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[metalmiez]

It's ineffable, my dear

With a content sigh, the demon slung his left arm around the angel. He snaked his head across Aziraphale's right shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his cheek.

"Whatcha doin', angel?" Crowley murmured lazily and pressed a kiss against Aziraphale's temple. He felt the angel lean into the soft touch, humming softly.

"About to put the kettle on for my afternoon tea. Did you have a nice nap, dear?" His warm hand wrapped around Crowley's and tenderly caressed the skin on his wrist.

"Mrm. Would've been nicer if someone had allowed me to sleep around his neck."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"You nearly discorporated me last time, when you turned back into your human shape in your sleep, darling."

Crowley grinned about this particular memory. He wanted to tease his angel more, but his silly thoughts derailed when he felt Aziraphale's right hand reaching out and caressing his hair. The demon hummed appreciatively and leaned his face against the soft fabric of his sky-blue shirt. For Satan's sake, it shouldn't feel so nice to bask in Aziraphale's warmth and tender touch - he was a demon after all.

But on the other hand. He had grown quite comfortable in Aziraphale's presence. Every soft touch, every kiss, every affectionate nickname had burned away a tiny bit of Crowley's millennia-old defense. Truth be told, he really liked the tender affections, and to be soft and vulnerable and gentle. If he ever felt the urge to be demonic, he still had his plants to threaten.

With another sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned closer.

I felt the urge to draw some tooth rotting fluff again, and the urge to grin like an idiot was strong with this one. Hopefully, it gives you the same amount of dopamine as it gave me while drawing it <3

[silvernightwalker]

Malicious cuddles

This fanfic is written because of @metalmiez's amazing art exists and I had to do something with it. Enjoy this overly fluffy and cute fic of the Ineffable hubbies! <3 I present to you:

You're welcome

@goodomensafterdark

[hopelesslysleepy]

A 1941 fic of my own inspired by this gorgeous art by @metalmiez and her corresponding fic Hat Swap.

Summary: An angel and a demon swap hats and share a dance after an eventful evening in 1941.

[improbabledreams900]

Eden!verse Masterpost

AO3

Link to all of the Eden!verse fics

Russian translation of Eden!verse (WIP) by Sonnet23

   also on Ficbook

Chinese translation of A Memory of Eden by xxxbeike

    also on Lofter

Podfic of O Little Town of Bethlehem by GoLBPodfics

Summaries

Summary of A Memory of Eden

Summary of the “Bridging” Oneshots (all in the same post)

Crime & Punishment

What Glue Has Bound Together, Let No Angel Tear Asunder

O Little Town of Bethlehem

Summary of The End of Eternity

Summary of The Inheritance of Eden and In the Beginning

Handy Diagrams

The Hierarchy of Angels & Archangel and Archdemon Organization Chart

The Seven Circles of Heaven Diagram

The Gate to the Individual Heavens (from The End of Eternity)

Playlist

Eden!verse Playlist by me (covering the entire series)

Books

I turned the series into a set of printed books!

Art

From A Memory of Eden:

Crowley Being Taken to Heaven, by curiouslissa

Crowley Being Taken to Heaven, by ognivik

Aziraphale’s Fall, by portraitoftheoddity

The Clock Scene, by sous-le-saule

The Clock, by me

Aziraphale Finds Crowley’s Feather, by curiouslissa

The Burning of the Journals, by me

Aziraphale with Crowley’s Feather, by veller13

Crowley Reading to Aziraphale, by lesyabb

Death of Aziraphale, by cozy-aziraphale

Aziraphale’s Death, by los0sev

Aziraphale’s Death & Crowley Grieving, by Xail (also here)

Crowley’s Poor Heart Breaking, by me

Crowley Being Generally Heartbroken (some more), by me

Crowley Tearing Out His Feathers, by La-rainette-verte

Crowley Tearing Out His Feathers in the Church, by me

Just Let Me Fall, by me

The Waterfall Scene, by me

Crowley with the Scarf, by arishka-endy

Crowley with the Scarf, by metalmiez

Crowley and Aziraphale Watching the Stars, by vinterome

The Fall of the Rebel Angels, by me

From O Little Town of Bethlehem:

