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    “I choose Crowley,” Aziraphale says, voice both soft and firm at the same time. Meets Crowley’s gaze so steadily, as if it’s easy for him to say those words. And it’s as much to Crowley as it is to the Metatron, as much promise as it is a renunciation, and Crowley’s heart hurts.

    “Very well,” the Metatron says. “You will not like the consequences.”

    “Damn the consequences.” Aziraphale uses his just-enough-of-a-bastard voice, the one that makes shivers race up and down Crowley’s spine. “You may see yourself out, Voice of God.”

    There’s a rustle of feathers, and then the Metatron is gone and the bookshop is silent, save for the ticking of the clock and the furious staccato of Crowley’s heartbeat.

    Aziraphale – an angel of grace and poise and grandeur – stumbles. His expression twists in confusion, first, and then pain – horrible, gut-wrenching, unexpected pain – and then he falls to his knees, voice breaking in a pained whine.

    “Oh,” he gasps, head thrown back, eyes glazed and unseeing. “Oh, that – damned indeed,” he says, just before he crumples forward and blacks out.

     

    (Aziraphale rejects the Metatron's offer and chooses Crowley instead. Crowley helps him through the aftermath.)

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    10 Nov 2024

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    There's something odd happening with Crowley's wings and Aziraphale is desperate to know what.

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    05 Nov 2024

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    “I missed you,” Crowley murmured, brushing their noses together in a gentle nuzzle. “And I see you clearly missed me.” He leaned back to take in the blush that spread across Aziraphale’s face.

    “You’re my husband,” Aziraphale replied cattily, trying to cover up his embarrassment. “You were gone.”

    “I’m your mate,” Crowley pointed out with a soft grin as he kissed Aziraphale’s nose and then each of his cheeks. “And you made me a nest to come home to.”

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    24 Oct 2024

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    Aziraphale's wings are in need of a good grooming and Crowley is more than happy to help. If that sounds like the description of a cheesy porno, well... that's prob because it is.

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    24 Oct 2024

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    Aziraphale protects, as it is his nature. Whether it is giving away his flaming sword to defenseless humans, or coming to Crowley in his time of need, he sees it as his duty. If there's a little bit of love simmering beneath it all, especially when a certain demon's wings are laid out before him shivering with need, well. He'll do his duty first, and figure out the rest later.

    Or: an alpha angel and an omega demon eventually overcome the end of the world, their insecurities, and manage to find a home together.

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    24 Oct 2024