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Thank you for the tag @hermiola ! Have a bit from the last chapter of Night Blooms (which is about 2/3 written).

A strength, an assuredness that has been missing for so long Aziraphale didn’t know it was gone, reappears. From the depths it reemerges, clinging to him like a shadow and he thinks for a moment of Peter Pan; of Peter’s shadow being locked in a drawer and needing to be restuck to his person. As if not having this, this shadow, this core component of himself had made him less real, impermanent.

Gimme your words @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon , @dbacklot99, @hakunahistata, @depraveddame, @koala2all I know you’re all writing/editing 🥰

Last line tagging game! Thank you @bellisima-writes for tagging me!

As always, I'm usually editing rather than writing a draft, which means that the last line I wrote is usually... well, a word here and there. But the last line I was editing goes like this:

White water generally meant foam. Foam came from the water breaking on something. In the middle of the Atlantic, with no other ships or land in sight, white water meant iceberg.

I'm just gonna leave that there and say nothing about it! Sadly I don't think I know as many people to tag as there are words, so I'll tag: @afrenchwriter (because I know bellisima already tagged you) @chapeldean (you will never escape my tags!!) and @hermiola (because I just added your wip to my mfl!)

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Always nice to see @di-42 , @maaikeatthefullmoon and @rhosmeinir on the reading list 😊

Hi! Is there any longfics that have lots of plot but also a Crowley/ Aziraphale happy ending? I’m kind of looking for a substitute for Season 3 right now to be honest🙃

Hey! We have #good omens s3 speculation and #long fic tags, so jump in for loads of fics! Here are more to add to both tags...

Good Outcomes by Thimster (T)

Unsurprisingly, Aziraphale runs into problems in his new job: the Second Coming will be a massacre, and only Crowley can help him prevent it. But Crowley has his own reasons, and his own issues: Hell gives him an ultimatum, and he must choose. But it seems neither angels nor demons can make choices very well. And stopping the Second Coming will have major consequences for everyone.

What If I'm Happier Now by guessimdemoms (G)

After Aziraphale stepped on that elevator and chose Heaven, Crowley wallowed in a haze of alcohol and sleep and somehow found his way to America where he got a teaching job. Turns out he's good at it, and the kids adore him, so he decides to see it out until the end figuring he never has to return to London. But then his after school club has a chance to compete in a contest in London, and soon he finds himself heading back to the place that brought him so much pain. He figures he'll be safe since Aziraphale is still in Heaven, but there are surprises in store as soon as he steps foot back on English soil.

i will make it better, if only for us by davethefish (T)

With Aziraphale in Heaven, everything that Crowley loved has left the earth. He doesn't know what to do, so he starts small. Maybe someday he'll love the earth as much as he loved Aziraphale. It's time for him to remember why he chose to stay in the first place.

Among the Stacks by MeinirRhos (NR)

Nearly a year after Aziraphale returns to Heaven, he vanishes from existence, leaving Crowley bereft on Earth. Just when the demon has finally started to heal and move on with his life, he finds his angel by chance in a library. But Aziraphale has no memory of his life as an angel, or of Crowley. How will our hero cope?

And I Did by Di_42 (E)

This is a story about faith. This is a story about love. This is a story about loss. This is a story about being apart and about being reunited. This is a story about fighting. This is a story about choices. Where do we choose to place our faith? Will a god we have faith in come and save us? Will a friend? A loved one? When do we start doubting our faith? How long before we snap, before we raise our head? How far can we go before we crumble under the weight of our own misplaced faith? Under the weight of our choices? What does it take to make us feel betrayed, abandoned, left behind? What does it take for us to turn our back on what in which we had faith? Who are we loyal to, and who is loyal to us? Who do we trust, and who trusts us? What are we ready to risk in the name of faith? What are we ready to lose in the name of loyalty? When are we going to take our lives into our own hands? What are we going to fight for? This is a story about unbreakable faith. This is, after all, a work of fiction. OR: Yet another Good Omens post season 2 fiction, featuring Supreme Archangel Aziraphale and Grand Duke Of Hell Crowley.

