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Summary: Crowley seizes his moment. How far are you willing to take it?
Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 before diving into this one! Alternatively, you can read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 on AO3 right now!
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He wets his lips before he connects with yours in an unbelievably soft caress. Crowley painstakingly savors this moment before it’s gone from him forever. Your kiss cures him of every sin he’s made for centuries.
If he could harness the power of time, he’d stop everything in the universe to devour your love in this kiss. If nothing ever progressed between you, he’d content himself knowing he’d had you here, providing him with the luxury of vulnerability.
He pulled back, searching for signs on your face to slow down or stop. But you were there searching his eyes as well, pleading for him to return to you. That’s all the indication he needed.
Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, and Part 5 before diving into this one! Alternatively, you can read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 on AO3 right now! AO3 will be updated with this chapter tomorrow.
Apparently, I’m a wordy bish when it comes to smut! 🙈 I hope that’s great news for you!
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The air in the room has completely changed. You provide a small smile that reaches your eyes when the full realization sets in that Crowley wants you completely. One night with you will never be enough for him.
He grabs one of your nearby kitchen towels to clean his face. “I’m serious, Kitten,” Crowley continues, rising off the kitchen floor. “My entire being has been aching for you for far too long. I haven’t felt like this for anyone - not since I was still human. I will do whatever it takes to make you happy. I can take care of you. Keep you safe. I can be true to you,” he divulges. “I’ve wanted you since you first called me for help. Your babbling was absolutely adorable, and I knew right then and there that I would be willing to give my life to keep you safe.”
Before he has a chance to profess anything else, you’re on him. His sandalwood cologne drifts around you. Kissing him passionately, your hands drift up to his beard before moving into his hair again. He relishes the feeling of your body pressed against him. He allows his right hand to caress the base of your head, willing himself not to tug your hair. His other hand presses against the small of your back, closing any remaining space between you.
Summary: Crowley seizes his moment. How far are you willing to take it?
Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, and Part 4 before diving into this one! Alternatively, you can read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 on AO3 right now!
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He wets his lips before he connects with yours in an unbelievably soft caress. Crowley painstakingly savors this moment before it’s gone from him forever. Your kiss cures him of every sin he’s made for centuries.
If he could harness the power of time, he’d stop everything in the universe to devour your love in this kiss. If nothing ever progressed between you, he’d content himself knowing he’d had you here, providing him with the luxury of vulnerability.
He pulled back, searching for signs on your face to slow down or stop. But you were there searching his eyes as well, pleading for him to return to you. That’s all the indication he needed.
*white parent voice* i cant believe kanye and kim named their baby North West!! thats ridiculous!! oh no, its almost 4:30, i need to pick up my kids Mackaylikiah and Ashleighyie from their water polo practice!
My favorite part is that the blog post the photo was taken from detailed this mother’s decision-making process and chose this name because her husband saw it on a road sign on the way home
there was a girl at my school called “zona” cause he parents went on holiday to spain and saw it and thought it was a nice name. IT LITERALLY MEANS ZONE
My auntie knows a family who decided to name their daughter Owen, but they spelled it “Oin” and they made her middle name the first sound that her big sister made which happened to be “Oogok”. her name is literally “Oin Oogok Puscus”
I went to college and took religious studies courses with a girl named Storm Pagan. She never understood why I found that both funny and oddly appropriate, and I never felt like taking the time to explain.
for the love of your future children, look up what a name means in all languages before you saddle you kid with it until they’re old enough to legally change it.
I took latin in middle school. I don’t actually remember much now, but i’m telling you, it was IMPOSSIBLE to look this girl I knew in passing in the eye because her name was Latrina.
Latrina.
(For those of you who have no idea why this is unfortunate and hilarious, ‘latrina’ is one of the latin words for toilet)
Kids I actually went to school with:
Nipponia (Her parents were really enthusiastic about Japan and thought no one would know.)
Foreverina
Twins – Heavyn-Leigh and Eterni-Teigh
Khayrliy (Carly)
MyckEnziey (yes, spelled like that.)
Every last one of them was white n blonde.
You know, I thought growing up as a Niamh in England was bad. I now know that I was blessed, BLESSED, to be given a name that 1) I grew into and now love, and 2) wasn’t just pulled off the nearest road sign and fed through a Scrabble converter.
my friend has two baby cousins, a girl and boy who have “hippy parents”. boy is named Talon. girl is named Valley-Ochre Grace. their last names make it better but i won’t add it.
I may live in a mostly-white suburban area, but we’re rednecks so we got names like Brinn and Luke and Anna and Gavin. We actually have 3 Carters, 3 Aidens, and 3 Jennas at our school of 160 people.
every time I see this post it gets longer and messier but I just HAVE to add a couple who my partner knew from school who had a kid at like 18 and named him Ace Danger [double-barrelled surname]. That kid LITERALLY has Danger as his middle name
One of my best and oldest friends was convinced by her husband to have her son’s middle name be Danger, for the reason listed above. When they got pregnant the second time, he tried SO HARD to have their daughter’s middle name be Awesome, so that together, they could be Dangerously Awesome. She refused.
