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Title: Three Out of Seven
Recipient: DwarvenBeardSpores
Characters/Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: E (NSFW)
Word Count: 1,440
Notes: Hi, recipient mine! Your love of Crowley's tendency to sleep after a meal was tempting, so that's the prompt I chose. Gluttony and Sloth aren't the only sins indulgences you'll find in here, though. Christmas Eve is for all sorts of mischief.

Summary: “There’ll be none your complaining about crumbs,” Aziraphale warned, materializing a fork. He cut a diminutive sliver of custard, nudging it enticingly against Crowley’s lips.

Crowley took the bite without protest. He licked the tines with a hazy expression that suggested this had no more been about food for him than it had been about cinema for Aziraphale.

“S’good,” he said, opening his mouth for more, so Aziraphale obliged him. “I could make this.”

Aziraphale snorted and indulged in a heaping forkful. “You? Baking? That would be the day.”

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Title: Dancing Around It
Recipient: Demonsadvocate
Characters/Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley (technically pre-slash)
Rating: M (SFW, but suggestive)
Word Count: 2,830
Notes: Hey, Demonsadvocate! Your prompt about Aziraphale and Crowley realizing they have feelings for each other, but proving inept in courting attempts, is the one I chose. It manifested differently than I imagined, by which I mean there’s a past moment paired with a parallel moment in the present. Thanks for the opportunity to approach this trope a bit differently.

Summary: “Az—ah, Mr. Fell says this place is discreet,” [Crowley] said curtly. “How discreet we talking?”

“Such as you might meet the occasional backgammon player, sir,” said the steward, pointedly.

Crowley ran that statement through his dusty catalogue of human slang. It pinged accordingly.

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Title: An Invitation You Can’t Decline
Recipient: Argyleheir
Characters/Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: M (SFW, but there’s kissing, closeness, and innuendo)
Word Count: 1,730
Notes: The prompt I went with was good wine and bad ghost stories on Christmas Eve. I’m absolutely nobody to turn down the chance to have characters tell ghost stories, so thank you very much, dear recipient, for giving me the chance to write this for you! I’ll be the first to admit there’s indeed some Queen-related humor in play, starting with the title.

Summary: “You can ravish me later,” Crowley whispered with charming chagrin. “Let’s tell ghost stories.”

Aziraphale made an irritated noise and sipped his champagne. “I don’t know any ghost stories.”

“You, surrounded by books all the live-long day,” Crowley laughed, “don’t
know any?”
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