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Feb. 28th, 2020

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Melting

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Rating: NSFW
Fandom: Good Omens
Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley
Tags: BDSM, Bad BDSM Etiquette, Impact Play, Body Horror, Broken Bones, Dom/sub, Dom Aziraphale (Good Omens), Sub Crowley (Good Omens), Burns, Masochism, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm
Wordcount: 640
Notes: Partecipa alla quarta settimana del COW-T per il prompt "Non pronunciare falsa testimonianza" (M3)

Summary:

Excerpt:

The fourth mark is Aziraphale’s limit. “It’s enough,” he says, taking away the letter opener.

Crowley opens his mouth to protest, but nothing comes out. He lowers his head, feeling ashamed. Ungrateful. A voice swells inside his mind, loud like a crying child and as grating as his nerves. He doesn’t want to stop; he deserves the pain, he needs more, he wants—

“Thank you, angel.”

Demons don't cry: their tears had been burned off with their wings and their haloes and their feelings. But Crowley’s throat feels tight, full of molten gold, pouring between the cracks.

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Aug. 24th, 2019

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Just A Little Bit Of Heaven

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Rating: SAFE
Fandom: Good Omens
Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley
Tags: Mutual Pining, Smoking, Slow Dancing, Coping Mechanisms, Light Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Self-Denial, Pre-Slash, Historically Inaccurate Vintage Party
Wordcount: 2740
Notes: Listen to the song

Summary:
Aziraphale impulsively goes to a 1920s-inspired party hoping to dance again, is disappointed, sulks about the old times, and gets swept off his feet by Crowley.

Excerpt:

“Parties wear me out so quickly, it’s so crowded in there I swear it feels like being back in Hell,” Crowley complained, shaking the ash off his cigarette in the street below. He glanced at Aziraphale. “I don't think I've ever seen you wear black before. New suit?” Aziraphale chuckled. “I wouldn't call it new, it was made in 1924. A gift, from a friend.” He reached for the ashtray on the nearest table. “I’m not the most knowledgeable in regards of fashion, but I think your dress would be too short for the period.”

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Aug. 9th, 2019

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We'll Never Get Used To It

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Rating: SAFE
Fandom: Good Omens
Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley
Tags: Post-Canon, Crowley Has PTSD, Non-Linear Narrative, Crowley Was Raphael Before He Fell, Slow Burn
Wordcount: 5540
Notes: commissioned by atypical_chiss

Summary:
Aziraphale and Crowley re-learn how to act around each other after the Apocalypse That Wasn't, grow closer in the process, and Crowley realises that after a lifetime of rejections he finally found a place he can call home.

Excerpt:

As he watches Aziraphale, clad in a pair of linen trousers, matching waistcoat and a pale shirt with its sleeves rolled up, kneeling on the blanket as he cuts up the cake, Crowley thinks he will never get used to it. He spent a long time sleeping, but he never had dreams; maybe this is it.

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