AbbyMayHampsen

Well

Here goes nothing :/

Also sorry bout shoving my personal shit onto you guys lmao

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Date: 2 days after the notpocolypse

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Crowley.

Crowley.

Crowley!

Aziraphale shook the demon roughly, trying to get him to wake up. Finally he gave in and sat down in the chair next to him. He waited for hours in that chair, eventually also falling asleep.

Someone tapped his shoulder, and he yawned.

"Why are you here?" Asked a familiar voice.

"Huh..?"

"I asked why you're here," the voice laughed.

Aziraphale tried to open his eyes, but he was feeling oddly tired. "Yes."

"That's not... nevermind," he sighed. "I'm going down stairs. Meet me there in 20 minutes, okay?"

"....Okay," Aziraphale said, rubbing his eyes. Finally they opened, but it was extremely blurry and whoever had been there before was gone. "Oh."

When he did reach downstairs, Crowley was drinking milk from a full gallon, not bothering to close the fridge.

"Er, that's not a good idea," said the angel, sliding into a bar stool at Crowley's kitchen table.

Around a minute later, he tilted the milk jug all the way back, and then slammed it on the table.  It was empty. Crowley wiped his mouth and stared at Aziraphale.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yes, I'm fine. Just... thirsty. Oddly thirsty," Crowley sighed. "I can't seem to quench it."

"Well what do you want?" Aziraphale asked. "Milk? Water? Pop?"

"It's not even really that.... I just... someone told me i was thirsty, so I've tried drinking a lot to make them stop telling me that," said the demon. "It's annoying."

"Who is this person?"

"She's a voice... in my head," Crowley admitted.

"...Like... the almighty...?" Aziraphale asked.

"Well, it's like that, but I don't think it's her, really," Crowley laughed. "Why would God communicate with a demon just to say 'you're thirsty' and then go silent? Like, I'm not even thirsty, I've drank a bunch of shit. Whatever. I'll just ignore it."

"Yes, that's probably for the best, dear," he sighed, leaning back in his chair.

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Date: 3 years after Armageddon

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Aziraphale was carrying a single book, to the front of his bookshop. Crowley was following, staring into his phone at tumblr.

Suddenly, Aziraphale had the strange urge to drop the book. It overpowered his need to keep everything he owned in perfect condition, and almost like someone had slapped it, the book fell out of his hands.

Crowley looked down. Should he pick it up? Maybe Aziraphale put it there on purpose. Maybe he wants him to pick it up.... or perhaps it really was just an accident.

All of these thoughts and more circled around Crowley's head as he stared at the book with Aziraphale. After a minute they both reached down for it, and Crowley 'accidentally' grabbed Aziraphale's hand instead.

"Uh," he said. "Big brain time. I did not mean to do. That."

"Er....okay...." Aziraphale made a face, shaking off Crowley's hand.

As soon as he did that, lightning cracked just outside the door and it started pouring. Aziraphale put his hand back on Crowley's, and the storm stopped. Removed it, thunder and the pitter patter of rain on his roof. Put it back, sun shining, nice warm breeze.

The angel sighed, standing up and letting go of his friend's hand. "Guess we'll have to wait this one out."

The storm lasted 2 days, and then the almighty gave up on that one.

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Date: 5 years after said apocalypse

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Crowley was practicing his walk, trying to figure out if he should make it more gay or not. Perhaps Aziraphale would pick up on it.

He was sitting right there, after all.

"How was that?" Crowley smiled, placing his arms on his hips.

"How was what?" Aziraphale looked up from his book.

"Seriously?" The demon frowned. "Fine. Watch this."

Aziraphale set the book on the table beside him and gave Crowley his undivided attention. He started walking like he had a few minutes ago.

And then a slick wood rod appeared right in front of him, and he slipped. Aziraphale rushed forward, catching Crowley by the waist and barely stopping him from hitting the floor.

"Where did that thing come from?" Crowley asked, flushing at the close proximity of Aziraphale's face.

"I... don't know...." said the angel, looking at the rod.

There was an awkward silence, for a while, and the. After a minute Crowley spoke, "Are you going to let me up?"

"Right, yes, of course," Aziraphale nodded and pulled him up onto his feet.

The wooden rod was gone.

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Date: 10 years after the apocalypse-that-didn't-happen

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"Aziraphale."

"Huh?" The angel lifted his head from his desk where he had fallen asleep. "Oh, dear, I must have fallen asleep."

"Where is the demon Crowley?"

"What? Who- wait..." Aziraphale say up, his blue eyes blinking rapidly. "Almighty?"

"Yes. Answer my question."

"Why would I know?" Aziraphale laughed nervously. "Pshhht. I... haha, I guess he might be doing some wily d-"

"You cannot fool me, Aziraphale."

"Oh, dear," he sighed. "He just left, why?"

"I want you to do something for me."

"Well, it depends on what it is," Aziraphale rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I don't mean to sound... ungrateful or anything, but if you're going to ask me to... er, kill him, I'm afraid I'd rather fa-"

"I want you to get together. That's a direct order from God."

"I'm sorry?" Aziraphale said loudly, blushing red. "What do you mean?"

"I know everything."

"O-Oh, that's right..." he looked down. "There's just one problem..."

"What is that?"

"We're already together," he laughed quietly, swallowing hard.

"Excuse me?"

"Well, I thought you knew everything," Aziraphale said smugly.

It was silent, and the principality waited for a few minutes. "Uh... God? Almighty?"

Aziraphale licked his lips and sat forward, tapping his knees. After a few hours, he gave up and decided she had stopped communicating with him for now.

Oh, well, she got what she wanted.

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Okay sorry it sucked ass

I'm so tired so like frick guys