Rare Omens 2024 Day 12
Lucifer + Crowley!
The Ineffable Inferno what are these two up to? Share your Good Omens fanworks with them and tag us.
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CHAPTER 2 of my post-s3 Forced Duke of Hell Crowley fic is up now!! (Not an April Fool's prank, though there is a joke about today in the chapter!) Enjoy! @moriarty4life
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This amazing image was created by Lilith665 and sent to me... Lucifer from my fic After The Ascension feels like he was pulled out of my head, off the paper, and into this image. Thank you and major credit to Lilith665!
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Tell us about A Taste of Fire please! 😊
Hi Wolfie! Hope life is treatin' ya well!
A Taste of Fire is filthy little one-shot/missing scene I'm working on with @ajconstantine that takes place in the universe of her longer fic Temple of the Muses. TotM is a Good Omens human AU that takes place in Victorian times, featuring sex worker/courtesan Crowley and wealthy Earl of Eastgate Aziraphale.
Before they get together, Crowley spends his young life training to be a courtesan in France. Lucifer's character (who goes by Lucien in this fic) is the bordello owner and in spite of his personal rule not to get involved with his employees, he does develop a bit of a thing for Crowley.
For those following TotM, this fic is the missing scene after Lucien has secretly bid on Crowley's virginity, and he finds out about it and...yeah.
Here's a fun little edit we did together because I found this guy for Lucien's facecast, his name is Benoit Marechal, and he is...<drools>
And a little snippet of the fic!
“Come here, stable boy…don’t be shy. How about we put that pretty mouth to good use, and you show me what you’ve learned,” Lucien crooned, beckoning Crowley closer with the hand that still lazily clutched his champagne flute, while the other slid down to palm himself between his wide-spread legs.
Swallowing thickly, Crowley took a few uncertain steps forward. His mind was still trying to wrap itself around the idea that Lucien wanted him…had bid 600 francs—a staggering amount of money, more money than Crowley had seen in his entire life—for the right to…Crowley felt a flush flood his cheeks…
Oh fuck.
Crowley closed the short distance between them and stopped, awaiting instructions. He couldn’t help the way his eyes wandered, darting from the well-muscled planes of Lucien’s chest beneath his clothes and down further still to the prominent bulge in his trousers. Lucien lifted an eyebrow at him before flicking his fingers in a downward gesture, the corner of his mouth quirking as he raised his champagne to his lips. Obediently, Crowley dropped to his knees between Lucien’s legs. His hands weren’t about to wait for permission, already stroking reverently up his thighs as he looked up into the older man’s face. He watched raptly as Lucien thumbed open his own trouser buttons, revealing his half-hard cock and rolling his hips expectantly towards Crowley's mouth, which was already watering at the sight of him.
“My third rule,” Lucien grunted as Crowley leaned in, sucking just the tip of him eagerly into his mouth, “is that while I shall not pursue anything that is painful or otherwise distasteful to you,” Crowley moaned as he felt Lucien’s long fingers wind into his hair and tug, “Je préfère être en charge. Tu seras bon pour moi, oui?’ (I prefer to be in charge. You will be good for me, yes?)
(I haven't accuracy checked the French yet, so hopefully it's close)
Thank you for the ask, m'dear!! <3 <3 <3
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