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[julibellule]

“You want me,” Crowley says. “You want me. It’s not out of boredom, or as a favor, or friendliness, or eneminess, or humoring me, or convenience since we’re the only ones around, or as leverage, or curiosity, or ennui, or—did I say boredom already? You actually want me.”

“Why, yes,” says Aziraphale, relieved, and softening at the shocky tone of Crowley’s voice. “Yes, of course I do. That’s rather been the problem as I saw it. I never don’t want you, my dear.”

“Well,” says Crowley. His voice sounds tight, like if he lets it go he will say too much. “I guess your famous standards don’t apply in everything. Can’t be tasteful across the board.”

“Bite your forked tongue,” says Aziraphale, but he’s smiling.

The yet unknowing world

-by @et-in-arkadia

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[azerinbouee]

Headcannon that Jane and Crowley had such good friendship and she definetly knew his true identity, and Crowley would talk to her all about Aziraphale to the point where all her novels' love stories were inspired by Aziraphale and Crowley.

[julibellule]

“How the hell are you so heavy?” Aziraphale grunted, heaving the body down and into the chair. “You’re all skin and bones! You never eat!”

“Full of sin,” crackled Crowley’s voice smugly from the tannoy.

Dearly departed

-by @areyougonnabe

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[julibellule]

Crowley couldn't keep the edge out of his voice as he went on, "Since when are you taking orders from Heaven again?"

"I'm not," Aziraphale protested. "Raphael's... he's not like the other Archangels. Did you ever meet him? Before?"

Crowley shrugged, never comfortable with that particular topic.

"I wasn't important enough to hang out with the Archangels," he said.

"Neither was I, but after the whole, you know, Earth thing got started, I bumped into him a few times. You see, he's always liked humans. He thinks they're clever. I always thought you'd get on rather well with him, actually, apart from, well--"

"Him being an Archangel and me being a fiend from the pit of Hell?"

"Yes, that."

Instructions Not Included

-by @brightwanderer

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[julibellule]

“Crowley! Are you alright?” asked Aziraphale.

“Fine, fine. You know how it is. What about you, are you— hold on, is that a siren? Where are you?”

“In an ambulance, idiot,” said Aziraphale, “with your dead body.”

“Oh. Right. How’m I looking?”

“Not well at all, dear boy. There’s a great deal of… effluvia.”

“Mangled, would you say?” pressed Crowley, unable to help himself.

“Exceedingly so.” It sounded like Aziraphale was about to go into more detail, but then he interrupted himself suddenly with a moan of distress so over-the-top and ridiculous that Crowley had to bite down on his fist to choke a laugh.

“Sorry, sorry,” Aziraphale said, now in a low whisper. “Paramedics all around, I’m trying to keep up appearances. I put on quite a show out there on the pavement. Ruined my coat, weeping over your expired form. Lots of wailing.”

Crowley grinned. Damn, what he would’ve given to see that.

Dearly departed

-by @areyougonnabe

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[julibellule]

"Crowley!" No-one but Aziraphale had ever managed to put that much scandalised outrage into saying his name. "What are you doing--"

Crowley staggered to his feet - slithered, if he were honest, in a way that wasn't strictly compatible with normal human leg joints - and lunged toward the stranger, who was trying to wipe his face and mostly succeeding in smearing cream over his sleeves.

"You even think about hurting him, you basssstard," he hissed, "I'll make you wish you'd Fallen--"

"Crowley!" Aziraphale grabbed his arm with a strength Crowley had never known he possessed. The effect was rather like running into an iron bar. Crowley hung there for a moment, bewildered and winded, before Aziraphale dragged him back. "Calm down, for heaven's sake!"

And then the angel on the sofa began to laugh through his mask of pistachio cream and powdered sugar.

"This is your demon, then?" he said. "He certainly knows how to make an entrance."

Instructions Not Included

-by @brightwanderer

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[julibellule]

“You’re—you’re mine. Aren’t you?”

Crowley’s eyes shift into round coins of minted gold. He blinks, slowly. “I believe I’ve—I’ve made it clear that was the case.” Unsaid is but you never seemed to listen; unsaid is but you always turned away.

“Forgive me,” says Aziraphale. He touches his forehead to Crowley’s, who startles at the gesture like a spooked horse.

“For what possibly?”

For everything. “For—for not kissing you until now,” Aziraphale manages.

“Oh,” says Crowley, all at once pink-cheeked. “That. Not half bad, that.”

“Not half bad!” Aziraphale‘s laughter is uproarious.

The yet unknowing world

-by @et-in-arkadia

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[julibellule]

"Nah. 'M good, angel. Don't want to blow bubbles."

"Oh, alright," Aziraphale let the hand with bubblegum fall into his lap.

Crowley absolutely loathed the disappointment on his angel's face. He quickly stood up from the sofa with an angry inarticulate sound.

"It's the snakes." he exclaimed as he started pacing the living room.

Aziraphale looked quite surprised by his behaviour and cocked his eyebrows.

After a moment of agitated walking, Crowley continued: "'M a snake in nature."

Aziraphale just nodded. He was of course aware of this fact.

"And snakes have only one lung. And no, nghk, whassit called. Big breathing muscle."

"Diaphragm," Aziraphale supplied.

"Yeah, that. They don't have it. Just use the muscles between their ribs to breathe and that doesn't make enough air to blow a bubblegum bubble."

-by @bunjywunjy

Can snakes blow bubblegum bubbles?

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