A coworker has a son with the middle name Danger and a daughter with the middle name Tigerlily. Still nowhere near as bad as some of these names. I no longer question our decision to name our daughter Persephone.
Summary: This chapter provides a glimpse of Crowley’s friendship with you. I hope you don’t feel he’s too out of character. My goal was to add a new layer to who he is - his more human side coming into play here. This story lets us see a side of Crowley he keeps hidden from the rest of the world.
Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 before diving into this one! Alternatively, you can read Parts 1, 2, 3, 4, and 5 on AO3 right now!
ALSO!!! I’ve completed the entirety of this series today. So the plan is you get this chapter now and then tomorrow you get the last two as a two-fer!
If you’d like to be added to the Crowley tags, just let me know! I’ll add you to the list!
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The jarring sound of the timer makes you jump. “Oh! Uh, I guess dinner’s ready. It might be good to put a little food on top of the whiskey,” you say as your face goes flush. Dammit.
Crowley looks at you before he recovers himself. “Yeah. Can’t have you being a sloppy drunk my first time here.”
You both laugh and chat together over your comfort food. You find the conversation easy. It’s nice discussing things not related to hunting. It almost feels like life before everything turned upside for you.
It must have been nearly an hour before your chair became uncomfortable. Trying to readjust yourself, “you want to go watch some TV? My ass is starting to hurt in this chair,” you laugh.
“Sure, Love. Let me just get these dirty dishes squared away.” He picks up your plate and utensils along with his own and places them in the sink.
Right as you move to the kitchen island to watch him clean the dishes, he snaps his fingers, and now everything is pristine and put in their rightful spots. He turned around to give you that cocky smile of his, complete with one eyebrow raised.
Scrunching your nose again, you let out a huff in disappointment. “Well, that’s just cheating,” you pout.
Summary: You let Crowley ride all the way back to your home in the mountains of Georgia. Just how at ease are you around him?
Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1 and Part 2 before diving into this one! Alternatively, you can read Parts 1 - 4 on AO3 right now!
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After a while, Crowley places his arm next to yours on the armrest. You can feel him watching you for a reaction. Determined, you don’t give in to his game.
You move your arm closer to the middle so your palm can rest on the gear shift that divides you. Crowley’s little finger grazes across your hand during the movement as you try not to notice. He leaves his hand where it is, lightly touching your wrist as he looks out his window.
A few minutes go by. If only you could see Crowley’s face now, you would see a smiling man. Even while he’s earned the silent treatment from you, he can’t help but smile, knowing you didn’t jerk your hand away. He dares not move it now. He’ll happily take any tiny brush of your skin against his.
Despite yourself, you pull your arm back into the armrest, your skin still gliding across his hand. You just wanted to be mad at him and all the shit that went down last night. Yet, here you are, looking for your next contact high with him. When did you become such an addict for him?
Reasoning that you’re still not creating space between the two of you, Crowley pretended to stretch his arms and fingers. He brought his arm back down to its original area, but this time, his extended fingers overlapped yours experimentally.
You waited a moment to see if it were accidental, but he never removed it. You looked down at your hands and then glanced at Crowley. Of course, he continued to look out the window. That ass. You kept yours underneath his hand as your heart picked up its pace.
I don’t know about you, boys
But if you’re like me, then hanging around
This old manhole is bringing you down…
-”Our Lady of the Underground” from Hadestown
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i’ve just been coloring my old Hadestown sketches and here’s the last one. Persephone isn’t the broody type–she’s just enjoying a little drink by herself for a minute.
not 2 be that person who reads 2 much into things but unpopular opinion is that it’s okay to dislike silence. i usually get made to feel like i’m some kind of thoughtless idiot who can’t keep her mouth shut. but like. it’s actually that i was taught to constantly monitor other people’s emotions. my trauma has taught me that a person’s silence = anger. i was taught silence was a threat. i was taught to be constantly on the lookout for incoming rage and to be constantly trying to dispel that rage through conversation. & if i can survive that u can survive me asking you about your day. probably. love u though
Summary: Crowley mucked up last night for you. Are you ready to forgive him just yet?
Author’s Notes: You’ll want to read Part 1 before diving into this one!
If you’d like to be tagged, just let me know! I’ll add you to the list!
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After walking down the road to the liquor store, you got your whiskey of choice, Southern Comfort. Crowley always likes to pick on you about it, saying it was too sweet to be a whiskey. You always retorted that it’s just sweet enough to match your personality.
Goddamn it. Why are you thinking of Crowley? Just get back to your room. That lowball isn’t holding scotch tonight, that’s for damn sure.
After about 20 minutes, you finally arrived at the motel. While you were still upset about your bar experience and lack of sex, the walk helped get rid of a lot of the anger and even some of the stress. Take the win.
Closing the door behind you, you lean back against it, a sigh of relief leaving you as you’re now away from everything. Surely, there won’t be anything to stress you out here. This motel has premium cable, you remember. The perfect way to ignore the thoughts of tonight’s events is to find an easy comedy to distract yourself for a few hours.
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