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[inlovewithmycar]

WHO: Aziraphale and Crowley

WHAT: Crowley is, for once, very happy to be a snake and makes himself Aziraphale's problem. In turn, Aziraphale makes him into a stylish accessory.

WHEN: Early July

WHERE: Aziraphale's room

NOTES: CW for their excessive flirting, Aziraphale's doe eyes and misuse of demonic serpents.

Crowley was sprawled in Aziraphale's window sill. This was not a particularly odd position to find the demon in - he has a tendency to sprawl on any available flat surface, usually quite dramatically, especially when he was in the process of making mountains out of mole hills. And he especially had the tendency to do this sprawling on Aziraphale's furniture. After all, what's the point without an audience...?

What was unusual, however, was the state Crowley was in. It was very rare that he took on the shape of a snake - after all, he worried that he might not be able to change back - but he had recently gotten one of his own powers back and wanted nothing more than to luxuriate in the feeling of once more being a lazy, cold-blooded reptile.

Which wasn't entirely far from how he behaved when he had legs, but this was a part of himself he found, quite unexpectedly, that he missed.

The fact that in this form he took up the entire window seat that could easily fit the two of them with room to spare was now Aziraphale's problem. Crowley's only concern was getting a nice, slow even rotation so his glossy black scales soaked up as much sunlight as possible. There was a shifting of black coils and Crowley's red belly was exposed to the sunlight. A low, contented 'hhhhh' issued from the Serpent of Eden as he settled once more for the time being.

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[inlovewithmycar]

"You're warmer than any rock," Crowley says, relaxing once more in his arms. He has never wanted to move less in his entire life. If it wouldn't put Aziraphale out, Crowley would happily nap for an entire century wound around him.

"But if you've got things to do, I reckon it's the next best option."

Because he wouldn't want to leech warmth off of anyone else. Aziraphale is just special like that.

[lunchbreaks]

Aziraphale shakes his head no. "Nothing more important than being here with you," he responds, giving him a little scratch by his ears.

"If you're content to spend all day like this, I should get a book. And we'll both be comfortable the entire day." He feels a smile spread on his face despite how he tries not to. But he can't help it, Crowley is just so cute like this, all sweetly satisfied, and sleepy.

[inlovewithmycar]

Crowley shuffles his way along so his upper half is draped over Aziraphale's shoulders, and his lower half wrapped snugly around his waist. He only squeezes enough to hold on, and tucks his head under Aziraphale's chin.

"If you really don't mind me like this, that actually sounds nice. Could read along even, if it's not terribly tragic."

[lunchbreaks]

"Oh, shush you. I'll find us something we both like." He can't believe that Crowley is still mad about Shakespeare.

And he'd asked him to make Hamlet successful, not the most successful pieces of literature in the entire English-speaking lexicon!

[inlovewithmycar]

There's a hissing sort of chuckle from the demon. 'Mad' is far from the word he'd use. 'Fondly exasperated' is a bit closer to what he feels about the whole thing.

"Might've gone a bit above and beyond with that one, I admit."

[lunchbreaks]

"A bit? A bit! Crowley, I just wanted Shakespeare to be kept afloat long enough to fund his next few plays. And not have to deal with his... dreadful moaning," he admits. Because nothing was worse than trying to cheer up one of the greatest playwrights of all time who alternated wildly between dramatic self-loathing and equally dramatic pursuit of vengeance against his critics.