#drunk aziraphale

[aziraphales-library]

Hellooo!!!!

Can you recommend me a fic in which Crowley tempts Aziraphale to try wine for the first time and Aziraphale gets drunk and acts carelessly around the demon?

It can be both romantic and more seductive.

Thanks!!

Hello. Here are some fics about Aziraphale drinking alcohol for the first time, with varying levels of temptations from Crowley...

Day 27: Wine by zelda_hime (T)

Prompt: A friend tried a new wine and said it was bitter and not properly fermented. Sounds like sour grapes to me. Aziraphale’s first time drinking.

Just Dandy by SassAsAFreeAction (T)

Aziraphale is no longer a stranger to food. He regularly goes to taverns and restaurants. One night though he finds that his server has accidently given him a glass of wine to go with his meal. One sip couldn't possibly hurt though.

Temptation Accomplished by Orth (E)

Tipsy on Job's wine, the demon and the angel give in to temptation

all the effects of drunkenness by Giddygeek (M)

“You’re tempting me,” Aziraphale says, warm breath washing over Crowley’s hand. “I’m tempting you,” Crowley agrees. He shifts closer, slides his thumb across the angel’s lip. “Don't worry. It's off the books." OR Bildad the Shuhite, huh? I can't explain it either. Compels me, though.

Drunken Revelation by catabases (M)

“Crawly, I think I will accept that drink now,” Aziraphale said with a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes. “Isn't that what humans do? Drink when they're feeling sad?” Aziraphale and Crawly get drunk, things get a bit out of hand, and they come to some realisations about the nature of their partnership.

First Taste by pilatesandpinot (E)

"The first taste of human food was like a revelation to Aziraphale. One moment, he and Crawley were watching it rain outside, then the next moment, the demon was pouring himself a cup of wine and making himself comfortable. He’d even offered Aziraphale a sip, which the angel refused, though that didn’t sway the demon." ________________________________________________ OR, an exploration of Aziraphale discovering earthly delights, starting at the Land of Uz with the ox ribs to Rome, the oysters, and his demon.

- Mod D

[greenthena]

Fanfic Friday - Chapter Update

“Wher’re we goin’?” Aziraphale purred.

“Taking you to bed, angel,” Crowley’s voice rumbled through his chest.

That was…nice. More than nice, really.

Aziraphale nodded sensibly. “Took you long enough.”

He felt Crowley chuckle beside him.

“Not like that,” he said.

“Oh,” replied Aziraphale, his heart sinking. “Thasss too bad.”

Keep reading on ao3...

[evilasiangenius]

And then gradually the voices of the actors seemed to dull, to be blunted, and a quiet, ringing silence fell over the entire theater, the little coughs and murmurs of the crowd dissipating into nothingness.

“What? What do you want?” Aziraphale snapped, turning to the Prince of Hell, irritated that the show had been interrupted. Asmodeus had dropped all pretenses of disguise and the appearance of the Prince of Hell’s actual form made Aziraphale flinch. For a moment he remembered Crowley’s warning about this particular demon’s dangers but then all that was forgotten because he was missing out on the Bacchae.

"What did you do to her?" Asmodeus demanded.

“Her? Who are you talking about?” Aziraphale asked, dumbstruck, genuinely confused.

“What did you do to Crowley?”

“Oh, Crowley? I’ve done nothing to Crowley. Why would I do anything to Crowley? What did you do to Crowley?” Aziraphale demanded.

Asmodeus was suddenly taken aback. “Nothing, of course.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” Aziraphale sneered. “I’m so certain you’ve never done anything to Crowley.”

“How dare you speak to me like this?” Asmodeus hissed. “You might be the Representative on Earth for Upstairs but I am Management.”

“First of all,” Aziraphale began, clinging to his wineskin. “This is the Dionysia. And I don’t care if it’s the City Dionysia, we didn’t have a proper Rural one this year and as far as I’m concerned, we’re going to do both at once and holding to custom, even slaves are free during the Dionysia and all the social order is disrupted, and even though I’m not a slave it doesn’t matter to me right now if you are a Prince of Hell or even Satan himself, so you’re just going to have to put up with-”

“What's wrong with you?” Asmodeus snarled, with barely-suppressed rage.

“What’s wrong with you?” Aziraphale shot back. “There's nothing wrong with me. I am just drunk.”

“How...shameful. You’re an Angel.” Asmodeus was almost too shocked for words.

