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If Crowley and Aziraphale raised Adam

Crowley:”Hey angel?”

Aziraphale:”Yes?”

Crowley:”Can a person breathe inside a washing machine while it’s on?”

Aziraphale:………………………….

Aziraphale:(In panic mode) “Where is Adam?!”

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?!!!!!

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aziraphale: crowley and i were at the park yesterday feeding the ducks, and-

newt: did you know bread is very bad for ducks? it can lead to malnutrition and even deformations.

aziraphale, visibly shaking: that demon- all this time-

crowley, running away: I SWEAR I DIDN'T KNOW!!!!

aziraphale, now possessing more than a few new eyes:

newt: ... s- sorry?

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O.o

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crowley, how did you get here???

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five things you know and the one thing you don’t by epossetties [insp]

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:)))))

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“Please, don’t go.”

The words are out before Aziraphale can stop them and he swallows, hardly daring to meet Crowley’s eyes but needing the demon to feel the sincerity, the desperation, ringing in every atom of his being.

“Please. I need you.”

Crowley moves closer as if trying not to spook him, but once he’s within reach Aziraphale takes both of his hands, cradling them in trembling palms.

“I’m right here, angel.” Crowley manages after several long moments, and Aziraphale realises he isn’t the only one shaking. Crowley is strung tight like bowstrings and the angel softens, brushing his fingertips over the inside of the other man’s wrists.

He tugs, just gently, and Crowley takes another half-step closer, then another, magnetised by Aziraphale’s tenderness and craving anything the angel is willing to give.

Mere inches separate them now, their chests just barely brushing with each synchronised inhale. Aziraphale feels like he’s shaking apart at the seams but still needs Crowley closer.

He clears his throat, wets his lips.

“May I kiss you?”

Crowley’s eyes had dropped watch his tongue peak out but their gazes meet again as the question hangs in the air. Blue eyes and gold, both wide and dark and wanting.

“Yes.”

It’s little more than an exhale but for Aziraphale that’s enough. He watches his own hands slide up Crowley’s arms and over his chest to curl hesitantly in warm leather and pull the demon even closer, and oh, it’s so easy to lean up and claim Crowley’s lips with his own.

They both give a great shuddering exhale before melting together, one of Crowley’s hands sneaking into white-gold curls to tip his head just so. Their first kiss bleeds into another, then another, and neither angel nor demon can be sure who lets out the choked half-moan that gets lost between them.

“I love you.” Aziraphale breathes. His chest hitches and he realises he’s crying, tears salty on his lips as Crowley draws back just enough to look at him properly.

“I love you, Crowley, truly I do. Please tell me I’m not too late, I know I— I took so dreadfully long to catch up but I’m here and I—“

Crowley cuts him off with another soft, sweet kiss, then brings the hand not still cradling the back of Aziraphale’s head to brush away the tears that continue to flow.

“You’re not too late, angel.” His voice is roughened by the lump in his throat but he swallows around it and presses on. “We’re on our own side now, remember? Me and you against the world.”

He gently tips Aziraphale’s chin up to look him in the eyes again, his own vision starting to blur around the edges.

“I would have waited until the end of time for you, Aziraphale. It’s only ever been you.”

“Oh, Crowley…”

The dam breaks and Aziraphale buries his face in Crowley’s chest with a sob, letting the tension he’s carried for so long start to bleed out of his shoulders as the demon cradles him close and strokes his hair, a few traitorous tears of his own dripping into those soft curls.

“I’m right here, angel. I’ve got you.”

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superpineapple63

Just bi thoughts

I feel like being bisexual just means I'm an "and" person, rather than an "or" person.

I like Star Wars, AND Star Trek. I'm a dog person, AND a cat person. I want an appetizer, AND a dessert. I wanna explore a museum, AND hike through a jungle.

I mean, why should I have to choose only one of several amazing things?

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yEAHHH SAMEEE

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-page 298-

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Dawee

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Love Stories

Prompt: what would happen if an absolutely hammered Aziraphale drunk-Summoned Crowley?

Crowley goes too slow, Aziraphale drinks copious amounts of alcohol, and a bookshop is (very nearly) set on fire. Again.

Love Stories

In a book, a story has a beginning, a middle, and an end. When the last ink has spilled, and the page continues on white and blank, it is over. Finished. Done. All that remains is the closing of the book - when one, with a sense of finality, presses the hard front and back together, sealing words and ink within.

Life is not like stories, or books.

You might, perhaps, go on an adventure. Defeat your enemies. Maybe even fall in love. But unlike the stories, there is no neatly printed “happily ever after,” and the book does not close; rather, life simply…goes on.