Epistolary by imposterssyndrome (E)

“Dear Diary, Today I encountered that most interesting phenomenon that is pornographic cinematography." Or Crowley discovers Aziraphale's personal diaries. What starts as a curious investigation about the angel's 'pornographic cinematography' experiences leads to Crowley wanting to find out about what he missed during his 14th century nap...and lots more. He discovers just how much miscommunication they had between them and how it led to so many misunderstandings. He finds out about how Aziraphale felt about him over the centuries and tries to reconcile that with his own feelings, especially now that Aziraphale is up in Heaven and not allowed to return to Earth...

- Mod D

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Muriel: Ooooh!! I know what you're doing!! You're attempting to copulate!!! 👿: And, you!! just ruined the moment! Now, get out!! 😇: 😳😳😳😭😭😭 Poor Angel is mortified. 🤣🤣 ----- Clean image, without the speech bubble:

---- I love the idea that, at the end, Muriel decides to stay on Earth with Aziraphale and Crowley and ends up becoming their kind of adopted child, complete with classic childlike shenanigans like this one. 🤣🤣

---- @goodomensafterdark

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Thanks for the tag @itsscottiesstark !

Choose Your Trope!

| coffee shop or flower shop | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | break up & make up or proposal & wedding | get together or established relationship | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | obvious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute |

I love all the tropes, but some of those are like catnip to me. 🫠

No pressure tags: @nosferatini @adverbian @hakunahistata @hermiola @harlotofupdog

Pick your favorite tropes!

Thanks for the tag @friendly-jester ^^

coffee shop or flower shop | au or fix-it | enemies to lovers or childhood friends | angst or fluff | love at first sight or pining | modern au or historical au | break up & make up or proposal & wedding | get together or established relationship | soulmates or unrequited | fake dating or secret dating | obvious pining or domestic fluff | hurt/comfort or crack | meet the parents or meet cute

No pressure tagging: @lost-in-derry @foxxxtransformer123 @sunatsubu @may-be-a-plant @heart-0f-a-rebel16 @astudyinpanda @fulcrum-021 @loth-creatures @death-by-ladybug @thatonegreyghost @zebsfloppyears and anyone else who wants to play

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You know how some fics just change everyday things for you? Like how a certain song or flower or, oh, I dunno, weather pattern might be irreparably associated with a story? Yeah, the lovely Hakunahistata has done that to me with *humidity*. I adore this 1990s AU, do yourself a solid and go take a peek! I know you’ll love those boys just as much as I do! 💜🛹

feels right this time

Teen, 6.2K. Complete.

Aziraphale leveled him with a chiding look, “I’m going to choose to ignore that light-hearted generalization. You don’t know any better.” “What, because I nearly failed high school?” “Of course not,” Aziraphale sniffed. “Because you’re American.”

Written for 90s fest! Check out the collection and bask in our Ineffables in peak 90s form 🖤 Colossal thank you to @gaiaseyes451 for everything.

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Are you reading this? Are you reading this adorable, witty, heartfelt, fabulous story?! You *ought* to be! I love the way Levs imagines our man-shaped-beings and they’re as precious (and idiotic) as ever! 🥰

Figuring it Out

Soooo...is it really a Levs fic if the chapter updates aren't horrendously late, approaching 10k, and come with a ch count bump? LOLLLL

I think there needs to be a fandom beta day where we celebrate fic betas because gaiaseyes and TybaltTrouble are my heroes. xoxo Also, you lot in the feral little gremlin server, The Serpent and the Saint, mean the world to me, thank you for all of your encouragements and kind words.

Seriously, thank you for still reading. These silly prunes finally have their date, and put the 'E' in Explicit while they're at it ; )

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A moment later the club lights dim even further, the volume of what apparently passes as music increasing as Shem—the club’s resident disc jockey—selects some bass-heavy electronic sound-soup to appease the younger crowd pressing onto the dance floor. Aziraphale looks around as the haze of a fog machine clouds the air, that faint but familiar sick-sweet scent filling his nose. A collection of Kinta lights blazes to life, throwing flickering multi-coloured beams into the smoky air.

