25 May 2020
“Did you just kiss me because I’m shit at my job?”
25 Sep 2020
Aziraphale promised to take care of Crowley in their vows.
Written for the DIWS Telephone Event
- Part 2 of BT Tower Telephone Group H
26 Sep 2020
Some mild smut in a garden.
- Part 9 of BT Tower Telephone Group H
Bookmarked by ephjaywy
27 Feb 2021
They kiss until Aziraphale draws back, breathless, his eyes very bright.
“Do you want me?”
“Don’t be a prat.”
Rolling his eyes, the demon pushes himself up on one hand, intending to crawl up over his friend and make himself more available.
“Yes, you idiot. I want you. Physically. Existentially. All that jazz…” he stumbles, halfway through his crawl, but Aziraphale catches him with one hand at his hip. “See? You make me weak at the knees. Loins all a-quiver.”
The angel chuckles.
Crowley leans over him, pressing their foreheads together.
“Yes. I want you,” he mumbles, quieter.
Aziraphale breathes out - a sound like the wind chasing through the leaves above.
Okay, maybe there’s something to be said for the bookcase, he thinks, as Aziraphale pulls him against it, kissing him so thoroughly that he can feel it in his toes. There is something enticingly familiar about pressing the angel back against a flat surface, one hand fisted into his lapels. There is something refreshingly un-familiar about his best friend’s response.
- Part 5 of Summer Omens
24 Nov 2019
What if Aziraphale were a flirty drunk?
An art and fic collaboration.