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Spamton locks himself in his room after the phone call and refuses to come out. Tenna doesn't understand why, until one late night when he sees something he shouldn't have.
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30 Aug 2025
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In which Crowley learns what gelato tastes like, and Aziraphale learns what Crowley's fingers taste like.
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09 Aug 2023
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the soft animal of your body by winterofkirk
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
09 Jul 2019
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Crowley loves Aziraphale's body, every curve, every inch.
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09 Aug 2023
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Breaking Point by ximeria for meinposhbastard
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
09 Jul 2019
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Everyone, including Aziraphale, has noticed the way Crowley always circles him. It's not so much bothering Aziraphale as he's curious to know why.
He just gets a bit more than he'd bargained for when he gets a small confession out of Crowley in the middle of St. James Park. Which is neither the place, nor the time!
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09 Aug 2023
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The wings burst through, a flurry of feathers and ripping fabric.
“Damn. Thought they’d be enough room. That was a Tom Ford under-vest, would have cost me eighty quid if I’d actually bought it.”
“Of course you stole it, you vile fiend,” Aziraphale said automatically, staring at Crowley’s well-groomed wings. They were black, and tidy, but it wasn’t a pure, midnight black. More a very dark, almost shabby grey, for all their beautiful condition. He was beginning to have a horrible suspicion about those wings. He reached out, and very gently brushed his fingertips through one, not letting any healing power through yet.
“Made it. Y’know.” Crowley mimed snapping his fingers.
“You’re wearing knock-off flannels?” Aziraphale demanded, tone high with outrage. He let his other hand come to the other wing, stepping closer, as Crowley snorted with laughter.
Aziraphale had been right. Crowley’s feathers were smooth and perfect and undamaged, and at the same time, they were charred black by fire.
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23 Jun 2023