One more time, here is this final update to my fic for @do-it-with-style-events Reverse Big Bang with @smeltster! The feelings are out there now it’s time to see how our ineffable duo celebrates their new found freedom.

Thank you all so much for coming on this ride with us!

The penultimate chapter of my @do-it-with-style-events RBB fic with @smeltster Heart Like a Locket is up and the boys are finally going to have to have a serious conversation!

Chapter 4 of my @do-it-with-style-events RBB fic with @smeltster, Heart Like a Locket it up! The Apocolypse has been thwarted, but now Crowley has to think about what might be coming for them... and his feelings.

Chapter 2 of my @do-it-with-style-events RBB fic with @smeltster Heart Like a Locket is now up on AO3 with a glimpse into Aziraphale’s mindset and some answers about his mysterious piece of jewelry.

It’s finally here! Today I posted the first chapter of my Reverse Big Bang story Heart Like a Locket for @do-it-with-style-events inspired by this amazing art by @smeltster! The link to which can be found below. I really enjoyed getting to work on this piece and even the challenges that came with it. This was my first real collaborative project, and I could not have asked for a better partner, as it came to fruition while I was going through a very difficult time in my personal life. Thank you Smelt for being there for me and all your understanding! ��

The story will be 6 chapters long and update weekly. Please enjoy 😊

Aziraphale has a secret. Underneath his antique waistcoat, buttoned-up shirt, and meticulously tied bow tie he wears something else at all times. Something very dear to him.

Crowley has known for years that Aziraphale wears a locket under his clothes but he’s never known what’s inside... a holy relic? A message from God? A picture of a former lover? He’s often wondered, but it’s the furthest thing from his mind as the world starts to end... until he runs into the angel’s burning bookshop and finds the trinket damaged and lying under “The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter.�

Now he’s forced to wonder what has happened to his friend, why he wasn’t wearing his treasured locket, and what on Earth could be inside?

The one answer he can get is the last thing Crowley ever expected...

Set during the events of Armageddon Crowley and Aziraphale grapple with their unspoken feelings and face down the fear of not only losing the world, but each other.

“Heart Like a Locket� Coming to AO3 February 13

Story by @supergeek21 Based on art by @smeltster

(Part of the @do-it-with-style-events Reverse Big Bang)

Hi @smeltster, this is your gift for the GO Events gift exchange @good-snowmens. Happy Good Snowmens to you!

Thank you very much to @artemis for beta-reading!

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For Want of Snow

“You don’t have snow anymore in London,” Aziraphale had said wistfully one day while they were strolling through St. James’s Park, Crowley with a black umbrella and Aziraphale with a tartan one to protect themselves against the steady drizzle.

Personally, Crowley could do without the snow. The usual London weather in December – grey, cold, rainy – was bad enough. Nevertheless, he had filed that information away for later, and when he came across a snow globe in a shop (as you do), he bought one for Aziraphale.

“Oh, how delightful,” Aziraphale said happily as Crowley presented him with the snow globe and removed a stack of books from the coffee table to place the snow globe there. Crowley, in turn, removed the books from the floor and squeezed them onto the shelves.

“Need to keep things tidy,” he offered as a mumbled explanation at Aziraphale’s questioning glance, all the while trying to forget how, just a few months ago, all the books and sheets of paper on the floor had so quickly caught fire. Then he flopped down on his sofa, half listening to Aziraphale prattle on about some theatre production he wanted to see, but mostly glaring at the blessed fireplace to make it very clear that it was never meant to host a fire again.

“Are you quite alright?” Aziraphale’s voice jolted him out of his glaring.

“Yeah, sure. Just cold.” Nothing unusual about snakes disliking the cold, right?

Aziraphale immediately got up to fuss, offered him a woollen tartan blanket (which he naturally refused), and a cup of tea (which he allowed).

“I could light a fire,” Aziraphale suggested.

“No! No, not necessary, I’m already much warmer, this-” Crowley sloshed some tea over his trousers and suppressed a hiss “-works wonders. What were you saying about that musical play?”

The distraction worked – for now. It did nothing to make the images of the bookshop on fire in Crowley’s mind disappear, though. 

Crowley’s gaze kept drifting to the snow globe where the snowflakes floated dreamily down onto the little house between pine trees. The brightly lit windows looked cosy, and an idea started to form in Crowley’s head.

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