This fic was almost trashed and I'm so glad it wasn't!
Good Omens: Aziraphale, Crowley 4 chapters; 17,269 words. ~ Post-Apocalypse, Aziraphale has decided it's long past time for him to do some things with his demon that they've denied themselves for millennia. And it's not that Crowley is opposed; he's just well-practiced at being afraid, and it's hard to give up the habit of a lifetime. So Aziraphale is simply going to have to convince him. Quite thoroughly. ~ Warning: nsfw, food mentions, discussion of Falling, previous trauma and some dysphoria, (brief!) metaphorical damage to a throat/flaying,











