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
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:
hello there! do you have any fics following the s02e03 minisode where crowley and aziraphale spend a little more time together before crowley is dragged down to hell? thank you!!!
Here are some for you...
Just this once by cricri (T)
It would have been funny if Aziraphale hadn’t been quite a bit worried. Constitution of an ox, you bet. So laudanum didn’t discorporate demons, but he wasn’t sure if Crowley had known that before he drank it. And discorporation wasn’t a nice thing to experience, all the paperwork and … well, he was rather attached to Crowley’s corporation. Somehow. Something about knowing the other in that form for a long time and getting used to it. He just didn’t do well with change!
A Bottle of Truth by theslightlyobsessedwriter (T)
It's 1827, in Edinburgh, and Crowley has just finished off a bottle of laudanum. It doesn't kill him; however, it does bring to the surface some interesting habits, some hidden desires, and some truths that he never thought he'd share with anyone, let alone the angel he's desperately in love with. Aziraphale is losing his mind and rather wishes Crowley would develop some self-preservation instincts.
Or: Crowley is off his head on laudanum, Aziraphale is his very enthusiastic caretaker, and they both love each other more than they can possibly say.
like rain that you slept through by bluphaelion (G)
Crowley’s good deed in an Edinburgh graveyard goes unnoticed by Hell (for now). In the meantime, it’s up to Aziraphale to take care of a very drunk, very clingy demon.
A Doll's House by CopperBeech (T)
For a moment, in that graveyard outside Edinburgh, it looked as if Crowley'd been pulled abruptly back to Hell.
Then Aziraphale realized the laudanum just hadn't quite finished with his friend. Which would mean helping him cope with an entirely different predicament. One that the angel chose not to trust even to his diary.
Constitution of an Ox by Bazzpop (T)
Laudanum; who would have guessed that such a tiny bottle of the stuff was potent enough to make a demon go arse over tip?
Aziraphale surely hadn’t (and neither had Crowley, apparently, else he would have dumped the drink into the nearest empty crypt instead of necking it like a shot and smashing the glass like a git) but, nevertheless, here they were, dealing with the effects of a rather egregious combination of alcohol and opium.
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What if Crowley hadn’t been summoned back down to hell at the end of The Resurrectionists minisode? Aziraphale would have taken care of an off his head on laudanum demon, that’s what.
Crowley's looking for Aziraphale. He finds the bookshop empty, so he makes himself at home and helps himself to a few glasses of wine while he waits.
A short time later, Crowley hears some shuffling in the back and assumes Aziraphale has returned. Crowley's words are are a little slurred when he speaks. He's had one glass too many.
Crowley: 'Ngel? Tha' you?
Aziraphale: No, it's the Queen of England.
Crowley: Oh. Th' Queen sounds 'lot like sum'n I know.
Crowley looks up and sees Aziraphale standing in the doorway. The angel's face is smudged with soot, his clothes are ruined, and his wings are dark and heavy with ash, as if he's recently taken a waltz through some hellfire.
The glass of wine balanced precariously between Crowley's fingers shatters when it hits the floor. A red stain spreads beneath his shoes. Crowley is staring at Aziraphale in horror.
Crowley: 'S that really you, 'ngel, or 'mm I dreaming? Las' time I checked, your wings were s'pposed t'be white. You... 'aven't fallen, 'ave you?
Aziraphale: Anthony, what are you on about? Who's fallen? Gabriel came in looking for me this afternoon. He wanted my opinion on his new wardrobe, so I crawled up the chimney to hide.
Crowley: You means to tell me you're jus' covered in soot?
Aziraphale sighs.
Aziraphale: And I'll never get these stains out, either... I haven't cleaned the flue in years.
Crowley: And you won't 'ave to for at leas' 'nother decade, by th' looks of you.
Aziraphale: Very funny. And besides, if you must know... I fell ages ago for a demon with a penchant for kindness. And alcohol.
Crowley: 'Mm not-
Aziraphale: You're not what? Lovely? Charming? Irresistible?
A: And I'm Jemimah! I made this pot!
B: But you are actually a girl Pepper! That's just sexist!
C: Come on Hamlet! Buck up!
D: Do you need a lift somewhere?
E: Entaeaer!
F: Frozen peas.
G: GROW BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
H: How's your naked man friend?
I: I'm "reading" a "book"
J: Just swimming, and eating, and singing and OH MY GOD I want to be a whale!
K: Kick, Aziraphale, it's kick butt for heaven's sake! Oh, I can't believe I just said that!
L:Laudanum howee! Last time I do that!
M: My car is not yellow, it has never been yellow and it is not going to start being yellow now! CHANGE IT BACK! but it's pretty!
Crowley: I think it’s time I get my life in order.
Aziraphale, narrating: But they did not get their life in order. In fact, they got drunk last night and fought a raccoon.
picture, if you will, crowley sitting at a bar stool surrounded by stacks of shot glasses with his head in his hands, while "i'd rather be drunk but at least i'm in love" playing on repeat