I Cant

I can’t

Based off of an amazing reverse omens au by @dotstronaut

“We are completely, utterly, without a doubt, one hundred and ten percent-,”

“There’s no such thing as a hundred and ten percent, my dear boy,” Azira cut in. 

“Not with that attitude it doesn’t,” Crowley shot back, throwing Azira’s words back at him. He continued to pace around the plant nursery, hands twisting into his hair. Azira sat a few feet away from him on the couch, fingers twisting the collar of his shirt.

“There- there must be something we can do, Crowley-”

“The Archangels know, Azira! You said they cornered you earlier today, they know about the arrangement! The amount of danger we’re in-” Crowley stopped midway in his panic and glanced out the window. An idea suddenly entered his mind.

He ran over to Azira and gripped him by the shoulder, shouting “Alpha Centauri!” Azira blinked at him in confusion.

“What about Alpha Centurai?”

“Look, you’re a demon yes?”

“My dear, are you quite alright? Is your memory-”

“Look, you’re a demon, I’m an angel.”

“I’m aware,” He said slowly, not liking where the conversation was going.

Crowley sighed, moving his hands from Azira’s shoulders, one hand tilted his chin up, the other cupped his face.

“You can tempt me, you know. I wouldn’t mind.”

Azira stiffened under Crowley’s touch. He stared up at him and bit the inside of his cheek, throat suddenly dry. A sinking feeling formed in his chest and travelled down to his stomach where it poked at the small dinner he ate before coming over. Thankfully Azira managed to keep the food down.

 Crowley didn’t know what he was asking. An angel falling for the temptations of a demon…it pained him to even think about it. He refused to entertain the thought.

“W..would you say yes?” Azira croaked, dreading the answer. He had a feeling he knew what Crowley’s response would be. He pleaded with, well, somebody that Crowley wouldn’t say-

“Yes,” Crowley breathed, still hovering over Azira. He felt the demon under him tremble, a shaky sigh escaping his lips. Crowley stared at them, this thumb slowly making its way to Azira’s bottom lip.

 He felt hands over him, and for a moment, for a brief second Crowlet’s heart dared to hope, dared to believe that Azira would finally tear down the walls and entertain his ridiculous, poorly thought out, last-minute fantasy.

“Then no. I can’t.”

“Azira-”

Before Crowley could get another word in, Azira sprung up from the couch and raced towards the door, ignoring the angel calling him back. Azira would not and could not be the reason for Crowley’s fall, he refused. Azira would personally see to it that Crowley’s wings remained pure and holy, that he would never have to endure the feeling of burning in a pit of hellfire and brimstone. Of having your heavenly essence torn out while flames greedily licked at anything they could reach.

Inside the shop, Crowley stared at the Azira’s fleeing figure. His throat closed up and his eyes stung, not with sadness, but with frustration. He glanced upstairs, where he knew a certain safe containing hellfire laid hidden in the back of a closet.

Fine. He’d take care of things on Earth then head off to the stars himself. He didn’t need Azira around-

The word “Liar echoed in Crowley’s head. 

And in a small apartment in Soho, a demon felt the word “traitor” crawl across his skin

Surprise triplets 😂

an art nouveau inspired Death 🌺

In case anyone tried to whitewash your Battle of Britain lately. I present receipts of the countless Jamaican, Haitian, Indian, and Māori fighter and bomber crews in the RAF. Fully integrated.

Broke: Crowley is touch starved bc Demons and Hell and Mean and Nasty

Woke: Boundaries are one of those things that burned up in The Fall. Demons are constantly leaning on one another, brushing shoulders in the cramped basement that is Hell, clambering over each other to be seen, and Crowley is more than used to it.

Aziraphale is touch starved. All the angels are passive aggressive and openly resentful of him. Plus, did you see how sterile and ultra-white everything in Heaven was? The first time Crowley casually claps Aziraphale's shoulder, the angel probably goes into shock for a solid week. He takes to wearing long pants and sleeves at every opportunity because it's so much worse to experience accidental contact every decade or so than no contact whatsoever.

After the trials, after Crowley sees how the angels treat Aziraphale, after he sees how clinical Heaven looks, Crowley endeavors to hold Aziraphale's hand as much as the angel can handle until he gets more and more comfortable, slowly erasing the memories of too-white walls and too-cold looks.

:/