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The being that sauntered vaguely downwards and the one that fell
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Ongoing, First published Aug 03, 2023
Aziraphale should have known he couldn't trust Heaven or Hell, and he certainly couldn't trust the Metatron.

The only being he could trust was still on earth doing God knows what but he could never go back to him.

But he did need someone to help get him out of the mess he had accidentally landed in.

............

Crowley knew that Heaven and Hell could never be trusted, but that didn't stop Aziraphale from leaving him.

So he went through his days feeling like an empty shell of a being until a certain cherub faced angel showed up at his door saying they need his help saving a certain someone.


Basically Aziraphale is going to fall, Muriel is the only one trying to catch him, and Crowley is trying to nurse his feelings back to some semblance of normal until an angel shows up at his door asking for help.
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Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."