than academic. Others insisted she was exaggerating.

Margaret didn't argue emotionally. She presented data. Documented cases. Patterns repeated across decades and institutions.

Eventually, the evidence became undeniable.

Her research helped restore recognition to scientists who had been erased:

Rosalind Franklin, whose X-ray work revealed DNA's structure—credit went to Watson and Crick.

Lise Meitner, who explained nuclear fission—omitted from the Nobel Prize.

Nettie Stevens, who discovered sex chromosomes—received little credit.

Cecilia Payne-Gaposchkin, who discovered stars are made of hydrogen—initially dismissed.

And countless others whose names had nearly vanished.

Margaret changed the narrative. Science was no longer just the story of solitary male geniuses. It became a story of collaboration that included women who had been written out.

Work 11: '1941'

Rated T

Crowley is driving down to London to meet Aziraphale for a well-earned week off. But after getting a surprise phone call, he quickly realises that all is not well. Will he be able to get to his boyfriend in time to help? And will he get the chance to share a surprise of his own?

Chapter Excerpt:

Another message came through, making Crowley smirk. It probably meant that Aziraphale was just as eager to meet as he was, and wondering what time he’d arrive. “Not much longer now, angel,” Crowley said to the empty van. “I’ve missed you too.”

But when a third and fourth message sent his phone chiming twice again, Crowley’s quirked lips were tugged downwards into a frown. Aziraphale rarely sent so many messages in such quick succession…not unless something was wrong.

Crowley was already looking for a quiet side street where he could pull over to check his phone when it started to ring. Parking the van, he quickly turned off the engine and scrabbled about in his bag to locate the thing.

When he saw that Tracy was the one calling him, his heart, which had already increased its rate of motion, took a running leap straight into his throat.

Series Summary:

Aziraphale and Crowley met in a garden — well, to be more precise, a kindergarten — at a private religious school called Eden. After forming an unlikely friendship, we follow them through their time at Eden and beyond. Will they be able to turn their lifelong friendship into something more? And can they work out an Arrangement that allows them to create a happy life for themselves? A fluffy ‘through-the-ages’ inspired AU that starts, as it will end, in a garden — while hitting every ‘age’ in between. 

Each work in this series will focus on one ‘age’ from canon, with the ratings and tags maturing as they do. Once they are adults, some of the works in this series from 'Rome' onwards will be rated Explicit.

Read now on AO3

Or start from the beginning

TW/CW: Threats of violence.

Thank you so much to my wonderful betas for all of your help and patience: @brenna, Kuri_risu and @laudaddysmitten!

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