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Gimme! Gimme! Gimme!

characters: EVERYONE??
location: General Store + around Beacon
date/time: October 18-31
content: This is the costume prompt from the TDM, delivered to you all in mingle-style by popular request and with mod approval
warnings: n/a for now but will update

Although the month is already well underway, residents of Beacon will notice a brand new shipment being delivered to the general store—only this one comes via the forest, as a small legion of spirits quickly drop off crates of boxes at its doorstep before scampering back into the woods. Hopefully nobody is riding too hard on hoping for further rations or supplies, because opening them up quickly squashes any notions of a full month's restock. Instead, it looks like each crate is bursting with costumes! Coming in all shapes and sizes to fit anyone of any age or decree, there’s plenty to choose from. Something scary? Magical? Clever? Or maybe even a bit on the sultry side? Dig deep enough, and you’re sure to find something to suit your tastes, props, accessories, wigs and all!

If nothing else, surely you can find an alternate use for a bit of spare fabric in your size, but what's the harm of having a bit of fun? But, oh, be careful if you're playing dress-up while the hallucinations from the event are in play... These costumes might just have a funny effect on you. 🤔!

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Crowley snuggles into Aziraphale's warmth, curling up into him rather like a snake on a hot stone.

"Doesn't matter," he says. "Won't keep me up now."

He can already feel himself start to tire.

"It matters to me," he responds, brushing hair back and then placing his hands behind Crowley's neck and starting to massage it gently anyway. He presses a kiss into the corner of Crowley's eyes, which he likes to do, something to remind him how pretty he finds that lovely amber.

They never had this before.

They didn't touch, they didn't embrace, they didn't have this. He wants to hate this town, but for all its many, many faults, here is a place where he can be with Aziraphale in a way he's always wanted to be.

"I like having you here," he says, closing his eyes to the touch of Aziraphale's lips there. "When I sleep."

"I know," he responds, snuggling into Crowley. "Me too." He can't sleep without Crowley either, but he hadn't been able to do so in the first place.

"You're a very comfortable pillow."

"Do you think so?" Crowley says, curling his body up into Aziraphale's.

At least Aziraphale is forgiving. It's not just that he's an angel, it's that he cares about Crowley. Crowley could feel his love for him radiating to him when he was an angel, in those brief moments where he felt divinity again.

They love each other. That matters. Heaven and Hell can't take that away from them.

"Surprisingly so," he says. "I think it's this," he adds, as he reaches up to press on Crowley's chest. It's firm and warm and the sound of his heartbeat lulls Aziraphale to sleep.

"Should I continue telling you all the things I like about you?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Is this your newest tactic to keep me from doing stupid things?" Crowley says with a teasing smile. "Cover me in compliments so I don't want to go anywhere?"

He lifts up a hand to run it through the angel's hair.

"If so, it will absolutely work so please go ahead."

"In that case," Aziraphale stars. "You've got a lovely nose. I always found it so distinguished." He presses a kiss to it. "And a beautiful smile." he leans in and offers him a quick kiss.

"And I love the way you sound. Especially early in the morning."

"Oh, so you like it when I don't want to get up and don't want to do anything," Crowley says, looking at the angel with a slow smile on his face. "That's good, because that's my usual state of affairs, not just in the morning."

He traces his hand down the angel's side, pressing his fingertips along his arm before stopping at his hand. He twines their fingers together.

"No, I just love when you have a little sleep left in your voice," he replies, kissing him in a way that's more just him smiling against Crowley's lips.

"I like these," he says, leaning back just a little bit to gently poke at each of Crowley's freckles that dot his face. He could draw little constellations across the bridge of his nose.

"Oh, angel, I'm not sure what I'm going to do with you," he says. "You're just a romantic. Next thing you know, you'll be saying you like my morning breath, too."

He leans in and gives him a firmer kiss. All this kissing, it's so very good. Didn't have any kissing back on Earth, did they? Now he gets to have it whenever they have the time.

Aziraphale wrinkles his nose. "No, and I don't like mine, either."

But he allows Crowley to kiss him, and kisses him back with an equalled passion, though he's very careful in times like these not to let it get away from him and escalate this too far.

He's afraid, if not for the injuries, he wouldn't have as much self-control.

Crowley sees his injury as more a temporary annoyance standing in the way of a 6000 year waiting period, so he has zero percent reason to not escalate as much as he'd like. Pity he can't tempt the angel to come as far as he'd like to go, as well.

"You know, I never asked," he says, moving to press his lips to the angel's jaw. "Do you have any ideas what we should do next to escape? Any brilliant ideas tucked away in there we should know about?"

After all, Aziraphale has always been cleverer than Crowley, and Crowley is the first to admit it.

"Yes, dear. We fight the World Eaters, we beat them, we go back through the portal or take a new ferry knowing that they can't get in the way," he says, kissing Crowley's cheek.

Aziraphale takes his hand. "Sometimes what we need to do is just... the simplest thing."

"Fighting a lot of monsters that eat stars isn't the simplest thing," Crowley says, twining his fingers with Aziraphale's. He shifts his body, moving so that he's partially laying over the angel. "I think we'd be better off running away."

He resumes kissing Aziraphale on the jaw, then moves his lips down the neck.

"Mm, but it's the right thing to do. And it won't take more than two years," he answers. "I want to help them," Aziraphale answers. "You know I do."

"And we'll have plenty of time to go home and stop the next Armageddon," he adds.

And then he groans softly, fingers curling into Crowley's hair.

"Oh, always trying to do the right thing, you," Crowley murmurs against Aziraphale's neck. "The right thing could be to just get them all off this rock before the World Eaters get to them. Help everyone escape instead of fighting."

He runs a hand down the angel's side, stopping at his hip.

"We could avoid the fight altogether."

"I know, but Peter's right. They'll keep bringing people in. We'll have to destroy that somehow," he answers. "And it might be difficult to get everyone out after it is destroyed," he adds, trying to swat Crowley's hand away.

"Is now really the time to speak about this?"

"Ooooh, destroy another ferry? You know they can put me on speeddial for that, right?" Crowley teases. He slides his hand back up the angel's body to the buttons on his pajamas, where he idly picks at the top one.

"Was there something else you'd rather do than talk?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

"Not another ferry, dear, the entrance. Exit. You know what I mean - we're all from different worlds, it's some sort of Nexus."

And then he looks at Crowley with inquisitive eyes. "Oh, plenty," he answers, licking his lips.

"How about we go clean out the attic?"

Crowley's eyes immediately are drawn to Aziraphale's tongue, wetting his lips. Oh, if his mind is going where Crowley's mind is going, then maybe tonight is about to become so much better than---

"Wait, what?"

"Oh, it's a mess up there," he exclaims excitedly. "And it would be great to be able to finally clear it all out. I've been too tired from being at the dockyards, but I'm feeling very well today."

"And that's what you want to do tonight?" Crowley says, not even bothering to hide the disappointment on his face. All the same, he moves to get himself off of the angel. If cleaning out the stupid attic is what Aziraphale wants, then that's what Crowley will do because he is incapable of saying no to him.

Aziraphale notices the disappointment and runs a hand on Crowley's arm to stop him.

"Darling, it's alright. You don't have to if you don't want to," he says, and then hugs him from behind.

"No, angel, if that's what you want, I can do that," he says. "What the Heaven is up there, anyway? Things from the previous tenants?"

Aziraphale hugs him from behind and Crowley leans back into it. All of this intimacy, he could easily get used to it. Fall into it and never come back out.

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