His twenty-year younger self would have looked forward to this part of the evening; losing himself in the smoke, the humid heat, the alcohol-steeped haze, the shared experience of swaying and moving. He would’ve hardly qualified it as dancing, but it was invigorating nonetheless; that bold and rebellious form of expression shared only within the mosh of his happily inebriated fellows. It was about the camaraderie of it—the carefree confidence and celebration of the invincibility of youth.

These days, he prefers to make his way home after performances; to his comfortable wingback where a glass of wine and a good book are his welcome party. Occasionally, he’ll linger at the club for the length of a drink and pleasant conversation with the other entertainers, or allow himself to be shuttled to a smaller pub or food establishment by Anathema if he has the energy.

A quick squeeze of fingers reminds him that there’s still a hand in his. A warm whisper of air next to his ear sends a shiver spiraling over his shoulders and down his spine as Crowley leans close to be heard. A whiff of citrus, spice and cedar wood infuses his nose and he inhales deeper, breathes it into his bones.

“D’you, uhm…can I get you another drink? Or—” The words are tentative; an accommodation in the upward inflection should Aziraphale wish to stay. But he thinks he detects a bit of his own mind in them: Old, tired, and desirous of someplace quieter…perhaps more intimate.

Aziraphale turns, eyes finding Crowley’s; glittering like tiger’s eyes in the low light. He’s so very close. “—Or would I like to get out of here? Go somewhere quiet where we can enjoy our evening together?”

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Night Blooms - Chapter 9 - Poppy

True to story tags: mystery, angst, fluff and feelings

Read Chapter 9 on AO3 or Start from the Beginning

Chapter Excerpt: Aziraphale had waited, the unassuming cardboard box taunting him with its hidden treasures from the tiny table in his cramped kitchen. He waited as the clock struck eight, then eight-oh-one. And eight-oh-two. And eight-oh-three. And eight-oh-four. Aziraphale was about to call Anthony and leave him a message as he tore into the package because if Anthony was going to make him wait to open the bloody thing the least he could do was manage to be punctual—

The wall phone rang and Aziraphale tripped over the legs of his dining table in his haste to answer it.

“Hello?” he breathed before the second ring had finished.

“Hi angel,” came the smugly satisfied voice from the side.

“You’re late.”

“My deepest apologies. It wasn’t my intention to keep you waiting.”

“I don’t believe that one bit.”

“’S driving you absolutely insane, innit?”

Aziraphale could practically see the sharp-toothed grin. The utter elation lighting Anthony’s face at Aziraphale’s exasperation, knowing he’d worked himself into such a state of anticipation solely because Anthony had asked.

“The box has been taunting me for days, Anthony. That I’ve not torn into it, thoroughly examined the contents, and carefully rewrapped it with the intent of reenacting my surprise whilst we speak cannot be understated as a testament of my love for you.”

“You’re a terrible liar, angel. I’d have known immediately if you’d opened it already.”

There was a beat of silence as Aziraphale glared down the line.

Somehow his expression must have reached Anthony because he laughed as if he could see Aziraphale beside him. “So, tell me. How was your day? How is the manuscript restoration coming?”

“Anthony!”

He laughed harder. “Alright, alright. Don’t get yourself into a tizzy, angel. Go ahead, open it.”

Story Summary: Early spring has always stirred both romance and nostalgia in Aziraphale Fell. So, when he stumbles upon a once-familiar, now untended garden one crisp March morning, he cannot resist exploring. One flower in particular calls to him—more vibrant, more fragrant than the rest. Drawn to its beauty, Aziraphale plucks the bloom, certain it will make the most exquisite tea. But when he drinks it, the infusion does more than delight his senses—it stirs dreams richer than reality and conjures the presence of a man who haunts them.

