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π”Έπ•«π•šπ•£π•’π•‘π•™π•’π•π•– ([personal profile] bibliophilicbells) wrote in [community profile] memesville 2020-11-03 07:55 pm (UTC)

[It's not just someone else, it's Crowley.

Specifically, it's Crowley in this context. You know, where they're apparently married. And have been for some time, by the looks of it.

Somehow.

Someone has mistaken Crowley for a woman β€” no, better yet: Someone has mistaken them both for human, and for a couple, and Aziraphale doesn't know what programme they've been watching but good Heaven have they got it all wrong.

Aziraphale finds the coziest looking clothes-that-are-but-aren't-really his, a beige sweater and slightly darker slacks, and loafers, and... he actually looks rather normal, like this. He passes, just as he always has. So this should be easy, right?

All except for that one detail.

He emerges, dressed, to find Crowley looking at more photos. Children. Smiling and young and bearing... an odd resemblance to the two of them, and Aziraphale's stomach wraps itself around his spine in a panicked fit.]


Are those β€”

[No. No, it can't be. It's an impossibility β€” why, it'd be a miracle, one on the very same level of β€”

But then again, all this.

He sputters.]


β€” ours?!

[Not like, are those our childhood photos.

Like, are those our children.

Is what he's asking.]

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