Spice for Flavor

(MERRY CHRISTMAS @smutkeeper!!!!! I'm really quite excited about sharing this story as I had so much fun diving into this one. It's a holiday horror story! It's a Christmas romance! It's absolutely inspired by Guillermo Del Toro MOFU romance prowess, and I had so much fun getting to dive in! Seeing the suggested gift ideas I received, I knew exactly what I was going to do for this one and I'm so happy to share the fruits of that labor! Thank you to @goodomensafterdark for the opportunity to participate in another holiday exchange, to @ireallyneedmoretea for beta'ing, and to S_keeper, the prompt ideas. I hope you enjoy it so much!!! )

The Søslange Bride

By: ElysiumLeo

Rating: E

CW for story: INSPIRED BY DANISH FOLKLORE, A semi-realistic depiction of an historical shipwreck (no graphic injuries or deaths shown, only brief mentions of casualties), Senses of Impending Dread and Doom, Near Death by Drowning, Cosmic horror elements (no body or graphic horror), Can Aziraphale decide between being terrified, and attracted to the giant snake? Not in the slightest, Depictions of shame, guilt, and worthlessness, MOFU Smut (Heed AO3 tags and warnings), Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary:

In the year 1811, Christmas arrives in treachery for Aziraphale Faoloen as he finds himself trapped aboard the sinking ship St George. Faced with the mortal peril of all sailors lost before him, Aziraphale prays to the sea itself for mercy, promising his vow of devotion to any god that would listen to spare the lives of the men aboard.

But no spirit answers the call of the sailor, and God is not listening on the day of His Son's birth. What does answer, however, is the might of a creature known only in tales of old folk stories. A terrifying, cosmic being of primordial beauty and danger.

As Aziraphale finds himself faced with the knowledge that his vow to the sea must be kept, for the first time in his unremarkable existence, Aziraphale wonders if every step he has taken in his life has led him to this single, irrevocable choice. And with that choice, he discovers at last, what the meaning of miracles are to a man who lost faith long ago, and that prayers can be answered in the most unlikely of places.

Excerpt:

All sounds seemed to cease as Aziraphale craned his neck up to the demonic entity that towered above him. The søslange was as still as a statue, water running from its shimmering iridescent black and vermillion scales. Around the great beast's head stood a large frill of spines and fins that looked sharp enough to slice through stone, and as the beast huffed a deep, bone-crumbling growl, the massive maw opened to reveal rows of razor-sharp teeth, larger than Aziraphale’s torso and deadly enough to devour giants. 

The splashing of the water that cascaded back into the pool was hardly loud enough to dull the reverberating snarls that escaped the monster’s jaws. Lowering its head, it levelled those devilish eyes at him with sharp slits of black in the golden irises. With the intensity of that stare, Aziraphale found himself frozen, shocked by the sheer magnitude of the creature’s size, and awed by the cosmic power that seemed to radiate from it.

It was the eyes that mesmerised him where he stood. Harkening from the fading memory of his dreams, it was the gold that he remembered drawing him in with promises he could scarcely understand. They were bright, calculating, intelligent eyes that held mysteries and wonder in them. Like twin beacons of hypnotic beauty, they swirled with the wisdom of years long past, bottomless vortices of an ancient one that knew too much and drove lesser deserving souls mad with that knowledge. 

For Aziraphale, however, he found himself momentarily enthralled by the sight of the monster that ruled over the waters. Feeling so small in its presence, the name Jörmungandr came back to him again, and a wild mania overcame him as he realised he truly was staring into the face of a god beyond imagination. He felt seen in those golden eyes in a way he’d never felt before, and with unbridled loss of control, he felt the urge to reach out and touch the creature, to welcome it and allow it to take him wherever it so desired in the universe, if he just asked it to be so...

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IT'S WINTER SALE TIME BABY!!

For @starlightdreamerstar and the Nice and Accurate Network

‼️BONUS! NO! ROSE! AND! LINEART‼️⬇️

Who wants some juicy cake to start the weekend? I had the pleasure to work with the wonderful sensiblesquirrels for the GOAD Cake Bang event! You can see a SFW version of my art in this post - for the full NSFW version, go to AO3! @goodomensafterdark

Rating: Explicit

CW/TW: A little bit of misunderstandings and jealously, followed by a lot of fluff and smut (both the fic and art!).

Word count: 6616

Summary: Crowley and Aziraphale live together in their cottage in the South Downs. When Crowley gives Aziraphale some space for his interior design project, the angel realises that he's not prepared to share Crowley's attention. Good thing the demon knows exactly how to show the angel that he always comes first for him.

Excerpt: “You’ve really outdone yourself,” Crowley said, wrapping his arms around Arizaphale’s belly from behind once more. “Good eye for details. The telescope is gorgeous.”

Aziraphale preened and put his hands on Crowley’s arms. “I’m so glad you like it.”

“I do. And I’ve been wondering.” Crowley’s voice got lower and a little breathy and that alone did things to the angel. “Have you also planned where exactly you want to be fucked for the first time in here?”

I hope you all have a lovely day today!

What a crazy start to the year. I can’t tell you how bad I struggled to do anything! And I’m still kind of struggling.

Anyway, Dirty Donkey Gang over at Sendarya’s discord did a Valentine’s Day prompt! Not only is there art, but we got cosplay, a song and fic (angsty one too)

I hope you enjoy!

Dirty Donkey Ineffable Valentines

Full view on ao3 or BlueSky

slightly nsfw

• A Nightingale sang in Berkeley Square • (page 4, and I don't thing my poor fragile heart can handle to go on)

🔥

WHY do I do this to myself? My poor heart can't handle it😭✨ (I'm proud of the shoes btw)