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    “The lid on that one is stuck,” Crowley says, from where he is still leaning against the wall.

    “Sorry?” Aziraphale turns, honey jar in hand. “The lid is… stuck?”

    “All the ones in that cupboard are,” Crowley elucidates. “I save them in here. When they don’t want to unscrew. Hold on to ‘em. Until, y’know.”

    Until you give them to me to open, Aziraphale silently finishes the sentence — and, despite everything, he can feel his lips curving upwards at the corners. He wonders if that could be the reason Crowley said something, knowing that, no matter the impending doom of the present situation, the gentle rush of fondness inevitably accompanying the reference to their little side arrangement was sure to boost Aziraphale’s spirits a bit. Perhaps it lifts Crowley’s mood, too.

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    That night at Crowley's flat; feelings are felt, tea is made, jars are opened... and hope is found.

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    (There is no way for Crowley to say what he means, nothing even comes close: I thought you died, and I didn’t care if I did. I nearly lost you, and now I’m about to if we can’t figure this out, but Lord, I don’t want to spend another minute not being near yo

    (Now, Crowley has had six thousand years to think about kissing Aziraphale.

    (There is a trick humans do where they pass their finger through the flame of a candle without it burning them– if they do it just right.

    (No one sees them from the street, but if they did it, it wouldn’t really matter what they thought.


    The perfect joy of two– friends, lovers, newlyweds, old husbands–

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    At Crowley's flat after the non-events of Armageddon, Aziraphale finds it's not that difficult to let millennia-long boundaries shatter at last, not when he has Crowley's touch to ground him.

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    It's far closer than they usually sit. No longer a row between them, a couch away, on opposite sides of a bench. They’re pressed side by side now, as if it’s the most natural thing in the world. And maybe it could be, maybe it always has. Like this, he can feel all the peaks and valleys of the demon’s lithe frame flush against his softer one. Even on the uncomfortable seats, he can’t help but think they fit together remarkably well.

    He looks down and Crowley’s fingers are still curled around his wrist. In a moment of bravery, he moves his hand up and laces their fingers, pressing their palms together. Those, he’s happy to find, fit together remarkably well too.

    Or: 6000 years and a night in a Mayfair flat, after the world doesn’t end.

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    After a long night of planning and practicing to escape the judgment of Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale and Crowley prepare to leave Crowley's flat on the morning after the cancelled Apocalypse.
    Although it's understandable if Crowley's not in any hurry to let the night end.
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    "What have you done with my trousers, you impossible thing?"
    The evidence around the room suggested they'd taken off only a few items of clothing before Crowley had run out of patience and snapped his fingers, with an impulse that went something like "Trousers off NOW and pants too thankyouverymuch and also the sodding SOCKS and there's sock garters as well are you fucking kidding me angel BEGONE THE LOT OF YOU"
    Much could go wrong with a miracle that haphazard. In his defense, he'd been distracted at the time.
    "I think they're, um...elsewhere," said Crowley.
    Aziraphale tutted at him reproachfully.
    "Sorry, angel."
    "I had those made-to-measure in 1952," Aziraphale muttered. "I was rather fond of them."
    Crowley sniffed. "Not to split hairs, but that pair was actually only a few hours old."

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    Aziraphale gave a long, shuddering sigh, then straightened his shoulders like a soldier about to charge into battle. “I’d hate for it all to end without ever being able to... to make love to you.”

    Crowley’s breath caught in his throat. “You can, y’know,” he said. “Always want that. I can get the stuff, and then... any way you’d want it. Any way.”

    The angel gave him a pained smile. “I don’t mean... I mean real lovemaking, Crowley.” He closed his eyes again. “I mean the way I can’t.”


    Angels are forbidden from giving their bodies genitals. Crowley and Aziraphale figure out how to have sex anyway.

    ...Or, to put it even more bluntly: This is a fic where Aziraphale possesses a dildo.

