Crowley is not oblivious
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Escape to the mountain, lest thou be consumed by HolRose
Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
21 Aug 2021
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Crawly is not pleased when Aziraphale appears at his lodgings and insists that he leaves. It turns out that he has very good reason indeed to be disturbing the demon’s peace. Or, one time that Aziraphale swoops in to rescue Crowley.
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- Part 11 of Guess the Author ficlets
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That Berry Ice Cream by beardo
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
08 Dec 2023
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Aziraphale tilted his head, matching the demon’s angle, then, without for a moment breaking eye contact, scooped up a second spoonful of sorbet, slowly opened his mouth for it and moaned sinfully when the ice hit his tongue. He then raised both his eyebrows, inquiring and only a little bit condescending.
There was a brief silence.
“Do remember to breathe,” he remarked drily and returned to the muscat.
Without looking, Crowley reached his left hand out for the martini, took a long, slow sip; he then set it down again, picked up the cocktail skewer by its dry end, closed his lips around an olive, and pulled the stick away.
It was—unreasonably suggestive.
His face felt oddly slack. And—yes, blushing; of course he was blushing.
‘You should probably chew,’ signed Crowley, somewhat awkwardly with occupied hands.Or: Aziraphale has some REALLY good ice cream. Crowley flirts shamelessly. Aziraphale does a little, too.
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[PODFIC] That Berry Ice Cream by beardo
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett
23 Dec 2023
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Aziraphale tilted his head, matching the demon’s angle, then, without for a moment breaking eye contact, scooped up a second spoonful of sorbet, slowly opened his mouth for it and moaned sinfully when the ice hit his tongue. He then raised both his eyebrows, inquiring and only a little bit condescending.
There was a brief silence.
“Do remember to breathe,” he remarked drily and returned to the muscat.
Without looking, Crowley reached his left hand out for the martini, took a long, slow sip; he then set it down again, picked up the cocktail skewer by its dry end, closed his lips around an olive, and pulled the stick away.
It was—unreasonably suggestive.
His face felt oddly slack. And—yes, blushing; of course he was blushing.
‘You should probably chew,’ signed Crowley, somewhat awkwardly with occupied hands.Or: Aziraphale has some REALLY good ice cream. Crowley flirts shamelessly. Aziraphale does a little, too.