#darlingred

Here’s a few!

indelible by greased_lightning_rod (E)

Crowley hiccups. It turns into a burp. “Angel,” he repeats, and if it sounds soppy, well, what do you expect. Crowley is three winds—sheets—anyway he’s shitfaced. It’s not like Aziraphale doesn’t know Crowley’s in love with him. It’s not like it’s a secret. It’s not like Crowley hasn’t lived with the mortification of being known down to the molecule every day for six thousand years.

Why is he here again? Oh yes.

“I need your help.”

*

It turns out glitter is miracle-proof and, also, that it itches. Crowley needs some help preening. He gets a bit more than he bargained for.

These Captive Stars by darlingred (E)

Over the centuries Aziraphale learned many things about the human form, as well as his own, and among his lessons was this: most humans do not have thighs so exquisitely sensitive as his.

(Aziraphale has very sensitive inner thighs. Crowley finds out, and things get smutty but also incredibly sappy.)

anywhere you want to go by leaveanote (E)

Several years into married life, Crowley asks his husband to fulfill a fantasy.

To reimagine one of the nights Aziraphale turned him down, on a Soho street in the 1960s. Only this time, Aziraphale gets back in the car, because he wants Crowley more than he can resist.

"I'm going to hold you down and fuck you," Aziraphale murmurs, "until you can't ever forget how much I love you."

       He had found her asleep on a dewy patch of grass beneath the willow tree. Her dirty, delicate features were framed by short, mussed hair the color of blood. She had clearly been through an ordeal, and had his senses not been so keen, he might have mistook her for dead. 

        Careful not to touch her, he knelt beside her slumbering form. She was not from around here, that was for certain. Her clothes were of a style he’d never seen: The skirt of her dress was far shorter than was the norm and in triangular sections, and the dress itself was black and golden with a feathered collar that dipped dangerously low, her midriff adorned with a large, upside-down triangle. Leggings covered her legs up until about mid-thigh, and her black and gold boots stopped just short of her knees. She was wrapped in a dark blue coat, which was now dirtied and soaked due to where she lay. 

          She didn’t seem hurt, near as he could tell, but it felt wrong to just leave her here. There were wolves about, and she could very well freeze if she didn’t get into something warmer soon. Temperatures were low so close to Mistpeak, and would drop even further come nightfall. The very least he could do was wake her up, make sure she was alright. 

They had called it disciplinary action. A decision made to save both time and face.  He saw it as an excuse to get away from that damn space station, seeing no point in staying aboard Helios when most of his privileges were revoked. Jack had thought the punishment he’d earned extreme-- in his mind all he had done was commandeer a unused Hyperion satellite, re-configuring it to serve his own purposes during his tenure spent observing Pandora for the company. It in no way deserved a suspension-- and yet that was what he had been served with.

It was a sour loss to accept, especially when he realised how him being caught red handed would delight that rat Tassiter. All the work he had conducted, with little to show for his efforts. That needed to change, not only to help his reputation recover in the eyes of his employers. And so, deciding a change of scenery, Jack gathers up what few possessions he has and heads down to the hanger bay, bribing the guard to let him borrow one of the ships parked there on the pretence of returning it soon. Not only would Jack not do this, by the time he had finished using the vessel it would be reduced to a pile of scrap on a distant world.

As for what that same very same destination would be, he remained undecided, frowning at the projection of a star map as he takes a seat in the ship’s flight deck, ready to depart. From the list of options available, the majority of planets that he could see boasted inhospitable climates, being either a frigid hell or a blazing nightmare. Once he eliminated the negative matches however, he was left with two dozen or so planets to choose from, all existing in solar systems that his current craft could be pushed to travel to. Thinking this sample still too large, he applies one last filter to it, in the hopes of returning a particular match: planets that had the potential to house the mythical Vaults of legend. 

Initiating the launch sequence, he places his fate in luck’s hands, deciding on a whim to feed the few sets of coordinates that are retrieved from his filtered search into the ship’s flight navigator, leaving the on-board computer to choose which destination to visit first. With that done, the ship’s landing gear retracts, thrusters kicking in to bear the craft aloft as the main engine started to cycle, building charge. Letting his fingers whisk over the switches and dials that surrounded him, Jack pulls up a screen that presents him with one last look of Helios. The sight manages to annoy him more than it should. Knowing that he was not wanted back here until his suspension had expired causes the frown he wears to become a grimace. All they did was hold him back anyway, turning a deaf ear and a blind eye to the numerous opportunities he had tried to bring to their attention.

// Imagine that happening around Red for the first time and she just ducks and hides thinking it's something sneaking up on them. Casp just looks around to see her peeking from a bush with a O_O face.

God that would be embarrassing for him too :’D He startles birds when creaking his neck at times!

Strong winds churn the sands of The Dust, battering the jagged rock formations and cliffs. The arid wastes constituted bandit territory, a haven for scavengers and thieves alike. It should’ve remained beneath his notice - useful only as a place to pass through on the way to Lynchwood - had a recent development not caught his easily won attention. 

“Rghhh! Where the hell is it?!” Venting his frustrations aloud, Hyperion’s resident tyrant trudged a path through the shifting ground, cresting one dune after another in his travels. At first glance, he appeared to be alone, unaccompanied by any personnel of either the human or robotic kind. But then, with Helios at his command, there wasn’t a need to flaunt any fear inspiring forms of dissuasion -- reputation and history had already placed him on a relatively untouchable pedestal. 

After roaming around in circles for what felt to him like hours, Jack lets his irritation get the better of him, pulling to a halt beneath the shadows of a particular large outcrop of rock jutting into the sky. Placing a hand against the cool stone, he lowers his gaze to his watch as a hologram of a map is projected from it. “C’monnn. I know reports had indicated that the anomaly was somewhere nearby - it couldn’t be that much further, right?” Addressing no-one in particular, his thoughts came forth in a rush, braving the dangers of the desert to track down an unusual blip on Hyperion’s scanners. 

‘Always be on your guard’, they said. ‘Donot let any foul beast catch you by surprise’, they said. Instructors and olderknights would weave all sorts of unbelievable and terrifying tales about allkinds of beasts to be afraid of…. and yet all those warnings could never haveprepared him for this sort of danger.

One very small redhead.

“What in the flames…?!” A pair of armsclamped around his middle as he was about to finish fastening his greaves. Asurprisingly strong grip, for such slender arms and dainty hands – something heonly noticed after they startedtugging on him fiercely.

It was unclear what the maiden was tryingto achieve, but she was extremelysuccessful in thoroughly unbalancing him.

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