“Do not get lost in a sea of despair. Be hopeful, be optimistic. Our struggle is not the struggle of a day, a week, a month, or a year, it is the struggle of a lifetime. Never, ever be afraid to make some noise and get in good trouble, necessary trouble.” -- John Lewis
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Artwork by @kai-art and don’t mind me I’ll just be over here YELLING FOR SEVERAL DAYS ABOUT IT srry not srry i am gonna reblog this over and over
Aziraphale gaped and stepped back. Crowley sashayed out onto the landing and shut the door behind them right away, as if they didn't want anyone to see what was inside. But there was plenty to see out here.
“Ezzzraaaaa!” they intoned with a sinful grin. “'Ssss you.”
Crowley was resplendently drunk. Their long limbs splayed weightlessly in all directions like kraken tentacles. The dreamy aquatic effect was underscored by their long hair loose in coppery ringlets, still slightly damp from bathing, and the way their drifting hips and torso suggested that their vertebrae had been sent to the cleaner's.
But most striking was the black silk kimono they wore, wide open, for heaven’s sake. It slipped with their every unconscious undulation over a short lacy negligee that left little to speculation. The sleeves draped to the floor, spreading like dark wings as Crowley raised their elegant arms overhead to grip the doorframe for balance.
Aziraphale was agog and amused and definitely blushing, as this was quite a lot more leg and collarbone than he’d been prepared to take in. Er, filter out. Judging from Crowley's expression, they were enjoying the hell out of whatever discomfort they could cause him.
- Or Be Nice, ch. 5, by @charlottemadison42, edited by @willowherbgardens
Good Omens human AU, rated E, 40k, 9/18.
Enemies to Lovers - the Bad Neighbours Saga of Soho, starring Noise Nuisance Anthony J. Crowley and Not At All Having It Aziraphale Warden.
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