"The last 24 hours had been hard for the demon to forget. He had never experienced a breakup, that was such a human thing. He had always believed that he could deal with it...well, at this point, Crowley had been wrong. Utterly, utterly wrong. So, the demon found only one way to drown away all his sorrows - which finally had ended up in excessive amounts of alcohol." Aziraphale goes missing. Captured by none other than - guess who - Archangel Gabriel himself, Heaven wants to take their final revenge on Crowleys angel friend. As the demon arrives at the bookshop only to find it scattered in ruins, it's up to him rescuing his angel. Whatever it takes. Or Crowley will lose more than just the love of his eternal life...

Crowley enjoys Aziraphale's couch. Complete. Crowley x Aziraphale. Explicit mature content at the end. If that's all you're here for, skip to chapters 5 and 6. If that's not what you're here for, feel free to skip it when you get to it in 5, and read the conclusion of 6. 7 is a bonus chap that can be read essentially as a mature oneshot. Enjoy! All character rights to Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett.

"Aziraphale debated internally a bit, but curling his arm up around Crowley's shoulder really was more comfortable. He knew he was being silly. He knew a dance was nothing and if it made Crowley happy after his feelings had apparently been hurt it wasn't much to ask, but-it was the demon. He had the literally infernal talent to make even the simplest, least dubious things feel like a temptation. Aziraphale knew it was Crowley's nature, and not strictly saying his fault, but it did sometimes make things feel *complicated*." Biarritz, South of France, 1921. Aziraphale stumbles on Crowley apparently working the hotels and casinos as a gigolo. At least, that's where it begins.