Stay Close to Me, by ekalita-blr

From The Inheritance of Eden:

Heaven’s Library (Cover Art), by me

The Fab Four (Ludwig, Hamilton, Houdini, & Otho), by me 

The Words to Spells, by me

The Martyrium, by me

Crowley as a Mexican Black Kingsnake, by me

Crowley in the Holdall, by me

Serpent!Crowley Saving Aziraphale at the Bookshop, by curiouslissa

Death Cometh Amongst the Lilies’ Bloom, by me

Crowley’s Gift for Aziraphale, by curiouslissa

Crowley and Aziraphale Dolls, by sonnet23

Noli Timere Messorum (Don’t Fear the Reaper): A Visual Metaphor, by me

From In the Beginning:

God Shaping Phanuel, by patolozka

The Fall, by sous-le-saule

From The Redemption of Eden:

Cover Art, by me

Bert’s Brandy, by me

The Many Fashions of Ishtyr, by me

Fics Inspired By Eden!Verse

‘Twas There That We Parted, by DoctorTrekLock

The Abduction of an Angel, by DoctorTrekLock

The Tsar’s Hat, by Sonnet23 [also available in Russian]

Art: Aziraphale in the Tsar’s Hat by slipperyyy

Art: Story Illustrations by curiouslissa

Extras

Crowley and Aziraphale’s Midfarthing Cottage

Sigil Around the Tree of Life (from The Inheritance of Eden)

Graph of the Use of the Word “Beautiful” (from The Inheritance of Eden)

Heavenly Arithmetic (from The Inheritance of Eden)

Crowley as a Christ Figure (from The Inheritance of Eden)

I visited some of the real-life locations of places mentioned in Eden!verse

[metalmiez]

• I FORGIVE YOU •

The angel had fallen down to his knees, Crowley following him. Aziraphale’s hands were clutched into the demon‘s jacket, honding onto him like a drowning person to a piece of driftwood. His forehead pressed on the demons chest, and he begged for pardon over and over again.

„Angel,“ Crowley tried to calm him down with a soft voice, but the shaking angel was not responding.

„I did messed it all up! Earth! Heaven! Us! I was so mean to you! So rude!“ he croaked, shivering. Crowley wrapped his arms around Aziraphale’s trembling shoulders, tenderly caressed the back of his head. He took a last glance at all the burning chaos and destruction around them, before he closed his eyes and pressed his face into the angel’s golden curls, his dark wings shielding them.

At least they were together, here, at the end of it all.

Crowley pulled Aziraphale closer, one hand caressing his back.

Aziraphale was still murmuring his apologies, dulled down now by Crowley‘s embrace.

„Angel,“ the demon repeated and Aziraphale‘s mumbling died down. Crowley took a deep breath, words forming in his head he never thought he would ever use them. But they needed to be said. They needed to be heard, because they meant so much more.

„I forgive you.“

[metalmiez]

Wives <3

They are living rent-free in my head <3

[metalmiez]

Sketchy Doodles

Unfortunately I'm suffering from Tendonitis (again *sigh*) so no fully rendered drawing today :/ But I still want to feed you some ineffable spouses sketches that were lingering on my iPad for some time, so have these <3 I have this 1940s wives brainrot going on and I love drawing my version of femme Aziraphale/Crowley in 1940s/1950s attire <3 Also, I'm actually brooding over a 1940s one shot where we get some female presenting Aziracrow. It has already 5k words, but I'm still not finished... so stay tuned ;)

[metalmiez]

Hat Swap

“May I say, that my chapeau looks rather … daft on you? You could at least put it on how it belongs!” Aziraphale teased him while he eyed the top of Crowley’s head.

“Pfft, don’t wanna ruin my hair. You know how much pomade it takes to get it slick like this?”

A crooked smile curled up his demonic lips as he let go of Aziraphale’s hand to adjust the hat on the angel’s head that had started to tilt dangerously, as if the stubborn curls wanted to get back into their preferred shape. As he finished adjusting the hat, his hand trailed off without his intervention – and well, somehow, he managed to cup the angel’s face with his palm. In shock he froze. Why did he do that for? He didn’t mean to do so. Alcohol. Must been the alcohol! The alcohol that left his corporation now in panic, back to the bottles where it couldn’t interfere with his actions anymore. Oh shit.

