#david tennant fic

[ishomieokay]

❝No Pretty Woman Here❞ (Ch.2)

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pairing: crowley x aziraphale

✰ +18 tags//warnings - prostitution, sex worker!crowley, rich!aziraphale, unresolved sexual tension, minor character death, enemies-to-lovers, mutual pining, recreational drug use, past drug addiction, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, angst with a happy ending, more detailed tags on ao3.

✰ summary: Anathema has always been Crowley’s closest confidant, but when the eccentric and impossibly wealthy Mr. Fell enters his life, everything starts to change. As Crowley edges closer to a world far removed from theirs, Anathema can’t help but wonder, is this the escape he’s been searching for—or just some rich asshole playing with her friend's heart?

Or, the Sex Work AU no one asked for. Read on AO3.

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[valaryswrites]

hi there!! may i ask for an alec fluff? anything you have in mind i'll be more than happy to read <3 thanks!

🪐 where you end up in alec’s flat after a birthday dinner, with a bottle of beer and some excuses

warnings: just fluff, mentions of alcohol and lots of shy-ish giggles. english is not my mother language. gender neutral reader

"Listen, I…” he sighed, nervous. “I saw you looking at me, I looked at you… pretty much all night.” He cleared his throat. “I was thinking… maybe you… want to go to my place?”

That’s what he asked you a few minutes ago. That.

It was Ellie Miller’s birthday and she organized a little gathering at her place. You were there, and Hardy was there as well.

During hours you would glance at Alec and find him staring back at you. But it was impossible to know if it was a look of curiously, kindness, anger, desire or anything similar; his glances were difficult to decipher.

But there you were now, sitting on a couch at his place. A tiny flat, poorly illuminated; you could barely see him.

You were sharing a single bottle of beer, making your fingers casually brush against each other every time. That made him euphoric.

“I didn’t expect you to accept coming over.” He confessed awkwardly after taking a sip.

“Why not?” You asked him, with a soft smile. He had one too; but his was a more nervous one. Shy.

Seeing you giggle made him feel slightly more comfortable. He took a bigger sip from the bottle and continued talking, begging his mouth to let out normal phrases and words.

"Well," He said, looking down a little bit shyly. He was never good at talking to people, much less in a situation like this one. "I… guess I was just a little surprised. You know, me and you… we don't… talk that much… usually."

“We talk at work.” You lifted a brow, but that little smirk on your face was present.

“But we talk about work.” He reminded you.

You nodded, realizing that was true. Of course it was. Now you were a little more courageous than ever, but at the station… not really. Not towards him, at least.

He handed you the bottle.

“So…” you gulped. “Why did you invite me over?”

Ah, that was obvious. But you wanted to hear it from him, and he knew he had to be honest, sincere.

"Well, as I said… I was looking at you, you were looking at me, and I felt like… I'm not usually the type of man who does this,” Hardy admitted, his breathing a little shaky. God, he was really nervous.

“Does what, exactly?” You chuckled. You were being open, friendly, even flirtatious. A little nervous, yes, but brave enough to look right into his eyes and ask the questions.

“The type of man that invites someone pretty over to his horrible apartment to have a drink in private.” He answered, followed by a chuckle as well but for the first time during hours he didn’t stutter.

“Someone pretty, huh?” You teased, handing him the bottle of beer again.

He immediately got embarrassed. Of course he did.

"Don't make me repeat it…" He mumbled, taking the bottle in his hands and looking at it, just to avoid your teasing eyes. “It doesn’t… sound good, me saying it?” He asked, starting to feel his heart pounding rapidly inside his body.

“No, no, it does.” You assured him quickly. You knew Alec Hardy was shy and reserved, and that meant you had to make him feel good. Because he was, indeed, good. “It’s just that… I mean, you never flirted with me before.”

Hardy smiled softly, glad that you didn’t find it weird.

"That’s because I never felt like I had a chance with you." he admitted, letting an embarrassed laugh escape. "I work with you. I can’t go around flirting with you and acting like… you know, a fool. It wouldn’t be appropriate."

“Well, I’ve flirted with you many times. I’m not sure you noticed.” You informed, now taking the bottle off his hands. He smiled at that.

“I…” He blinked a few times, nervous again. “I guess I never noticed, no.” a little sigh escaped from his throat. One of regret, maybe. “I mean, I definitely noticed tonight, though.”

