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He comes as everything you've ever wished for by HiDevilLovesYou
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
20 Aug 2019
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Aziraphale knows he loves Crowley. He’s been painfully aware for some time now. But he’s also aware of the reason why Crowley stays by his side - he just wants to tempt him into falling.
Or: In which Aziraphale finally crashes his 2 brain cells together after the Armage-Diddly-Don’t, and he realises he’s been stupid for centuries.
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John knew there wasn’t any turning back. There hadn’t been for a while. Not when there was this growing, dangerous want simmering just beneath the surface, threatening to boil over.
It went beyond the flirting over comms, the way Ghost and Soap had one another’s backs.
It went beyond the sparring sessions that left John pent up and frustrated, moaning Simon’s name the moment he was back in the safety of his room as he stroked his achingly hard cock to release.
“Because, you haven’t fucked me yet,” John told him. “Must be too afraid, huh?”
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John is all bare skin and brimming heat against him, pressed flush and unapologetic. His fingers curl back, gripping Simon’s thigh, nails digging in just enough to leave a mark against the soaked denim. A fucking mark, a claim that makes Simon's head spin. "The fuck are you doing, MacTavish?" Simon grits, voice rough, frayed at the seams.
The man hums, a slow, deliberate roll of his hips that sends a sharp bolt of pleasure down the length of Simon's spine. His breath stutters, a jagged inhale at the pressure against his cock.
"The fuck does it look like, Lieutenant?"
"Brat," Simon hisses, fingers curling into the man's damp mohawk, a swift tug as he pulls John's head back toward his chest, those blue eyes clouded with a wicked intent.
"Yeah?" His voice is rough, teasing, Simon’s grip bruising tight on his waist. "And what the fuck are you going to do about it?"
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21 Mar 2026
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And in that pulse of light John sees him.
A man wearing a dark hood stands at the end of the hallway, massive and hulking, larger than any human should be. His shoulders rise and fall, slow and steady and John knows whoever this man is — he’s no soldier. There’s an underlying motion to him, a twitch that has John reaching for the pistol that he doesn’t have, warning bells going off in his mind.
The light sputters once more, and the figure is shifting, the slightest incline of his head as if he’s just realized John was behind him. But something is — different, the light seeming to catch on more than one shape at once.
“Identify your —” but words fail him as the figure turns further, John able to get a peek of what lies beneath the hood, the harsh light catching on the edge of a white skull mask. Haunting and familiar and John feels his breath catch sharp in his chest.
“Simon.”
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21 Mar 2026
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It was a dream, John flying out to London to meet with the team, Price explaining that he would get his in-house editors working on the project, that revisions and such usually took a few months. But everything was handled for him, the cover artist, the designs for the physical book itself, social media promotions. Everything.
And John didn’t even have words for how excited he was.
He glances at the name of the editor one more time, brows furrowed as he tries to remember who the fuck Ghost is. He met a ton of people at the office the other day, John Price welcoming him with open arms before introducing him to his team, a small group, and yet John knows he would remember the name of this person.
Seeing as it really wasn’t a name at all.
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