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Ineffable Kinktober 2023
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Published:
2023-09-30
Completed:
2023-11-01
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34,524
Chapters:
31/31
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155
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195
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Ineffable Kinktober 2023 Ficlets and some Drabbles

Summary:

I'm joining the Ineffable Kinktober with a collection of Ficlets and sometimes Drabbles, one for each prompt.
Various Crowley/Aziraphale scenes in different settings, the chapters are all seperate from each other. Pronouns and relationship dynamic will change from chapter to chapter.
I set the Rating to Explicit because there will be some chapters that are explicit, but some will be not.

I don't have tags or content warning in individuals chapters, unless it's something that I'd consider especially sensitive.

Notes:

It's the 1950's and Crowley has a thing for lace. [Double Drabble]

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1: Gloves

Chapter Text

“Crowley! Are you hearing what I’m saying?”
Crowley eyes snapped up, looking at the angel’s face.
No, he had indeed not heard anything, Aziraphale was saying. He was too focused on watching her hand movements – or rather the fine, white lace gloves, that the angel was wearing that night. Those gloves that made his inside spike up in flames, hot shivers running down his spine. He swallowed, lowered his sunglasses and fixed his eyes on Aziraphale’s, his yellow irises sparkling with a certain desire, who in return let her mouth fall open in a slight “o” shape, before tilting her head, smirking knowingly.
“Go on, then.”, she said and put one hand in the middle of the little bar table.
Crowley’s heart rate went up, as he, while never leaving her gaze, gently took her hand into his, brought it forward to his face and sank his lips onto the lace, putting a quick kiss on the back of her hand. The angel softly sighed and slowly batted her thick eyelashes, holding the other hand slightly up in the air, ready to snap.
“Bookshop?”
Crowley held his breath a moment, before answering.
“Bookshop.”
Not a second later they were gone.