Of Serpents And Doves

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i truly really appreciate this. my lovely beta and i are managing alright. i am american, from a county that decided the election, and i'm very upset by the amount of voter disenfranchisement that's been going on. my birthday is coming up on the 12th and this has been a wonderful (please note my sarcasm there) birthday present for me.

that being said - i try to keep this space politics free, so i'll leave it at this. support your neighbours. love your friends. take care of each other and show love as much as you can. the people in this country are the ones that make the difference. there are still going to be people on the ground pushing for our rights. the whole world is watching.

and as always, my dear guest user, i appreciate you. i'm going to assign you an emoji to sign off with because i desperately want to know when it's you, even if i don't know your name.

thus, i assign you... 🐛. feel free to change it if you so choose.

Maggie makes a strange face, like she’s trying desperately not to cry, and then nods. “Thank you, Mr. Fell. You’re so wonderful to me- an angel.” She laughs and wipes her eyes.

“Isn’t he?” Crowley growls, the noise not particularly threatening but certainly enough to startle another omega only feet away. The ginger takes her mate’s hand from the table and presses his knuckles to their lips, kissing them with the kind of horrendous energy of some sort of recently angered bog witch, fixed precisely on Maggie.

hi anon !

She freezes for a moment, staring at Ezra with wide eyes. “...Did I do something wrong?” she asks softly, clearly scared.

“No, love,” Ezra answers gently, taking her hand and flipping it to look at her wrist. The burgundy wrap that she uses to conceal her scent gland has little dots of dampness on it, and when he moves closer to check the patches on her neck, he sees that they’re completely soaked through. He takes a deep breath, holds it for a second, and nods.

“What’s the matter, angel?” Crowley whines softly, clearly extremely confused by the whole thing.

Hi everyone ! I'm sorry to do this to you, but I'm going to be postponing the next chapter a week. I said when I started posting again that it likely wasn't going to be weekly, and my beta and I both need a week off. Worry not, I'll be working on the fic consistently throughout, this'll just give me more time to add stuff to the backlog so I Can post on time for y'all, hopefully.

“Do you want to leave?” Ezra asks shakily.

Crowley gives him a look like he just slapped her, scoffing. “No! Why would I want to leave? I love you, Ezra.”

Ezra finds himself letting out a dark laugh, and he regrets it the moment it slips out, but continues anyway. “Are you trying to suggest that I don’t have the same feelings for you?”

“Crowley- Fuck. Don’t look, I think you’ve caught a stray,” they whisper in her ear. She feels her body go rigid but tries to maintain composure as she takes their hand and continues walking.

“What- you can’t just say that and not explain,” Crowley hisses back, her eyes flicking to her friend’s cautious expression. “The fuck does that mean?”

Bee grips Crowley’s hand tightly and leads them to the left, into a lingerie store. When they’re safely hidden between aisles of lacy panties, the omega’s friend looks them up and down. “What? What’s the matter?” Crowley asks, confused to the point of annoyance. “Why are we hiding?”

“There’s a guy- an alpha. I think he’s tracking you."

Bit of a bummer chapter this Sunday, so as a reward, i present you: updated ref sheets. Courtesy of me and my iPad.

The little thing is dark, sunset orange, covered in a beautiful pattern that resembles dappled sunlight through leaves. He has pale yellow markings around his eyes, and as Crowley sets the tupperware lid down he raises his tiny head and lets his tongue out to sniff.

“Oh my god, he’s adorable,” the omega stage whispers, clearly trying to contain their excitement.

“He’s much smaller than I expected,” Ezra comments, watching as his mate sets the entire container down in the substrate of Crawley’s tank.

"Crowley nearly chokes, standing perfectly still. They know that if they wanted to dart now he’d only chase them, and while she loves the thought of being caught, it might be easier to…

Her mind short circuits for a moment.

She loves the thought of being caught.

She looks around the vast kitchen, down the hallways leading off of the room, and something in her hindbrain makes a choice."

I'm sure many, if not all of you, saw the update I made to Of Serpents And Doves a little less than a month back. I've been and continue to be very busy, but I have some treats lined up for you.

Currently, I'm in the process of re-editing the entire fic to match my current standards of writing and formatting, and that comes with a few things:

- I'm adding little bits of story to old chapters and fixing the flow to the best of my abilities, because surprisingly there were several events that I felt were a bit rushed

- The exciting new edition of chapter titles, which I've wanted from jump but simply could not figure out how I wanted to do

- Minor edits to formatting and word choice

Re-reading the fic will not be necessary for old readers, as all in all not much will change, but it will be an enhanced experience and you may have a fun time looking for new additions if you do read.

in which Crowley and Ezra's night is ended with a bang.

nsfw below the cut !!

in which Crowley finally has her presentation.

a bit of a different post for this chapter. i already posted a sneak preview of the chapter, so instead i'm going to supply ✨supplementary material✨. so ! here are Ezra and Crowley's outfits for the presentation, in a shocking two (2) colourways !

in addition to this, i wanted to share some photos of the house i loosely based this chapter's setting on- it is in fact, a refurbished church in Knightsbridge.

yeah, you

chapter 31 is done

it'll be up tomorrow