Azirafeast

This Is Just To Say: The AziraFeast Edition

Inspired by William Carlos Williams' "This Is Just To Say," here's Crowley and Aziraphale's playful snack confessions... because eternal companionship is basically an endless Azirafeast of mischief and stolen treats.

I was supposed to draw a portrait of the angel, but I wanted to try one of myself as I've never actually done that

…to enjoy the finer things in life!

That Berry Ice Cream

Text: 4373 words ➡️ Podfic: 31:33 minutes ➡️

In which Aziraphale has some really good ice cream and Crowley flirts shamelessly. (Aziraphale does too.)

Rated T (although the way Aziraphale licks the spoon straddles the line)

Tags: fluff, sexual tension, flirting, kissing, no smut, Crowley watches Aziraphale eat, British Sign Language in a loud bar, How to sneak in smut without actually writing smut: Food

Aziraphale tilted his head, matching the demon’s angle, then, without for a moment breaking eye contact, scooped up a second spoonful of sorbet, slowly opened his mouth for it and moaned sinfully when the ice hit his tongue. He then raised both his eyebrows, inquiring and only a little bit condescending. There was a brief silence. “Do remember to breathe,” he remarked drily and returned to the muscat.

and:

Without looking, Crowley reached his left hand out for the martini, took a long, slow sip; he then set it down again, picked up the cocktail skewer by its dry end, closed his lips around an olive, and pulled the stick away. It was—unreasonably suggestive. His face felt oddly slack. And—yes, blushing; of course he was blushing. ‘You should probably chew,’ signed Crowley, somewhat awkwardly with occupied hands.

I knocked this out in basically an evening after going to a work function at a restaurant which had very amazing tasty glorious great ice cream and little cakes. I had to stop myself from making Aziraphale Eating Noises(tm) in front of all my colleagues. Most of the fic was finished in my head after I'd walked back to the hotel, iirc, and most of the podfic editing happened on my mum's living room couch the days before Christmas. (Pro tip: Maybe don't edit yourself groaning hedonistically in yer ma's living room. I did have headphones, but it felt like my blush could have powered the neighbourhood.)

Chapters: 8/20 Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens), Anathema Device, Nina (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Metatron (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Angst, Suicide Attempt, Depression, Crowley Has PTSD (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has an Anxiety Disorder (Good Omens), Blackmail, Phone Calls & Telephones, Eventual Happy Ending, Eventual Smut, Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a Mess (Good Omens), Past Crowley/Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens), Crowley Needs a Hug (Good Omens), Crowley Gets a Hug (Good Omens) Summary:

Anthony J Crowley worked at one of these jobs. You know, these jobs. He would call people at an ungodly hour, without their consent, to try to sell them insurance, pills that make you taller, thinner, stronger or that would grow a certain part of the male anatomy, or even psychic readings of their future. This job was hell. Until one day, as he called yet again a person to try and sell them “a free vacation to Eldorado”, he fell upon the softest voice he had ever heard, and the person behind the phone chatted with him, asked about his day and was even nice to him. What could possibly go wrong? ~ Or: Crowley’s a spam caller who’s being blackmailed and one of his clients happens to be Aziraphale.

In honour of Azirafeast, I managed to pull together a short, 888 word fic (rated E)

Tags: Top Aziraphale, Bottom Crowley, post season 3 - please see AO3 for more tags (especially as Tumblr is being a little puritan at the moment and wouldn't let me post this without a content label JUST BECAUSE I ORIGINALLY USED AN IMAGE OF A BED. THE SHEETS WEREN'T EVEN THAT RUMPLED.)

Summary:

Aziraphale enjoys himself most when indulging in Crowley...

Excerpt:

Crowley huffed out a laugh, throwing an arm over his eyes. "You seem pretty bloody chatty still."

A wicked grin danced across Aziraphale's face. "I did say 'almost'. But perhaps you're right," he hummed, eyeing the delicious temptation that lay just inches away from him. "I'm sure there are better things my mouth could be doing..."

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But it gets even better. The book they are discussing this month is... Good Omens!

5 100 word drabbles for Aziraphale's special day. Please, enjoy!

@azirafeast

It looks like Crowley and Aziraphale had a very big dinner together, now their bellies are completely full and satisfied.😄

Just your typical drunken bookshop conversation about cake.

(featuring one of the things Aziraphale loves best: drunken conversations with Crowley!)

rated T, 797 words, cw for canon-typical alcohol consumption

Read it on AO3, or below the cut