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    Trapped on an alien planet, in an ice age thousands of years before the Federation even exists, Spock finds himself falling apart. Back on the ship, Kirk fears his relationship with his first officer might never be the same.

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    That which doesn't kill you can make you really weird in bed, and for a demon like Crowley who can be messily discorporated with no real lasting consequences to himself that line in the sand extends even further.

    Over the years he deals with the trauma of the Fall and his unrequited love for a certain beautiful angelic bastard in perhaps not the most healthy of ways, but Crowley is very much of the opinion that when the alternative is fucking up your relationship with your best friend forever you get creative, even if that means getting off by letting yourself be discorporated by natural disasters. It's not an ideal situation, but after pining for said best friend for almost as long as the world has existed, trying to work up the courage to confess that he loves him is bad enough, let alone that he would really like it if the angel did some appalling holy things to his decidedly unholy person.

    It's a dark and stormy night a week or so after the averted End of the World when Aziraphale finds out.

     

    Written for the Good Omens Big Bang 2019.

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    “Butterflies,” Crowley says, apropos of nothing.

     

    “Butterflies?” Aziraphale repeats with an owlish blink. They’ve been drinking for a solid seven hours now, and have been sitting in comfortable silence for about three. Crowley is currently half-melted into a lazy sprawl of black along the whole length of the Chesterfield.

     

    “Yeah. It’s like butterflies,” he says with a satisfied sort of nod. As if he’s threaded a particularly difficult needle of language. As if he’s found a clever answer to a question.

     

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    In which an angel and a demon have a perfectly normal conversation.

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    ‘This is- put me down,’ Crowley demands, more forcefully this time. He attempts to roll out of Aziraphale’s arms, and the grip on him only tightens. Aziraphale is like iron, except with an extremely cuddly outer layer that smells like a sea breeze and expensive cologne. One of his arms is under Crowley’s leg and gripping his thigh. The other is around Crowley’s back, holding him close enough to- well. Close.

    The phrase “bridal style” flutters through Crowley’s mind and he attempts to clamp down on it furiously.

     

    After the Apocalypse, Crowley senses Demons coming, and manages to hide himself and Aziraphale inside a nearby church for safety. He probably should have thought this through.

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