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    That night at Crowley's flat, continued. Crowley and Aziraphale have solved Agnes' riddle, practiced swapping forms, and talked all night. Aziraphale ponders what Crowley means to his story.
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    In one motion Aziraphale picked him up, easy as scruffing a kitten. A belligerent, unwieldy kitten with terribly long legs wrapped around his waist. A kitten with a multilingual swearing vocabulary being put to good use.
    "You do not fight fair! You unmitigated eternal bastard! Put me down you preposterous -"
    Aziraphale obligingly dropped both arms, but Crowley clung to his torso like a flustered tarsier.
    "I didn't mean - don't **drop** me, you great lummox, you're supposed to -"
    "I'm supposed to?" laughed Aziraphale. "Supposed to what, serpent?"

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    Armageddn't is over, and Heaven and Hell are surely coming for them in the morning. So tonight is for stories, laughs, confessions and the best of Crowley's liquor cabinet. He only hopes he can keep the angel happy til it's all over.
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    "So you chose to save me and my books, but not your dignity apparently, because you hate footwear that much?"
    "Yeaaaap, I'm a shoe truther, me. Shoes. Are. Terrible," Crowley drawled. He grinned and flexed his outstretched feet, shifting between a few of his favorite looks before leaving them bare and a bit scaly.
    "You can't have always faked your shoes? All of them?"
    "Had to fake my feet for the whole sandal era anyway, humans got tetchy about it. Thousands of years of that. No bloody point tying your ankles up in cowhide when you have to miracle your toes anyhow, it's sort of two for one, so." The demon shrugged expressively.
    Aziraphale's eyes narrowed. "Crowley. Did you fake it during the Louboutin trials?"
    "Augh! Ffffff -- 'specially during the Louboutin -- look here, angel."

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    Aziraphale and Crowley hold each other and are held in return.

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    Or, Aziraphale Can't Keep it Together, and Crowley Has an Idea

    A meditation on pleasure, physical reality, and the importance of touch.

     

    “I want to touch you,” he said, his eyes shadowed under his lashes. “Touch your -- body, can I? Do you think it’s safe?”

     

    “Do it,” Crowley said. He leaned back on his arms. “Do it, fucking touch me, angel, please.”

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    The Mayfair flat might be safe on the night of the Aflopalypse, or it might not. Beelzebub & Hastur have a grudge and an army and they know where Crowley lives, so caution may be in order? Especially since the door to the penthouse is standing ajar when our exhausted body swapped heroes get home from Tadfield.
    "So you're saying you're going in alone. In my body. To my flat. Where you've never been."
    Aziraphale nodded.
    "Maybe we should just go to a hotel?"
    Aziraphale saw two roads diverging: a night of brooding anxious melancholy and...the kind of night he preferred. He rallied. "And miss my chance to spy in your washroom cupboard? Never. I'm going in."
    "Oi!"
    "I'm going to try on all your clothing and give you a manicure and take a nap. You'll have to sit here and wonder for hours."
    "Angel!" The word had no sibilants but Crowley could still broadcast a hiss somehow.
    "You'll pace my feet to pieces while I pilfer your wine cellar alone."
    "You can fuck right off." Crowley gave him a sound swat on the arm. "See I'd never do that to you, but I can do it to me."
    "Is that the face I make when you wind me up? No wonder it's such fun for you."

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    “I want to hold your hand,” Aziraphale said.
    Crawly looked up from where’d he’d been watching a couple of little water bugs to squint at the angel, sun beating down overhead. He held a palm up to shield his eyes from it. “You wot?”
    “I want to hold your hand,” Aziraphale repeated calmly.
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    Five times they wanted to hold hands, and one time two times they did.

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    Times throughout history and Aziraphale and Crowley pretend to be each other’s daemons.

    “Say, Aziraphale…”
    “Mm-hm?”
    “You can transform into an animal, right?”

