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Fall On Me

Rating: Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/47962423
Summary:  but the greatest of these is love
or: aziraphale struggles with faith after the world doesn't end. crowley's got some experience with that.
Music: Karma by Paul Mottram

these three remain

Rating: Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20268964
Summary:  Crowley is not nicccccccce!
Music: Cool Customer by Sam Wedgwood

Nice

Nice **Explicit**

Rating:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19468468
Summary:  What would it hurt, really? It wasn’t like Crowley had anything better on. No more orders, no more quotas, no more Arrangement. Aziraphale would never have to know.
“Wonderful. I’m the demon on my own shoulder.”
And he’d lost his angel, hadn’t he? All he had left were thoughts, memories…fantasies. And he had a very good imagination.
(After thwarting the end of the world, Aziraphale begins to avoid Crowley, and Crowley accidentally awakens his own repressed lust.)
Music:  Wind In My Sails by Chris Warner

Through Every Door

Rating: Teen and Up
Summary: The world had failed to end over a year ago, and Heaven and Hell hadn't so much as looked sideways at them since the kidnapping. As they had taken six thousand years to plan the apocalypse, and their first move against Crowley and Aziraphale had failed so miserably, the duo had assumed they had more than a little bit of time to relax before they had to start watching their backs again. Crowley had moved his flat into the upstairs of the bookshop – quite literally, much to Aziraphale's dismay to find one afternoon – and life had continued on exactly the way it shouldn't have: happily.
Unfortunately, the ever after part proves trickier after only a year.
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20320441/chapters/48177760#workskin
Music:  Serious Business by Patrick Hawes

In All Things, Balance

In All Things, Balance 1

Rated: Teen and Up
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20860565
Summary:  Two perfectly ordinary Victorian gentlemen go for a late-night stroll through a graveyard, and absolutely nothing out of the ordinary happens.
They certainly don't come across a recently exhumed grave.
And even if they did, they definitely wouldn’t go and investigate.
In the middle of the night.
Together.
That would be ridiculous.
Music:  Dance Of The Panes by Gerrit Winder and Dorothee Badent

A Grave Discovery

Rating:  Explicit
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/20598830
Summary:  Crowley’s eyes flutter shut and he pictures that it’s Aziraphale’s hand in his hair. Imagines that Aziraphale is there with him, touching his curls and his chest. Crowley drags his fingers through the downy hair smattering his chest, then continues down, grazing over the slightly concave curve of his stomach and past his belly button. Stopping at the elastic waistband of his boxers— designer, of course, Versace, and the only clothing he still has on— fingers dipping beneath the fabric but not yet committing. Teasing.
He lets out a shuddery breath, eyelids fluttering against his cheek.
Crowley doesn’t give in to the aching desire to make that commitment yet. Instead he pulls his fingers from the waistband and lets his hand float back up his body to settle against his chest once more.
He pinches a nipple. Rolls it between his fingers. Stutters out another hot breath. His hips twitch.
Aziraphale’s name sits hot and heavy on the back of his tongue.
Music:  Soho Sleaze by Chris Warner

Imagine Being Loved By Me

Rating: Teen and Up
Original Text:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/19969099
Summary:  The looming threat of searing pain and the memory of blood pouring out of his mouth is enough of a deterrent to keep Crowley from ever daring to attempt saying the word Love again but nothing -
not even God Herself -
could stop him from showing it.
Music:  Waltz On A Tightrope by Gerant Wunder and Dorothee Badant

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