“Excuse me, I am drunk because it is polite to be drunk! It is in fact not just polite to be drunk, it is pious and holy! To be drunk! In public! During the Dionysia! It is criminal to stay sober at a time like this! And if you don’t mind, I am trying to watch this tragedy! And sure, Neoptolemos lives here in Pella now but it’s not like he’s on stage all the time and it is a rare treat to see such a famous tragedian. I haven’t seen a decent show since the Lenaia and even then-”

“Principality-”

“And even then, the seats were terrible and it was snowing the entire time to the point where the snow was piling up on stage and had to be shoved off and all the costumes got wet and I think half the chorus caught the flu and the other half caught the plague and one of the principals almost died of pneumonia and you know who had to go heal all these people and their families and the backstage crew and their families and all the people watching who got sick as well, oh no, it wasn’t a demon who went to make sure they didn’t die and take half the city with them in the dead of winter, oh, it was-”

“Representative-”

“Me, that’s who. The Representative on Earth. Doing all the dirty work of going into Every! Single! Little! Hovel! And house! to make sure the plague didn’t spread. And I have my own actual job too that takes up nearly every waking hour of the day! I had to do it because we needed them to live to sing another day and look, there they are not dying (not dying yet, no wait, that’s just Pentheus and that’s much later in the play) and singing quite nicely except I can’t hear anything you horrid demon because you have done something very annoying to reality and I literally cannot even hear the aulos which should be the most obvious instrument that you can hear-”

“Aziraphale.”

“Huh?”

“Are you quite done?” Asmodeus snarled.

“No. Never. Not until I find a proper insult wagon upon which to better hurl invective, and let me tell you that is where the humans have it right, to get up on a mobile platform for the express purpose of insulting people who deserve it.”

“Hm. I see that your...commitment to appearing as the humans do is commendable, if unusual,” Asmodeus said, conceding in a grudging manner, intentionally ignoring the fact that Aziraphale had unleashed a mountain of vitriol upon him. “However, if you will shut up for a minute, I have a real problem.”

“What do I have to do with your problems?” Aziraphale snapped. “You’ve caused me so many problems and now you dare ask me to deal with yours? Solve them yourself!”

“It may concern you as well. Crowley is missing.”

“So? He’s a big demon, he can take care of himself,” Aziraphale said, waving off Asmodeus’ concerns with nonchalance. “Besides, I just met with him and he was fine…” And then Aziraphale remembered their last conversation about the queen. “Oh wait, no. Did he do something stupid?”

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[arlospace]

They're both handling the divorce well

[thursdayes]

cannot get enough of these guys (man-shaped ethereal beings)🪦

[goodomens-girlie]

I just know Aziraphale was gabbing with those gays about Crowley and they all thought Aziraphale and Crowley were together, little did they fucking know

[joycrispy]

I'm seeing some confusion out and about over the title A Companion to Owls (generally along the lines of 'what have owls got to do with it???'), so I'd like to offer my interpretation (with a general disclaimer that the Bible and particularly the Old Testament are damn complicated and I'm not able to address every nuance in a fandom tumblr post, okay? Okay):

It's a phrase taken from the Book of Job. Here's the quote in full (King James version):

When I looked for good, then evil came unto me: and when I waited for light, there came darkness. My bowels boiled, and rested not: the days of affliction prevented me. I went mourning without the sun: I stood up, and I cried in the congregation. I am a brother to dragons, and a companion to owls. --(Job 30:29)

Job is describing the depths of his grief, but also, with that last line, his position in the web of providence.

Throughout the Old Testament, owls are a recurring symbol of spiritual devastation. Deuteronomy 4:17 - Isaiah 34:11 - Psalm 102: 3 - Jeremiah 50: 39...just to name a few (there's more). The general shape of the metaphor is this: owls are solitary, night-stalking creatures, that let out either mournful cries or terrible shrieks, that inhabit the desolate places of the world...and (this is important) they are unclean.

They represent a despair that is to be shunned, not pitied, because their condition is self-inflicted. You defied God (so the owl signifies), and your punishment is...separation. From God, from others, from the world itself. To call and call and never, ever receive an answer.

Your punishment is terrible, tormenting loneliness.

(and that exact phrase, "tormenting loneliness," doesn't come from me...I'm pulling it from actual debate/academia on this exact topic. The owls, and what they are an omen for. Oof.)

To call yourself a 'companion to owls,' then, is to count yourself alongside perhaps the most tragic of the damned --not the ones who defy God out of wickedness or ignorance, and in exile take up diabolical ends readily enough...but the ones who know enough to mourn what they have lost.

So, that's how the title relates to Job: directly. Of course, all that is just context. The titular "companion to owls," in this case, isn't Job at all.

Because this story is about Aziraphale.

The thing is that Job never actually defied God at all, but Aziraphale does, and he does so fully believing that he will fall.

He does so fully believing that he's giving in to a temptation.

He's wrong about that, but still...he's realized something terrifying. Which is that doing God's will and doing what's right are sometimes mutually exclusive. Even more terrifying: it turns out that, given the choice between the two...he chooses what's right.

And he's seemingly the only angel who does. He's seemingly the only angel who can even see what's wrong.

Fallen or not, that's the kind of knowledge that...separates you.

(Whoooo-eeeeee, tormenting loneliness!!!)

Aziraphale is the companion.

...I don't think I need to wax poetic about Aziraphale's loneliness and grappling with devotion --I think we all, like, get it, and other people have likely said it better anyway. So, one last thing before I stop rambling:

Check out Crowley's glasses.

(screenshots from @seedsofwinter)

Crowley is the owl.

Crowley is the goddamn owl.

