6, 13 or 31. AziCrow 💗💗💗
I combined 13: A sorry kiss and 31: catching the other before they fall. @woatherose, this answers your ask for 31 too!
It got quite long, so I’m leaving an excerpt here and a link to the rest. TW for violence, gore, and mention of minor character death.
Chapter summary: When the humans make war with Heaven and Hell, Aziraphale is wholly unprepared.
Catch
“Ah, that must be little Elena,” Aziraphale says, hearing the knock at the door. Anathema and Newt’s eldest is their closest neighbor, her cottage a mere handful of miles up the road. He wipes his flour-dusted hands on the front of his apron and reaches for a dishtowel to cover the dough. “Crowley, dearest, if you would be so kind…”
Crowley is already slithering toward the door. “You know, angel, Elena’s nearly thirty. Not a little girl hiding behind her mum’s—”
Crowley trails off as he swings open the door. There is a horrible moment of silence. Then Crowley sucks in a startled breath, a cry cut short. Aziraphale looks up.
A massive man stands in the doorway, his frame eclipsing Crowley’s. For a heartbeat, the world slows. It is the languid drip of honey on Aziraphale’s fingers, the first tentative shoots breaking free from the seeds in Crowley’s garden. In a single, stretched heartbeat, Aziraphale sees all that he cherishes and all he is about to lose.
Read the rest on my Ao3.
