#WakeUpCrowley

[brstudios]

July is coming...

..and that means Crowley will be waking up from his lockdown nap!!

How should we, as the fandom, celebrate? (Reposts welcome and appreciated! Let’s get the hashtag #wakeupcrowley rolling, yes?)

[tyrograph]

It's July and that means it's time to Awake the Snake!! C'mon Crowley, that angel is waiting!

I hope everyone is staying safe, and that Crowley can finally slither over to the bookshop for some cake.

[ineffable-endearments]

"Crowley, what is that noise?”

“Whuh? Oh. Phone alarm.”

“Why on Earth would it be going off now?”

“Good qu-- wait. What’s the date today?”

“It’s the first of July.”

“Ah hah! That explains it. Set my alarm that first time you called. Must’ve forgot to shut it off.”

“Goodness. That was--”

“Months ago. Yeah, time flies when you’re having fun.”

[asublimehimbo]

Aziraphale flipped the last page of Le Temps retrouvé and closed the book. He'd spent all of June ignoring that terrible aching in his chest because, well, no Crowley, by rereading dear Proust's In Search of Lost Time, and somehow it had just made Aziraphale miss him more.

Somehow, when he closed his eyes, all he could see were Crowley's eyes, those stunning, saturated yellow eyes. He loved them. He loved every part of Crowley, really, but he liked to pick one thing to focus on at a time so he wouldn't get overwhelmed. So he could give each beautiful part its own spotlight. He could feel, still, that Crowley's feather soft hands on his when they had switched bodies. He missed those hands, as silly as it sounded. He'd never wanted to feel someone else's touch before, not so badly, but he supposed there had always been something different with Crowley. Different about Crowley, for that matter. He just missed him so much.

Aziraphale stood, stretched, and let his corporation get used to standing again, and miracled himself into the hallway outside Crowley's flat. He knocked on the door. He could feel excitement in a way he hadn't before, this strange buzzing going from his fingertips to his toes to his nose, getting stuck up in his mind and causing his heart to race. He wrung his hands, pursed his smiling lips to trap a little squeak before it could release itself into the world. And then he knocked on the door.

It flung open under his knuckles.

"Angel!" Crowley nearly shouted at the same time Aziraphale let out a high-pitched, excited hum.

They nearly flew into each other's arms despite themselves, despite the world. For a moment in time that would be forever locked into the insides of both their brains, they were one thing. One holy, damned, divine, unholy thing. Aziraphale nuzzled into his neck and braided his fingers through Crowley's now-long hair, and inhaled him, his forest-right-after-it-rains smell. Aziraphale held the firm opinion that Crowley's smell should be turned into a candle somehow, so he could enjoy it even when the demon wasn't around, but that was another matter. He was here, and Crowley was here, and they were together. Crowley was warm, because he was always warm despite being cold-blooded and worlds skinnier than Aziraphale, and the angel let the feeling of holding him soak right down to his bones. Crowley tightened his grip around Aziraphale, hunching over to put his face into the angel's hair. Aziraphale thought that maybe if he got burned in hellfire right now, he would go happy.

And then they parted. Aziraphale almost mourned the loss of contact, before remembering that he wasn't supposed to like holding Crowley as much as he did, and shoved the feelings away. They would be resolved at another hour. Right now, he was to be with Crowley, and that was all that mattered.

"How are you, my dear?" Aziraphale asked, and Crowley just shrugged, then gestured for Aziraphale to enter his flat.

"How'er you?"

Aziraphale sighed. "Ecstatic to see you again."

Crowley let out a noncommittal sound that Aziraphale beamed at. "You sent me three letters."

"I was bored."

"You miracled me five cakes."

"I was worried you'd wake up hungry."

"Angel," Crowley said, snapping his fingers. A bottle of wine appeared in his hands. "I don't eat. You know that."

"Oh, my, I must've forgotten! I'm sorry, Crowley."

"S'alright. Kind of nice to wake up to a reminder that you've been thinking about me," he mumbled, striding into his flat's stylish (cramped) living room. Aziraphale followed him, a small smile stretched across his face. They sat down next to each other, perhaps a little closer than friends would have, and drank until they were spewing gibberish.