Their gazes interlocked and suddenly the whole seriousness of their dance seemed to shift. And to his biggest confusion – Aziraphale stared at him for a long moment, but then he smiled. But not his normal, polite smile or the smirk from earlier this evening. No. It was the kind of smile that made his eyes twinkle like little stars. The light of the candles that reflected in his gaze didn’t make it better. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

His now sober mind didn’t help either. The really slow, very much too romantic track playing didn’t either.

He was fucked. And he was smitten. A lot. By this silly angel with his silly curls and this silly hat and this silly smile and these silly feelings that he created by just existing in Crowley’s presence.

“A-Angel, I-“ he started to apologize, but his voice betrayed him by dying off nonchalantly, as he felt the angel lean softly into the touch and wrapping his hand tenderly around the demon’s wrist. Crowley blinked nervously and a sudden longing filled his being. Something he suppressed for so long he just forgot it was there.

He swallowed nervously and felt the heat rushing into his cheeks as he leaned forward a tiny bit, to test his luck – to see if what he was hoping to happen would correspond with reality. Aziraphale didn’t pull back. He didn’t even flinch. Nothing of that usual nervousness and anxiety whenever the demon came too close. His eyes only gleamed brighter. “May … may I … ngkh … may I kiss you?”

Read further on my AO3 :3

Thanks @hopelesslysleepy for inspiring this drawing and this little fic <3

AZIRACROW KISS JUMPSCARE >:D

[metalmiez]

If we dare

“You are safer than anywhere else. I promise. That’s what friends do. They take care of each other.”

Aziraphale wanted to say so much more. His feelings – the feelings that he had become aware of so recently – had started to bubble over, threatening to overwhelm him, to break out of him and do something stupid. Something forbidden. He had to stop. He had to retreat. Now. Whatever he was thinking, it wouldn’t make anything easier. As his doubts and his common sense finally started to take over, Crowley put a spoke in his wheel.

The angel watched as Crowley made a familiar gesture with his left hand, and suddenly, the little dust speckles around them stopped whirling, the faint sounds of the city outside fell silent. His arm brushed Aziraphale’s as his hand reached out for the angel’s face, softly caressing his cheek with a thumb, while taking a step closer.

Something had changed in the demon’s expression, turned his tense face soft and smoothing out his features. It sent a spike of anxiety, but also of anticipation down Aziraphale’s spine.

“I thought I have lost you for a moment,” Crowley quietly admitted, in the safety of the little frame he bought them, where time didn’t exist, his fingertips resting on the angel’s face. The honesty in his voice and the deepness in his gaze made Aziraphale shiver. Never had he seen Crowley so unmasked before, his eyes so clear and vulnerable – no hidden meanings behind his words, just straight forward emotional honesty.

“I won’t go anywhere without you,” Aziraphale promised softly.

This little snippet is part of my One Shot "If we dare" <3

Feel free to check it out <3

[metalmiez]

That one quiet day in the South Downs Cottage

“You are the most important thing in this universe,” Crowley told him in one desperate breath. “You don’t know that yet. But you will. You’ll remember. And I’ll tell you. I’ll tell you every day. But you need to stay. You need -”

I had this sketch for chapter 36 of the amazing fic 'Are We Meant to read the Footnotes' (written by the wonderful @riathedreamer) lying around in my WIP folder for literal months and never found the energy to finish it. But today, I did.

I'm really proud of the wings and the lighting of this piece. I hope you like it too <3

[metalmiez]

Battlefield of Earth

There it was. The Second Coming. The Battle of Earth.

He could not stop it. As his wings carried Aziraphale over the blaze, miraculously white feathers regarding the thick black smoke curling into the darkened sky, he started tearing up.

After so much work, so much reasoning, so much pleading there was nothing he could change. Nothing. It has all been for nothing. All he was giving up, all he was leaving behind, it didn’t make any difference.

