#Crowleys laurels

[naturallyteal]

Did you know Aziraphale modelled for Simon Vouet in France in the 17th century?

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Allegory of Virtue between 1625 and 1650, Louvre Museum, Paris (with changes made by me: head exchanged; laurel and wing colours)

(Fake) Interpretation: The symbolism of the colours the Angel is wearing, are clearly hinting at the involvement between him (his favourite colour is yellow for Crowley’s yellow eyes) and Crowley (whose favourite colour is of course blue, for Aziraphale’s multicoloured-but-mostly-blue eyes). The title “virtue” is thereby subtly questioned, just as by the less than proper attire, uncharacteristic for Aziraphale. Also, the silver victory laurel (clearly Crowley’s) he holds triumphantly, makes the onlooker question how exactly he won that trophy from the Demon.

Used from the show:

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[Titian]

[Raphael]

[Vincent van Gogh]

[René Magritte]

[drconstellation]

The Golden Lions of Heaven

S2 has several prominent lion symbols in it, and at first watch they don’t appear to have anything to do with the main story line. But there are lions in both seasons, and they are all connected.

Lions are intrinsically linked with royalty, and are often called King of the Beasts or King of the Jungle. They also symbolize courage, nobility and strength.

Whenever lions appear in GO they are always coloured gold, which is associated with Heaven. Nearly all the angels have some bit of gold on them somewhere - unless they have just discorporated.

In Christian iconography Jesus is represented as a lion upon his return. When he was crucified he was a sacrificial lamb, but the Second Coming is a time when he returns to reign again. As a descendant of the royal house of David, it therefore seems quite logical to assign this symbol to the king of kings.

There is also this paragraph from the Medieval Bestiary:

“In Christian allegory, the three main natures of the lion each have a meaning. The lion erasing its tracks with its tail represents the way Jesus concealed his divinity, only revealing himself to his followers. The lion sleeping with its eyes open represents Jesus, physically dead after crucifixion, but still spiritually alive in his divine nature. The lion roaring over his dead cubs to bring them to life represents how God the father woke Jesus after three days in his tomb.”

There is also an often misquoted line “when the lion shall lie down with the lamb,” but it’s not that at all. The full verse is:

“The wolf shall live with the lamb, the leopard shall lie down with the kid, the calf and the lion and the fatling together, and a little child shall lead them.” [Isiah 11:6]

It is referring to a time of peace that should come once Jesus returns. Somehow I don't think we are going to get that in S3.

The Two Lions in the Dirty Donkey

There are two large golden lions sitting on the ends of the bar in the Dirty Donkey. Because one of the underlying themes in S2 is about the Second Coming, even if its not obvious until the end, its fairly easy then to interpret these two as being connected to this event. The Dirty Donkey itself can be seen in several ways: a simple donkey that needs a wash, or a black horse. Both are relevant to referencing Jesus. In the former, Jesus rode a donkey into Jerusalem the first time to signify he came in peace, but the second time he arrives will be like on the back of the black horse of a conqueror come to rule. One lion for each occurrence.

The Lion under the lamp in Jimbriel’s room

While there is some argument for Jim’s character in S2 re-creating parts of the life of Jesus from two thousand years ago, such as the cleansing of the temple and facing temptation from demons. I think we shouldn’t also forget that this is also Gabriel the Herald, and he was doing some ominous heralding of doom at various points in S2 that in hindsight we can see were warning us about the Second Coming. So this lion at the base of the lamp Jimbriel is playing with has to alert us to Jimbriel’s connection with Jesus. (I will probably revisit and add/rewrite this one in the future, I think there is a bit more to it)

The Lion Rampant on Aziraphale’s Ring

At the end of S2 we learn that Aziraphale has been manipulated into going back to Heaven to run the Second Coming by the Metatron. In hindsight, its hard to see how he wouldn't be involved, somehow. What is surprising, however, is that this expert in prophecy didn't see it coming - but then he didn't expect to see Jimbriel arriving either!

Usually the first thing we notice about Aziraphale's ring is the stylized lion rampant on the shield. We know it's definitely a lion because it upright - if it was down on all four paws it would be referred to as a leopard. The upright tail tells us its on guard.

There are more elements to the ring that also add to the story here, it's a much more complex ring than Michael's. The crown on the top is a symbol of victory and sovereignty, and also a connection to God, who considered the "King of all." On either side of the shield are two stylized sprigs of laurel, reinforcing a picture of triumph and fame.

