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I believe in long, slow, deep, soft, wet kisses that last three days.
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Hard to Resist by Laura Shapiro (laurashapiro)
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
05 Feb 2024
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The unspoken had been spoken, the world had been saved – twice. Nothing was hidden or miracled away. Aziraphale was hard, and Crowley knew it. Aziraphale was hard because Crowley wanted him that way.
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The Last Four Years by juliet, Laura Shapiro (laurashapiro), laurashapiro
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
08 Nov 2023
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After the nightingale sang, before a naked archangel arrives in Soho – four years passed. What happened during that time?
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Anywhere you want to go by Laura Shapiro (laurashapiro) for slattern
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
14 Feb 2022
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"I'll take you anywhere you want to go," said Crowley, and maybe they were a fool, laying it all out like that. But what had they ever done but lay their heart on the line, where the angel was concerned? What had they ever done but say it first?
They waited for Aziraphale's face to crease, for her worried eyebrows to draw up, for her "Oh, I could never," or "My side wouldn’t allow it," or the usual fuss about how fast Crowley drove. But instead the brilliant blue eyes blinked, nervously and then slyly, and she said, "What about right here?"
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Through the Glimmering Light by Laura Shapiro (laurashapiro) for slattern
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
28 Nov 2020
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Since their anniversary, conversations with Crowley had been -- disturbed. Disturbing, if he was honest. There was a reticence about Crowley that Aziraphale hadn't seen since 1862.
It wasn't that Crowley had become cold or distant -- quite the reverse, in fact. Telephone calls were now a daily, even several-times-a-day experience. Not so long ago, Crowley’s voice down the line would burst into Aziraphale’s day, a flare of unlooked-for excitement rolling through him. Now, Crowley called so often that it was beginning to worry him, and he himself was beginning to find it, if he was honest, a bit much.
And there was something odd about Crowley's behaviour now, guarded and tetchy, particularly when they spent time at the bookshop.
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- Part 12 of Leaves of Grass
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He hadn't known precisely what he was thinking, when he'd called Crowley yesterday. Of course Crowley couldn't come over. There were rules about that, as he'd pointed out. Aziraphale reflected that although most humans were indeed rather miserable right now, he was finding it personally refreshing to have human rules to follow. It reminded him very pleasantly of whose side he was on now.
Naturally Crowley would suggest breaking the rules, the wily old serpent. But then he'd quite suddenly rung off, his velvety voice bidding Aziraphale good night after giving a sort of -- well, it wasn't an ultimatum, exactly. That wasn't Crowley's style at all. But. Well, everything was different.
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Aziraphale swelled to his full height, brimming with indignation. “I’m a lieutenant in the King’s navy, and I will defend this ship!”
The brigand smirked. “And who will defend you, you toothsome thing?” He jumped down to the deck and knocked Aziraphale’s sword away with his pistol before he had time to breathe. Aziraphale gaped in outrage as his weapon clattered to the deck. Golden eyes raked him from stem to stern. “I begin to think I have better uses for you than fishbait.” A hot hand ran down the side of Aziraphale’s face and then fisted in his coat. “Perhaps you would better serve me on your knees.”
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Crossing The Line by equestrianstatue, Laura Shapiro (laurashapiro)
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
09 Apr 2020
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His hands clenched in the angel’s lapels, and that was some kind of miracle in itself, because he could feel The Line trying to prevent it, the holiness of the angel working to repel his advance even as Aziraphale regarded him with mild surprise and walked gently backward into the wall. Now there was this -- this thing crackling between them, trying to push him away like his magnetic opposite, and Crowley was not just hissing but spitting as his mouth watered, his neck flushed, his skin tingled all over.
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Aziraphale did, in fact, think too much. That had always been the trouble. Crowley had never blamed him for it; after all, they were made of the same stuff, and Crowley’d had his own version of Heavenly abuse to deal with. Aziraphale, he’d always believed, had chosen the harder path. The longer one, at any rate. And with it came too bloody much thinking.
Crowley knew he was -- had always been -- good for Aziraphale. Well, bad for Aziraphale, by which he meant good for Aziraphale. Sometimes this was because he made Aziraphale think more, or think differently (and Aziraphale would call it temptation but it never was, not once). But the most precious gift he had to offer, Crowley sometimes thought, was to help Aziraphale turn his brain off for a while.