After the world had definitively not ended, and Aziraphale and Crowley had, against all odds, avoided destruction at the hands of their respective employers - they’d gone to lunch. There, they’d shared a lovely meal while talking and laughing, their hands resting on the table, a delicate two inches apart.

They’d finished the meal and strolled out to the Bentley which waited, as if summoned, one tire carelessly perched on the curb.

Crowley had driven Aziraphale home.

Outside Aziraphale’s shop, a heavy, awkward silence had descended on the vehicle. Crowley’s fingers were drumming a nervous rhythm on the wheel; and Aziraphale, crushed beneath the impossible weight of six thousand years worth of unspoken sentiment, felt as though a vise was constricting his chest. Because after all that time, how did one even begin going about saying - saying -

At the time, he couldn’t think it, let alone say it.

The angel had stammered, filling the rigid silence with shallow, vague promises.

They’d talk on the phone. Really, they should do lunch again. When? Soon. Very soon.

After, the silence had, impossibly, grown heavier. Aziraphale, manicured fingers curling over his knees, had looked to Crowley, wanting from the demon something he didn’t know how to begin to ask for.

Because Crowley had said it already - through actions, admittedly, more often than words. But perhaps - maybe that would be enough. It needn’t be anything grand. Something - anything that Aziraphale might use to drag himself out of these depths, to draw in just one single breath of air; enough to wrap-his mind around how to set about feeling out the shape of the words on his lips.

Crowley’s fingers squeezed the steering wheel, and Aziraphale had watched his knuckles pale in the dim light.

Crowley had tilted his head, a carefree smile pasted crudely on his face and said, “Sure angel. Lunch sounds great.”

Aziraphale exited the car.

Crowley drove away.

And that was that.

The last period, black as a bullet, has marked the text. The rest of the page is white and blank.

It has been two week since Aziraphale got out of Crowley’s car. The story has ended, and yet, inexplicably, life goes on.

Crowley hasn’t visited. And he’s yet to call. Aziraphale sometimes worries, fear tickling the back of his mind as he painstakingly re-orders the bookshop Adam resurrected, that something could have happened to him. That Heaven or Hell have gone after him.

After the initial spike of fear, the worry usually fades.

Nothing has happened to Crowley.

Aziraphale can’t explain how he knows. But he does. It’s a feeling as sure and solid as the leather-bound book in his palms. He would know if something had happened to Crowley. He’s sure of it.

Keep reading

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This brought tears to my eyeeeesss

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how to get smote: 101

Author: ineffablemercury

Words: 3K

Rating: Teen

Summary:

He’d made the mistake of kidnapping an angel. And not just any angel, no, but one who apparently had a demon on its side.

Dammit.

Find it here: x

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Ooooof a demon out here about to be smoteeeee

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The presence of Aziraphale in his home, for the first time, is normally something Crowley would celebrate and/or panic about (both; definitely both). But between performing the supernatural equivalent of CPR on his dying car, and stopping time for a solid minute in the presence of bloody Satan himself, well, it’s hard enough to just stay upright.

Aziraphale tuts and immediately takes him to bed (if only if only, Crowley’s delirious mind sings). Crowley falls face-first, squashing his nose into the pillows. There are fingers on his back - Aziraphale stroking his spine. Crowley’s body undulates like a serpent, and he sighs.

“Be up in a minute,” he mumbles.

“You’ll do no such thing.” The fingers trace higher until they’re lightly rubbing his neck, and Crowley groans as tension he didn’t know he was carrying melts away. “That was the biggest miracle I’ve ever seen you do. Certainly the biggest I’ve ever seen from a demon.”

“Y’watch many demons perform miracles?”

He knows, he just knows Aziraphale is pursing his lips. Crowley feels him tug gently at his hair and chuckles.

“Besides, wasn’t that impressive. Compared to you.” It’s getting harder to keep his eyes open. Crowley doesn’t want unconsciousness to steal this moment. Surely he’s earned at least five minutes?

“Me!” Aziraphale laughs in that self-deprecating way Crowley hates. “What great miracle did I do?”

Crowley closes his eyes.

“You came back to me.”

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:)))))

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Can we just talk abt how this???? ⬇⬇⬇

Was adopted by the Sherlock Fandom and became this;

But.........then the Spn fandom found it and we got this;

Can I just say that this is such accurate description of all these charaters???? Like Sherlock is OBVSLY like Crowley with John being soft innocent lil Aziraphale. Then there's Cas, and he's an actual angel and it fits so well, not to mention that Dean was an actual Demon at one point in the show......