Then there are a fringe of feathers, banded in sharp triangular spikes. Feathers signify willing obedience and serenity of mind in heraldry, so I would tend to lean towards the former. The triangles represent celestial rays, so they reinforce his obedience to the will of Heaven.

You might think, "well this makes sense, Aziraphale is a Principality, he's a protector, that's why there is a lion," but I think it more complicated than that. It tells us something about both the past and the future at the same time. The purpose of the rings remain a mystery to us at the moment, in that we don't know why some angels have them and others don't, or if they have any function. Aziraphale has a tendency to touch his when he is feeling troubled or worried (its easy to miss if you aren't paying attention,) so perhaps it helps to strengthen his connection to Heaven somehow, or is a reminder of his duties.

There is another connection Aziraphale has to a lion, and that is through his past status as a cherubim in the Job minisode in S2E2.

As pointed out in this post, the pattern is stylized to represent the four wings that Cherubim are said to have, with a pearl in the center for an eye. These Cherubim also have four faces: an ox, an eagle, a lion and a man. Well, we sort of get all of those with Aziraphale at some point in the wider story. And the angel set at the eastern gate of Eden with the flaming sword was supposed to be a Cherubim, too. Yes, Aziraphale changed rank from Cherubim to Principality, we just don't technically know whether it was a step up or down...

The Honolulu Roast Lion

There is a lion you don’t see in S2 – the lion logo for the Honolulu roast coffee, mentioned briefly on a blackboard in the background of a shot inside the coffee shop.

The islands of Hawaii were a kingdom up until 1893, when a commercial coup took them over and allowed them to be annexed by the US. You can read more about it here. While the op in that post relates it the Eldritch Ball in S2E5, it still connects a lion to royalty.

The lion at the beginning of S1E1

Right at the beginning we have a lion as well – a real live lion! After Adam and Eve leave the Garden of Eden they meet a big lion out on the dunes. As Aziraphale and Crowley watch and talk atop the walls of the Garden, Adam confronts the lion with the flaming sword Aziraphale gave him and eventually kills the lion before he walks away with Eve.

What are we to think of this? I've see one op suggest that it was Aziraphale "throwing them to the lions" as his first act. To me it seems more like Adam has just slain God instead to gain their freedom.

The Lions on Crowley’s “throne”

There are two lion heads on the arm rest of Crowley’s “throne” (I don’t know what else to call it, really) in his Mayfair flat in S1. If I understand correctly, this should first be viewed as a homage to the US show Supernatural, as this chair is the exact copy of the one the demon Crowley in that show sits in, only his one is black. But if I’m to look at it in terms of GO symbology, my brain keeps going [error 503: Server cannot process the request due to a system overload; should be a temporary condition...] because I can’t quite believe what its telling me. And I should, because I’m the one running around touting a list that is now 22 items long for why Crowley was once a very powerful archangel and written a batshit-crazy meta on King Arthur themes presenting in GO. So I’ll just present my quandary this way: There are lions, they are golden, of course, so they are connected to Heaven, and a symbol of royalty – but they are being used by a demon in a residence paid for by Hell…(too.much.gold...! what were they thinking?)

Further reading: The Golden Lion by Cobragardens

[greenthena]

Ides of March, ba-bee!!!! Time to start that Halloween costume. Only…hang on a second…230 day left. (Roman Crowley, thanks for asking.)

Sewing technically counts as stabbing.

[tivstiv]

My honest reaction to the new mitski album:

[weird-but-hey]

Huh..

[edosianorchids901]

When You Fall Asleep

Ace Omens Hugfest prompt - "an accidental hug"

Rome, 41 AD

“Would you like any more oysters?” Aziraphale asked, leaning forward to acquire a bowl of grapes. “Or are you all set?”

“Nnnh, this m’ set. I don’t, er. Eat big meals all that often.” Blinking slowly, Crowley pushed his tiny dark glasses up onto the top of his head. They knocked into his silly silver laurel wreath, and he hissed in irritation. “Guh. Here, hold this.”

He wrenched the wreath off and put it on Aziraphale’s head. It slid to one side and bumped into his ear, threatening to topple off.

With a chuckle, Aziraphale adjusted the wreath and fluffed his hair up to accommodate it. “Very stylish. What is with your outfit, anyway? I don’t think togas are supposed to be black, are they?”