Read Night Blooms on AO3

A huge thanks to my amazing beta’s @leviosally, @hakunahistata, @dbacklot99, and @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon for sticking with me through this thing. Almost done!! And of course thank you to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community.

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Happy pride‼️🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍⚧️

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reblog if you have skilled writer friends and you're damn proud of them

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Can’t recommend Play for Me the Music of Your Heart by @leviosally highly enough. 💜💜

Hello lovely mods!!! Thank you for all the work you do for the fandom!!

Im looking for longfics where crowley has self esteem issues. Something where its not the main plot, just there. Like how TV!crowley is in The Trouble With Being A Demon. Im good with any rating, au, or general plot.

Thank you so much!! 💛

Hi! I don't know the fic you mention, so I can't necessarily find you Crowleys exactly like that without a little more information. We do have an #insecure crowley tag as well as a #self esteem issues tag with lots of fics you can check out. Here are more to add...

The Invisible Gorilla by AppleSeeds (T)

Environmental science professor Crowley turns into a flustered mess when the object of his secret infatuation, magician Aziraphale Fell, is hired to help coach a group of research students to creatively engage the public with their work. Torn between his desire to interact with Aziraphale and his fear of embarrassing himself, Crowley gradually gains the confidence to spend more time with him, ultimately bringing them together to share one of the most memorable experiences of Crowley's life.

I'll Let You Set the Pace by zerodaryls (E)

“Everything’s changing now, isn’t it?” “Well, not everything.” Aziraphale had smiled, bringing a thumb up to run over Crowley’s bottom lip. “Some things, certainly. Finally. Thank goodness.” He’d tilted his head to bring their lips together again, and, when Crowley’d gasped, took the opportunity to slip a curious tongue between his lips. Crowley had grinned against Aziraphale’s mouth before sliding his tongue over the angel’s, savoring the taste of him.   Yes, things had been going quite well. And then Crowley had started panicking. (Or, "What if Crowley isn't as ready as he thought he'd be once he's finally free to love and be loved by his angel? What if Aziraphale got a taste of what 'you go too fast for me' felt like?")

The Hardest Hue to Hold by oceantears (T)

Crowley doesn't exactly like killing everything he touches.

Let Me In Your Heart Again by AshCommaMan, EmAndFandems (M)

"Could be anything," Crowley explained. Anything at all, say the word, nothing off limits from my end. Stupid. "And the way it works, you'd have the chance to say no. It's not that I force anyone into doing things. Just make it more appealing s'all. So. What do you want, Aziraphale?" "I want—" The apple, the whole damn Garden. He flapped his hands uselessly in the air. "I want..." You. I want to be free. "Well. Perhaps a nap." His voice was nothing more than a whisper.

Long Haul by snae_b (E)

First time he sees him he’s barreling down 40 like a bat out of hell. Thirty miles outside of Flagstaff and six hours behind schedule. The desert looming large on all sides. Red sand and sage stretching out for miles and miles in front of him. Juniper and pine and gray crag behind him. The flora might be changing but that's about it. Same bone-dry air that gives him nosebleeds. Same cute little cottontails and scrawny jackrabbits darting under his tires. Same two lanes separated by white lines... He checks his speedometer. He hasn't downshifted since the city limits. Sheer luck, that. He's coming up fast on another rig. Flatbed with Vermont plates. Bright white cab with gold wings painted on the side. Anthony Crowley might have gotten out of Missouri, but he hasn't escaped his past. He wears it like a cloak. When he crosses paths with a guardian angel, he starts to learn how to shed it.

Play for Me the Music of Your Heart by Leviosally468 (E)

Anthony J. Crowley, a talented virtuoso violinist finally makes the move west to Nightingale Bay, Oregon after escaping a simultaneously promising yet toxic life at Elysian Conservatory of Music in New York City. Aziraphale Z. Fell is Eastern Gate University’s friendly and talented piano professor and symphony conductor. Let's see how that goes, shall we?

- Mod D

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So good I read it on a plane hiding my screen from family and noses seat neighbors alike!! Highly recommend both One Singular Moment and All The Little Moments!

