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ineffableclassics · 15 hours
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Their relationship is simultaneously being held together and pulled apart by the weight of what they don't say.
In which a demon loves an angel, an angel loves a demon, and they are both perfectly aware of that, thanks.
It's a shame they can never be together.
Words: 72,228
Status: Incomplete
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
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ineffableclassics · 2 days
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After the Armageddon't, they take a stroll
Works: 49,460
Status: Complete
Rating: Mature
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ineffableclassics · 3 days
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All things have to have a start, all things need to be created.
The start of a story of ineffable plans that God sets in motion, using Aziraphale and Crowley as pawns in a love story of their own creation, without knowing of course.
Words: 44,718
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
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ineffableclassics · 4 days
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Even though they are terrible at communication, Crowley and Aziraphale both want the same thing--to be together. However, both have to discover themselves, and learn to trust each other, before they can.
Words: 25,706
Status: complete
Rating: explicit
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ineffableclassics · 5 days
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Crowley looked away, keenly aware of how hot his face was under the mask. “You wanted to dance.”
“I did. I... still do.” Aziraphale sighed. “It's just... well, we can't. We can't.”
“We're not us tonight, remember? We're them. Anything they can do, we can do.”
Crowley caught sight of the angel's eyes and his inhuman heart began to beat so loudly in his ears he couldn't hear the music anymore. There it was again. That mischief.
“I may have an idea,” Aziraphale breathed. He straightened his waistcoat, tugged his cravat a little tighter, and gave an excited little wiggle that sent a jolt of pure electricity along Crowley's spine. He backed away slowly, leaving his cup on the table, and stared at Crowley as though he could see right through the lace panels in the demon's mask and into his eyes.
It's a century for revolution, and Crowley and Aziraphale have been assigned to work in Stockholm, Sweden during the winter. The last masquerade ball of the season presents an ideal opportunity for both wiling and thwarting, but there's more wiling happening that night than what Crowley had planned.
Words: 43,398
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
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ineffableclassics · 6 days
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Aziraphale doesn't like it when Crowley calls him "over-sensitive". But maybe the demon is right (as he usually is)...
A study of Aziraphale's six senses, including memorable events over the course of history - from the Garden of Eden to the very first day of the rest of their lives.
Featuring a certain demon, a lot of gifts and meaningful glances, as well as repressed feelings... until they aren't any more.
Words: 14,919
Status: Complete
Rating: Teen And Up
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ineffableclassics · 7 days
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It's 1912 and Aziraphale, not wanting to be lonely during his mission aboard Titanic, invites Crowley along for a cruise. But he boards the ship before knowing exactly what his mission is. When he learns Heaven wants to teach humanity a lesson for the claim even God couldn't sink it, it could damage his relationship with Crowley, who has his own views on Heaven's need to punish innocents. Can he repair things with Crowley and can they work together to save as many lives as possible?
Please note: There are two versions of this, one rated Mature (for sexy times) and one rated Teen (friendship/ace-aro relationship, depending on how you choose to interpret it). The only difference is the level of relationship that adds some extra material in the M version. Otherwise, they're identical.
Words: 24,929 or 23,498
Status: Complete
Rating: Mature or Teen and Up
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ineffableclassics · 8 days
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What it means to be a Soldier of Heaven throughout history, to fall in love, and how it affects a certain demon, from Aziraphale's perspective.
Words: 50,530
Status: complete
Rating: explicit
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ineffableclassics · 9 days
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"I'm going to make love to you and I'm going to tell you what to do," Aziraphale says. He's got one hand on Crowley's back and the other tips Crowley's jaw downward. "Is that alright, dear?"
"Yeah," Crowley breathes, his heart shifting gears, speeding up. "Yeah, that's fucking alright."
Words: 5,847
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
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ineffableclassics · 10 days
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Versailles, 1769 - Aziraphale has a blessing to perform at a masquerade ball and it's important that he gets this one right. So important, in fact, that he can't seem to leave until he does.
But with a fancy dress, an attentive demon and an endless supply of champagne, it's a little challenging to stay on mission.