“M’ not gonna be caught dead in white, am I?” Crowley snapped, snatching the jug of wine. “Probably literally caught dead. D’ya have any idea what Hell would probably do to me if I showed up wearing white? Besides, blood shows on white. S’ not exactly a good thing for a demon to be wearing.”

Aziraphale frowned, confused by the sudden outburst. “I know you’re a demon, but it’s not as if you’re running around stabbing people. Are you?”

“No! I’m the one getting stabbed, usually. And beaten, cut, whipped, whatever.” Crowley’s irritated expression slid to deeply glum. “It’s better when I can stay on Earth. I like Earth, even when I’m having to deal with bastards like Caligula. At least it’s not… I can get away from it all, up here.”

“Ah.” Unsure what to say, Aziraphale twisted his hands together. He eyed Crowley, suddenly quite chilled. “And you had to go to Hell recently?”

“Whatever gave you that idea?”

Even Aziraphale, who sometimes struggled with such things, couldn’t miss the heavy sarcasm in Crowley’s voice. Swallowing hard, he slid a little closer on the dining couch. “I’m sorry. Is there, um… anything I can do to help?”

Crowley shrugged and poured his wine. He largely missed the cup, pouring wine all over his leg. “Shit. M’ not very coordin… whatever. Maybe had too much to drink.”

He drank more anyway, then clumsily topped off Aziraphale’s cup as well. Aziraphale drank, a trifle lost. He was quite intoxicated himself, and that made it rather difficult to determine the right course of action. But there must be something he could do.

“Are you injured anywhere?” he asked, leaning to look at Crowley’s toga. He didn’t see any bloodstains, but it was black, after all. Much harder to see blood, indeed. “I could heal you.”

“Nuh. Not hurt anymore.” Crowley swayed, reaching for the jug again. He let out a derisive snort. “Too bad we didn’t run into each other yesterday. Coulda used it then.”

“Oh! Oh dear.” Stricken, Aziraphale clutched his hands together again. “Oh, I didn’t realize you’d been hurt so recently. I’m sorry. You really ought to be resting, rather than me pestering you to spend time together.”

Something odd tugged at Crowley’s expression. He took another drink, then set the cup down and leaned back. His dark glasses fell off his head and vanished amid the pillows. “Nah. This is, er. A good distraction. Hanging out and everything. It’s loads better than just sitting around being all blah. And we can argue and stuff! I like when we get all…”

He did some sort of complicated flailing gesture with both arms, as if trying to demonstrate the enthusiastic verbal sparring they’d engaged in earlier. Then he overbalanced, toppled over, and slammed into Aziraphale’s side.

“Oh!” Aziraphale automatically caught him, pulling his limp body closer. “Crawley— Crowley, are you quite all right?”

“Nnnnyeaaah,” Crowley mumbled, eyes closed. “I just. Just. Er. Drinking.”

“Yes, you certainly have been drinking.” Concerned, Aziraphale hugged him closer. Then he realized he was hugging a demon, and wondered if he ought to stop.

But no. He didn’t want to stop. And Crowley was certainly too drunk to straighten up. Really, Aziraphale was more than slightly drunk, and therefore possessed lowered inhibitions. It was quite reasonable to hug a demon, under those circumstances.

Crowley had been rather tense all day, a fact Aziraphale had noticed earlier without realizing the cause. Now, though, Crowley went quite liquid in his arms, like a cat fitting into an oddly shaped container. “Oh. Wow. You’re really ridiculously warm, you know that? S’ like. Like. Sunning on a really soft rock or something.”

“Quite a compliment,” Aziraphale teased softly. “And you look rather thoroughly intoxicated and on the verge of dozing off.”

“Nnnhrgnmph.”

Smiling, Aziraphale cradled the demon to his side, Crowley’s head on his shoulder. Crowley had somehow gone even more liquid now, his lips slightly parted, eyes still closed. His breaths slowed, deepening. Perhaps he really was falling asleep.

Remarkable, that Crowley could feel safe enough to sleep here after being hurt so recently. The trust was quite an honor, really, and Aziraphale gladly settled in to watch over him.

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[mimisempai]

Your loving touch

Summary

Aziraphale's fascination with Crowley's hair has only increased over the years, and now that he can touch it freely, he's not about to let it go.

Notes

I just obsessively like the idea of Aziraphale's fingers in Crowley's hair.

