Crowley laughs softly, delightedly. “Oh don’t blame me for this, angel.” He nuzzled Aziraphale’s ear again, lighter this time. “Are you going to behave for me?”
Curiosity might have killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back, and Aziraphale is nothing if not curious and must have that curiosity sated. But of course, he knows himself well enough to say, “I’ll try my best.”
Crowley rubs his cheek lightly against Aziraphale’s ear. “Good angel,” he whispers with such approval that Aziraphale suspects he will be soft as butter by the time the night is out.
- Part 2 of Hunger
07 Jul 2019
And there it is, isn’t it? Something they’ve known for a long time, but haven’t named it. Have been too scared to name it. Something that speaks in their bones, in the space between them.
Crowley and Aziraphale are turned human. This is the aftermath.
27 Jun 2019
What it says on the tin.
Crowley is in Egypt, minding his own business when he bumps into Aziraphale, who is defending a local family from a hellhound. He is only moderately successful, and Crowley is forced to do some unorthodox first aid.
19 Aug 2019
“The subject is unstable.”
“The subject is too dangerous.”
“It was too close.”
“Can’t let it happen again.”
“Can’t let it stay.”