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//sweats// here’s a very late request response!!!! i’ve found out i hate drawing with green but love drawing wings,, but thank u so much for the request anon!!!!! i kno u sent this back when i mainly posted quill but.
aziraphale likes to take crowley’s glasses off in private.
[Send me a color + an adjective and I’ll try to draw it!]
lit meme ➝ ten books or series [2/10] ➝ good omens by terry pratchett and neil gaiman
It may help to understand human affairs to be clear that most of the great triumphs and tragedies of history are caused, not by people being fundamentally good or fundamentally bad, but by people being fundamentally people.
squadron-of-damned:
“Oh so you’d never,” he quirked an eyebrow. “Who are you fooling, dear, you and I know that you’d always.” He sticked out tongue at him but only a little. He was thinking about focusing enough to make it human again but then realised he couldn’t be less bothered about it.
“Ssstrange asss it may ssseem,” he frowned at his own words pulled away a little and coughed. “Strange as it may seem, I’m not in mood for Ritz. Or other places including people.” _Today I don’t feel like sharing your presence, _were the words Crowley didn’t say but he knew he didn’t have to. Today I want to be selfish, well more than usual, and be here just with you and only with you.
The Demon closed eyes and took a deep breath. Books, cacao and something warm, gold and dry he couldn’t name. Sand, maybe, but sand didn’t have smell. He kept rubbing, careful to not touch any feathers. “Church rummage sale, are you serious?” he sighed softly. “Not only you’d destroy my reputation but you’d get me fired from my job.” Crowley pinched Aziraphale’s cheek. Gently, he wanted to emphasize his point, not to cause pain to his Angel. He could live out of the Heaven, after all he had done just that for the past six millenniums, but he liked belonging somewhere.
“Mmm… I’m thinking. What about we stay in bed a little longer, then have breakfast and go feed the ducks in the Hyde Park with left over croissants? We can pick up coffee on a corner and then do anything you want.” Crowley didn’t even bother to sit up nor sound energetic about it. He was still or maybe again half asleep. The weather outside gave a low and distant rumble of thunder and soon the first drops of rain began to knock on windows. “Alright, alright. Outvoted, I get it.”
The hiss was again made apparent and Aziraphale merely gave his darling demon a light squeeze. It gave the Angel a small sense of pride knowing he had such a power to lure out the serpent that he had once been. Crowley often spent too much time pretending he was as normal as they came, Aziraphale was happy when he let those moments slip. But they didn’t have to go anywhere, it was only a suggestion and one that was soon put to rest by the rolling thunder in the distance outside. Secretly, he hoped upstairs hadn’t caught wind of this little fling of theirs.
“Ah, but would it be such a bad thing?” Aziraphale chuckled, “should you lose your job than you’d be damned to earth and thus with me.” Or so he hoped. “In fact, when I put it that way, it’s only ineffable that I retire from mine as well. Not as if I have that sword laying about anyway.”
He drew back then, the temptation of ducks and croissants knocked out by pats of rain. Tomorrow. They would feed the ducks tomorrow. They’d have to eventually get out of this bed, do some actual work before Home Offices got suspicious. A light kiss was pressed to Crowley’s lips, melting just the tiniest bit at the feeling that flowed through his body. He’d almost give up his position for a lifetime of this. Go Human and all. The appeal was more than there and it came in a suave, -pretend to be cool-, body.
Aziraphale let fingers drift through the Demon’s dark hair and sighed. “Looks as if a little longer just turned into the entirety of the day.”
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Crowley grinned at being able to so easily wind the angel up, letting out a short laugh as well. When the book was struck against his leg, he pouted, feigning serious injury and whining a little. His glass swayed a little in his hand, forcing the angel to concentrate on it not spilling. After a little while, he decided that putting it down on the little table was safer, both for his suit, the wine, and his pride.
“It was completely random! And out of nowhere, too. Angel, there were much better off families that probably would’ve coped better with a child.” He smirked, finished with his argument, then pointed a finger, continuing. “And there could have been more that God, pardon my French, could have done for his own son’s upbringing. You that as well as I do.”