"I just think that it would've been a lot easier if-" Crowley was interrupted by a stubborn angel's voice.

"Crow..."

"What s’up, angel?"

"You've got some-thing on your face, dear."

Crowley scoffed. "Where?"

"Lemme," Aziraphale said, and ran his fingers gently over Crowley's nose. "Angel, I'm pre- pretty sure that's sup- suppo- oh, on purpose."

Aziraphale smiled. "I like your face."

"I like your face." Crowley said it like he was throwing back an insult, but he was grinning too.

Aziraphale hummed softly, then leaned his head on Crowley's chest and closed his eyes. Crowley tensed up in surprise. This was surely violating some unspoken rule of theirs. Something... but he wasn't sure what, exactly. It felt alright. Good. He let himself relax into the touch, and closed his eyes as well, leaning his head to rest on the back of the couch.

"This s'nice," he said, but Aziraphale was already asleep. He wonder vaguely if the angel had been waiting for a moment just like this to "forget" to Sober Up, then decided he would let it rest in mystery.

And then he felt sleepy too, despite having just slept for a month, as drinking quite extraordinary amounts of alcohol is apt to do to most beings, even angels and demons, and so he slept.

There were lots of denials to be had when they both woke up, but not even an outsider looking in would've been able to deny the quiet, intense kind of smiles on their faces.

[yvesribastudio]

Happy July 1! Crowley's woken up from his two month nap by a call from his Angel. #awakethesnake #wakeupcrowley #goodmorningangel #goodomens #goodomensfanaart #goodomenscrowley #ineffablehusbands #ineffablehusbandsfanart #crowleyxaziraphale #wakeywakeyeggsandsnakey #digitalart #digitalillustration #digitalfanart #davidtennant #crowley #dailycrowley

[i-am-having-a-moment-here]

Crowley waking up in July to see the world has gone to shit has almost the same energy as Grantaire waking up from his barricade nap.

[getbehindmefoulfiend]

#WakeUpCrowley it's July!!!

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

SnakeyWakey (NSFW) part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration for the 1st July

by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

"I'm setting the alarm clock for July, goodnight, Angel."

Crowley has been taking a nap. Aziraphale has been going a little bit bonkers with boredom, so decides to go around to wake up Crowley on the 1st of July. Shenanigans ensue, including sexy shenanigans. May contain pineapples, and possibly two carrots.

Part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration on twitter. Although I'm also up for #WakeySnakey #SnakeyWakey #GoodMorningCrowley #GoodMorningAngel #WakeUpCrowley as well. Take your pick.

 I wrote two fics for this occasion, much like I did for the lockdown video - one NSFW and one SFW, called "AwakeTheSnake", pick whichever you prefer, or enjoy both, they have different storylines.

Words: 3819, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Good Omens Lockdown, Awake The Snake, snakey wakey, wakey snakey, good morning Crowley, good morning Angel, Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Sex, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, it's ok to safeword out, Enthusiastic Consent, Comedy, crackfic, staged - Freeform, may contain pineapples, reference to drug use but not actual drug use

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/25004125

[ao3feed-goodomens]

AwakeTheSnake (SFW) part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration for the 1st July

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38mKEOT

by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

Aziraphale hasn't been feeling himself lately, and is a little frustrated with rattling around the bookshop all on his own for a while, so decides to go and visit Crowley for when he wakes up from his nap on the 1st of July. Unfortunately there's a bit of a misunderstanding.

I dropped some Staged easter eggs in here.

Part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration on twitter. Although I'm also up for #WakeySnakey #SnakeyWakey #GoodMorningCrowley #GoodMorningAngel #WakeUpCrowley as well. Take your pick.

I wrote two fics for this occasion, much like I did for the lockdown video - one SFW and one NSFW, called "SnakeyWakey", pick whichever you prefer, or enjoy both, they have different storylines.

