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Tempt Me by SuspiciousCharacter1895
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
29 Nov 2023
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“So you didn’t enjoy corrupting me, even a little?” And that - that was definitely Aziraphale’s mischievous voice, “Drawing me away from the straight and narrow?”
Crowley blinked. Interesting. “I didn’t not enjoy it. Heaven never deserved you. Encouraging you to forge your own path outside their limitations was perhaps, a little satisfying.”
“And now?” Aziraphale leaned toward Crowley, “Do you still get satisfaction when you tempt me?”
“I don’t - I mean I don’t really need to tempt you anymore angel.”
“Is that right? Already corrupted am I?”
Crowley’s mind leapt of its own volition to the previous evening, when Aziraphale had thoroughly fucked Crowley over his desk, zero temptation required. His mouth went a little dry, “Would you like me to tempt you, angel?”
Set in an unspecified future when they figure it all out and are happy together.
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The Wrong Thing by SuspiciousCharacter1895
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
24 Oct 2024
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“We’ve played every game humanity’s ever invented, haven’t we?” They had indeed played quite a variety of board games, card games, word games, et cetera. Crowley had drawn the line somewhere around charades.
“We haven’t played Truth or Dare,” Aziraphale said with unnecessary dramatic emphasis.
Crowley took a moment to gauge whether or not Aziraphale was serious. It appeared that he was. “Come off it.”
“What’s wrong with Truth or Dare?” Aziraphale asked innocently.
“That’s barely a game.”
“The magazine said it was a good way to ‘introduce novelty and fun, and to initiate conversations that you might not have had otherwise,’” Aziraphale recited.
That’s exactly why it’s a bad idea. Especially this many drinks in.
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During lockdown, Crowley and Aziraphale resort to Truth or Dare to alleviate the monotony. The truth may be dangerous but, as it turns out, may very well set them free.
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Transference by iamtheenemy (Steph)
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
16 Jul 2019
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There was always a low level hum of attraction and lust in the air when Crowley was around. In fact, Aziraphale couldn’t recall a single time, after their first meeting on the wall, when he hadn’t watched Crowley dazzle and transfix every poor human that they encountered. He’d even seen Eve give him the eye when he was in his human form, back in the day, and she’d been with child at the time.
Aziraphale couldn’t blame them for falling victim to Crowley’s considerable wiles. He was a demon, after all. Tempting was in the job description. Plus, he’d clearly designed his human form to be utterly irresistible to all humans, from his eye-catching hair down to his stylish clothing. It was overkill, if you asked Aziraphale. But then, he supposed, overkill wasn’t really a thing with demons.
Aziraphale would win a gold medal in Mental Gymnastics.
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- Part 2 of Fools in Love
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That wasn’t fair, though, was it? It wasn’t fair of him to expect anything from Aziraphale. Not friendship, not companionship, and certainly not love. It was downright cruel, actually, to expect an angel to love something like him.
Crowley was a demon, Fallen from Grace, cast out. It was in his job description, hardwired into his dark wings and reptilian eyes, to be unloveable. To be unworthy of love. And it was even crueler, he thought, for a demon to dare fall in love with an angel.
So why did Crowley feel like his heart was cracking in two, his ribs splintering and his blood freezing?
[Crowley and Aziraphale have been dating for centuries. Crowley missed the memo, and has spent his time pining desperately. It all works out in the end, anyway]
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hot toddy by blackeyedblonde
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
24 Dec 2021
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Crowley gapes at him. “Dates,” he says, unable to restrain himself. “Is that what we really go on now, you and I? Dates?”
Aziraphale’s expression splinters apart just a little at the edges. “Whatever else would we be inclined to call them?”
They watch each other in the dimly lit sitting room. There’s not even the ticking of a clock to break into the silence, and Crowley’s partway afraid that if he listened hard enough he could hear the ancient beat of both their immortal hearts.
“You kissed me,” he croaks, slumped there, swallowing thickly before he can find a reason to make himself stop. “The other day, when I dropped you off at the shop. You leaned in, and you, you just, planted one on me, like it wasn’t anything—out of the blazing ordinary at all.”
Aziraphale’s hand comes up to faintly brace around his own chin. “Did I upset you when I did?” he asks, sounding slightly stricken.
Their eyes meet for a flash and Crowley quickly looks away at the prettily twinkling lights on his formerly derelict mantle. “No,” he says. “No. I didn’t say that."