Good Omens gift fic: One Singular Moment

Fanfic of fanfic! Written for Evie's nice & accurate atelier server's April/May Ineffable Forecast event (with an AO3 collection!) but first and foremost as a gift for @paperclipninja. This was inspired by Clip's amazing Regency human AU fic, All the Little Moments, which if you haven't read it, run don't walk! It's gorgeous and so full of pining and longing and romantic tension! One of my favorite things this year. This little fic picks up somewhere after that.

One Singular Moment

Rating: E/NSFW

Words: 6.7K

Tags/CW: [spoilers]

Regency AU, Human AU, Aristocracy, Established Relationship, as much as it can be in regency times, Bickerfucking, stables, Roleplay, mucking out like a mucky mucker, Blow Jobs, Implied/Referenced Sex, all over the manor house, Thunderstorms, Romantic Fluff, see AO3 for more

Summary

When Aziraphale woke, he recognised three things. First: he was in bed, in his favourite guest room at Adderley Park. Secondly, he was still a bit pleasantly sore. And finally, it was Sunday. Sunday. Aziraphale stretched out his arms in a wide embrace to the waking world. He loved Sundays at Adderley Park.

Thank you so much to @brenna, @cheeseplants, and @ukcalico for fantastic beta reading! You all made this much better. ❤️❤️❤️ And final thanks and love again to Clip for writing the most beautiful and aching Regency romance!

(me, forget to tag the glorious @goodomensafterdark? What?! NEVER)

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Writers Guild presents: As In Arcadia

As In Arcadia

Rated M

Summary: Inspired by Tom Stoppard's Arcadia, a play about love, sex, gardens, maths, poetry, choice, and waltzing, starting before the Beginning...

Excerpt: Star You lied!?

Aziraphale I’m an angel. (looks offended). I fibbed. And besides, you didn’t need to know.

Star What’s wrong with knowing?

Aziraphale Knowing things could lead to doing things.

Star I’m not gonna do those things. Who would I even do them with?

Aziraphale Well, certainly not with me!

Read more here! 

Thanks to @ModernDayKlutz for betaing!

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grumpy crowley wants his snek tattoo back <3

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Night Blooms - Chapter 8 - Plumeria

No CW/TW for this chapter. Still in our mysterious, slightly angsty, very pining story.

Read Chapter 8 on AO3 or Start from the Beginning

Chapter Excerpt: A soft blush dusted sleep-warmed cheeks and Anthony’s fingers twitched as he dreamt. Aziraphale lifted a stack of papers from the sofa and set them carefully aside. He settled lightly into the now vacant space beside Anthony, hoping he knew who Anthony reached for in his dreams. The kiss was soft, tenderly chaste; Aziraphale held them there until he tasted the drop of sweet nectar hidden in the bloom of Anthony’s lips.

Anthony returned the kiss, lazy and languid at first, still drifting through the dream. Then he tensed, the return of consciousness bringing with it an entirely reasonable air of confusion. Aziraphale drew back slightly and cupped Anthony’s jaw letting their breaths warm one another’s lips.

“It’s all right, dearest. It’s just me” he whispered. “Is it all right? That I’m here?”

Anthony looked at Aziraphale for a long pause through sleep-heavy lids, blinking slowly as if trying to comprehend how a dream could be both fantasy and reality. “More’n alright, angel,” he rasped. His hands slid up Aziraphale’s arms and wrapped around his neck, coaxing him back into the kiss. They sank into one another as Aziraphale settled on the cleared spot beside Anthony. The slide of lips, unhurried and easy, setting free little sighs and inviting the teasing tug of teeth and the soft press of searching tongues.

It was so simple, so painfully, perfectly right that it collided with Aziraphale, pressed against his sternum and bore into his chest only to reverberate off his spine and strain against his ribs. Attraction, arousal, desire—they were all part of it but they weren’t enough. He wanted Anthony, the friendship they had always had, the ardor they were discovering…the love that had grown before Aziraphale had understood what it was. He wanted this—this man, this life, this home—wholly and without reservation.

