My piece for @saturniiddae’s excellent fic Everyday, for the @goodomensbigbang! This

My piece for @saturniiddae’s excellent fic Everyday, for the @goodomensbigbang! This was so much fun to work on and the fic is full of so many funny moments and so many moments that just ruined me. I’m still not over the Bentley scene from chapter 11. Please, please read it.Excerpt:Aziraphale is not a running sort of person. He’ll walk as briskly as possible, perhaps he’ll even jog along for a little bit, but he does not run. Occasionally, Crowley will, and Aziraphale is content to wave him along and huff.He didn’t even run during the Apocalapse. But he runs now—never-mind that he can just will himself into the garden. As he rushes through the cottage, he grabs the first thing he can put his hands on, desperate for some sort of weapon to use. He clutches the wooden handle of the old straw broom in his hand, tossing the back door of the cottage open with just a thought. He skids to a halt, shock immobilizing him as three demons whirl about, their already smug expressions twisting with glee as they take stock of the angel panting in the doorway. Aziraphale’s breath catches, eyes dropping from their faces—unoriginal, ripped, marred, festering—to their feet. Slumped among the roots of their apple tree is Crowley, his body alarmingly slack and pale.Aziraphale shouts, and in an instant, he sets upon the demons. With a flick of his wrist, his broom catches fire as he swings it at the first demon. It’s not his sword, but it’ll do. “Get! Get away from him!” he shouts, beaning one squarely about the shoulders with the broom. -- source link

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