Again, he reached out and took the bottle off your hands. Then, the detective took a sip, not breaking eye contact. Now he was making you feel nervous.

He was getting comfortable with you. Jackpot.

“I guess we both know why we ended up here.” You said with courage, licking your lips unconsciously when you saw him licking the remains of the beer that were wetting his lips.

“Do we?” Hardy chuckled.

You took the bottle. Again. Seemed like a little game, like a little fight over some beer. An excuse to touch hands.

“I think we do.” You nodded a few times slowly, enough to convince him.

Alec looked down to his feet and then back at you. But he couldn’t stand the silence, the tension. That tension he hadn’t felt in years. It made him anxious and even unsure.

Instead of breaking that silence, he decided to take the bottle off your hands again. But you gripped it harder.

When the detective realized that, he frowned. But on the corner of his mouth there was a tiny curve. A smirk.

“Come on, lass. Let it go.” He insisted, trying hard not to blush. The feel of your fingers against his palm was killing him.

You wouldn’t give it up. So he decided to resort to a different approach.

The man stared right into your eyes, and the smirk grew more devious. He pulled the bottle slowly towards him, making you come closer. The couch was getting smaller all of a sudden.

Your knees touched. And he lost it.

Hardy let go of his grip on the bottle just to be able to put his hands on the nape of your neck, making both your heads almost collide against each other. His nose was brushing yours, and your mouth watered.

Without words or questions, he pulled you into a kiss. It was soft at first, although it grew sloppy and wet quickly. In his head, the detective was screaming at himself to be patient; it was his first kiss after a long, long time.

Tongues intertwined and a bottle of beer in between your bodies, you both learned to relax and give in slowly, letting the passion accommodate.

Once the kiss was over and some soft panting appeared while your foreheads touched, you spoke;

“That bottle… it’s been empty for ten minutes.” You whispered barely audible, with a soft laughter.

“I know.” Hardy admitted.

[missindig0]

CHAPTER 8 is now ready to read! 🎉

The ball is well and truly rolling in organising production schedules for Good Omens; Michael has a lot to iron out in the meantime.

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[RPF!] The ineffable journey, from the casting of Good Omens in 2017 to precisely where are now, covering both David and Michael's experience. 100% a slow-burn; a cacophony of talent, emotion, love and intensity, all wrapped up in a wordy, ongoing AO3 package.

#slowburn #coworkers #developingfriendship #chemistry #conflictedfeelings #angst #comfort #fallinginlove #deepfeelings #GoodOmensFilming

[nipuni]

"I can still feel the weight of her"

A speedpaint video of this will be available at my Patreon on may 1st!

[metalmiez]

Ineffable Husbands, happy together 🖤🤍

„C‘mere, silly angel!“ Crowley grumbled and pulled Aziraphale in a hug that included arms and legs fully wrapped around Aziraphale‘s body, so there was no chance of escape. The joy over the tiny squealing noise the angel gave off should be illegal. No one, especially not a vicious demon like Crowley, should be so pleased with a noise like this. But he was. He indulged it. As his face snuggled into the soft curve of the angel‘s neck, he heard a sigh of defeat and he grinned devilishly.

Oh, what a good demon he was.

„Are you gonna hold on like this for long, my dearest?“

‚My dearest‘. It still felt off to be adressed like this. It shouldn’t feel so good, but it did. The demon hummed in satisfaction as the angel gave in into the touch and leaned his head against Crowley's temple.

"That's quite nice of you to-"

"'m not nice. Don't even know what this word means"

Aziraphale huffed in amusement, wriggled on of his arms free and put his hand on the side of Crowley's face, directly over the tiny snake tattoo that started to tickle in excitement.

"As you say so, darling"

Another pet name. If he had less control over his body, he'd probably blush.

"Grm"

"If you don't mind, I put some water on the boil for a nice cup of tea. So if you let go, this would be very demonic of you", the angel squirmed after some moments of embracing in silence. A little grumble escaped the demon's throat as he lifted his head. Oh, the smug idiot. Aziraphale looked at him like the hundreds of times he tried to politely send the demon away if he got one of 'the really good ones'-book he wanted to read.

Instead of letting go, Crowley rolled his eyes and pressed his lips against the angels soft cheek, lingered in the motion as long as possible, listening to his angel’s silly giggle about the sudden affection. He was happy. He really was.

Everything was like it always had to be.