On Ao3

Rating G -  969 words

Crowley's hair.

One of his features that Aziraphale had always admired.

Whether he was an angel or a demon, the color of his hair was as warm as a candle flame, always changing and always so fascinating that the angel always wanted to touch it at the risk of getting burned.

Whatever the length, the cut, the style, he always had the longing to run his fingers through it. 

All the times Aziraphale had had to resist the urge to touch it.

The angel's dancing curls that followed his animated movements as he spoke of his beloved stars.

The long, wavy hair that flowed down his back when they'd seen each other on the wall, angel and demon. 

The short curls under the golden laurel wreath in Rome that had made the angel want to follow the outline of each with his finger.

And so, over the years, just like his never-changing outfit, his desire to touch the demon's hair had never gone away, growing stronger each time they met.

Like when they'd discussed the evolution of the Antichrist on the bus, and Aziraphale had almost felt a tingling in his fingers at the urge to untie the tie that held Crowley's hair.

But that would have been inappropriate. 

At no time would it have been appropriate, but the urge had always been there and Aziraphale couldn't deny it. 

Even less so now that he could touch the demon's hair whenever he wanted, for no particular reason.

If Aziraphale had imagined a million times what it would be like to run his fingers through Crowley's hair, he hadn't imagined how much he would enjoy it.

Craving had turned into addiction. 

The angel would always brush a strand behind Crowley's ear, twirl another between his fingers as they embraced, simply run his fingers through the red hair, or bury a hand in it and hold it tight as they kissed.

What made it even more addictive was that Aziraphale knew that Crowley liked having Aziraphale touch his hair as much as the angel liked touching it.

It was probably one of their incredible complementarities.

Touching and being touched.

They were on the sofa, and once again Crowley was lying on it, his head in the angel's lap. Aziraphale had long since put down his book and was content to stroke the demon's hair, watching in fascination as the light played on the red strands that slipped between his fingers.

"Angel? Can I ask you something?"

Aziraphale chuckled and replied, "You're never shy about asking me anything, so go ahead."

Crowley turned his head to look at him and asked quietly, "Why do you like my hair so much? I've noticed you touch it a lot."

Aziraphale, self-conscious, wanted to remove his hands from the demon's hair, but Crowley held them back and added, "I'm not saying that because I don't like it, far from it, but I guess I'm just curious to know why."

Aziraphale cleared his throat and said softly, his cheeks slightly flushed with embarrassment, "I used to want to touch your hair just because I felt an uncontrollable need to, a need I couldn't explain, it fascinated me, in fact it still fascinates me. But now, in addition to fascination and admiration, I'd say I want to touch it because it's part of you."

He slid a hand forward and caressed Crowley's cheek, which leaned into his palm. Then Aziraphale continued to run his fingers through Crowley's hair.

Crowley, his voice filled with wonder as if he couldn't believe what he was hearing, repeated the angel's words, "Because it's a part of me..."

Aziraphale, brushing back a lock of red hair, nodded and replied, "Yes, because I love everything about you, not just a part of you. Your hair, like your eyes, your skin, your spirit, your playfulness, everything. I like touching your hair because it's something very intimate, because you let me, because you like it too, because you're not afraid to be vulnerable in my hands, for all those reasons."

Crowley didn't answer, but straightened up, and Aziraphale feared he'd said too much. After all, maybe Crowley had come to find it creepy. He didn't have to ponder too long, for the demon had sat down next to him and now leaned in to kiss him. ust as his lips touched the angel's, he grabbed his hands and placed them on his hair, letting him know that his fascination with Crowley's hair was fully accepted. After that, Aziraphale's hands were buried in the demon's hair, and the kiss lasted until they had to part to catch their breath.

When they had caught their breath, Crowley lay back as before, his head in Aziraphale's lap, his hands automatically resting on Crowley's head. In a now incredibly familiar gesture of intimacy, Aziraphale resumed his caresses of Crowley's hair, sliding the soft red strands between his fingers.

The demon said softly, in a voice clearly full of emotion, "You know, Angel, when you touch me like that..."

His voice broke and for a moment he couldn't continue. Seeing that Crowley was struggling to find his words, Aziraphale said nothing and simply continued to stroke his hair. 

Crowley took Aziraphale's hand and kissed it gently before continuing, "When you touch me like that, it's like you're touching my soul. Whether it's my hair, my hands, or whatever you want, just keep touching me, because if you love to touch me, you can't imagine how much I love it when you touch me."