He watched demons and angels fighting each other, in a manner he did not see since the Battle in Heaven, way back before the fall. A few spare humans, trying to hide from the attacks, sheltered under the ruins of a collapsed house. They were miraculously hidden from the supernatural beings around them.

The Supreme Archangel wiped his tear-stained cheeks and tried not to think of all the people dying because of his incompetence. Could he have been more persistent? What if he gave a shit about the other angels and just decided to take action without their permission? Would he even be able to use his new Archangel powers to do so? Or would the Metatron or God herself intervened beforehand?

No one tried to stop him now, in this chaos it would be impossible to trace miraculous activity. But it was too late now anyway. The first wave of the Second Coming wiped away 90% of life on earth already. It wasn’t a multi-nation atomic war they thought of in Armageddon. No. This time it was every natural disaster possible, including earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, and tsunamis all over the planet on an unprecedented scale. The souls to be claimed and assorted need to be tested in the hardest way possible, to only get the purest ones into Eternity.

Read further on my AO3 :)

[hopelesslysleepy]

Midnight-black paint gleamed under the gaslight. His coat rested on his shoulders, billowing slightly behind him, dark as wings catching the wind. He slid on a pair of driving gloves that molded to his hands like a second skin, fingers flexing in anticipation.

The salesman had handed him the keys with a slight hesitation. “Handle her gently,” he’d said, with an air of doubt, like he worried Crowley might snap her in half on the first bend. But Crowley knew her limits—or wanted to find them, anyway.

And for the first time in ages, he wasn’t about to go slowly. What was the point? He’d tried that already and wound up nowhere, dragging himself through centuries in slow motion. But this—this had the feel of flight.

His gloved fingers tightened around the steering wheel until he heard the leather creak.

Beneath him, the Bentley rumbled, the engine’s growl reverberating through him, feeling the power gather like a coiled spring, ready to be let loose. He hadn’t tasted this exhilaration in centuries, not since his wings had last sliced through starlit clouds, swift as thought. He took her out of London with a snarl of speed that cut through the fog, headlights a flash of white fire across the dark road.

She was a good car, he thought.

And the demon grinned, one part delight and one part defiance, as he teased more out of her, daring her to keep up with him, letting her show him everything she had. It was a dance, almost—she gave him her all, and he let her fly.

@metalmiez your art fuels my engine ❤️🖤🤍

Who is this distinguished gentleman(gn)?

I wanted to draw Crowley in gloves in honour of my good friend @hopelesslysleepy ❤️ You’re the best ❤️ Thanks for being so kind and supportive ❤️

[milehighmegs]

this is so beautiful

It's ineffable, my dear

With a content sigh, the demon slung his left arm around the angel. He snaked his head across Aziraphale's right shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his cheek.

"Whatcha doin', angel?" Crowley murmured lazily and pressed a kiss against Aziraphale's temple. He felt the angel lean into the soft touch, humming softly.

"About to put the kettle on for my afternoon tea. Did you have a nice nap, dear?" His warm hand wrapped around Crowley's and tenderly caressed the skin on his wrist.

"Mrm. Would've been nicer if someone had allowed me to sleep around his neck."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"You nearly discorporated me last time, when you turned back into your human shape in your sleep, darling."

Crowley grinned about this particular memory. He wanted to tease his angel more, but his silly thoughts derailed when he felt Aziraphale's right hand reaching out and caressing his hair. The demon hummed appreciatively and leaned his face against the soft fabric of his sky-blue shirt. For Satan's sake, it shouldn't feel so nice to bask in Aziraphale's warmth and tender touch - he was a demon after all.

But on the other hand. He had grown quite comfortable in Aziraphale's presence. Every soft touch, every kiss, every affectionate nickname had burned away a tiny bit of Crowley's millennia-old defense. Truth be told, he really liked the tender affections, and to be soft and vulnerable and gentle. If he ever felt the urge to be demonic, he still had his plants to threaten.

With another sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned closer.