Not to mention they're all gay...

Literally all of these are perfection ❤😇👿

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more aziraphale/crowley fic recs

No particular theme this time, just some fic I have read recently that I absolutely loved.

sing for the angel a psalm of shadows by Raven

So I’m personally kind of obsessed with the fact that Aziraphale did temptations for Crowley as part of the Arrangement. I keep wondering what it’s like when Aziraphale tempts people. This fic finally answered my burning questions, and HOW. You will never be able to get these images out of your head, and you will be grateful for it.

Lead me to the banquet hall by obstinatrix & wishwellingtons

This fic destroyed me emotionally. It’s a character study of Crowley, and his love for Aziraphale, through food and their different relationships to it. It features Aziraphale having an emotional meltdown over Crowley’s fridge, and Aziraphale feeding cheesecake to Crowley in a heartbreakingly tender fashion.

my saloon will do quite nicely by tinsnip

The Bentley is quasi-sentient, passive-aggressive, communicates via the and ships Crowley with Aziraphale. This fic is very funny.

A Street in a Strange World by Giddygeek

This is another marvelous “the night at Crowley’s flat” fic, this one featuring a really lovely conversation between Aziraphale and God Herself.

Not So Blue by pineapplecrushface

This fic is SO SWEET AND FUNNY. I shrieked like a teakettle while reading it. One thing I love about it is the sense you get that the whole world is fundamentally refreshed and new because of the way Adam remade it.

Something to do with these sacred words by Solshine

In which Crowley has been openly confessing his love for Aziraphale since nearly the beginning. I think this fic gets exactly right the reasons why Aziraphale held back from loving Crowley for so long – namely, it’s not because he distrusted Crowley or doubted his own mind, but because he was desperately afraid of the consequences for Crowley’s safety.

the technology is neutral by Deputychairman

Aziraphale and Crowley hook up in a seedy gay porn cinema in the 80s. This fic features a wonderful philosophical conversation about the nature of love and sex, and a beautiful sex scene full of angst and repressed longing.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by Handful_of_Silence

Tearjerker alert: you may need a box of tissues for this one, but I promise there’s a happy ending. A desperate man tries to summon a demon, and accidentally summons Aziraphale, much to Aziraphale’s sorrow. Meanwhile, Crowley has no idea where his angel has gone.

The One in Which Crowley Discovers Wanking by for_autumn_i_am

This fic is just as funny as the title promises, but it’s also deeply deeply romantic and touching? I love when authors take cracky premises and take them seriously.

I’ll Stand On the Ocean Until I Start Sinking by copperbadge

In which Aziraphale saves Crowley from drowning in the Flood by smuggling him onto the Ark, and Crowley discovers a passion for babysitting. Cute.

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-tadfield air base-

crowley: *speeds around the corner in his flaming bentley*

crowley, saunters out of the car: you won’t get that kind of performance from a modern car

madame tracy, ecstatic: crowley…

crowley: hey, aziraphale, see you found a ride. nice dress, it suits you

madame tracy: *sighs happily*

madame tracy, teasing: oooh, you’ve got it bad

madame tracy, quickly: *to crowley* he won’t let us in

crowley, winks: leave it to me

madame tracy: not bad looking is he

madame tracy, clears her throat: can we stay focused, please?

madame tracy, smug: I’m not the one struggling to stay focused

madame tracy: you’re being ridiculous

madame tracy: does he always walk like that?

madame tracy, swallows: I-I-I’ve never noticed

madame tracy, chuckles: I can hear your thoughts, dearie

madame tracy, sighs: fine, yes, okay, I’m madly in love with him and I’d do anything for him. now can we please focus on preventing the end of the world so that maybe I can tell him one day?

madame tracy, satisfied: oh, of course, dear

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Omg this is so cannon

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Aziraphale has the best set of pansies in a little flower box just outside his bedroom window above the bookshop. Crowley spends weeks trying to figure out how on earth he has such beautiful flowers (they’re not miracles, he has a sense for that kind of trickery) and aziraphale is persnickety about him going into his bedroom.

So crowley does the only natural thing. He snakes his way up the wall and slithers into the box and...for several londoners below peering into the bookstore, they learn what a snake sounds like laughing. A moment later a wiry middle aged man falls from above, almost Mary Poppins like. And all he says is ‘good lord they’re fake he’s trying to impress me with fake flowers’

And, well, Crowley never does tell aziraphale he knows, it’s too much fun to see out of season flowers growing beautifully at a distance

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