Words: 23,793
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
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ineffableclassics · 11 days
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Crowley and Aziraphale are punished for their role in averting the apocalypse, and are stripped of all miracle privileges for an entire year. This ordinarily wouldn’t be the worst punishment in the world, were it not for the fact that they’ve already swapped bodies in their effort to prepare for the worst. Unable to switch back without miracles, they’re forced to live as each other for an entire year. It goes about how you’d expect.
Words: 16,274
Status: Complete
Rating: Teen And Up
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ineffableclassics · 12 days
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Crowley takes a leap of faith… into the heart of a black hole. It’s the last card Crowley has to play. He can’t do this without Aziraphale… and he’s betting that Aziraphale can’t do this without him.
Words: 68,668
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
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ineffableclassics · 13 days
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Crowley has spent over a century avoiding Aziraphale to ensure their mutual safety, but that's all about to come crashing down when he overhears some half-witted Nazi spies planning to end the angel's life. Can he find the strength to come to the angel's rescue, knowing that he risks being pulled back into Hell because of it - and the even bigger question... would he able to walk away from Aziraphale at the end of it, if he does?
Words: 24,316
Status: Complete
Rating: Teen And Up
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ineffableclassics · 14 days
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“I choose Crowley,” Aziraphale says, voice both soft and firm at the same time. Meets Crowley’s gaze so steadily, as if it’s easy for him to say those words. And it’s as much to Crowley as it is to the Metatron, as much promise as it is a renunciation, and Crowley’s heart hurts.
“Very well,” the Metatron says. “You will not like the consequences.”
“Damn the consequences.” Aziraphale uses his just-enough-of-a-bastard voice, the one that makes shivers race up and down Crowley’s spine. “You may see yourself out, Voice of God.”
There’s a rustle of feathers, and then the Metatron is gone and the bookshop is silent, save for the ticking of the clock and the furious staccato of Crowley’s heartbeat.
Aziraphale – an angel of grace and poise and grandeur – stumbles. His expression twists in confusion, first, and then pain – horrible, gut-wrenching, unexpected pain – and then he falls to his knees, voice breaking in a pained whine.
“Oh,” he gasps, head thrown back, eyes glazed and unseeing. “Oh, that – damned indeed,” he says, just before he crumples forward and blacks out.
(Aziraphale rejects the Metatron's offer and chooses Crowley instead. Crowley helps him through the aftermath.)
Words: 22,379
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
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ineffableclassics · 15 days
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It's sometime later, still dark or maybe dark again, when the door to his flat opens. He wakes, startles, then whimpers. Every tiny movement feels like the knives are still hacking away at him. Where was their cold efficiency then? No, they'd wanted him to suffer. They'd succeeded.
"Oh." That voice again, and in the room this time. Crowley would weep, but he's not sure when he last stopped. "Oh," Aziraphale says again, "oh, Crowley."
"They took them," Crowley moans, pitiful even to his own ears. "They took my wings."
Words: 34,357
Status: Complete
Rating: Explicit
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ineffableclassics · 16 days
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Aziraphale and Crowley never meet in Eden and the pair go on through time believing that other is the enemy. With Armageddon quickly approaching, Crowley is sent on an important assignment: to kill the angel and retrieve the flaming sword.
Things go sideways, however, when Crowley is severely injured. As Aziraphale naively nurses the demon back to health, Crowley begins to wonder if he'll be able to go through with it after all...
Words: 12,172
Status: Complete
Rating: Mature
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ineffableclassics · 17 days
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“Aziraphale, for the eleventh time we have enough wine!” Crowley groaned and leant across the bookshop door, waiting as impatiently as one could for their best platonic friend of 6000 years to finally finish packing a picnic basket for a night of looking at the stars.
“Angel,” Crowley stepped into the kitchen and took Aziraphale’s hands in his own, “Anything you’re missing right now, I’ll miracle up in the snap of my finger. Literally.” Crowley raised an eyebrow and snapped his fingers for show when a tartan ribbon had fallen into his hands suddenly.
The angel picked up the ribbon softly and turned it around in his hands, making Crowley pink in the face, “Sssorry Angel let me-”
"Turn around dear."
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Aziraphale and Crowley are finally left alone, but where there's a demon and angel, there's drama. What could possibly be worse than the end of the world?
Well, a lovesick demon struggling to cope with the evergrowing need and want for their neighbouring angel could do some damage.
Words: 61,185
Status: Complete
Rating: Mature
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