Ineffable Husbands Bingo

My first square fill for the @ineffablehusbandsbingo

Rating: Teen

Warnings: Mild depictions of blood/gore

Words: 3840

Square filled: Future

Title:  Blurred Vision Pairing:  Tony Teninch/Ezra Fell Rating:  General Audiences Summary:  Tony is hurt by on-set carelessness, and Ezra is ready to draw blood. Notes:  “It’s my job to look after you.”  Ineffable Husbands Bingo.  Yes, this is in the Porn Stars universe.  No, it’s not remotely porny.  Catch the next one! Word Count: 3858

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Rating: E Triggers/warnings: None Additional tags: Top Aziraphale, Aziraphale Has A Vulva, Praise Kink, Clothing Kink, Endytophilia, Aftercare, Undressing, Established Relationship, Couch Sex, Couch Cuddles Mod tag: @ineffablehusbandsbingo Word Count: 3796 Fill: Top!Aziraphale Summary:  Aziraphale has a plan. It involves Crowley naked and Aziraphale less so.

Aziraphale might be sure of his feelings, but he soon realizes that there was much that he never knew about Crowley….

 -Rating: Teen

-Warnings: heavy angst, suicidal thoughts, mentions of violence and death. This one is definitely darker, folks….

-Words: 3292

-Prompt filled: “I believe in you.”

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The title says it all pretty much.

As of right this moment, the sign ups for the Ineffable Husbands Bingo are officially open - and they will be until the 10th of August, so do not miss your change.

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The last of Agnes Nutter’s prophecies is deciphered and Aziraphale has a plan. But that is just the beginning of the revelations he and Crowley must sort through.

-Rating: Teen

-Warnings: canon compliant angst and brief mentions of violence

-Words: 4206

-Prompt filled: First kiss

@ineffablehusbandsbingo @tricksterarchangelgabriel

The title says it all pretty much.

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My first prompt for @ineffablehusbandsbingo!

This is a fill for “Post-Armageddon”.

Rating: T

Word Count: 1703

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The sight of a puddle of demon clothes lying on the floor is a tad too visceral for Aziraphale. “Oh, Crowley,” he says, trying to breathe all his regret into those words. “Shit, that’s right. Ligur. Sorry.” The clothes disappear and Crowley puts his hand to Aziraphale’s back, a feather-light touch just to get him moving again, and gestures with his other hand past a room with a fancy desk and not much else. Down a dark corridor, they reach a small, sparsely-decorated den; it contains little except for a black leather couch and a coffee table. Well, there’s a book on the coffee table. Now probably isn’t the time for playful teasing about it, however. Just as Aziraphale starts to contemplate how dark it is in here, a couple more lights pop on from somewhere near the ceiling, and the place takes on the atmosphere of a warmly-lit cave. Crowley watches with tired eyes as Aziraphale settles on the couch, then goes off to some undefined Other Room.

“You all right there?” Crowley calls not twenty seconds later. “It’s more that I’m…sad,” Aziraphale says, still obsessing over the clothes. “That pile could have been you.” He gives himself permission to trail off here. Everything is too raw. The feelings buzz around in his head, impossible to attach to words, too charged with millennia of denial and drenched in grief to sort through right now. “Could’ve been the whole planet, but it’s not,” Crowley answers easily, on his way back with two appropriately-filled glasses. It’s just for decorum’s sake. This will not be an event for letting loose, or he’d have brought the entire bottle out here.

Title:  When Hell Freezes over Pairing;  Crowley/Aziraphale Rating:  NC-17 Summary:  Fellie is a well-known dom who does cam sessions for loads of cash.  Enter AJ Teninch, the porn world’s most notoriously natural bottom.  Somebody at H&H Productions has the bright idea to put them together, without knowing that Fellie and Teninch are, um, rather well-acquainted. Notes:  Fellie = Ezra Fell.  AJ Teninch = Anthony J. Crowley.  And no, he’s glad to tell you that’s not an exaggeration.  He even carries a tape measure to prove it.  Porn Star AU for IneffableHusbandsBingo  Any resemblance to other characters is purely intentional.  This AU might be revisited in future works because I’m a little bit in love with it. Word Count: 2619

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens) Additional Tags: First Time Doing That, Crowley Has Feelings, that night, Crowley’s Flat (Good Omens), Jealous Crowley (Good Omens), Body Swap, Sharing a Body, Supernatural Biology, hand holding, nervous Aziraphale, Sensuality, Hardcore Cuddling Summary:

Crowley stared directly at him, just stared at him with those beautiful golden eyes. There had been light touches before, the shake of a hand, the barest brush of fingers, the more deliberate holding of hands on the way back from Tadfield. None of those held nearly the same weight as to what he asked of Crowley now. Crowley nodded, just once, but it was enough. He reached over to tentatively trace the tattoo on the side of Crowley’s face.

Crowley sauntered into the studio with his usual style and stopped dead just as he crossed the soundstage threshold. Without looking away from the vision on the other side of the mocked-up room, Crowley reached out and snared a passing camera operator. “Who,” he demanded, quiet but fervent, “is that?”

“A. Z. Fell,” said Chalky, cooly plucking Crowley’s hand off their jacket like a piece of trash. “Goes by the rather pretentious stage name Aziraphale.”

Crowley had heard of Aziraphale, of course. Had watched several of his films, quite avidly. But he looked different in person.

Everyone looks different in person, of course, but most people look more mundane away from the soft lights and filtered lenses and makeup. Aziraphale was the opposite. He’d been gorgeous in the films, soft and sweet and tantalizingly innocent. In the flesh, he was ethereally beautiful, radiating a sense of peace. Of love.

Crowley had reacted to his fellow actors in many ways, ranging from pure indifference to raging lust. He’d co-starred with one or two guys who’d made him want to punch them in their insufferable faces. He’d worked opposite a few who’d made him want to take them apart in all the best ways.

He’d never before looked at another porn star and wanted to swaddle them in blankets and bring them cups of hot cocoa.

“Huh.” Crowley slithered through the set and inserted himself into the conversation Aziraphale was having with the costumer, Sable. “Hello there,” he purred, offering a hand. “I understand we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” He waggled his eyebrows ridiculously. It was best, he’d found, to break any ice early on.

“Oh! Mr. Crowley,” Aziraphale said happily, seizing Crowley’s hand in a warm, firm grip. “I’m so very delighted to meet you.” He looked looked Crowley over, head to toe, not bothering to disguise the appraisal. “You’re rather taller than I expected, somehow. But even more devilishly handsome. I’m sure we’ll get on like a house afire.”

Was that a “hot” joke? It wasn’t actually possible for someone to be that sincere, was it? “It’s… it’s just Crowley,” he returned, a little lamely. “No mister needed. Unless you’re into that sort of thing, of course.” There, that had returned him to his usual form.

“Speaking of fires,” Sable interrupted, “let’s get you to wardrobe, Crowley.”

“Yeah? And what’s this week’s thin veneer over the fucking, then?”

Aziraphale’s face lit up, looking delighted. “It will be ever so fun!” he enthused. “We’re to be an angel and a demon!” He leaned in quite close, his lips brushing Crowley’s ear, and whispered. “I can’t wait for you to corrupt me.”