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- Part 11 of Leaves of Grass
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Aziraphale is entombed in words. He cannot utter a syllable.
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Crowley had been too generous of late, Aziraphale thought. No, no, this would never do. Aziraphale knew himself well, knew how easy it was for him to give over to greed — and Crowley indulged this, even seemed to crave it! But things had become unbalanced. He needed to set them right.
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- Part 10 of Leaves of Grass
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Every Sense of the Word by improfem, Laura Shapiro (laurashapiro)
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
11 Nov 2019
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Aziraphale puts his hand on top of Crowley’s and Crowley can feel the blood drain from his head. His face feels hot and his eyeballs hurt and the room starts to close in. The last thing Crowley knows is the sensation of his knees hitting the floor as he slithers out of his chair.
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Asking Crowley to move here with him is, Aziraphale thinks, the bravest thing he has ever done.
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Crowley reels out of the Globe like a drunk. Every time he sees Aziraphale it's the same: Crowley loves him, Crowley wants him, Crowley goes off for a miserable wank afterward. Futile, infuriating. He doesn't feel miserable today. The lust is terrifying in its enormity, yes, but there's something else. Aziraphale looked at him like he was willing to be pleased. Like Crowley had pleased him.
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Aziraphale does not want to stamp out demonic thoughts tonight. He felt wicked from the moment he alighted in Paris, dressed in his finest, and understood the gravity of his erreur. Crowley turned up to rescue him like a hero in a fairy story, and Aziraphale simply could not keep his wickedness to himself. He flirted with Crowley, shamelessly. And it felt good. By which he meant, deliciously wrong.
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- Part 9 of Leaves of Grass
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There were whole worlds of pleasure Aziraphale knew nothing about. The idea of introducing Aziraphale to so much new temptation and delight had Crowley hard and aching already. And the idea of making Aziraphale lose control, of unraveling him at the seams until he spilled out into Crowley’s hands, made his mouth water. He swallowed. "Please. Let me show you."
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- Part 8 of Leaves of Grass
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“The rules are: apart from kissing, you don’t touch me, I don’t touch you. For the next two days.”
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- Part 7 of Leaves of Grass
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There were times when Aziraphale knew he was doing a poor job of hiding his feelings. Indeed, there were times when he couldn't restrain himself from trying to get a rise out of Crowley, too. Crowley's love for him was as plain as the dear, beaky nose on his face, and it was all too easy to play the tempter himself, a little. Crowley obviously enjoyed their flirtation -- he could be quite attractively heroic when Aziraphale made himself vulnerable, and he got deliciously snarly when his kindness was pointed out. When Crowley's blood was up, well, there was never anything more seductive.
So when Aziraphale told Crowley that he was, at heart, a good person, he was saying it because it was true, and because he loved Crowley and his slide into occasional nobility above all things. But perhaps he was also saying it, a tiny bit, because he hoped Crowley might, later, throw him against a wall.
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Everywhere at Once by Laura Shapiro (laurashapiro)
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
17 Jul 2019
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Crowley was pinned against the wall of his flat. Aziraphale didn’t much like Crowley’s flat, but where wall-pinning was concerned it was clearly the superior choice, having no bookshelves. It was a bright afternoon in late autumn, sun streaming in through the skylight, illuminating Crowley’s pale skin and crowning him with rich red-gold radiance. Crowley was naked, arms overhead, wrists together, legs drawn up, bound as surely as if with chains, though with only Aziraphale’s will. They had been making free with miracles for months now with no repercussions, and Aziraphale couldn’t think of a better use for his power, at this moment, than to see Crowley so exquisitely at his mercy.
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- Part 6 of Leaves of Grass
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"You know," Aziraphale said, "our people have accused us of going native, and I begin to think maybe they're right."
"How do you mean?"
"It occurs to me that aside from taking our wings out now and again, we have not been...maximizing our potential."
"You sound like Gabriel. Speak English, not corporate!" Crowley discarded a molted sheath and began aligning the secondary and primary feathers in Aziraphale’s right wing. Shivers ran down the wing and into his spine.
"Mmm, that is so lovely. What I mean is, we have been fucking like humans do."
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- Part 5 of Leaves of Grass
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Aziraphale, epicure that he is, has never tasted pussy. Crowley manifests one for him.
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- Part 4 of Leaves of Grass