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on the necessity of a temptation - darcylindbergh
"The thing was not that Aziraphale didn’t like doing things with Crowley, because he obviously did. He very much did. In fact, Aziraphale liked doing just about everything Crowley offered to do, and despite his hemming and hawing, he generally wanted to do whatever Crowley was offering more than he wanted to sit in his shop and reread Austen again, and Aziraphale liked Austen.

The thing was that he wanted to do more or less everything he wanted to do with Crowley along, including lunch and the theatre and antiques shopping, but also the little things, like rereading Austen and doing his taxes and binge-watching Bake Off. Things that he could do perfectly fine on his own, things that he did rather wishing there were someone nattering on next to him with dry commentary, or else filling the bookshop with the sound of bebop, or else sharing in the miracled-up version of whatever scrumptious thing was being made on telly.

This was all very much a problem for Aziraphale, because this was based in invitations to do things.

Sometimes Aziraphale wanted to just be.

To just exist together, quietly."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  darcylindbergh  canon-based  firsttime  pining  aww  R  length:1-5k  saved:WILL  favorite 
5 weeks ago by citibyrd
Green Really is Your Color - emmagrant01
"When he looked up again, the man was standing. He extended a hand and Crowley took it, rising to his feet in a long graceful movement. The dress he wore was even shorter than Aziraphale had realized, the hem falling just a few inches below his very shapely bottom. The stiletto heels he wore accentuated the length of his bare legs; they were likely also responsible for the way Crowley’s hips swayed as the man led him from the room. Just before they disappeared together through a doorway, Crowley glanced over his shoulder. His gaze met Aziraphale’s for a brief moment with a flash of something like a challenge.

Aziraphale pressed his hands over his face and took a deep and unnecessary breath. Whatever game Crowley was playing at, he’d just upped the stakes. He wanted Aziraphale to follow, to get a good look at whatever it was he was doing."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  emmagrant01  canon-based  firsttime  jealousy  pwp  genderfuck  NC-17  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
october 2019 by citibyrd
Smoke Gets In - songlin
[The one where they smoke pot]

"Crowley's thoughts short-circuited, much in the way that yours might if you caught your teacher on a date.

"I didn't—" he sputtered, "—what do you—you've never—"

"No," Aziraphale said dreamily. "I don't generally discuss it around you. It's never come up, for one."

"For one? There's for others?"

"Don't be silly. There aren't four others."

"What?"

"I thought," Aziraphale said, steering the conversation back into more comprehensible territory, "that you might think me silly, for making the effort and then never trying it with anyone else.""
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  songlin  canon-based  firsttime  ngh  genderfuck  NC-17  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
august 2019 by citibyrd
Temptation - emmagrant01
[The one where Aziraphale has been misinterpreting how to perform temptations in their arrangement]

"Crowley sighed dramatically at the ceiling, growing more impatient by the second. “What sort of research are you doing, anyway?”

“I’m working out how to be more creative,” Aziraphale replied.

Crowley frowned: he seriously doubted there were any books in this shop that would offer advice on how to turn someone towards evil. Well, there were the Jeffrey Archer books, but they were in another section entirely."
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august 2019 by citibyrd
Final Temptation - rfsmiley
"“Are you here working?” said Aziraphale, sounding scandalized, also watching the man depart.

“Some of us have quotas to fill,” Crowley snapped, nettled. Then he blinked. “Are you not here working?” he said slowly.

Aziraphale managed to look both haughty and uncomfortable. “It's a gentleman's club,” he said. “I am supposed to be a gentleman. Therefore...” He paused.

Crowley could have laughed in his face. “Right,” he managed. “One must keep up appearances.” As if any normal human's reputation could survive being caught in a den like this.

“If you must know,” said Aziraphale, turning faintly pink. He stopped again. “They teach the gavotte,” he finished sheepishly. “I've always wanted to learn –”

This time Crowley did burst out laughing. “You're here for the dancing,” he wheezed. “Of course.”

“It makes more sense than the alternative,” Aziraphale muttered. “As if I would –” and he subsided abruptly, as if he found even the words repugnant."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  rfsmiley  canon-based  firsttime  R  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
july 2019 by citibyrd
Salinity (And Other Measurements of Brackish Water) - drawlight
"Yes, they had been very very very drunk by the time Crowley had picked one of his questions out of his pocket, one of the little ones never spoken for fear that they might be misconstrued in the exact way that they are meant. For fear that they are too betraying, too obvious. "I certainly owe you a demonic miracle of my own for this wine, you know."

