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    Once upon a time, an angel and a demon hitched a ride on the Ark.

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    Crowley has never really cared for Halloween. Except this one, when he rescues an angel and his whole life starts to change.

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    Crowley’s surprise performance review doesn’t go well. Luckily he has an angel eager to remind him just how loved he is.

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    It's a soft sort of spice, being woken by your lover's kisses in the cottage you share in the South Downs. How long can they linger here, letting eternity pass them by?

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    Aziraphale shifted slowly, still doing his best to let Crowley sleep while indulging his own desires, and kissed the soft patch of skin right behind his demon’s ear. He let his lips linger there while he drew in a breath through his nose. Crowley smelled, as he always had, of sulphur and hydrogen – old smells. They wouldn’t have been pleasant smells if they weren’t the ones Aziraphale had learned to associate with him after so many years. He smelled also of coffee and engine oil – newer smells, relative to the older ones, but still settled and familiar. Now though, he also smelled of sea salt, of fresh wildflowers, and of the damp earth he turned in the garden. Aziraphale slid his hand ever so softly beneath the thin sheet and along the ridge of Crowley’s still naked body, stopping to rest at the peak of his hip. Crowley sighed softly, still mostly in a dream, and tilted his head to press his neck against Aziraphale’s lips. With no words needed, Aziraphale kissed the skin given to him.

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    Objectively speaking, Crowley is a good vampire: he doesn't hunt, he doesn't kill, he doesn't bother anyone else with his, erm, condition. He has an arrangement with a family of witches to keep him fed and, well, alive, and he likes spending his endless days alone and unbothered. Perhaps 'like' is too strong of a word, but he tolerates his existence, and it's enough.
    Until he meets an angel under the rain. Suddenly, he finds himself wanting more, dreaming about blue eyes and sweet smiles, finding excuses upon excuses to see Aziraphale-like-the-angel, again. Just once more, as he tells himself every time. And it's never enough.
    Meanwhile, the vampiric society he's a reluctant part of changes management, and demands more of Crowley: more details about his rather unorthodox methods, more proofs of his suspicious activities, more of himself than he's willing to give.
    It's all a mess, really. But at the end of the day, aren't the greatest love stories supposed to be messy?

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    14 Mar 2025