#pining crowley

[copperplatebeech]

Dornroschen - A Coda to Kinktober 2024

A continuation of Chapter 13, "Somnophilia," for those who asked.

Chapter rating E.

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Crowley undoes the stock at his throat; sets his frock coat aside over the chair back, his waistcoat, at last his shirt. The air’s cool up here. Perhaps that’s why there’s a fine tremor in his hands, why his skin prickles as the hairs stand up.

The angel doesn’t stir at a kiss on his brow. Crowley’s lips brush one cheek, then, awkwardly, the other where it’s turned against the pillow. The tremor’s lodged in his chest now, as if his heart’s been replaced by one of those engines the Humans use now to power their machinery. Aziraphale shifts a little in his sleep, one arm slipping off the side of the bed, hand hanging limp with the palm upward.

Those fingers, dipping into a twist of paper in the Globe filled with roasted nuts, sections of oranges. Cradling an oyster shell, tongue slipping out to catch the trickle of briny vinegar over one thumb. Crowley hadn’t been able to take his eyes off them; barely able to stop himself from reaching out to touch.

He touches now.

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[waitingtobebroken]

How the Arrangement started!

The Apple of My Eye (But the Garden of Eden Kind) (Rated E, In Progress)

Chapter 4: Dreams, Turned Reality

Summary:

The Arrangement is simple. During the day, Aziraphale is Crowley's brilliant assistant, capable and smart, always able to anticipate his needs. And, sometimes, also during the day, Crowley is allowed to touch him. Not how he is desperate to, aching for. But the only way Aziraphale will let him be close. It's enough. It has to be.

And a little excerpt under the cut,

Aziraphale didn't seem to agree with his slow pace, however. Desperate hands were wrapping around Crowley's neck, dragging him close. Hungry mouth searching, devouring, everything in its path. Almost as if Aziraphale thought it might be taken away from him, and Crowley felt his heart ache at how familiar that fear was. Tried to press as much of the tenderness in his heart into the other man's skin, into his mouth, into his hair. Each place, bared for his lips and for his touch and for his lo- "I need you," Aziraphale gasped. And if that wasn't enough, he also hissed a word. It wasn't Crowley's name, not really, not outside the few times the other man had used it to tease. It still almost brought Crowley to his knees. And then Aziraphale did it again. "Sir. Please." Crowley whined, a pained, almost painful sound, as his fingers tightened around the piece of divinity he had hoarded all for himself. His teeth, dangerous and sharp, flashing in the fluorescent light, before he hurried to sheath them away. "Can't say that, angel," he hissed. Unaware of the endearment he had used, just the way it had felt, slithering out of his heart and straight out of his mouth, warming everything in its path.

[maraudersarecanon]

How is every single song Speak Now vault track aziracrow-coded?

[aziraphales-library]

Hello you brilliant admins!

Do you guys have fics including Crowley worshipping Aziraphale? Can be smut or not both are fine. I just want read about Crowley being patheticly in love with Aziraphale <3

Love you guys!

Hi! You might be interested in the fics on our #body worship and #pining crowley tags. Here are some more in which Crowley worships and shows his love for Aziraphale...

Beautiful and Loved by Caedmon (M)

Crowley wants to show his angel how much he loves him. So he asks Aziraphale to wear a blindfold and allow him to worship at the altar of his corporation.

Take Me to Church by firenzia (E)

Wherein Crowley spends a long, leisurely morning showing Aziraphale just how much he loves him.

After six thousand years of hiding his heart, of fearing he had lost him over and over again, he was finally fucking done. He didn't want to exercise restraint. He wanted to treat Aziraphale like the absolute goddamn miracle he was, to let time slip gently away while he gave him everything he desired.

Sundays were meant for worship, after all.

The Stars Remember What Time Has Forgot by Most_Loved_Tragedy (E)

Crowley's been in love with Aziraphale since before the Fall. So smitten in fact, he can remember the angel's birthday, even if time didn't exist then, based on the alignment of the stars. Crowley does so good at treating Aziraphale for his birthday, that Aziraphale gives Crowley a treat back.

Don't worry angel by seaweedjam (E)

After averting Armageddon Crowley invites Aziraphale to his place but the angel acts rather strangely. (It's mostly comfort sex with a bit of a plot.)

Thy body is a temple - upon its altar I lay my offerings by ximeria (M)

Crowley sets himself the task of showing Aziraphale that he loves every inch of him. He may get a bit carried away and needs to be reeled in - but what else is new? And it's not like Aziraphale minds, is it?

The Nice and Accurate Musings of Anthony J. Crowley by Elleberquist6 (G)

Unbeknownst to Aziraphale, Crowley played a role in the creation of some of the books in his shop which he treasures. Ever since he helped "Hamlet" to be successful, Crowley has been making contributions to classic literature -- to please Aziraphale, to tease him, and to confess his feelings. Aziraphale reads then all, seemingly oblivious to the hidden messages within the books from Crowley, who gets increasingly frustrated.