"Oh," Aziraphale says, fussing at his sleeve. "Never. I wouldn't share it with anyone else."

"No, pick something. Anything you like." Crowley is thinking of nicking stars and hiding them in his breast pocket, he is thinking of taking Aziraphale back to that cafe by the Left Bank. He is thinking of stealing the Pieta (maybe not that - he'd taken the Mona Lisa once, had only put it back at Aziraphale's frown).

Aziraphale had done that funny smile with his mouth then. The bit of a smile, the pull back, that smile again. That cast-over look to Crowley. "I want to see you cook.""
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  drawlight  canon-based  firsttime  thinky  PG-13  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
everything just stops - witching
""It's your bath, dear boy," Aziraphale said. "Put it wherever you want. Heaven knows I'll never use it."

"Don't knock it till you've tried it," Crowley said, then furrowed his brow. "Don't you have a bathroom?"

Aziraphale snorted and shook his head. "Why would I need one?"

“You know,” Crowley said, trying to think of why Aziraphale might need a bathroom, other than for Crowley’s own sake. “For appearances,” he blurted out, as it was the first answer that occurred to him.

Wrinkling his nose, the angel took a long swig of wine and adjusted his position slightly. “Humans don’t go up there,” he said matter-of-factly, gesturing to the ceiling, “and they never will.”

Crowley processed this, then gave a satisfied nod, not cognizant enough to analyze why he felt such relief upon learning that Aziraphale did not have human visitors in his apartment. “You think my place is a human party spot?” He giggled quietly to himself, shaking his head.

Aziraphale looked at Crowley over the rims of his glasses, raising an eyebrow. "Why do you have a bathroom, then? Not for appearances?"

"I like bathrooms," the demon replied, and then paused for a moment before correcting himself: "I like baths.""
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  witching  canon-based  firsttime  pining  aww  PG-13  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
good old-fashioned lover boy - liesmyth
"“You’ve done that before.”

“Well, of course.”

Aziraphale sounded surprised he’d even asked. Crowley turned sharply to stare at him, all embarrassment forgotten. “With — humans?”

“Yes? We live around humans. You’re around humans all the time!”

“But I haven’t been kissing humans!” Although that was probably obvious. He wiped the corner of his mouth, discreetly. “Is it always like that?” he said. “Wet? And… all those other things.” The closeness, and the feelings of their breaths mingling together, and that strange shivery feeling from Aziraphale’s touch on his face, the back of his neck. “Like…” he couldn’t explain it. He cleared his throat. “Nice?”

He saw Aziraphale staring at him with a look of inexplicable fondness in his eyes, and the feeling in his chest seemed to be getting worse. It was like something growing inside him, tingling and warm.

“Very nice,” he agreed. “I didn’t think nice was something you went in for.”"
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  liesmyth  canon-based  firsttime  virginfic  R  length:1-5k  saved:mobi  favorite 
june 2019 by citibyrd
Four times Crowley called Aziraphale "sweetheart" without noticing (and One time he did) - TheLadyZephyr
"“Well, I’ll see you around, angel,” he said before Aziraphale could voice his question.

The angel paused, surprised. “You’re not going to stay and watch the play with me?”

Something wiggled in Crowley’s chest, a decidedly odd feeling.

“You know I don’t like the gloomy ones, sweetheart,” he replied, pushing off the balcony and sauntering towards the stairs.

Aziraphale didn’t answer.

Puzzled, Crowley looked back at him. The angel was staring at him, mouth parted. He opened and shut his mouth several times while Crowley waited, nonplussed.

“Sorry?” Aziraphale said finally, voice squeaking."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  theladyzephyr  canon-based  firsttime  five-times  aww  PG  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
An Invitation You Can't Decline - thehoyden
"It was very sensible of Crowley to have them stay at a hotel, and he told him so.

“No point in making it easy on them to find us ― either side,” Crowley said under his breath as they fetched up to the reception desk and turned his rather remarkable wiles on the hotel clerk. “We’d like your best suite,” he said, assuming a charming expression. “It’s our anniversary.”

Then he put his arm around Aziraphale’s waist.