He folded his arms, eyes falling onto the fingers that traced beautiful designs onto his leg. “Well, that’s just… creepy. I mean, gosh. And I hope those little reptilian references were completely unintentional, or I might be a little offended.” His mouth was working on autopilot, his mind distracted by the hypnotising fingers. For a moment, his words were stolen by them, and his face grew hot, soft patches of red appearing on his cheeks. He found himself stupidly unable to meet Aziraphale’s eyes, and swallowed, eyes fluttering behind his glasses.
“I have absolutely no idea what you’re talking about, Angel.”
“Well he couldn’t be directly involved, now could he?” Aziraphale argued. “It would have defeated the purpose of him having a normal upbringing. Heaven’s brand of a disturbing science experiment.” But God’s will always has a reason, or so they said, the Angel, however, couldn’t help but wonder if God had just been having a little fun. All that power, how could one resist.
And then Crowley started rambling. Quiet little mutters that simply slipped out of his mouth without any mind to them. Glasses steadily pointed to the teasing finger on the Demon’s thigh and suddenly silence.
And silence was golden.
A slow smile spread over Aziraphale’s face as soon as Crowley tore his gaze away and when the Angel lifted his own head, that wonderful colour was indeed in full force. And being the playful little cherub, Aziraphale shifted to better lean over Crowley and brush lips over that little blush.
“That one. Right there.”
squadron-of-damned:
“Don’t you dare make fun of me,” he huffed. He tried to sound annoyed but he couldn’t hide he is in fact amused and maybe even a little flattered. It always feels good when your Angels finds something nice about you, no matter how much the same thing annoys you.
Crowley had to smile, this was perfect. Not perfect as in the way there couldn’t be few improvements, he could think of five, no wait, six such improving details at the moment. But given the situation, it wasn’t getting any better than this and in the Demon’s opinion, it didn’t even have to. “Well I am not going anywhere. Unless you happen to have sudden craving for croissants and orange jam.” He licked lips at the thought. He liked to eat. Eating was one of the best things people were gifted.
He moved hands between Aziraphale’s shoulder blades and began to softly rub his back. “She can have ‘em. They weren’t all that pretty,” he said, burying face in the soft divine hair. And all he could think was I should have done this way, way sooner..
“Me? Oh, darling, never--” Aziraphale laughed into Crowley’s shoulder; fluttering kisses warming his cool skin. Crowley had been an Angel once, far before that day at the garden and he developed said hiss. Always a little bit of a troublemaker, though, while not entirely demonic. Perhaps that is why they got on as well as they did. For, Aziraphale wasn’t so angelic as the people upstairs would have liked him to be.
And if they had been mor apt to their titles, they wouldn’t have ended up in their current situation. One which Aziraphale was enjoying immensly. “Later-- maybe we can even make a lavish pop into the Ritz. Get a room this time.” Bless it all he was being far too forward with this. Still, he didn’t regret the words.
The Angel hummed, a slow rumble in his chest as long fingers moved between wings. A sensitive spot; Aziraphale wondered if Crowley knew as such. Perhaps that was why his wings were always in such a state. Feathers sticking out at all angles and uneven. He’d never been properly touched there though, not until now. “We can get you some more. Church rummage sale or the like.” He would fill the cabinets if this were going to continue to be a thing. Because at the end of they day, they couldn’t deny where they belonged and a small part of Aziraphale worried about that.
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Aziraphale sipped at his own tea, if not only to hide the smile at the Demon’s quip. He had a point, some things were simply put, more enjoyable when done as they were meant to be done. He almost even dared Crowley to argue his point but then was distracted by that tongue flick and Aziraphale found himself looking away.
Those who say Angels don’t blush, are liars of the worst kind.
The way the light caught Crowley’s eyes weren’t much help either.
The Angel gave a sigh into his cup, warming it slightly before sipping again. He might need more than tea to get through this morning, but best not to start things too early.