“Oh…”

“Mmm,” Anthony’s lips curled into a responding smile and Aziraphale realized he must have whispered that aloud. “My thoughts exactly.”

Aziraphale pressed their foreheads together and laughed. “Hello, darling.”

Story Summary: Early spring has always stirred both romance and nostalgia in Aziraphale Fell. So, when he stumbles upon a once-familiar, now untended garden one crisp March morning, he cannot resist exploring. One flower in particular calls to him—more vibrant, more fragrant than the rest. Drawn to its beauty, Aziraphale plucks the bloom, certain it will make the most exquisite tea. But when he drinks it, the infusion does more than delight his senses—it stirs dreams richer than reality and conjures the presence of a man who haunts them.

A huge thanks to my incredible beta’s @dbacklot99, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, @leviosally, and @hakunahistata. The writing that becomes chapters 6-8 has gone through their hands so many times. I’m very grateful to you all for letting me whine and fret and complain! And of course to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community.

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Epic Goblins Present - Grief of a Dying Sun: Ch8 (Section 3 of The Serpent and The Owl)

Incredible art by @cobeeli

Chapter 8/8! Rated E

CW/TW: Angst, Mofu, Check the Tags

Summary: Aziraphale emerges as the Champion of Atlantis, trained by Gabriel and guided by Agnes to become a warrior and defend their glorious land against any threat of monsters.

Excerpt: Without thinking I darted over the edge after you. It was not a choice, it was not a decision. It is written in the stars: where I am, you appear; where you go, I follow.

The transformation began as soon as my feet left the jagged cliffs. As Atlantis crashed around us my bones broke and fused anew. The screams of your wretched countrymen rang in my ears and I roared in response. The sharp spray of the churning sea sliced at my body, exposing my scales and unfurling my wings.

You believed me a monster, and so a monster I became.

Read the more here!

Or start from Chapter 1

Or start from the very beginning of this Epic story

A huge thanks to @ireallyneedmoretea, @moderndayklutz, @wiblywoblytimeywimey754, and @itsscottiesstark for beta'ing. A massive thanks to @kotias for wrangling this entire project!

Finally, an enormous thank you to all the incredible artists and writers who lent their time and talent to this part of an enormous project. @dbacklot99, @groovynightstrawberry, @sixbynine-da, @kneelbeforeyourdogbabylon, Mx13, and @thescholarlystrumpet - it was a pleasure to write alongside you all!

@goodomensafterdark

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Writers Guild Presents: Only Ever Yours (a smutty Good Omens one shot)

Welp, this is by far the smuttiest thing I've ever written 🥰

CW/tags: explicit sex, Top/Dom Crowley, Sub/Bottom Aziraphale, femme Aziraphale, Aziraphale is a brat, human AU, office/desk sex, sex roleplay, rough sex, rough oral sex, exhibitionism kink, blow jobs, vaginal sex - please see AO3 for many, many more tags!

Summary:

After a stressful day at work, office manager Azira needs a way to unwind. Thankfully, her darling Crowley knows exactly how to take care of her (clue: it's office sex and some secretary roleplay)

Excerpt:

Azira bowed her head, settling herself into the armless chair and noting with some pleasure that, from this distance of a few feet back, Crowley could observe her whole body, all the way down to her heels.

“Good,” he announced, leaning forward with his arms resting on the desk, and she felt the electricity in the air caressing her as he dragged his gaze up and down her. “Now,” he wondered idly, “maybe you’d like to show me how you might help me relax?”

Azira giggled. “Oh, dear,” she sighed, “I believe I said I could think of ways to help relieve your stress - that’s not quite the same as relaxing.” She took a moment to glance up at him through her lashes, dripping sin into her voice as she added, “At least, not the way I’d do it.”

Continue reading on AO3!

Thank you so much to my wonderful beta readers @naturallyteal @playdohangel and @sakascal - thanks also to @whickberstreetwriters and @goodomensafterdark 💜