“Yes,” Aziraphale said faintly. “Our―anniversary.” He felt almost as if he were tucked under Crowley’s wing, which was obviously not true from a metaphysical standpoint, but it had the impression of shelter and warmth and made something of a shiver run down his spine."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  thehoyden  canon-based  firsttime  R  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
Show/Tell - walkalittleline
"It took Aziraphale approximately five thousand nine hundred and forty-five years—give or take a few months—to fall in love. Or, at least, to realize he was he in love. Looking back now he wonders if perhaps he’d been feeling this way for much longer and just hadn’t realized it. After all, falling in love with a demon, of all sorts, was ridiculous, laughable even. And for that demon to be Crowley, well that was even more unfathomable.

And then there was the matter of reciprocation. He didn’t even know if demons could fall in love, much less would want to. Crowley was always telling him how troublesome a burden he thought it must be for humans to always be living their lives so heavily dictated by their emotions. Of course, he knew Crowley felt things, had seen him laugh and sneer and fawn over that accursed car of his in ways that was anything but apathetic."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  walkalittleline  canon-based  firsttime  pining  PG-13  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
good for the soul - singingtomysoul
""Oh, it's vanity." Aziraphale waves a hand dismissively, taking a long swallow of wine. "Even I know that's vanity. And after it went through my head a minute, I decided I'd better not. Even if I could, even if I was sure I could, I -" He pauses.

("You were an angel once."
"That was a long time ago.")

There's that look in his eyes again like his light has gone liquid and is spilling everywhere. The one he wore when he said "to the world" and Crowley knew that he meant it, truly, but he meant something else even more.

("I forgive you.")

"Are you saying-" Crowley tries the laugh again, but it comes out in one breath, no cackle and all rough. "Are you tiptoeing 'round an apology that you were hoping to re-annoint me?"

"Only a little bit.""
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  singingtomysoul  canon-based  firsttime  PG-13  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
In the (Second) Beginning - cherryfeather
""You didn't think," Aziraphale begins, because he thought Crowley had more sense—

"I absolutely thought," Crowley spits, reaching up and clawing his sunglasses from his face, and they clatter to the table as he presses at his eyes with one hand. "It was fire, angel, I didn't know if it was an ordinary fire or holy or hellish or—" He chokes himself back again, the words and another sound that Aziraphale has never heard Crowley make, and Aziraphale is glad he closed the shades, glad that Crowley doesn't have to worry about anyone other than Aziraphale seeing this—

As he'd worried, so much, for Aziraphale already.

"Oh, my dear," Aziraphale says, and places a hand on Crowley's shoulder.

Crowley turns to him blindly and collapses to his knees at Aziraphale's feet."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  cherryfeather  canon-based  firsttime  aww  PG-13  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
such selfish prayers - Lvslie
"Aziraphale didn’t ponder too extensively on the physics that would inevitably be involved in the process of carrying Crowley upstairs to his bedroom before factually attempting to do it.

This proved to be a mistake.

Crowley was, for one, much heavier than he appeared to be. Or perhaps it was just that Aziraphale had very limited experience with testing his assessment of people’s weight and simply assumed that something this … this spindly and slim should not weigh all that much.

But Crowley was tall. And he did weigh quite a bit."
goodomens  goodomens:aziraphale/crowley  lvslie  canon-based  aww  PG  length:1-5k  saved:mobi 
june 2019 by citibyrd
the prayer echoes
In the stillness of the night, she reaches for her god. It is a slow process, the way the lightning in her body grinds against her bones. Her focus narrows to the heat in the palms of her hands, and everything else fades away. Are her eyes glowing? Do her torn wings threaten to spread from her back and stretch out? Do you need me to go? she asks, and the feeling transcends language.

The warmth in her palms turns to ice, and Yasha clenches her fists.

Not yet, says a voice like thund...
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may 2019 by ofendlessstars
Nooses
They save Jester and Fjord and Yasha, they save Nila’s son, they save almost-slaves with broken bodies and broken minds who remind Caleb of the inmates of the asylum, of himself in the asylum, and everyone hugs each other and they are all so happy. They are relieved, they are blessed, they are happy. Caleb watches the celebrations the way he watches such things sometimes, when the noise and the energy seek to drill into him: he borrows Frumpkin’s eyes and sits on his own shoulders. C...
category:fanfiction  fandom:criticalrole  length:1-5k  genre:angst  rating:pg-13  character:caleb  q**** 
may 2019 by ofendlessstars
Hath No Man
Damien grinned, though mostly to himself. Even the muscles of his face were tired. "I've invested too much effort in you to just watch you die now, Gerald," he said over his shoulder, almost light-hearted.
category:fanfiction  fandom:coldfiretrilogy  length:1-5k  rating:r  character:damien  pairing:gerald/damien  q**** 
may 2019 by ofendlessstars

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