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Commission for the loveliest @emsiecat who wanted a warm and cozy edit of Aziraphale and Crowley happily cuddled up together in the South Downs cottage.

Thank you for trusting me with your ideas, Emma! It was a joyful journey ❤️

( Anonymous said: Aziraphale, dear, my voice is none the greatest but I sing anyway because music is a comfort and a mind-stretcher and I enjoy making friends in choir. (I've missed choir, this last year!) If you want to do stage magic, do it, and if Crowley doesn't like it he can go yell at his plants or something. Anonymous said: Don’t listen to that silly anon, Aziraphale, you’re a wonderful magician! Besides, who cares what other people think anyway? As long as it makes you happy, you should keep doing it no matter what people may tell you. Anonymous said: you are fairly bad at the magic routine, Aziraphale, but that's okay, that just requires practice. you've got plenty of time for that, if you ever want. everything worth doing requires practice. i know i wouldn't be the only one thrilled to see your progress after you practice for a while. and i kinda get it. i don't have any sort of powers obviously but i'd assume it's just fun to do things the long way, sometimes. you could snap your fingers, or you could create an intricate show of moving cards about only to find the correct one outside of the deck.)

Aziraphale: What are you doing on the computer there, dear?

Crowley: Nothing, just changing some of the settings.

Aziraphale: It looks like you’re on the blog.

Crowley: Yeah, settings on the blog.

Aziraphale: Why does it say ‘Are you sure you want to delete this’ on the screen? Are you deleting some of the asks?

Crowley: No, that’s just a glitch, ignore that.

Aziraphale: Why are you clicking ‘yes’ then? Crowley, let me see what you’re doing.

Crowley: No, go away, I’ll tell you when I’m done.

Aziraphale: But these are nice messages; why are you deleting them?

Crowley: There’s too many of them, they’re taking up too much space.

Aziraphale: So then let me answer them and say thank you to the lovely people!

Crowley: Fine. And look, you’ve said it now, so I’ll just send this to all of them.

Absolutely!

So Much Discounted by WanderingAlice

After asking Aziraphale a strange question, Crowley disappears. Can Aziraphale work out what happened to him? And more importantly, can he save him before it's too late?

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“No.” Aziraphale sat up, throwing his senses wide, searching, seeking, all the way to the edges of the world. “Crowley!” His frantic cry, amplified by his angelic power, rippled through the minds of every being with even the slightest occult sensitivity. Miles away, Anathema sat up in bed, and reached in panic for her lover when she felt the new absence in the world. Down the street from Jasmine Cottage, Adam Young tumbled from his covers, reaching out himself with what remained of his power. What he found was so terrible he fled from it, running to climb into bed with his parents like he hadn’t since he’d been very small.

“No,” the angel said again, his voice small and lost amid the stacks of lonely books. “No.” He pushed himself up with trembling hands, climbed to his feet, and didn’t stop running until he stood outside the door to Crowley’s Mayfair flat.

thank you so much, emsie!!!! ;~; that’s so sweet! my day was wonderful, thank you! had loads of great food, like a chonky hobbit lol

Thank you so much! <3 I ended up writing something extremely self-indulgent for this prompt. I hope you enjoy it!!

(I’m still accepting prompts if anyone wants to send one in!)

Taste

“Won’t you just have a taste?”

Crowley blinks, eyes focusing on the fork held in front of his face. Aziraphale watches him, expectant, offering yet another bite of his dinner. This time it’s pasta, something in a rich cream sauce with extra cheese. His serpent’s tongue can smell it from here, overpowering the other flavors on the air. Crowley smiles but shakes his head, reaching out to push his hand away.

“Nah, you have it, angel. I’m good.” He gestures to his glass. He’s had long practice at drinking alcohol. Humans will, after all, tend to notice if you don’t drink in their presence. It’s been a long time since his sensitive tongue has been overwhelmed by wine or beer. Still, he avoids most stronger foods. The few times he’s experimented, he’s found that the more flavorful the food, the longer the flavor of it lingers in his mouth, throwing off his sense of smell. It leaves him feeling half blind, his strongest serpentine sense dulled until he can wash the taste away.

“Oh.” Aziraphale pouts at him. “Well, if you’re sure… It is quite good, you know. I think you would like it.”

“I’m sure.”

This is an old dance between them. For all that he’s the demon, it is Aziraphale that is the tempter. Oysters, that first time. Then pasta. Pizza. Warm, fresh bread. Fish, once, though his reaction to the scent had been enough to convince the angel never to try that again. Steak. Salad. Cheeses of all kinds, and potatoes in hundreds of varieties. It’s always been a game, one they both enjoy. He hasn’t yet given in, but one day he might, just to see the look on Aziraphale’s face.

He watches Aziraphale take the bite, and sigh with pleasure at the flavor. And that, well, now, that expression, that little sound he makes when he truly enjoys something? That, there, is more temptation than Crowley can reasonably be expected to withstand. And, finally, in this he knows it’s alright for him to act. He grins, a predatory thing, the look in his eyes reminiscent of a serpent about to strike.

“Hey, angel? I’ve changed my mind.”

Aziraphale looks up, surprised, then frowns. “Oh, but that was the last bite…”

Crowley chuckles, leaning in. “That’s alright. I can still get a taste.”

“A taste?” Aziraphale’s eyes are confused but not unwelcoming as Crowley comes closer, so close now he can catch the angel’s scent on his tongue. Familiar, beloved. “Crowley -”

He closes the gap between them, and captures Aziraphale’s lips with his own.

“Oh!” a soft exclamation, and the parting of his lips is all the invitation Crowley needs. His mouth tastes of cream. Cheese. Parsley. Salt. Pepper. Bacon. All the strong, rich flavors of his meal. He moans into the kiss, hands coming up to hold the back of Crowley’s head, pulling him closer even as he pushes back, inhaling, drawing in Crowley’s wine-tinged breath. He buries his fingers in Crowley’s hair and the demon makes a noise that is not a whimper, gripping his shoulders and all but melting against him.

Too soon, he pulls back. They are in public after all, but in his eyes there is a promise of later. “Delicious,” he says, licking kiss-reddened lips with the tip of a forked tongue. “You’re right. I do like it.”

Aziraphale smiles, beautiful as always. “Well then,” he says, gratifyingly breathless in the aftermath of that kiss. “I suppose I’ll just have to order it again next time, won’t I?”

Crowley’s grin widens. “Suppose so. If you do, I might just have another taste.”

I hope you don’t mind that I did a modern au! Also I’m a total sucker for “Thorin Lives and he and Bilbo raise Frodo together” au’s soo 🤗

Thanks so much for the request!! 💖💖