Don't Fall Away From Me

Don't Fall Away From Me

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The story of how Aziraphale fell instead of Crowley (For my reverse Good Omens AU- @ccody11 on TikTok) Summary: Remember the opening scene of season 2? In cannon, Aziraphale and Crowley meet here, before the beginning of time. It's the same in this universe. However this time, as they stand there watching the creation of the nebula, Aziraphale looks over at that brilliant, beautiful angel, filled with joy from his stars, and falls deeply, hopelessly in love with him. 6,694 Words Written from Aziraphale's POV He/They pronouns used for Aziraphale He/She/They pronouns used for Crowley The title is a lyric from I, Carrion (Icarian) by Hozier This is my first fic I've ever posted, hope you enjoy it :)
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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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