#divinehedonism

To Plant New Seeds by momentia

It's sometime later, still dark or maybe dark again, when the door to his flat opens. He wakes, startles, then whimpers. Every tiny movement feels like the knives are still hacking away at him. Where was their cold efficiency then? No, they'd wanted him to suffer. They'd succeeded.

"Oh." That voice again, and in the room this time. Crowley would weep, but he's not sure when he last stopped. "Oh," Aziraphale says again, "oh, Crowley."

"They took them," Crowley moans, pitiful even to his own ears. "They took my wings."

thank you!! <3 i’ve gotten attached to this au now, so i guess i’m fully developing it lol

and yes, i love his teeth~

Sure thing!

Warmth by indigo (indigo_angels)

Friends with benefits really had to be the very best solution there was for any self-respecting immortal being on Earth. Handy. Convenient. The perfect way to de-stress with none of the hassle of trying to find a human willing to overlook the more demonic parts of appearance. It was reliable. Comforting even. Dependable, emotionless relief.

Perfect, Crowley thought.

Right up until the point when, well, it wasn’t.

Sure thing!

this message is a warning about danger (about love) by darcylindbergh

He knows Aziraphale wonders about it, sometimes. The snake.

Crowley’s always careful with it. He’s always careful to make it seem like it should be impressive, to posture and pose and tease Aziraphale; or else he’s careful to make it seem like a joke, to fill it to the brim with bravado and confidence until it’s practically sour on his own tongue, laughing and showing off.

He doesn’t ever say that he’s afraid, afterwards, and there’s not really much else to be said.

Absolutely!

play the game by PaintedVanilla

when you're feeling down and your resistance is low

light another cigarette and let yourself go

this is your life

don't play hard to get

it's a free world

all you have to do is fall in love

play the game

Certainly!

Coming Home by TawnyOwl95

Aziraphale isn’t running away. She is making space to regroup after she caught her husband bending his PA over the kitchen counter. (She’ll never be able to roll out pastry there again!)

Crowley is not hiding. She is taking a moment to recover from a stressfully successful career in London's financial sector (And all the questionable life decisions she made to pursue this.)

They’ve both returned to their home town and aren’t expecting to fall in love again. But with twice as much baggage and far more hurts than when they were teenagers, it’s going to take a miracle to stop history repeating itself.

Absolutely!

Clementine by Mussimm

I love you madlyLet my imagination run away with you gladly.

The seaside neighbours AU exactly one person asked for.