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    Crowley frees Aziraphale from his chains in the Bastille, then claims his reward...

    Art for a frottage prompt on the Tadfield Advertiser Good Omens kinkmeme

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    18 Nov 2019

  2. Public Bookmark 7

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    He’d been tempting Aziraphale the whole time, hadn’t he?
    Not, like, goading him or teasing him to get him flustered and huffy and so indignant. Proper temptation. Doing his job, unintentionally, without even realizing it. Forgetting himself. Like the way he’d forget about hissing or blinking or ducks. He was a demon. Temptation came with the territory.
    It was one thing to be in favor of the general idea of tempting Aziraphale, but quite another for it to actually happen. At his own hand, at that.
    He wasn’t sure what had spurred on this sudden spiral this time, sometimes he was able to ignore the niggling guilt and the knowledge that he was just wrong. So wrong for Aziraphale. That no matter what Crowley’s intentions might have been, he was only paving the way for the angel’s personal pathway to Hell. As wretched as Heaven was and as much of a bastard as he could be, Aziraphale didn’t belong in Hell.
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    In which a demon takes his turn to overthink, an angel waits, and they try to actually use their words to say what they really mean. Mostly things just go pear-shaped. Or another kind of shape, if you're Aziraphale. Companion fic to The Brightest of Signs.

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    16 Nov 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 6

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    When crack is canon.

    Genesis 32:24-31 New International Version (NIV)

    So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak…
    The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel, and he was limping because of his hip.

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jacob_wrestling_with_the_angel

    A poem that would have inspired this if I had found it before I wrote it. See link in notes below.

    Come, O Thou traveler unknown,
    Whom still I hold, but cannot see;
    My company before is gone,
    And I am left alone with Thee.
    With Thee all night I mean to stay,
    And wrestle till the break of day.

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    15 Nov 2019

  4. Public Bookmark 18

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    Aziraphale needs help with his wings, but after heaven rejects him, he leaves them too long. How can he ask Crowley to help him when he can't even help himself?

    Companion piece to Lean On Me, but can be read alone.

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    13 Nov 2019

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    Wings oil gland

  5. Public Bookmark 53

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    Prompt: We're getting a lot of lovely fics with Crowley with a praise kink, but I'd kill for one with Aziraphale with the praise kink.

    Summary: Shameless, plotless. Aziraphale likes being praised; Crowley rides him like a pony.

    Excerpt: “So wonderful like this. Hot little good thing giving so pretty.” Bony hands roamed over Aziraphale's buttered ribs, pitching his ruddy nipples until he whined.

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    12 Nov 2019

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