🌈Happy Pride Month, my fellow Queerdos 🌈

To celebrate this occasion, I had to draw our ineffable Idiots, obviously 😂

They need all the love in S3 ❤���

[theforswornelite]

[viv-spn]

(Human) Crowley’s eyes in “What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding)” by @charlottemadison42

[davidtennan-t]

“I don’t look half bad - if I do say so myself, old man.”

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Ten meeting Fourteen 🤎

[ophelia-writes-fics]

i love everything you do [10th doctor x reader - 18+]

It had all started off innocently enough...

Tags: fem!reader, smut, romantic smut, fluff, multiple orgasms (fem!receiving), praise, lots of praise, the doctor has a praise kink, mild hair pulling (it's 10, i had to), a little bit of gentle biting, bed sharing

Word Count: ~1.4k

CWs/TWs: none, this is super fluffy and sweet :)

It had started off innocently enough. You and the Doctor had been flirting all day. Teasing banter, quick glances, hands brushing every now and again — nothing you hadn’t done a million times before.

The day had been miraculously tranquil. You’d gone and explored the ice caves on some distant planet with a name you couldn’t pronounce, and you two had shared a kiss as you watched the two suns set and the three moons rise over the horizon before climbing back into the TARDIS. 

Somehow, all the flirting and long conversations had escalated, much like they had on several occasions before, and you had ended up bent over the ship’s console with the Doctor’s hands tangled in your hair, getting absolutely fucked out of your mind. 

He pulled your hair, making you whine and arch your back into him, desperate for more. 

“Oh, there’s my girl,” he grinned, leaning forward to plant a kiss on your shoulder. “You love this, don’t you? You’ve practically been begging for it all day, it’s adorable. Although, to be fair…” He snapped his hips forward, one hand moving down to grasp your waist. “You’re not the only one. I’ve been waiting for this for ages.”

You exhaled a laugh followed by a breathy moan. “Oh, c-come on, we did this last night, didn’t we? I haven’t — fuck! — kept you waiting that long, have I?” 

“Well, I suppose not, no,” he responded, sounding almost nonchalant despite being buried as deep in your cunt as he could possibly get. The hand that was clutching your waist wandered upward to toy with your breast. He groaned softly, his pace quickening. “Still, feels like ages when I’ve been waiting all day to have you like this again,” he sighed, pulling you closer so that your back was pressed against his torso, wrapping his arms around you and gently kissing your neck. 

“Such a romantic,” you teased. 

“Mmm, you like it when I get all romantic with you, though, don’t you?” It was a question he knew the answer to well, especially as you practically melted in his arms at the feeling of his lips brushing against your ear. 

You craned your neck, trying to get close enough to kiss him the way you wanted to, but before you could, he quickly pulled out, turned you to face him, and thrust back into you before you could protest. You gazed up at him, eyes practically heart-shaped with adoration. 

“Kiss me,” you murmured, leaning upwards a bit. 

He met you halfway, his soft lips colliding with yours. You choked out a moan as his tongue brushed against your lips, then against your own tongue as you opened your mouth into the kiss, desperate for more of him. He ran his fingers through your hair, hand coming to rest on the side of your face as he kissed you and kissed you for what felt like an eternity, still fucking into you as deep as he could with every thrust.

Your orgasm hit you before you even realized you were close, and you broke the kiss with a gasp, wrapping your arms around his slender shoulders and holding him close. He watched you as you came, drinking in every detail of your face, your voice, the way you moved. He grinned when you looked back at him, that same charming smile that had made you fall head over heels in the first place. 

“God, you’re gorgeous,” he sighed, slowing down to give you time to rest as your orgasm subsided. 

You turned your gaze away, feeling suddenly shy despite your intimate position. “Shut up,” you muttered, smiling, trying to hide the way your face flushed at the praise from him. 

He took your chin in his hand, turning you back towards him. “Never,” he grinned, pulling you in to kiss your forehead. 

You sighed blissfully and leaned into him. “Want to keep going?” 

“Are you sure? It won’t be too much, will it?” 

“I’m not going to break, Doctor. I can take it.” 

“Well, then, if you insist…” He gave you a quick kiss on the nose before pulling out halfway, then slowly starting up his thorough pace again. 

He gasped as you tightened around him, tilting his head back slightly, and you took the opportunity to lean in, running your teeth over a sensitive spot just beneath his jawline. 