Words: 2195, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Soft Crowley (Good Omens), Oblivious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Worried Aziraphale (Good Omens), Anxious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), staged - Freeform, Snakes, Awake The Snake, snakey wakey, wakey snakey, good morning Crowley, good morning Angel, Asexual Crowley (Good Omens), Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), ace - Freeform, Comedy, Fluff and Humor, and two carrots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38mKEOT

[crowleymalone]

Lockdown fluff!

[themavenfly]

He's the Bad Guy • Crowley 

I spent half a day editing (with 3hrs dedicated to a #wakeupcrowley video) and MY DUMBASS didn't save the work correctly and now I have to retrace my editing and all the text I put on it. (At least I don't have to hunt for the footage anymore.) THIS is the result of the redoing of my work.

[brstudios]

A little something soft. 

Be one of my Patreon angels for just $1.00 a month!

[ao3feed-crowley]

AwakeTheSnake (SFW) part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration for the 1st July

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38mKEOT

by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

Aziraphale hasn't been feeling himself lately, and is a little frustrated with rattling around the bookshop all on his own for a while, so decides to go and visit Crowley for when he wakes up from his nap on the 1st of July. Unfortunately there's a bit of a misunderstanding.

I dropped some Staged easter eggs in here.

Part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration on twitter. Although I'm also up for #WakeySnakey #SnakeyWakey #GoodMorningCrowley #GoodMorningAngel #WakeUpCrowley as well. Take your pick.

I wrote two fics for this occasion, much like I did for the lockdown video - one SFW and one NSFW, called "SnakeyWakey", pick whichever you prefer, or enjoy both, they have different storylines.

Words: 2195, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Soft Crowley (Good Omens), Oblivious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Worried Aziraphale (Good Omens), Anxious Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), staged - Freeform, Snakes, Awake The Snake, snakey wakey, wakey snakey, good morning Crowley, good morning Angel, Asexual Crowley (Good Omens), Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), ace - Freeform, Comedy, Fluff and Humor, and two carrots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/38mKEOT

[asublimehimbo]

Alone Anymore

It was July 1st, and Crowley's alarm on his phone was buzzing insistently. He didn't want to move. He didn't want to do anything, really. Crowley was used to the sinking in his bones. The weight that seemed to permeate his whole body, the kind of thing that made lifting even a finger seem impossible. Decades could go by without him waking up. Or, rather, he'd wake up, just not get up. Important distinction. Never before had it happened when Aziraphale was caring about him (to his face), though. Quarantine had done a number on his mind. Usually, Aziraphale easily fought and killed his depression. It was like magic.

It wasn't some kind of miracle, though. The truth was, Crowley was madly in love. It wasn’t particularly surprising, nor was it a truth that particularly needed telling, seeing how obvious he was about it, but still. He was in love with Aziraphale. It helped.

Crowley opened his eyes and tried to lift finger. It didn't work. His phone buzzed again. His body ached with I'm tired, tired, tired. His doorbell rang. He tried to move his legs. It didn't work. He closed his eyes again. His brain, though, was painfully awake, alert and anxious and wondering about the person behind the door and all the horrible things that come with being conscious.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale's voice called through the door, into the flat. Crowley very nearly cussed. He didn't want to be compelled to put in effort right now - he wanted to sit in misery. He blinked. The door opened and he took in a deep breath, much deeper than he needed.

"In here," he called back, weakly. He hated his voice when he was in one of these moods. He always sounded like someone he loved had just died. Aziraphale's wingtips echoed against the hard floors and walls, all the way until he got to his bedroom, which had deep, soft, lush grey carpeting.

"Crowley?" Aziraphale asked again, poking his head into the room. His face was a mess of purple bags, red lines, and a frown that was puppy-sad. "Crowley," Aziraphale said for a third time, rushing fully into the room, wrapping his arms around Crowley's neck. "I missed you," he said tenderly. Aziraphale's skin and breath and words and eyes were warm against Crowley's skin and he felt a little bit like melting chocolate in a mouth. The angel's mouth.

"I missssed you too," Crowley hissed, and closed his eyes. "Sss the thing over?"