Since there was nothing more to say, Aziraphale said nothing, savoring the moment, continuing to run his fingers through the flaming strands and Crowley continuing to lean into his hands, which told him as much as the most beautiful of declarations, the love Aziraphale had for him.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

[fawnlillies]

Laurel Hell (G) (6k) (8/16)

As soon as the bartender brought over the bottle, Crowley started pouring as much alcohol as he could fit into his glass, and then downed it in one go. Rinse and repeat, so to say. And by the time he finished the bottle, or mostly finished it, he swore he saw an angel that looked an awful lot like Aziraphale at the bottom of his glass.

chapters 5-8 posted of the song ficlet posted!

[intenseperpetualbrainrot]

Crowley top 10 hairstyles ranked according to me.

10. Bildad the Shuhite. I love him I know we all love him but c'mon. It's a haircut. It's there barely BC he's covering it mostly. C'mon.

9. Nanny Crowley. It's just not a banger. It's nice and serves it's purpose but it's not jumping out as spectacular to me.

8. The straggly little ginger bob in s1. Disaster puppy, so very Crowley, but.

7. Rome with the little laurel wreath metal tiara crown thing. Cute. Too ginger. But if it was the red holy shit I'd be on the floor all gay I mean all day.

6. Season one Crowley ginger quiff. Marked down for gingerness.

5. SHAKESPEARE TRIP. HEAR ME OUT.

4. Long hair. (It's far down, I know, but honestly it's not doin much for me. There's not an awwww, an ooooh, or an oh! So fourth.)

3. Angel hair. Angel hair. Angel hair.

2. LOOK the dark red season two quiff does things for everyone right? Also made my straight (?) friend go "it's not gay if they don't have genders right?" (yes it is but I love you for trying.)

1. Look I see your long hair Crowley takes and I raise you manbun Crowley. EZ top tier

[goodbyevannyart]

The wildflowers are all in bloom here, so I wanted to imagine Crowley and Aziraphale enjoying the warm sunshine, cool breeze, sound of bees buzzing and feeling safe enough to just relax and enjoy the comfort of being together.

The flowers shown are the Texas mountain laurel, Texas sunflower, lemon beebalm, firewheel, and bluebonnets.

I’m also on Twitter, Instagram and AO3.

[aziraphales-library]

Hi there, hope you are doing well!

I was wondering if you knew of any fics, preferably explicit but not necessarily, that feature Crowley in drag? I’ve found a lot of she/her or otherwise fem!Crowley fics, but very few that broach the subject of cross-dressing/drag as a male-identifying entity.

Apologies for the weirdly specific request. Thank you so much for all y’all do by the way, this blog is an absolute gem!

Hello. I can't find loads, unfortunately. But here are a couple with Crowley in drag and a couple with Aziraphale in drag...

from tonight, I know that you're the only one by wowgaypeople (T)

Aziraphale, new to SoHo, goes to the wrong door of a gay club. Crowley is on the other side of that door. Antics ensue.

The Stylings of Madam Glena by altsernative (T)

It's 1977, eight years after Aziraphale said "You got too fast for me," and Crowley hasn't seen him since. In Aziraphale's absence, Crowley helps set up the Sundown Club, a gay bar in Soho. He tells himself--and downstairs--that it's building a space for "workers of inequity," although he finds comfort in the community. He's settled into a quiet routine of drinking at the bar every week until a beautiful drag queen captures his attention. Crowley feels unexpected things. It's weird. And where is Aziraphale?

Angel, Please by GhostOfCallisto (M)

Crowley and Aziraphale are both regular old humans who met under human circumstances. Crowley is a part of a struggling band called Hellish Rebuke with the demon crew, Aziraphale is a former drag queen named Angel Fell attempting to be a professional dancer. Maggie and Nina are best friends with Crowley and big fans of his band.

Love in a Family Dose by Fledglinger, thewalrus_said (G)

Crowley thumped his head against the door and thought a quick, sarcastic prayer at a God who had never, not once, had his back. “Aziraphale,” he said, trying for patience. “Open this door.” “Go away!” his husband shrieked. “You can’t see me like this!” “I’ve seen you every way imaginable,” Crowley said, trying the knob again. “Whatever state you’re in can’t be much worse. Newt! Get this door open!” “Sorry, Miss Azi,” he heard their housekeeper mumble, and then something heavy was moved away from the door and it swung open to reveal Newt, pale face flushed and pale hair disheveled. Crowley pushed past him into the room as Aziraphale shrieked again and disappeared behind his dressing screen.

