Oct 31, 2020
for @afhyer for the @tricketyboo2020 gift exchange!
afhyer wanted Aziraphale, Crowley, and the Them celebrating halloween together~
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for @afhyer for the @tricketyboo2020 gift exchange!
afhyer wanted Aziraphale, Crowley, and the Them celebrating halloween together~
“Angel, I’m not wearing this.”
“What? Why ever not?”
Crowley’s eyes narrowed. He knew exactly when his husband was teasing him, knew when those deceptively innocent blue eyes were merely fronts for the endless bastardy beyond. He could sense it. “Angel. I am a demon. The Tempter of Humanity, the bringer of Original Sin--”
“Yes, and you’re very frightening,” Aziraphale interrupted, barely reigning in his amusement now.
“--I’m a demon who can turn into a great big bloody snake,” Crowley continued, refusing to be led astray from the point he was trying to make. “I am not wearing a snake costume like a--like a bloody--”
“Human?” Aziraphale suggested.
“Child,” Crowley growled.
Aziraphale let out a deep sigh and returned the cup of tea he’d been sipping from to its saucer, the delicate little clink of porcelain loud in the quiet room. Crowley felt suddenly as though he were standing on ice, sensed that some unseen shift in the conversation that had left him on unsteady ground indeed.
“It was exceedingly kind of Mrs Young to make it for you, you know,” Aziraphale said, mildly. “And Adam was quite excited about seeing you in it. Thought it’d be ‘wicked,’ I believe his exact word was.”
Crowley shifted, uncomfortable. “That’s--I mean, it was good of her, I s’pose, but--”
“And it really was quite lovely for the Youngs to invite us to Tadfield for Halloween this year. Anathema told me they were quite put out we couldn’t make it ‘round this past Christmas.”
“Well, I mean...we were busy.” But he could feel the ground crumbling away beneath his feet.
One eyebrow, raised delicately. “We were busy?”
“...I was busy,” Crowley muttered, looking down.
Aziraphale kept up his meaningful look for a few excruciating seconds. Then he sighed again, placing the tea and its saucer on a spindly little table beside his favourite armchair and stepping delicately around piles of books to where Crowley stood pouting.
“It’s one evening, my dear.” He said, reaching up to fiddle idly with the fit of Crowley’s shirt, fixing buttons and smoothing wrinkles that were always going to come apart again the moment his fingers moved on. “The antichrist, his family, all his little friends. Anathema and Newt, of course, and perhaps Tracy and Shadwell. No-one for whom your demonly dignity need be riled up.”
“’S the principle of the thing,” Crowley grumbled, but only a little. He knew when to admit he’d been defeated, and he knew it had all been over the minute Aziraphale had asked him to wear the bloody thing. “How’m I s’posed to wear it, anyway? There’s no leg holes or anything.”
Aziraphale’s smile was beatific. “Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure something out, dear.” He dropped a kiss onto Crowley’s bony cheek, then left him to pout on his own for a while. “You always do.”
Crowley muttered a few choice words under his breath, but obediently looked down at the costume currently encasing the lower half of his body in a pitiful mockery of the form he could actually achieve. He raised one of his hands, bringing his fingers together.
He had some adjustments to make.
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Art by @starkillersbae, snippet by Euterpein
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My fic for @eveningstarcatcher for the @tricketyboo2020 exchange. I hope you like it!
A few years after the Apocalypse-that-wasn’t, Heaven and Hell decide to try and understand why the Ineffable Plan allowed Earth and humanity to be saved. According to the Antichrist, the first stop on their ‘Experience Earth’ tour should be a Halloween party. Cue the most awkward few hours of everyone’s existence.
Fic: Carving Out a New Tradition
Title: Carving Out a New Tradition
Author: @waterofthemoon
Rating: Explicit
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale (Good Omens)
Summary: On Halloween, the spookiest night of the year, Aziraphale and Crowley mark the occasion with a cozy night in.
Word Count: 3,794
Tags: One Shot, Established Relationship, Fluff, Romance, Dating, Halloween, Post-Almost Apocalypse, Pumpkin Carving, Movie Night, Aziraphale Has a Penis, Crowley Has a Penis, Blow Jobs, Intercrural Sex, Crowley's Flat, Idiots in Love
Notes: Written for @happinessfordeeppeople for the @tricketyboo2020 Exchange at @go-events! One of her prompts was Aziraphale and Crowley celebrating Halloween together, and I very much enjoyed writing this bit of softness - I hope you like it, too! Thanks so much to @zehwulf for the fantastic beta! ❤️
AO3
When Aziraphale arrives at Crowley's flat on All Hallows' Eve, the door is ajar. It creaks when he opens it, and he peers around it before stepping inside.
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Original Characters, Original Cultists Additional Tags: Crowley is Summoned (Good Omens), Crowley is So Done (Good Omens), Aziraphale is "just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" (Good Omens), Rescue, Post-Canon, Established Relationship Summary:
Crowley finds himself in a summoning circle surrounded by figures in black robes. Luckily for him, he's got an angel on his side...
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Fluff, Soft Aziraphale (Good Omens), Soft Crowley (Good Omens), Halloween, Gift Exchange, Traditions Summary:
Crowley has a plan, and Aziraphale's plans to sit and drink with his best friend are upheaved. What surprise does Crowley have in store: a trick or a treat? Aziraphale finds the best treat at the end.
A soft, fluffy fic for sungmee. I've always loved their fluffy art, so it was a delight to give them something fluffy in return! :D For the Trickety-Boo exchange.