You knew every inch of him at this point, but you could never get tired of this - having him deep inside you, body pressed close to yours, your arms around each other. You could never get enough. 

You ran a hand through his hair, tilting your face upward towards his ear to whisper to him. 

“You’re always so good for me, Doctor.” 

Your words immediately had the effect you wanted. He bit his bottom lip, trying unsuccessfully to stifle a groan. 

“God, don’t say that, you’ll make me cum straightaway,” he panted. 

“Why not?” you teased, your nails gently scratching at the nape of his neck, just how he liked it. “You don’t wanna cum? You don’t like hearing how good you are for me? How wonderful you feel inside me? How no one else has ever made me cum as hard as you do, my beautiful, brilliant Doctor?” 

His mouth dropped open with a moan, hands tightening on your waist. “Oh, fuck, please…” he gasped, followed quickly by a whine of your name when you nipped at his earlobe. You could tell he was close, and you could feel your own orgasm building as he fucked you with reverence, his hands still moving restlessly, caressing and clutching at every part of you he could reach. 

“Doctor,” you panted. “I’m close. I want you to cum with me, darling, can you...?” 

He nodded vigorously, too drunk on your praise to catch his breath and answer. One hand moved between the two of you to rub against your clit, the other wrapped around your back, holding you as tightly as he could. His eyes were half-lidded, thoroughly mesmerized at the sight of his cock sliding in and out of your dripping cunt. 

You tugged at his hair, desperate to see his face. His gaze immediately met yours, and anything you were about to say left your mind. 

He was a sight to behold like this, with his hair ruffled from your grasp, his eyes wide and dark with lust, his lips parted and flushed pink from kissing you over and over. The look in his eyes, however, was what made you fall silent. You’d never seen such a lovestruck look on anyone, alien or human, and it made you feel so vulnerable. 

A tidal wave of emotion swelled in your chest as your orgasm hit you, the overwhelming tenderness of the feeling making you tear up.

You clung to him as you came, burying your face in the crook of his neck, an endless stream of "I love you, I love you, I love you" falling from your lips over and over again. He came inside you seconds later, his hands buried in your hair, holding you close, keeping you safe. You saw stars, mind blissfully drifting away into the clouds.

As you both came down from your high, your exhaustion suddenly hit you, your body going limp in his arms. 

“You alright, love?” he murmured, gently rubbing your back. 

You nodded against his chest, eyes closed, the pleasure still overwhelming you. 

“You want me to take you to bed?” 

Again, you nodded, and he gently picked you up, carrying you through the halls of the TARDIS to your bedroom. 

He laid you down softly on your shared bed, tucking you under the blankets before crawling into bed himself. He cradled you close, his tall frame against yours, and pressed a kiss to the crown of your head. 

“I love you,” you murmured sleepily, giving him a warm smile. “You’re so good, Doctor. You really, really are.”

He smiled softly, tucking your hair behind your ear. "Oh, darling, you're wonderful," he sighed.

“Will you stay here? I know you don’t sleep much…” 

“Of course I will, darling,” he whispered, wrapping your hands in his. “I’ll be right here in the morning, hmm? Now let’s get some sleep. We’ve got another day of adventure tomorrow.”

You certainly did. 

A/N: sorry this took forever!!! i promise i'll be more consistent now that the holidays are over :) i'll have some alec smut and/or fluff coming out in the next day or so, but until then, i hope you enjoy this fic! any and all feedback is welcome, and requests are still open, so feel free to like/rb/comment/follow/send in asks/whatever you like! love you all, and thanks again for your patience!

[ivetgo8]

love,love,love!

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Riled Up (Tenth Doctor)

Tenth Doctor x GN!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged (im begging)

Summary: The Doctor grows tired of you trying to work him up.

CW: smut, frottage, closet sex (lmao), the Doctor is jealous, biting, tame dirty talk (imo), thigh riding, gender neutral reader

Doctor Who tag list: @nyxiethesimp @quickslvxrr (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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“Can I ask,” the Doctor says, pulling you down a hallway and into a tight closet. “What- are you doing?” 

He sounds angry. The expression on his face is hard. Eyes wide, mouth pursed into a thin line. You’re almost sure you can see a vein pulsing in his forehead. In his defence, you had been flirting with the ambassador for Pilch. In your defence, however, you’d not been flirting for reasons other than diplomatic strategy. But the Doctor clearly did not like it either way. 

