#catch up queue

me and you, setting in a honeymoon by HazelSage

Aziraphale and Crowley experience life as an “us” for the first time. A series of vignettes over time detailing Aziraphale and Crowley’s new life in the South Downs.

Hands. Phenomenal invention, hands. One of the Almighty’s better ideas in Crowley’s opinion. An appendage to distinguish primates from Her other creations, to grasp and grip and push and lift, and that wasn’t even counting the thousands of things that could be done with fine motor movements. And opposable thumbs? Even more fantastic! This complicated arrangement of bones and muscle and blood vessels and nerves and ligaments and skin sitting at the end of the arm of this human corporation of his, and it allowed him to hold Aziraphale’s hand.

The best thing his hand had ever done by far.

General, 9.6k words

our heads were just that close (the sweetness never lasts, you know) by HazelSage

Even after the magic show, after Aziraphale saved Crowley from being recalled to Hell, the evening isn’t over yet. There’s something else, a magic in the air, and the angel and demon can’t resist its allure. aka 1941 part 3

Silence filled the bookshop, but Crowley didn’t dare pick another song, stuck waiting for whatever words Aziraphale was obviously trying to reach for. Just as he tried to gather the courage to ask if it was time for the knock, the angel blurted out, “Would you like to dance?”

“The music’s gone,” he said stupidly, kicking himself for the automatic response.

“We can start again,” his voice was earnest, and Crowley wanted to cry though Aziraphale was obviously only referring his songs.

Teen, 3.7k words

these are your good years by HazelSage

Aziraphale marvels at getting to have the love of his life with him at the holidays.

His demon truly was the sweetest thing, whether he’d admit it or not.

What a wonder, to be able to have this! Smashed up against each other in a way he’d never even dreamed they could have in years past, enjoying the holidays together.

make them dance like we were shooting their feet by HazelSage

Inspired by some Gleafer fanart with the caption: "When thugs decide to rob the quiet little bookshop owner after rumors emerge of a book worth millions in his keep, but instead Mr. Fell shows them a magic trick they'll never forget."

Fell was standing there, outlined in a dim halo of light, small smile gracing his face. How the hell had he missed the light turning on? How the hell hadn’t he heard the man move?

Laurence had jerked over to his side, and also grabbed his own knife, pointing it in Fell’s direction with much more conviction than Phillip was currently managing.

Fell pouted a little. “Well, that’s not very polite.”

Mature, 2.8k words

why won't the world revolve around me? by HazelSage

Aziraphale learns he’s pregnant and as soon as he’s home, begins showing off to all the shopkeepers on Whickber Street. Too bad he’s not even out of the first trimester and isn’t showing. Prompt for this fic: gender non-conforming pregnancy

“Do you notice anything different about me?” The angel asked Justine in a sing-song voice, raising an eyebrow as he smiled at her.

Someone, he was adorable. Crowley had already been ecstatic at the news that they were expecting, but seeing Aziraphale’s reaction brought it to a whole new level of joy. It was a little early to be telling others, but he couldn’t bear to dim his husband’s enthusiasm, and besides, he was hoping their risk of miscarriage was much lower given their conception was rather miraculous in nature. He wasn’t showing yet, or anywhere near it to be frank, but it put a precious pep in his step that Crowley found irresistible.

General, 1.4k words, Ineffable Family February 2025 series