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(Don't) Say My Name by CosmicOcelot Word count: 4.7k
Summary: “Aziraphale,” Crowley clutches tighter at Aziraphale’s jacket, hissing the words between his teeth, and the slightly hysterical edge to his voice makes the angel’s entire body flood with sheer panic. “Someone’s summoning me.”
Kissing, Accidentally. by skybound2 Word count: 1.9k
Summary: Crowley doesn’t mean to kiss him, really. It just sort of...happens. An...automatic response, if you will. An unintended automatic response. Unexpected, even. It’s not planned, that’s what he’s trying to say. ~~~ Or the one where Crowley gives in and kisses Aziraphale while he has him pinned against a wall.
The Nuances of 'Together' by mirawonderfulstar
word count: 2.8k
summary:
Everybody in the whole world can tell Aziraphale and Crowley are a couple. Everyone except, apparently, Crowley.
Breathing Space by Jennistar Word count: 1.4k
Summary: “It's just us,” Crowley says, quieter now Aziraphale is looking at him. “Like I said before. There's not really sides anymore. At least for now. And it could be the only chance we ever get. To try it. Just for a bit.”
Re-Recalled by Jennistar Word count: 4.8k
Summary: Halfway through an argument, Aziraphale gets accidentally discorporated and doesn't come back. Crowley does the sensible thing and panics.
If We've Got Nothing (We've Got Us) by Kedreeva Word count: 3.5k
Summary: Two months after the world didn't end, Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings.
you smiled (and it broke my heart) by TheIndianWinter Word count: 3.0k
Summary: Aziraphale attempted a smile for him, but it was too sad to really be a smile. (Over the course of millennia, Crowley had grown quite familiar with the angel’s smiles. From the reluctant ones that tweaked at his lips after an off-colour remark from the demon, to the full-blown beatific expression of pure angelic joy that did strange things somewhere in the vicinity of Crowley’s stomach. He knew Aziraphale’s smiles. This was not one of them.) “I’m thinking of closing the bookshop,” he said.
every angel is terrifying by punkfaery Word count: 4.7k
Summary: “Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.” “That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.