Dust Shalt Thou Eat by ARealPip, Nix Laurel (E)

After the world doesn't end, Crowley and Aziraphale get a room at the Ritz and start working out what it means for them to be together. They can swap bodies and touch each other's souls, but their bodies interact with the world very differently from each other. Crowley's body is cursed by God, and he can't taste food. And Aziraphale, like all angels, doesn't experience sexual arousal. Now that they are together, they can expand each other's horizons. But relationships, even magical ones, are delicate and complicated, and being able to hear your partner's thoughts doesn't mean that you will agree on everything. Two magical lovers find ways to heal each other, to escape their past, and to protect Earth from all those bastards in Heaven and Hell.

Saving Eden by Aspiring_Eccentric (E)

Crowley had left Eden fully expecting death in one form or another. But what if he didn’t have to die? What would happen if he made it out of this? Trials and paperwork and news articles. His life would be ripped apart and exposed, ugly and raw to the world. But maybe it needed to happen if he wanted any chance at building a future. He’d tried running before, first burying what he was, and then who. And each time it had only led to worse things, to this. This fucking, suffocating mess that left him at the mercy of a merciless man.... Both Anthony Crowley and Ezra Fell feel stuck. Their lives have fallen into patterns they feel they have little control over, Crowley’s is controlled by a manipulative boss, and Ezra’s by his passive acceptance that he should be grateful for what he has. When the two lives cross, there are instant sparks. But will Crowley’s secrecy about his past, and his current situation, push Ezra away? A meet-cute that changed into a midlife crisis. A midlife crisis that changed into a lifelong devotion. Sometimes, persisting to exist is its own act of revolution.

- Mod D

[qismet]

i'm trying to find the best ways to explain laurel but he's a sickening cross between michael from the good place and crowley from good omens :p

[felinemotif]

🐈‍⬛ | 2024 reading list

eileen by ottessa moshfegh | in the miso soup by ryu murakami | slow days, fast company by eve babitz | ✰✰✰ the memory police by yoko ogawa | sharks in the rivers by ada límon | sister of mine by laurie petrou | y/n by esther yi | my body by emily ratajkowski | ✰✰✰✰ tennis lessons by susannah dickey | goddess of filth by v castro | ✰✰✰✰

lolita by vladimir nabokov | being lolita by alisson wood | no ballet shoes in syria by catherine bruton | an education in malice by s.t. gibson | a long time dead by samara breger | the hacienda by isabel cañas | the mermaid from jeju by sumi hahn | the lover by silvia moreno-garcia | ✰✰✰✰ água viva by clarice lispector | penance by eliza clark | monstrilio by gerardo sámano córdova | the last tale of the flower bride by roshani chokshi | corazón by yesika salgado | valley of the dolls by jacqueline susann | my body keeps your secrets by lucia osborne-crowley | the torn skirt by rebecca godfrey | a girl is a half-formed thing by eimear mcbride | madonna in a fur coat by sabahattin ali | sugar, baby by celine saintclare | cross roads by laurel hightower | dear laura by gemma amor | they drown our daughters by katrina monroe | the pure moon reflected on the water by zen cho | rest and be thankful by emma glass | the keeper of the night by kylie lee baker | the empress of time by kylie lee baker | notes from the underground by dostoevsky | white nights by dostoevsky | rouge by mona awad | big bad by chandler baker |

[mauraeyk]

15 Questions, 15 Friends

tagged by @burningblake, thank you my love!!! 🥰💖

Are you named after anyone? not that i know of, no

When was the last you cried? 5 days ago

Do you have kids? no

What sports do you play/have you played? used to be a professional runner, now i only go on jogs once or twice a week

Do you use sarcasm? when it's necessary yes lol

What is the first thing you notice about people? their smile (or non-existent smile)

What is your eye color? blue-grey

Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings definitely

Any talents? drawing and does being clumsy count? bc it's ridiculous how good i'm at that

Where were you born? austria

What are your hobbies? running, drawing, going to concerts, travelling and reading

Do you have any pets? a cat called sammy :)

How tall are you? 175 cm

Favorite subject at school? changed a lot depending on the teacher i had but i think mostly it was bookkeeping and history

Dream job? architect

I tag: @wedgeantill @laurellance @maisieepeters @spiridakos @sharpesjoy @kakinou @kiddstellas @rorydeckerstars @enchanted-keys @usererics @crowley-anthony @klutzygirl @clarkslana @clairesbeauchamp @damn-salvatore

[edosianorchids901]

So Happy Together

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "how far we've come"

“Y’know,” Crowley said, on the verge of dozing with his head in Aziraphale’s lap, “S’ pretty impressive.”