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    Solving Agnes's riddle was easy. Swapping corporations was a cinch, in fact they tried it as soon as they arrived at the Mayfair.
    But a soldiering angel and a demon with snake eyes have a devil of a time managing their first few steps in the wrong bodies. This story is mostly real-time dialogue and Crowley's POV through the first hour or so of the body swap.
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    Crowley staggered into the door of the lift with a hollow boom.
    "Owowowow! Shitshitssssshit. Stop this thing!"
    Covering his eyes with one hand he mashed at the buttons with the other, lighting up floors 5, 7 and 9.
    Aziraphale reached to steady him but misjudged distance and inertia badly. He lurched and windmilled, and as one leg buckled under the other he spiraled inelegantly to the floor. "Oh. My. Well."
    "Oh we are so not prepared for this," seethed Crowley in a low growl. He fumbled blindly for more buttons, any buttons.
    "Are you hurt dear boy?"
    "No angel, eyes. Blessed **eyes!** Djyou go thump, I can't see."
    "Ah. Yes. Mm. Legs."
    "'S wrong with my legs?!"
    "Nothing, there's just rather a lot of them and they're. Mm. Miscalibrated."

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    Look, it's another Night at Crowley's flat fic wherein an angel and a demon argue.

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    "There was a swell of water in the bath as Crowley lowered himself in the opposite end of the tub. Their eyes met as their legs brushed. Crowley reddened. “You know,” he said, “sometimes I feel like we’ve been playing a game of chicken for 6000 years, and you’re winning.”

    Crowley and Aziraphale face their uncertain future, and their changing relationship. Also midnight snacks.

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    A long-delayed bookend to The Infinite Which Was Hid.

    They’re on their own side now, but there’s still a lot of baggage to unpack. There’s that night four hundred years ago that they never, ever, talk about. And all the things Aziraphale’s said since.

    “You felt sorry for me once, and you've been careful ever since to make sure I didn't get the wrong idea from one mercy fuck. ‘I’m about to do something very foolish.’ ” His mimicry of Aziraphale’s tone was savage, hadn’t they spent the fading hours of last night getting each other’s cadence right? “Or am I reading it wrong?”

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    First chapter out of no-idea-how-many, dedicated to the latest Soft Omens Snuggle House. It was crazy 10 days, with emphasis on quantativity. Un-edited, un-beta'd, enjoy!

    Some of the ficlets will be expanded to proper fics, and will be published later.

    The initial plan was to publish each prompt as a different work, but that will to much of a hassle. The first chapter was published before I decided on the change of plans, so will remine as it is.

    All the fics are SFW, gen and without cw/warnings. Not everything will be tagged, or it will be a LONG list. If you feel I missed something important / triggering, let me know and it will be added!

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    “No, no, listen to me.” Aziraphale put a hand on Crowley’s shoulder and jostled it until the demon looked him in the eye. “We are an angel and a demon on the same side. This hasn’t happened before. We can pool our knowledge and resources, and if there is a way to shield demons from holy water and angels from hellfire, we will find it.”

    Something flitted behind Crowley’s eyes. He looked away.

    Aziraphale straightened. “You had an idea just now, didn’t you?”

    Crowley’s eyes widened in something like panic. He shook his head, lifting Aziraphale’s hand from his shoulder and setting it back on the sofa cushion. “You wouldn’t like it.”

    (With no other ideas for escaping imminent execution, Crowley and Aziraphale submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known)

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    Like any little old lady worth her salt, Edna knew everyone who lived in her building, and then some.

    All it took was plenty of spare time, open eyes and ears, occasional well-placed nosiness, and a keen understanding of how to read people. She knew the things about her neighbors and their lives that they openly showed the world. She knew the things that they tried, and failed, to keep secret. And she knew the things that they by and large successfully concealed from the rest of the world… but not from Edna.

    For example, she knew that Mr. Anthony J. Crowley, who lived a couple floors up and sometimes gave her houseplants, really, really needed a hug.

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