"Not really. But I simply couldn't wait. I miracled myself free of the virus before leaving my place and coming into yours."

"Mmm."

"How are you?" The angel pulled away and stuffed his hands in his pockets, suddenly seeming embarrassed by his own show of affection.

Crowley paused for a moment. Aziraphale was his closest friend in the world. In the universe, actually. He didn't particularly support the idea of telling people about his... moods, how he got sad a lot and too tired, more tired than anything, and how even this conversation wasn't really making him feel anything but sad and he wanted to cry, but knew he wouldn't be able to. How everything felt bad no matter what. He liked to suffer in silence. It was easier. But maybe after all they'd been through together, it was time to really open up. Maybe he was too tired to come up with a lie.

"'M bad."

Aziraphale shot him a worried look and gestured to Crowley's bed. Crowley gave him a singular nod. He sat down on the edge. "How?"

"'M tired. Exhausted. And sad. Really sad. I half wanna discorporate." Crowley paused, winced at himself, at what he was about to say. "Please don't leave. I don't wanna be alone 'nymore, angel."

"Dear boy, I wouldn't." Aziraphale crawled up to sit next to Crowley's head. "What can I do?"

"Mmm... just hold my hand. And be your brilliant self."

"Alright, dear."

Aziraphale reached out and brushed Crowley's knuckles with his fingers. Crowley turned his hand over and the angel took it gently. His skin felt smooth and warm and soft and Crowley closed his eyes wishing he could have this even when he didn't feel like absolute horseshit. At least he got it now. At least he’d be better soon.

[ao3feed-goodomens]

SnakeyWakey (NSFW) part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration for the 1st July

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AgnPQe

by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

"I'm setting the alarm clock for July, goodnight, Angel."

Crowley has been taking a nap. Aziraphale has been going a little bit bonkers with boredom, so decides to go around to wake up Crowley on the 1st of July. Shenanigans ensue, including sexy shenanigans. May contain pineapples, and possibly two carrots.

Part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration on twitter. Although I'm also up for #WakeySnakey #SnakeyWakey #GoodMorningCrowley #GoodMorningAngel #WakeUpCrowley as well. Take your pick.

 I wrote two fics for this occasion, much like I did for the lockdown video - one NSFW and one SFW, called "AwakeTheSnake", pick whichever you prefer, or enjoy both, they have different storylines.

Words: 3819, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Good Omens Lockdown, Awake The Snake, snakey wakey, wakey snakey, good morning Crowley, good morning Angel, Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Sex, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, it's ok to safeword out, Enthusiastic Consent, Comedy, crackfic, staged - Freeform, may contain pineapples, reference to drug use but not actual drug use

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AgnPQe

[ao3feed-crowley]

SnakeyWakey (NSFW) part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration for the 1st July

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AgnPQe

by GayDemonicDisaster (scrapheapchallenge)

"I'm setting the alarm clock for July, goodnight, Angel."

Crowley has been taking a nap. Aziraphale has been going a little bit bonkers with boredom, so decides to go around to wake up Crowley on the 1st of July. Shenanigans ensue, including sexy shenanigans. May contain pineapples, and possibly two carrots.

Part of the #AwakeTheSnake celebration on twitter. Although I'm also up for #WakeySnakey #SnakeyWakey #GoodMorningCrowley #GoodMorningAngel #WakeUpCrowley as well. Take your pick.

 I wrote two fics for this occasion, much like I did for the lockdown video - one NSFW and one SFW, called "AwakeTheSnake", pick whichever you prefer, or enjoy both, they have different storylines.

Words: 3819, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Good Omens Lockdown, Awake The Snake, snakey wakey, wakey snakey, good morning Crowley, good morning Angel, Aziraphale Is Trying (Good Omens), Aziraphale is a Little Shit (Good Omens), Sex, Anal Sex, Gay Sex, it's ok to safeword out, Enthusiastic Consent, Comedy, crackfic, staged - Freeform, may contain pineapples, reference to drug use but not actual drug use

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2AgnPQe