His pillow shifted a little as Aziraphale leaned to grab the jug of wine from the low table by their dining couch. “What’s pretty impressive?”

Aziraphale settled back into place, and Crowley wriggled to get comfortable again. The soft thigh made an ideal spot to rest, at least when it wasn’t moving. “How far we’ve come.”

Mid-pour, Aziraphale paused to give him a baffled look. “I’m afraid I still don’t quite understand, dear fellow.”

“I mean…” Crowley waved a hand vaguely, coordination compromised by all the alcohol. “You n’ me. When we first met, I half expected you t’ smite me for being annoying.”

“I wouldn’t have done such a thing!” Expression indignant, Aziraphale plucked a grape from a bowl and fed it to Crowley. “Granted, you were a bit annoying, barraging me with all those questions immediately after we met. But I certainly would not have smote you.”

“Well yeah, but I didn’t know you again. You mighta been an arsehole.” Grinning up at the angel’s unimpressed expression, Crowley poked him in the belly. “You’re annoying too sometimes, y’know. When you get all holier than thou.”

Aziraphale rolled his eyes and fed him another grape. “I believe you’ve rather wandered off from your original point.”

“Oh yeah.” Crowley took a moment to remember his original point, then brightened. “Anyway. Point is. When we met, we were enemies.”

“We are still enemies,” Aziraphale said primly while his fingers trailed through Crowley’s short curls. The laurel crown thingy had long since been removed and tossed to the table. “I am an angel, and—”

“Yes, all right, and I’m a demon. But we, er…” The wine was starting to make Crowley sleepy, which really didn’t help with clarity. He yawned.

“Well, I’m so glad we’ve established that.”

The bitchiness in Aziraphale’s tone brought another grin to Crowley’s face, as well as a direction for his thoughts. He patted Aziraphale’s thigh. “Started off enemies, not sure about each other. But lookit us now.”

Aziraphale blinked. “Extremely drunk in Rome?”

“No! Well, yeah, guess s’ relevant. S’ mah whole point.” He prodded Aziraphale’s belly again and enjoyed the look of irritation on the angel’s face. “We’re drunk together. We’re together.”

“That’s a very astute obser… obs…” Aziraphale pursed his lips and glared at the wine in his hand. “I seem to be getting as intoxicated as you now.”

Aziraphale hadn’t quite caught up with him yet. When they first got to Petronius’s place, Crowley had still been cranky, depressed, in a mood. He’d been downing wine at an astronomical rate.

But now he was happy, and it wasn’t just because of the wine. He offered Aziraphale the most winning grin he could manage when half of the verge of plunging into an alcohol-induced nap. “We’re friends.”

That produced a horrified sort of sputtering, frantic hand waving, and a brilliant red flush in Aziraphale’s cheeks. Crowley watched, fascinated, as wine went flinging out of his cup and splashed all over the dining couch beside them.

“We are not friends!” Aziraphale finally choked, setting down his empty cup and irritably flicking wine off his fingers. “You absurd old serpent.”

They were absolutely friends, but even drunk, Crowley could tell that pushing his luck on that was a bad idea. Instead, he settled into an even more comfortable position and closed his eyes, head still in Aziraphale’s lap. “S’ okay if I take a nap here?”

“Oh! Of course,” Aziraphale said without any hesitation.

They had come a long way, even if Aziraphale wasn’t prepared to admit it. No other angel would let a demon borrow their lap for a pillow. And no other demon would feel utterly safe doing so.

But as Crowley sank into the comfortable haze of approaching sleep, warm lips pressed to his forehead. Just for a split second, and accompanied by a soft murmur, barely audible. “Sleep, and dream of whatever you like best.”

The goodwill in those words washed through Crowley, clearing away all the dark clutter and inescapable stress that often haunted his dreams. And, all at once, he knew what he would dream about.

More days, spent just like this one. Days of talking and eating and drinking together. Days spent with his best friend.