- Mod D

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

Hi Steph! I hope you're doing alright :)

I only now realised that Crowley suggested the rainstorm, because he says they'll seek shelter and then 'one fabulous kiss and we're good'. Like, he didn't understand how kisses work in the beginning of the season and in the end he still doesn't. It's so sad that he reached out like that at the wrong moment.. Like, in the book it literally says he's an optimist, so he must've held out some hope that that would fix everything and make Aziraphale realise 'they were made for each other' I'm in pain.

(Also: Did you see how after Aziraphale takes the car, not only does it change (and follow him like a puppy), but Shax can't materialise in it? She waits in the door and asks him to invite her. As if it was his property. ...Our car indeed xD Crowley honestly must have accepted that in his heart. Like isn't that sweet.)

Also I love your blog so much. Honestly, I read pretty much every post <3 If I could send asks on my sideblog (sb in real life knows my main and I'm not mixing fandom and rl), I totally would.

Hey Nonny!!

AHHH Thank you so much for your kind words!! I'm glad you enjoy my blog and your time here, and it means the world to me that you read all of my posts! LOL I feel ya on the sideblog thing, I wish Tumblr let you switch between them for asks.

YEAH, the rain thing still fucks me up, because he is, at heart, a romantic and (as you said) an optimist, so he genuinely thought the kiss would fix everything. I also think he thinks the canopy is romantic because it's a core memory for him as the first kind gesture Aziraphale did for him after his Fall, after the First Rain. AND I genuinely believe it's his wish as well, to be caught in the rain under a canopy with Aziraphale to recreate their kind gesture to each other... I think this BECAUSE one of the first promo photos for S2 was the two of them, under an umbrella (canopy) in the rain, leaning into each other. It's not just Nina's deepest desire, it's Crowley's as well. Only this time, he wants them looking into each other's eyes. I think he thinks that was the missing element that kept them from VaVooming, so yeah, he's craving that deeply.

So it is very sad that he thinks the kiss will solve all their problems, when really, they NEED to communicate. They're NOT seeing each other properly, and they haven't all season during the modern scenes. They talk around each other, and avoid things, but never discuss things, really. And Honestly, Crowley had the right idea, but SHIT-ASS timing. They were both angry, hurt, and over-emotional after everything, and Aziraphale was already being manipulated at that point to where he fears Crowley and himself being retaliated against for loving each other (remember, Azzie DOESN'T know why Gabe was cast out; from his perspective, it was because he fell in love with a demon). And Crowley, well, his ridiculous devotion to protect Azzie from all the bad in the world is his downfall, and why Aziraphale is in the mess he's in now. GUH, I need them to finally talk.

The WHOLE SCENE was SO deliciously beautiful in a very angsty way, I loved it so much.

And regarding the car... OMG I DIDN'T even notice that about Shax!! You're ABSOLUTELY RIGHT. The car became a space where Aziraphale needs to allow someone into Crowley's heart it. So YEAH, shit you're right! That said, Crowley loves Azzie so much, it's very sweet that the Bentley is essentially a manifestation of his feelings for Azzie.

Thank you again for your ask, and I hope you continue to enjoy your time here!! <3 <3

[anonymousdandelion]

Promise to Write

Today’s @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt, “Promise you’ll write,” inspired me to revisit the Antonio Penn ‘verse — a collection of works wherein Crowley (of Good Omens) writes poetry under a pseudonym.

Promise you’ll write

I long to say

whenever you turn

and step away

when need sends me packing

to far-distant lands

I yearn for a message

sent from your hands

but letters use paper

and writing needs ink

you’d never do something so reckless

I think

Think of me

implores my heart

whenever it’s time

for us to part

as the days and the months

and the decades go by

what I’d give just to know

you would spare me a sigh

yet if that meant you missed me

and that made you glum

I’d mourn to have caused

such a sorrow to come

Come back soon

I almost plead

I bite back the words

though it makes my tongue bleed

while cursing and blessing

with too much to do

I’m tempted to pray for

one moment with you

and yet, I don’t ask it

just let the thought burn

as all I dare do is

await your return

Returning meanwhile

alone and with rue

I’ll pick up a pen

while I’m thinking of you

and pour out in poetry

all through the night

my wishing and wanting

I promise

to write

[justmori]

[imnova]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), William Shakespeare (mentioned), Aziraphale (mentioned) - Character Additional Tags: Light Angst, POV Crowley (Good Omens), Pining, I managed to angst up a "comedy" prompt, Crowley questions God, and calls her Mum, unbetaed for now, Damn deadlines Series: Part 1 of Good Omens celebration 2021 Summary:

Crowley prefers the funny ones. Luckily, nobody ever asks why. This is for the Good Omens Celebration! I’m taking part (I’ll try, at least). As usual, if your prefer reading on fanfiction.net, you can do that here.