AnnaKitty

Another little Good omens fic for Lord-October :] So, so, sorry of how long it took to put up. I had trouble with the ending and still am not completely happy with it but I figured I couldn't keep you waiting any longer. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Crowley was not amused. In fact; he was most royally pissed off. And even that was an understatement. He was currently sitting in a dim lit, worn out motel room quite firmly tied to a very uncomfortable chair in the middle of a blessed devil’s trap. But that wasn’t the worst of it. Oh, n

Here's a little something I wrote after becoming inspired by lord-october's "Over Sensitive". I do not take credit for the characters. They belong to Nail Gaiman and Terry Pratchet. I can hardly believe I wrote this but I did so here goes x] _________________________________________________________________________________________ „Crowley, please stop that. It hurts!" Aziraphale squirmed trying to turn himself around on the sofa to face the demon but with Crowley on top of him like that it was near impossible. Crowley sat on top of him with a smirk on his face. The angel gulped when he felt something poke him. "Wait, what are yo