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    Over a decade after the Almost Apocalypse, Crowley and Aziraphale are comfortably settled into their life together in South Downs, happily married and content in retirement. There's nothing lacking in their love and relationship, but what if they had room, maybe, for just one more...?

    {A domestic series based around family, love, healing, tenderness, and growth; features the ineffable husbands set in the future as they both uniquely experience pregnancy for the first time by taking turns carrying. Flavoured with an extra contextual look into their shared past, and especially Crowley's history as a midwife as he handles the notion of being able to carry and nurture his own child.}

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    “I’m afraid I’m going to need to do a bit of mending down here, dear,” Aziraphale said, lowering his spectacles on the bridge of his nose before reaching to gently lift the edge of the sheet again. “The bleeding isn’t terrible, but it’s—well. The miracle of life comes with a few flanking casualties, I suppose you could say.”

    “Funny way of saying my poor fanny is ripped from Cyprus to Seleucia,” Crowley grunted, snorting somewhere in the vicinity above the baby’s head. He stroked a careful thumb around the shell of the newborn’s ear when they whined, tenderly cupping their face closer to his bare skin, and pulled a pinched sort of expression. “Blimey. How bad does it look?”

    Aziraphale blinked behind his glasses and pursed his lips for a moment. “Would you like me to fetch a mirror?”

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    29 Jun 2026

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    Her smell engulfs her. Has the angel slept in this bed, in this very same sheets? Or maybe – is this the room where she puts on her perfume? Crowley can imagine it, clear as day – the angel tilting her neck to the side, dabbing some perfume on the tips of her fingers and then pressing them to the pulse point beneath her jaw, on smooth, soft skin that looks like it'd taste of cream. The fantasy alone makes the demon’s breath hitch in her throat.

    She shouldn’t be doing this. She’s going to do it anyway, because she can’t help herself. She’ll clean everything up when she’s done and the angel will be none the wiser.
     
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    Crowley wakes up alone in Aziraphale's bedroom after a night spent drinking together, and just can't help herself.

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    29 Jun 2026

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    Gabriel’s violet eyes widened, almost comically shocked, and then he smiled tightly. “Now, what’s this?”

    Crowley’s throat was dry, the flowers and chocolates suddenly heavy in his hands. “Um.” Grateful that the glasses hid his gaze, he looked to Aziraphale.

    Aziraphale looked ill with panic.

    Right. He’d have to save them both. It wouldn’t be the first time. First time from an archangel, but God loved to toy with him, didn’t She? He had to put his theological angst aside, because above all costs, Gabriel could not find out that Crowley was in a semi-relationship with his agent on earth; he would absolutely harm Aziraphale, and there was no way Crowley would let that happen.
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    Inspired by the deleted scene of the bookshop's grand opening in episode 3. Aziraphale and Crowley start a relationship in Paris, 1793, but are torn apart.

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    25 Jun 2026

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    “Mmm!” Crowley muffled his cry by pressing his lips together tightly. He turned his face to the side, away from him, and started panting out of his open mouth.

    Aziraphale, feeling turned on and still quite mischievous, whispered to him, “Quiet, darling, remember?”

    It was a testament to how gone Crowley was that he didn’t try to retort or pull down his glasses to glare. He just nodded frantically and closed his mouth, keeping his face turned away.
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    When Aziraphale is bored out of his mind while watching a live production of Grease, his attention turns to Crowley, who is casually sitting next to him with his legs spread. Well, it's not Aziraphale's fault the show is so dull and the noises Crowley makes are so captivating...

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    25 Jun 2026