“I’m not doing anything,” you replied indignantly, knowing exactly what you were doing. It had been somewhat of a game for you the last little while. How far can you push him before he snaps? You knew he wanted you, and he knew that you wanted him. You weren’t entirely sure what it was that was holding him back, but you were determined to break that barrier down brick by brick. It just so happened that the one time you weren’t actively trying to turn him on and get him to shag you in the bushes was the one time it apparently seemed to work.

“Bollocks,” he growled, pushing you up against the closet wall. The Doctor crowded into your space, nosing at your jaw and forcing you to raise your chin in submission. You sucked in a breath, hands reaching for his hips as he forced your knees apart and slotted his own between them. “You’re teasing me. You’ve been taunting me for weeks. Is this what you want?” 

The Doctor bit at your jaw, the sharpness of his teeth making you whimper. His hands squeezed at your hips and he rubbed his knee against you. 

“O-oh,” you whimpered before biting your lip to keep the sounds in. 

The Doctor tutted, pulling you into a kiss to make you release your lip as he rubbed your hips over his leg, rolling you against him so that the friction jolted electric pleasure up your spine.

“Want- want to hear you,” he said heavily, eyes dark with lust. “And don’t think I didn’t notice you didn’t answer my question, love.” 

Your hips begin to move of their own accord, working with the push and pull of his warm hands to bring you closer to the edge. Oh, this was not how you were expecting today to go. Not that you were complaining, of course. 

“I- It wasn’t my intention,” you panted, wrapping your arms around him tighter and moaning into his ear. He shivered as the sounds reverberated through his system. “But I can’t say I haven’t been trying to wind y-ngh-you up lately.” You nipped his earlobe to punctuate the point. 

The Doctor rubs his leg up against you harshly, delighting in the moans that fall from your pretty mouth.  

“Mm, see- I think you’re a liar,” he chuckles, gripping particularly tight at your hip. “You want this. You want me to fuck you, don’t you? The Doctor, huh? Bit of an age gap, but I’ll let it slide.” 

One of his hands releases your hip to palm at himself in his trousers. He groans, eyes fluttering shut. 

“Oh-oh- yes, maybe I should do this more often, hm? Maybe,” he trails off, licking a long stripe up the column of your throat. “Maybe I should split you open on my cock? Watch you tire yourself out. I’d like that. Would you like that? Oh, look at that blush. You would, wouldn’t you? You want to split yourself open on the Doctor’s cock.” 

He lets out a breathy laugh as you grind against him harder, getting so close now. 

“That’s it,” he whispers, bouncing his leg up to give you the extra stimulation. “Cum for me- God, please- cum for me.” 

It hits you all at once, the pleasure rippling from your core and through your body. You can feel your muscles spasming as you continue to rut against him, your arms grow tired and heavy and the Doctor laughs as he has to hold you up while your legs twitch with pleasure. 

“That’s it, love- just like that- oh, so good for me, aren’t you? Shh, that’s it. You’re alright, love.” 

The Doctor caresses your hair, holding you up and in his embrace. You’re panting into his shoulder, nerves alight and scorched with pleasure. 

“I don’t think the Ambassador is going to be happy that you took his newest toy,” you panted with a giggle. The Doctor grins that oh-so-charming smile of his. 

“I don’t think I care. Do you?” 

Your exhausted grin splits wider.

“Not really,” you reply. 

“Good.”

[ishomieokay]

❝No Pretty Woman Here❞ (Ch. 1)

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pairing: crowley x aziraphale

✰ +18 tags//warnings - prostitution, sex worker!crowley, rich!aziraphale, internalized homophobia, slurs, heavy drinking, enemies-to-lovers, anxiety disorder, unhealthy relationships, dubious consent, angst with a happy ending, more detailed tags on ao3.

✰ summary: Anathema has always been Crowley’s closest confidant, but when the eccentric and impossibly wealthy Mr. Fell enters his life, everything starts to change. As Crowley edges closer to a world far removed from theirs, Anathema can’t help but wonder, is this the escape he’s been searching for—or just some rich asshole playing with her friend's heart?

Or, the Sex Work AU no one asked for. Read on AO3.

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[gracesimp]

Say It

tenth doctor x fem!reader

Warnings: smut. praise, edging, dom!doctor.

MINORS DNI

First time ever writing smut. oh god.

Summary: After feeling insecure about her body, (previous chubby!reader, but can be read by non-chubby reader I think), the Doctor shows Y/n just how much he loves it.

