Aziraphale, Hanging Out On Noahs Ark Watching The Flood Waters Rise. Hears A Noise Down In The Hull And

Aziraphale, hanging out on Noah’s Ark watching the flood waters rise. Hears a noise down in the hull and goes to investigate.

Finds Crowley stowed away in the hull along with several hundred Mesopotamian children ranging in age from infants to late teens.

Crowley, in the middle of passing around a bread basket that endlessly refills itself, looks up like a deer in headlights. “Okay, I can explain this…”

—Later that day—

Crowley, while bottle feeding one of the infants: I mean clearly the Almighty wants these children dead, what with their capacity for evil and stuff, so by saving them all, I’m actually going against the Ineffable Plan.

Aziraphale, hiding a smile: Right. Makes perfect sense.

Crowley: I’m being very evil here.

Aziraphale: Of course you are.

Crowley: …you’re not about to throw them all overboard, are you? Because I will fight you.

Aziraphale: Oh, no. You’ve clearly outwitted me this time. I must accept my defeat with grace. And Noah has enough on his plate with the animals, I shouldn’t burden him with this. You’ve won this round, wily serpent.

Crowley, getting choked up: Y-Yes, that’s right. I’m very wily. And evil. Don’t forget that.

An unofficial rating of the demon!Aziraphales I have seen (not a comprehensive list, obvi, there are so many, but some that have stuck out in my mind).

@speremint’s Azirafell: Dat coat tho. Delightfully evil, a little scary, tasteful splashes of sexy. A hoarder (same). Excellent sh/tpost material. Protective (possessive?) streak and longing denial like woah. 100/10 a perfect specimen

@robofeather’s Azazel: Look at this soft moth boi. What a gorgeous coloration. He’s trying so hard. 11/10 cutie pie cryptid

@wikigiuli’s Azhira: Pure chaotic trickster energy. Does the Owl Thing with his head and it’s horrifying. Traveling bookshop a++++. Nice hat. 13/10 makes me smile

@millerizo’s Azira Fell: 1000% terrifying. Would not want to meet in a dark alley. Or a light alley. Or anywhere, really. Magnificent beard. Only answers to Sir or Master. Will rule the world. 1000/10 I am so scared

@dotstronaut’s Azira: a DELIGHT. Excellent Sepia Reptile Husbands aesthetic. Tortoise aspect is such a different flavor and it slaps. Would deffo take out for drinks. The dapperest demon alive. 120/10 bb how did u even fall

@monkeycup’s Aleister: ADORE the name, very appropriate. Floppy scruffy moth bab, deffo the most evil. Will one day successfully tempt his angel to try cake. 14/10 you’ll get there one day sweetie

@professorflowers’ Zira: A BABIE. Did not deserve this. Must be protected at all costs. Cute head wings, good for literally everything. Bratty baby boi. Sweetest thing. Precious duckling. Can’t wait to see more of that bastard side. 938493824/10 I’m crying and have not stopped since I saw him

Will probably get around to rating their Crowleys soon but I had a Deep Need to rate the Aziraphales first.

Ask me for anything, I’ll give you everything. Is the invitation to tempt in itself a temptation? A confession? It doesn’t matter. Because you might be fallen, but I fell for you a long time ago.

More from my roleswap au, You Know My Name (tag: ineffable reptiles) - because everyone needs a little more slowburn/mutual pining in their lives.

Transcription: Crowley: You could tempt me, if you wanted to. Azira: You’d say yes? Crowley: You know I would. Azira: Then no, I can’t.

“I’m afraid I was a little too slow this time, my dear.”

I adore several reverse gomens aus but @dotstronaut s ineffable reptiles is one of my favorites. Their work is very inspiring to me and I wanted to draw something for them to show my appreciation for sharing so much of their amazing work! Please go reblog some of their art if you haven’t already.

infatuation makes your heart race love is quiet. love sets you at ease.

and because most of my pieces are mental screenshots of little scenes in my head, here's the scene:

Crowley was tugged into consciousness bit by bit. The afternoon light slowly filtered in, as well as the hum of music from the other room and the weird angle his neck was at. He was warm and content and wanted to sink back into his nap, but the threads of sleep fluttered away the more he tried. Finally, he took a deeper breath, shifting in the armchair, and cracked an eye open just a sliver. There he was, the angel, sitting at his desk. Had hardly noticed Crowley was awake, engulfed in his task of retouching a damaged page. Looking at his hands, Crowley became aware of the fuzzy warmth covering his own and peeked down to see a blanket tucked around his shoulders.

The feeling hit him so hard he let his head loll to the side, eyes closed. His chest tightened and he just…buckled. Finally came undone under the weight of his love for Aziraphale. Its inexorable, steadfast pull which he had been pushing back against for millennia, it had finally caught him off guard, sleepy and vulnerable and so tired from holding back, from refusing to name it. It was a quiet surrender. Crowley looked back at Aziraphale with the understanding of a man meeting his end and embracing it.

Perhaps he could gently pull the blanket to the side and get up. Perhaps he could cross the few steps to the desk and place a freshly made cup of tea to Aziraphale’s right. Perhaps he would hold his gaze, for longer than needed to answer “Don’t mention it”. Perhaps he would ask him if he would like a scone with that. Perhaps Aziraphale would understand that this was not about the scone at all. And yet, what Crowley was asking of him was also exactly about scones. And tea. And quiet afternoons together. Perhaps the angel would finally put down his sword, too, and the world would let out a breath it had been holding for millennia.

the soulmate to this piece, i guess.

The more I think about the last minutes the more I’m sure Crowley was saying goodbye from the minute Aziraphale told him he’d said yes to Heaven. He doesn’t confess his love like he’s hopeful, he confesses it like a eulogy. He doesn’t kiss him to make a beginning, he kisses him to seal the end. He watches him go like it’s the last time.

Crowley knows Heaven. He knows they’ll either make Aziraphale just like them, or they’ll destroy him. Either way I think he is sure he’s seen his angel for the last time.