“True. But my sort aren’t exactly as home invading as yours are. Respective boundaries and all that.”
Crowley smiled at the angel, holding the wine glass elegantly and enjoying his quickly spreading blush. To be completely honest, giddy butterflies were having an absolute blowout in his stomach, and it was all he could do to not turn into a blushing, sighing, lovesick mess. It was awful, he thought to himself. Demons were supposed to be cool, calm, collected, and not flustered by angels.
If he did end up blushing, one way or another, he could blame it on the wine.
He took another sip of his wine, before sitting up and trying to see what his angel Aziraphale was reading. It could have been anything, at this point in their lives.
“My sort have never appeared directly before people. And we’ve never randomly impregnated women either.”
The book in his hands snapped closed and Aziraphale let out a quick breath of a laugh. It was nice, this. Spending the morning lying about and being lazy with the only person he could really see himself doing such with. The book was turned on it’s side and he gently whacked Crowley in the leg with it.
“It was not random!” Okay, maybe it was almost random. More like it was a particular nosy watcher of an Angel had developed some sort of strange obsession with the woman and thought she’d be good enough. At least her husband could provide, more than could be said for some of the others back then.
“And it’s not directly, dear, you know that. Our sort like to get inside your head. Whisper things so you swear the good lord told you to buy that pair of snake skin shoes. When he was more than likely simply telling you to be kind to the small lurking reptile outside your door. They take it as they see fit. Annoying, really.” And now he was rambling, the book long dropped to the side of the couch and his hand gently resting on Crowley’s leg, fingers mindlessly tracing. Letting a quiet moment pass before eyes lifted to the Demon’s covered eyes.
“A little colour on your cheeks suits you--”
squadron-of-damned:
Crowley did something he hadn’t done in years, not consciously at least. He hissed. It was light and full of satisfaction, it could remind of a snake or maybe even a lizard on a stone basking in sunlight. Except for he wasn’t basking in sunlight but in Angelic love and Demonic desire.
He returned the kiss. Crowley, comfortable as he was, wasn’t focusing on maintaining completely human form and therefore a few more demonic aspects of his appearance, like a forked tongue. He broke the kiss to take a look at the wing and ask: “Are you that possessive or just protective?”
He snuggled a little closer and hummed with a slightly amused annoyance in his voice: “That, darling, were my two most favourite mugs in this apartment.” Technically speaking it was truth. They were the only two cups in the apartment. “Thanks G- Sa- Hmmm… Thanks Adam I didn’t make any breakfast, who knows what you would do with that.” Truth be told Crowley lately decided to try a few hobbies aside from growing plants. Of all of them he kept cooking and woodcarving. There was a small winged statue made of wood on the kitchen counter.
“Was that-- did you just--?” Aziraphale laughed, a light airy sound that could only be heard by those who were meant to hear it. It wasn’t that the Angel hadn’t heard the sound before, no not at all, but to hear it in such a way. Relaxed. Happy even. If Aziraphale thought long enough, the last time he heard a hiss it had been out of frustration. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t missed it.
But, hissing former reptiles aside; Aziraphale was currently distracted by the sudden fork in Crowley’s tongue. The way it flicked, sending a shiver along Aziraphale’s spine and made his stomach do a funny flip that the Angel had only read about in his books. No wonder all those women seemed as if they all had some sort of sickness. It caused the Angel to let a small whimper escape his throat and fingers tightened in Crowley’s hair.
“Perhaps I just wanted to be closer,” the Angel sighed, pulling back only to nuzzle Crowley’s shoulder. Slick and smooth as a snakes belly. Oddly comforting.
Lips quirked into a smile, bright and happy and slowly building into a laugh. Strange how while their respective people would find this disturbing; Aziraphale couldn’t have felt anymore normal in that moment. “It’s food. I would have ate it.” His love for flavour was not a secret between the two. And just as the body before this one, it would show in time. “I can bring them back if you like. But imagine the look on some poor woman’s face when she is gifted a perfect cup of tea only to have is whisked away.
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Ducks @ Central Park, NYC. June 2017
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