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1. Dancing Into The Sunset by DawnOfTomorrow

   Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)  

   • Explicit
   • No Archive Warnings Apply
   • M/M
   • Complete Work

   21 Mar 2023

   Tags

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   • Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Madame Tracy (Good Omens)
   • Gabriel (Good Omens)
   • Anathema Device
   • Newton Pulsifer
   • Beelzebub (Good Omens)
   • Alternate Universe - Human
   • Getting Together
   • Pining
   • Genderfluid Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Misunderstandings
   • Gabriel is Not Nice (Good Omens)
   • Self-Esteem Issues
   • Aziraphale is a dance teacher
   • Crowley discovers he likes dancing
   • Anathema is responsible for all of it
   • Bottom Crowley (Good Omens)
   • Inexperienced Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • Slow Burn
   • Not 6000 years though
   • Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens)
   • Crowley is Whipped (Good Omens)
   • Soft Aziraphale (Good Omens)
   • Consent
   • Enthusiastic Consent
   • Personal Growth
   • Acceptance
   • Soft Ending
   • Dealing with toxic people

   Summary

   Crowley cringed as soon as he stepped into the room. He wasn’t quite sure what he’d expected, letting his friend sign him up for an LGBT-friendly dance class, but, well, it wasn’t the airy, bright dance studio that, by all accounts, looked like every other studio out there. Anathema had something to answer for.
   ----
   “Oh he’s lovely!” Newt piped up.

   Crowley blinked, surprised by the enthusiastic description – and the way both Tracy and Shadwell nodded eagerly as if Newt had just assured him the sun rose in the East.

   “Regular angel, this Fell?” He asked awkwardly, unsure what to make of the high praise.

   “Oh hardly. They exaggerate.” A new voice chimed in from behind him. His back stiffened automatically, the sound of the voice like a caress up Crowley’s spine. The accent was formal, as close to RP as he’d ever heard a normal human speak.

   He turned around to look at the owner of that voice, desperately hoping it to be someone unattractive.

   No such luck.

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