Guardian Omens

Guardian Omens

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Good Omens
♡ Angel and Demon worth protecting ♡ :-:-:-: Deolziel was once a reputable Guardian Angel, respected and honoured. Fired from her duty for more than a century, she thought she'll never be appointed to protect and guide any soul ever again. Until one day, there's a quiet little messy bookshop in London Soho and there's a shiny Bentley parked in front of it. A couple of wine bottles and a few shedded feathers. Deolziel was put back on Guardian duty and it's not as easy as dealing with humans. Two angels, one demon, a dark past, many wine bottles, and a baby rubber plant who usually shakes in fear. Wonder what could happen.
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Their kiss continued, brutal and hot. Aziraphale suddenly remembered how his arms worked circled them around the demon's waist pulling him closer. Crowley broke off the kiss with a sharp inhale and moved his head to rest against the angel's. "Tell me to leave, angel." Raw need vibrated through the demon's voice. He pressed his forehead against Aziraphale's. His hands trembled as they cradled the angel's face. He took another ragged breath. "You don't want to do this! You don't want this from me!" Now it was Aziraphale's turn to take a inhale deeply. Their mouths were so close that their breath mingled. He could feel heat from the demon, from their pressed foreheads, down his chest, to his groin. He drained away the minor alcohol in his system and let cold, hard clarity wash over him. This was...dangerous. This was wild and thoughtless. Hedonistic. This should stop. That would be for the best. Safe. Sane. Responsible. "No" Aziraphale's voice ghosted the word. Then bolder, louder, steadier "Stay, please. I want this." He clasped his hands against the demon's and tipped his head back to meet Crowley's eyes. "I want you."

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