#crowgabe

[cygnusmori]

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I love the outfit because of how ridiculous it is

[wargoddess9]

An illustration I did of highland farmer Crowley from @zadusk 's fic Through a Glass Darkly, featuring Vampire Gabriel in this sweet Crow/Gabe romance fic. Rated E

[cloverthegrand]

They’re chocolates XD chocolates are an angel’s best friend!

[demonic-ninja-cat]

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[tantumuna]

Hi hi! Ship: Crowley/Gabriel (Good Omens), Prompt: “"Sorry doesn’t fix everything.”", Smut: Your choice!

another super late fill i'm so sorry. hope you enjoy, anon!

Crowley x Gabriel "Sorry doesn't fix everything." rating: T cw: none __

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Incredulous, Gabriel stood in the doorway and stared at the scene before him. Crowley sat at the breakfast bar as if he’d only been intended to slip into the chair for a moment, given that his foot was still on the ground and half of his arse was off the stool, but he had eaten the entire dish before him. It wasn’t just a serving either, one that he’d pulled out and put into a different dish to consume. It was the whole dish. Someone who Gabriel had never really known to eat much anyway had gone and eaten the entire casserole.

If not for the fact that Gabriel had spent hours slaving away over it, he wouldn’t have cared. Cooking was something relatively new to him, so he didn’t always mind when Crowley stole bites here and there before he was finished, but this casserole had been important. It was a new recipe made in a new dish that Gabriel had bought for this occasion. Money had been exchanged for it; the dish hadn’t been conjured up from a miracle.

“Crowley—” Gabriel shook his head. “This was supposed to be for us.”

“Us,” Crowley repeated. “What do you mean?”

Gabriel frowned. “I made that for us. To celebrate! Do you have no idea what day it is?”

“Tuesday—”

“Tuesday.” Gabriel folded his arms and huffed. “You’re right on some level, because yes, it’s Tuesday, but it’s our anniversary, Crowley.”

“Right.”

Crowley finally had the wherewithal to wipe his mouth with a nearby napkin. With a clean face, he stepped off the bar stool and looked guiltier than he bothered to sound.

“Didn’t forget, just—” Crowley frowned and folded his arms. “Okay, I forgot. I can make it up to you. I’m sorry—”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” Gabriel snapped. “You always do this! Whenever it comes to me, you just—forget. If it’s about you, you’ll remember for the rest of eternity, but me?” Gabriel shook his head and sighed. “Sorry doesn’t fix everything, Crowley.”

Crowley’s arms dropped in an instant. As if some other force carried him across the room, Crowley cut the space between them indefinitely within seconds, using long, wide steps. The moment he was close enough, he took hold of Gabriel’s hips and wrenched him those last few inches; the space between them was gone, and still, Gabriel found a way not to look at him. Gabriel didn’t pull away, but their eyes didn’t meet.

“Gabe,” Crowley whispered, “I thought it was tomorrow, okay? Had a whole damn thing planned out for you. Got reservations, even, and got you a gift. It’s hiding in the closet—fuck.”

Crowley stepped away. Even with his admittance, Gabriel still wouldn’t look at him, so all he knew how to do now was step away. There weren’t many places that he could go, seeing as how they were within his own apartment. He could go to the bedroom or the office, and that didn’t leave much space between them, anyway. Leaving the kitchen at least felt appropriate, but just as Crowley took that first step, Gabriel took him by the arm and stopped him from going anywhere.

“Do you—mean that?” Gabriel asked, wincing as if he couldn’t believe the sound of his own voice.

“Course I do.” Bravely, Crowley reached for Gabriel and cupped his face. “I’d never forget about you, angel. You have to believe that. Maybe I eat your food, yeah, but it’s good. You get better every time. Didn’t eat much of this human stuff before you came along, you know.”

A small smile quirked and died on Gabriel’s lips in a second; he didn’t want to smile or find himself pleased at Crowley’s words. He wanted to continue his anger, but that was so difficult with Crowley’s gentle strokes against his face. Crowley’s voice was soft, and his eyes were genuine.

“Okay,” Gabriel whispered. “You’re forgiven.”

It was Crowley’s turn to smile. He grinned widely and leaned in to press his lips against Gabriel’s. It was slow and sweet—soft, which was so unlike them at the best of times, but it felt good. The kiss deepened, and Gabriel moaned against the press of Crowley’s lips. Crowley’s tongue slithered between them, forked tips brushing against his lips until Gabriel gave in and parted them. As Crowley pushed inside, his tongue dancing over the tips of Gabriel’s teeth, he wrapped his arms around Gabriel’s waist and grabbed at his arse.

“Crowley—” Gabriel pushed back with a gasp, but he couldn’t escape Crowley’s hold. Nor did he want to.