[itsscottiesstark]

Here's some of my favorite Crowley on laudanum moments, just because:

1. Death is "just wrONGGG", Crowley said so. No more dying.

2. Because if you don't get high and improvise the unofficial anthem of Scotland (it's canon, Crowley improvised it), what are you even doing with your overly long life?

3. This lil dance is the best, I swear.

4. Reminder, he's looking at a graveyard, at night.

5. Find me someone cuter, I'll wait.

6. It was dark, he was wearing sunglasses, and he was high. Leave him alone.

7. I am petrified.

And bonus points because I will never get over this:

No, don't be shy, get closer.

[cloud-based-and-rainpilled]

He really said “I am aggressively gay what the fuck are you talking about”

[zevampirex]

On their way to save the world again*

[golswia]

Earlier, in the said different pub... an angelic titty grab.

[evilasiangenius]

He wished Crowley was here, and not just this squashy wineskin that was far too soft and nothing like Crowley. Something about angular shoulders and pointy elbows and knees that went in all the wrong places sometimes until they were in all the right places left him shoving his face into the wineskin, flustered and embarrassed, afraid to be caught out by none other than Crowley’s evil Hellish demonic master.

Focus! Aziraphale peeked his eyes up over the leathery top of the wineskin, staring at the road before him, rather resentful at this sudden and embarrassing outburst of emotion. Aziraphale’s eyes skated up toward Asmodeus who thankfully did not notice the angel peeking. Was this sudden longing for Crowley some demonic interference from the Prince of Hell? Some effect of his infernal will? Aziraphale’s face went through a mostly obscured and mostly anxious series of emotions before settling on maybe and no and yes definitely but no, not possible. Which seemed as good as anything to go by these days, if there was a need for a specific thing to go by.

Trying to stem that nagging feeling of nerves strung far too tight to the point of thrumming as if a bowstring in a stiff breeze, Aziraphale tried to focus on the matter at hand. The important things, like what it would take to get Crowley away from this Hellish master. He recalled that there was that business that Crowley mentioned about getting Asmodeus sidelined but it would require too much dabbling in politics Downstairs that would be impossible for him and Aziraphale racked his brain trying to think of things that could help facilitate that goal without actually being involved. He stole a glance at Asmodeus, wondering if there was anything that could be done to convince the Prince of Hell to let Crowley go of his own accord.

But just as Aziraphale looked up, Asmodeus turned, glancing down to meet the angel’s eyes.

“You never answered my question, Representative,” Asmodeus said suddenly, and something between the look and the unexpected query surprised Aziraphale nearly into tripping over an unevenness in the dirt road, though the angel caught himself at the last minute with a righting stumble.

“Question? What question?” Aziraphale asked, genuinely flummoxed. “You had a question?”

“You seemed to be such an expert on who deserved to Fall and who didn’t. I thought you were going to elucidate further,” Asmodeus said, in a voice dripping with venom.

“Well, certainly I wouldn’t know the specific details as clearly as someone who currently is a demon now,” Aziraphale snapped. “But I can guess as to the kind of angel you must have been before to deserve such a thing.”

“Hmm, do tell,” Asmodeus said, and there was a hint of bitter amusement in his tone of voice, in the set of his lips and his cold green eyes.

“I do not think that it’s worth discussing,” Aziraphale replied snippily, feigning disinterest even as the angel wondered if Crowley had been correct, that before the Fall Asmodeus had just been an ineffectual Archangel, a useless personage among the glittering gems of the court of Heaven.

“Then I suppose you’ve never heard the truth of it from Crowley.”

At that Aziraphale couldn’t help but wince, remembering that Crowley had said more to a mere human about the Fall than he had ever spoken to Aziraphale about it. Somewhere deep down it seemed that whatever he knew about Crowley, everything that he had bragged to the Prince of Hell about was so superficial as to be mortifying – it seemed that he didn’t really know Crowley at all.

“I can’t say we’ve ever felt the need to bring up such...an unsavory subject,” Aziraphale said with a very careful flippancy, trying to pretend as if it never occurred to him to bring up such a topic. At this point it just seemed like a good time to continue drinking. Perhaps until at least the end of this unduly drawn-out conversation, or perhaps ideally until the end of the world, if Asmodeus would always going to be loitering, skulking about in the background like some minor actor behind the skene, ready to jump out from a doorway at any moment behind any number of obscuring masks.

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[walmart-icarus]

i cry whenever i remember the burning bookshop scene

imagine you knew someone for 6000 years, rescuing them many times and close calls, to end up thinking that they got killed by your side. My boy was crying and screaming and he was tired. He was absolutely destroyed that he couldnt save Aziraphale that one time

[hikarry]

Do you think when post was invented, Crowley mailed himself to Aziraphale just for shits and giggles?

Like, he found a box, he turned into a snake, he mailed himself and jumpscared Aziraphale when he opened the box

Please this must have happened at least once

[goodomens-girlie]

best duo that never was:

[oldbutchdaniel]

can we hold hands and listen to this together