I felt the urge to draw some tooth rotting fluff again, and the urge to grin like an idiot was strong with this one. Hopefully, it gives you the same amount of dopamine as it gave me while drawing it <3

[silvernightwalker]

Arsgsffarafafagsg this is so soft help me 😭❤️✨️😭❤️✨️😭❤️✨️

It's ineffable, my dear

With a content sigh, the demon slung his left arm around the angel. He snaked his head across Aziraphale's right shoulder and nuzzled his nose against his cheek.

"Whatcha doin', angel?" Crowley murmured lazily and pressed a kiss against Aziraphale's temple. He felt the angel lean into the soft touch, humming softly.

"About to put the kettle on for my afternoon tea. Did you have a nice nap, dear?" His warm hand wrapped around Crowley's and tenderly caressed the skin on his wrist.

"Mrm. Would've been nicer if someone had allowed me to sleep around his neck."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"You nearly discorporated me last time, when you turned back into your human shape in your sleep, darling."

Crowley grinned about this particular memory. He wanted to tease his angel more, but his silly thoughts derailed when he felt Aziraphale's right hand reaching out and caressing his hair. The demon hummed appreciatively and leaned his face against the soft fabric of his sky-blue shirt. For Satan's sake, it shouldn't feel so nice to bask in Aziraphale's warmth and tender touch - he was a demon after all.

But on the other hand. He had grown quite comfortable in Aziraphale's presence. Every soft touch, every kiss, every affectionate nickname had burned away a tiny bit of Crowley's millennia-old defense. Truth be told, he really liked the tender affections, and to be soft and vulnerable and gentle. If he ever felt the urge to be demonic, he still had his plants to threaten.

With another sigh, he closed his eyes and leaned closer.

I felt the urge to draw some tooth rotting fluff again, and the urge to grin like an idiot was strong with this one. Hopefully, it gives you the same amount of dopamine as it gave me while drawing it <3

[badaziraphaletakes]

Sorry not sorry for spamming @metalmiez art

Hat Swap

“May I say, that my chapeau looks rather … daft on you? You could at least put it on how it belongs!” Aziraphale teased him while he eyed the top of Crowley’s head.

“Pfft, don’t wanna ruin my hair. You know how much pomade it takes to get it slick like this?”

A crooked smile curled up his demonic lips as he let go of Aziraphale’s hand to adjust the hat on the angel’s head that had started to tilt dangerously, as if the stubborn curls wanted to get back into their preferred shape. As he finished adjusting the hat, his hand trailed off without his intervention – and well, somehow, he managed to cup the angel’s face with his palm. In shock he froze. Why did he do that for? He didn’t mean to do so. Alcohol. Must been the alcohol! The alcohol that left his corporation now in panic, back to the bottles where it couldn’t interfere with his actions anymore. Oh shit.

Their gazes interlocked and suddenly the whole seriousness of their dance seemed to shift. And to his biggest confusion – Aziraphale stared at him for a long moment, but then he smiled. But not his normal, polite smile or the smirk from earlier this evening. No. It was the kind of smile that made his eyes twinkle like little stars. The light of the candles that reflected in his gaze didn’t make it better. Oh shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit.

His now sober mind didn’t help either. The really slow, very much too romantic track playing didn’t either.

He was fucked. And he was smitten. A lot. By this silly angel with his silly curls and this silly hat and this silly smile and these silly feelings that he created by just existing in Crowley’s presence.

“A-Angel, I-“ he started to apologize, but his voice betrayed him by dying off nonchalantly, as he felt the angel lean softly into the touch and wrapping his hand tenderly around the demon’s wrist. Crowley blinked nervously and a sudden longing filled his being. Something he suppressed for so long he just forgot it was there.

He swallowed nervously and felt the heat rushing into his cheeks as he leaned forward a tiny bit, to test his luck – to see if what he was hoping to happen would correspond with reality. Aziraphale didn’t pull back. He didn’t even flinch. Nothing of that usual nervousness and anxiety whenever the demon came too close. His eyes only gleamed brighter. “May … may I … ngkh … may I kiss you?”

Read further on my AO3 :3

Thanks @hopelesslysleepy for inspiring this drawing and this little fic <3

AZIRACROW KISS JUMPSCARE >:D