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    Crowley makes passes and Aziraphale sinks holes. No, no, it's a Summer Olympics AU.

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    “I never wanted to do this with a human,” Aziraphale admitted as Crowley nuzzled his neck, tasting the angel’s gossamer skin. “They… They wouldn’t understand.” Aziraphale’s hands hovered over the button of his fly.

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    This should have been the best moment of Crowley's fucked up millennia lasting life.

    This should have been a moment of revelation, the moment he'd been waiting for, the moment his dreams finally came true.

    We just tend to forget that nightmares are dreams, too.

    "What the-?"

    "Crowley?" Aziraphale's eyes were wide with shock and horror when the demon met his gaze. "What happened?"

    "I don't know. But it wasn't me."

    "Me neither! You aren't indicating that I-"

    "Of course not. But something went definitely wrong."

    Aziraphale swallowed, followed the nervous habit of biting his bottom lip - and instantly flinched in pain. The sight made an unwelcome thought manifest itself in Crowley's short-circuited brain. A horrible thought. Yet the only theory he had so far. What if...-

    No. Please, no.

    "Angel. Give me your hand."

    ~oOo~
    Or, the one where they realize something else is keeping them from being together, but they'll always find their way to each other anyway.

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    Aziraphale felt his cheeks flush pink. “Yes. Well. It appears to be a curse for a cheating lover. The design is to create an ever-increasing obsessive need for the person who—”

    “I’m well aware of what it does,” Crowley interrupted. Aziraphale glanced up from the book and took in Crowley’s stance, the apparent lax posture belied by the way he was clutching the edge of the countertop with white knuckles. Aziraphale swallowed.

    “Is it…” Aziraphale faltered, then tried again. “Is it…” painful is how he told himself he wanted to finish the question. There was no other possible word to end that question that Aziraphale wanted to know.

    “Don’t play dumb, angel. It doesn’t suit you.” Crowley’s voice was low, an edge of something to it that Aziraphale hadn’t heard since the Tadfield airbase, the moment Crowley was ready to give up and accept the apocalypse. He met Aziraphale’s eyes. “You know who I want.”

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    01 Oct 2023