Desperately, Gabriel gripped at Crowley’s shoulders to keep himself steady. Human sensations still overwhelmed him, as he wasn’t quite used to them. Of all of these sensations, arousal was the sharpest and strangest. It was the one that went against his angel nature the most, but Gabriel couldn’t help but moan when Crowley’s hands slipped into the waistband of his pants to grab him, skin against skin.

“Since it is our anniversary,” Crowley whispered, “maybe we should take this to the bed?”

“What about dinner? I had everything planned—”

“It was wonderful. Make it again for me tomorrow. Tonight, you’re the only thing I want to have.”

A shudder ran down Gabriel’s spine, but he nodded and let Crowley take him by the hand. The bedroom was right down the hallway, and they were going to spend the rest of their evening tangled in Crowley’s dark, silken sheets.

[ideallycasicielo]

(Because I am now a sucker for your Gabriel/Crowley) M. When it rains/snows/storms ( Gabriel & Crowley, obviously)

Crowley took a deep breath, and let it out in an even deeper sigh, sinking into the chair, staring dramatically out the window.Aziraphale tsked and glanced up at him from his desk. “If you want to go outside, just go outside.”Crowley frowned, following the raindrops as they slid down the glass of the window. “But it’s no fun aloooooone.” He rolled his head down and around, big eyes staring at Aziraphale. “Please?”Aziraphale huffed. Crowley could see the gears turning in his head, trying to decide if his desire to help Crowley was greater than his desire to keep reading. Thankfully he didn’t have to make a decision, as a pop in the air deposited Gabriel in the room with them.“Oh!” Aziraphale said, wiggling in his seat a bit. “Gabriel! Hello, dear.”“Hello,” Gabriel greeted. He looked around, a bit nervously. “I had some free time,” he explained. “I hope it’s okay I came by.”“Of course it is, you know that,” Aziraphale assured him.“Yeah,” Crowley said, a twinkle of trouble in his eye. “C’mon, let’s go!” He jumped up and grabbed Gabriel’s arm, dragging him towards the door. “Where are we going?” Gabriel asked, doing nothing to stop the pull, but keeping his eyes on Aziraphale who made no so indication that he was going to follow them.“Outside.” Crowley pulled the door open and the hush of rain filled the space. And no protection was made as Crowley dragged Gabriel out, the water soaking them thoroughly.“Crowley!” Gabriel said, picking at his ruined suit. “Ah, don’t worry,” Crowley said. “It’ll dry.”Gabriel turned his frown to him, but Crowley was already walking away, holding his arms out to the rain. Gabriel shook his head, Aziraphale’s words of picking his battles ringing in his mind. A quick miracle fixed his suit and presented him with an umbrella. “What are we doing out here?” Gabriel asked as he followed after Crowley.“You’ve never just gone for a walk in the rain?” Crowley asked. His face was shining from the lights of the street reflecting off the rain water. And his smile was wide and genuine.“Why would you willingly get wet and ruin your clothes when you have adequate protection?” Gabriel jiggled the umbrella.“Cause,” Crowley said, smirking at the puddle next to them. “It’s fun!” He jumped into the puddle, splashing water onto Gabriel’s recently cleaned suit. He just laughed when Gabriel glared at him. “C’mon, frumpy face! Have a little fun!”He raced away, laughing in delight as he heard Gabriel chasing after him. He only lead him once around the block, not wanting to risk making Gabriel actually upset with him. They were both soaked to the core when they raced back into the shop.“Stop!” Aziraphale declared. Crowley skidded to a halt just in the foyer. Gabriel missed the cue and ran into him, grabbing his hips to steady himself. “You will not get my shop or my books wet.”Crowley nodded and shook himself dry, half of that water that was on him landing on Gabriel. Gabriel gave him a look. He decided to make it up to him by brushing him dry. “I still don’t see what all the fuss is about,” Gabriel said. “Well we haven’t gotten to the best part,” Crowley said. Gabriel raised an eyebrow at him and Crowley dragged him over to the chair he had been lamenting in before. He pushed Gabriel down and then crawled into his lap, snapping a large blanket into existence.“I see,” Gabriel said as Crowley wrapped the blanket around the and snuggled down against Gabriel. Gabriel hugged him close. “This is enjoyable.”

[cygnusmori]

Priest!Gabriel and Demon Crowley AU

[cygnusmori]

[Image Description: Multiple drawings of Crowley and Gabriel from Good Omens. They both are dressed in victorian-esque clothes and Crowley is depicted as a vampire, with dark red-tinted and mustard yellow clothes, whereas Gabriel is depicted as a werewolf, he has pointy fangs and wolf ears, and is wearing violet clothes. In the main image at the center Crowley is looking at the expectors, with a glass of wine in one hand and tugging at Gabriel's cravat with the other. Gabriel is looking at him adoringly. In other of the drawings Crowley is depicted as a small redish bat, and Gabriel as a big, humanoid wolf. In other they're seem as dancing happily. The last one has Crowley about to bite Gabriel's neck, while Gabriel is blushing. End of the description]

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