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An Almost Apocalypse (But not the one you think it is.)
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Ongoing, First published Nov 02, 2023
Taking place in 1941, after the magic show, Aziraphale and Crowley decide to "deal with" the Nazi zombies, so they set out to do just that, not aware that they're going to be up against a lot more than they expected over the course of a harrowing, terror-filled night.
The stakes are high, and if the duo doesn't succeed, the world may come to a grisly end that even Agnes Nutter wasn't able to predict.

(Semi-Graphic depictions of violence.)

(Cover and (eventual, still trying to get that formatted for Wattpad.) chapter art by me. Do not repost.)
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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."