"Say it." He commands, voice thick. Y/n's mouth stays open as she looks up to the ceiling, her thick thighs wrapped around the Doctor as he thrusts into her pussy. "Now."

"I-I can't." She manages to cry out, eyes closing tightly as the knot in her belly tightens. The Doctor growls, digging his nails into her hips, the mixture of the spark of pain and pure pleasure making her clench around him.

"Be a good girl and say it." He grunts as his hips thrust harder and faster. Y/n moans loudly as he brushes against her clit with every push. The noise is probably enough to wake Rose from down the corridor, but if anything, that just motivates the Doctor more.

"Please, I-" She's on the verge of coming, and he knows, so he slows down.

"Say it!" He yells, his hips slowing to an almost stop, causing a whine of desperation and protest to leave Y/n's lips. "If you don't say it, I won't let you cum."

"Oh, my-" Y/n whimpers, her face heating as she shyly avoids his eyes. He removes one hand from her hip and forcefully turns her head to meet his.

"I'll stop." He threatens.

In an act of desperation as the feeling begins to dissipate with his halted movements, Y/n quickly mutters the words he had been demanding of her since the beginning. Since he kissed her neck, then her belly, then her thighs. When he mumbled while sucking her clit, to now as he demands her to say it as he pushes into her so deep. "I'm perfect."

To taunt her further, he leans down, still refusing to move his hips as his cock was buried in her soaking sex. "Couldn't hear you."

"I'm perfect!" She screams. Begs. He smirks, finally satisfied as he begins to move again, causing a gasp to leave both of their lips.

"That's it," He praises softly, giving her a quick kiss before resuming to his vigorous thrusting. "such a good girl. Well done, my angel. And you know what happens to good girls, don't you?" He teases, their skin slapping and headboard banging filling the room. "They get rewarded."

With that, he uses his fingers to rub her clit as he fucks her. She moans loudly, tits bouncing with every hard plunge of his cock deep into her. "Cum for me, angel." He whispers, the feeling of her clenching around him urging him to his own release. "Fuck, angel, cum for me, you can do it."

[maines]

“Afraid you’ll fall in love with me?” Aziraphale finally relinquished his grip on the basin to playfully rap a knuckle against the white marble. “Yes, something like that.”

» GOOD OMENS FANFICTION SERIES (1/?) ↳ big name feelings by @mrghostrat (read here)

@pscentral event 24: team tools art credit: [1] [2] emotes ios template discord template by @danesdehaan supercorp fanfic series

[crowleys-hips]

listen, whatever you do, do not imagine, after they have reunited, made up, and confessed feelings, do not imagine them teary eyed and crashing into a slow, passionate kiss as the music swells, Aziraphale wrapping his arms around Crowley's neck to pull him closer and Crowley squeezing his waist, and then the camera slowly pans down and all we see is a chainmail scarf being thrown on the floor followed by a tartan bowtie. i repeat, do not imagine it.

[metalmiez]

If we dare

“You are safer than anywhere else. I promise. That’s what friends do. They take care of each other.”

Aziraphale wanted to say so much more. His feelings – the feelings that he had become aware of so recently – had started to bubble over, threatening to overwhelm him, to break out of him and do something stupid. Something forbidden. He had to stop. He had to retreat. Now. Whatever he was thinking, it wouldn’t make anything easier. As his doubts and his common sense finally started to take over, Crowley put a spoke in his wheel.

The angel watched as Crowley made a familiar gesture with his left hand, and suddenly, the little dust speckles around them stopped whirling, the faint sounds of the city outside fell silent. His arm brushed Aziraphale’s as his hand reached out for the angel’s face, softly caressing his cheek with a thumb, while taking a step closer.

Something had changed in the demon’s expression, turned his tense face soft and smoothing out his features. It sent a spike of anxiety, but also of anticipation down Aziraphale’s spine.

“I thought I have lost you for a moment,” Crowley quietly admitted, in the safety of the little frame he bought them, where time didn’t exist, his fingertips resting on the angel’s face. The honesty in his voice and the deepness in his gaze made Aziraphale shiver. Never had he seen Crowley so unmasked before, his eyes so clear and vulnerable – no hidden meanings behind his words, just straight forward emotional honesty.

“I won’t go anywhere without you,” Aziraphale promised softly.

This little snippet is part of my One Shot "If we dare" <3

Feel free to check it out <3