crafty_in_between



Recent bookmarks

  1. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    "I'm in a bit of a pickle, my dear," Aziraphale said over the telephone.

    Crowley was seized by immediate fury. Not even a decade, and they're at it again, he thought viciously. You'd think they'd be embarrassed enough to stay out of things for a few centuries at least, after botching the apocalypse like that.

    "Who's done something to you?" hissed Crowley.

    "Ah," said Aziraphale, in the quiet tone of someone who didn't mean to learn someone else's secrets and was mildly sheepish about it. "This crossword clue -- I'm stuck -- 1980s French fencer, thought you might know. It's eight letters and has a Q in it."

    "Trinquet," Crowley snapped, in the tone of someone who had revealed one of his secrets and was annoyed about it.


    An account pertaining to the cultivation of figs, the ecstasy of St. Theresa of Avila, the ontological uncertainty of mammoths, the nature of temptation, 2001: A Space Odyssey, and the ten years following the end of the world.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    19,729
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    91
    Kudos:
    716
    Bookmarks:
    258
    Hits:
    5213

    08 Sep 2019

  2. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Jesus fucking Christ, he’s in love with Crowley.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    13,048
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    333
    Kudos:
    2236
    Bookmarks:
    676
    Hits:
    13495

    03 Sep 2019

  3. Public Bookmark 98

    Tags
    Summary

    Aziraphale looks back at him from across the pillows, his eyes unreadable in the faint light. There is a crease from a pillowcase imprinted high on his cheek, turning pink already; Crowley reaches out, back over the same distance Aziraphale has already crossed, to smooth his fingertips and all his faith and all his hope and all his trust over it.

    “You’re the first,” Crowley manages to say, looking not quite at him, studying that crease on his cheek. The indentation of it is already fading under his touch. “Never woken up with someone before.”

    *

    A letting go.

    Series
    Language:
    English
    Words:
    1,522
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    120
    Kudos:
    737
    Bookmarks:
    98
    Hits:
    3444

    01 Sep 2019

  4. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    Aziraphale presses his suit. Crowley mostly has a lot of questions.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,501
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    1
    Comments:
    213
    Kudos:
    4019
    Bookmarks:
    821
    Hits:
    23610

    28 Aug 2019

  5. Public Bookmark *

    Tags
    Summary

    It is profoundly unfair, Aziraphale thinks, that Crowley should be wearing such a stunning dress while they're in the middle of a fight and he's here on a perfectly respectable mission to destroy the economy.

    Language:
    English
    Words:
    5,374
    Chapters:
    1/1
    Collections:
    3
    Comments:
    76
    Kudos:
    1159
    Bookmarks:
    209
    Hits:
    5346

    23 Aug 2019