#desiwrites

[ironriots]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: E

Word Count: 3,019

Status: Complete

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley

Featured Tags: POV Alternating, Top Aziraphale/Bottom Crowley, Crowley Has a Vulva, Crowley Has T Dick, Oral Sex, Orgasm Control, Science Experiments, Banter

Summary: Written for Soho Red Light District server's monthly NSFW prompt Jan 2024 - "Bell".

What had first occurred to Aziraphale as a coincidence became a hypothesis, which became a theory to be tested as many times as he could manage without Crowley catching on. It was apparent that Crowley needed far less physical foreplay than when they had first become sexually acquainted. While this may have simply been a mutual case of nerves in the beginning, it did not account for why Crowley was no longer capable of behaving himself in the bookshop.

[jaane-ghazal]

So I made a South Asian dark academia mood board...

[ironriots]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: T

Word Count: 1,682

Status: Complete

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley

Featured Tags: Agender Aziraphale, Genderfluid Crowley, He/Him Pronouns for Aziraphale, Changing Pronouns for Crowley, They're in love and everyone is trans.

Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley take a well-deserved post retirement vacation to the streets of New Orleans, just in time for Pride. As they observe the celebrations, they muse on the striking similarities between celestial and human experience. Written for Trans Omens Mini Bang 2024

“Well,” Crowley shrugs, the movement rolling him back to his original position. “They’re made for it, aren’t they? All that free will and expression came with the package. It’s natural for them.”

Includes art by the fantastic @decayingdante!

Discussions of Aziraphale's Human Bookseller Drag and Gender Enthusiast Crowley included.

[ironriots]

Last Line Challenge (Written/Drawn/Recorded)

Tagged by @doonarose! This is not a fic but an article for my annual Dragon Con zine. Titled "True Life: Clocked in Public for my Smut Fanfiction"

"You did great!" She gushed as she scanned my groceries in and placed them into the reusable bag. "Oh my gosh, this is like meeting a local celebrity!" Dear reader, when I tell you I was not sure if my head would fit back in the car…

Tagging @voluptatiscausa, @grimboigio, @hakunahistata and @ineffabildaddy!

[ironriots]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Rating: E

Word Count: 23,913

Status: Complete

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley

Content Warning(s): Alcoholism

Featured Tags: Not A Fix It, Angst & Smut, Pining, South Downs Cottage, Domestic Shenanigans, Comedy, Archangel Drip, Virgin Crowley + Aziraphale, Top Aziraphale/Bottom Crowley, Top Crowley/Power Bottom Aziraphale

Summary: Crowley leaves the bookshop and prepares to…what, he doesn’t know. Grieve, he supposes. He certainly isn't prepared to see the new Supreme Archangel of the Heavenly Host 4 extremely alcoholic days later.

Author's own little season 2.5, in which a vacation is taken on hard mode, an interview is dodged, and a series of bizarre encounters occur.

AKA I wanted to write about Crowley getting railed and running errands. Have my first finished fic in almost 10 years.

[ironriots]

You don’t know it but, Tucked away in the fold of your palm, Is my heart.

And sometimes I wish, That you would clench your fist, So that I could feel your warmth, As it burst into a million pieces in your grip.

[stardustandiron]

Maybe my world hasn't fallen apart.

Maybe you're just busy. Between the hustle and bustle of life, essays, exams, rehearsals, and appointments, quiet moments to fire off  "hey how's it going" are quite rare. You're probably just busy. I know how it is, I'm busy too. I'm no stranger to essays, exams, rehearsals and life in general. I'm also well acquainted with those quiet moments that are perfect for staring at your silent phone and wondering what it was you did that scared him away this time. Unanswered messages don't really go unnoticed in the hustle and bustle. Yeah, you're probably busy. Maybe you forgot. We haven't really been talking for long, you just met me. My name does not own a place in your memory just yet. You probably just forgot. I'm forgetful too. But one meeting was all it took for your name to carve it's way into my forgetful brain and set up camp in my heart, laying claim to my fondest memories, letting me know that whenever I hear that name I will think of you, as if there was only one Stephen in the world. That oh so common name will remind me of the the way your very words spoke to the mismatched parts that make up this stubborn mess of me. Yeah, you probably just forgot. Maybe this isn't even you're fault, you're profile was deleted or you're phone got stolen. It probably isn't your fault. Maybe you're looking for me at this very moment. You could've lost my number and right now you are frantically searching the couch, tossing cushions everywhere, searching through the nickels, dimes and lint hoping that I haven't moved on yet. You're probably looking for me. But my profile still exists and I still can't find you. My phone is still here in beautiful condition and I still can't find you. I've been looking for you ever since you disappeared, tossing away dates, names, faces, jerks and wonderful guys alike, hoping that you haven't moved on yet and wondering if I ever will. You're looking for me, you're just busy. You're looking for me, you're just forgetful.  You're looking for me, this was never your fault. You're definitely looking for me. You're probably looking for me. Maybe you're looking for me.  Maybe you don't care. Yeah, you probably don't care at all.