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infinitevariety · 2 years
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“Yes, we’re looking to purchase a bed,” Aziraphale said, and then plowed straight onward with: “Can you tell me, are people meant sleep with all of those pillows, or do they take them off every night, and put them all back on in the morning?”
Crowley made a small, pained noise in the back of his throat, because he was fairly certain that was not the etiquette, but the woman just smiled. “Some people like to have a routine,” she said. “Did you have something specific in mind, for a size or a firmness?”
“Oh, something… something large enough for two, I think,” Aziraphale said a bit hesitantly.
“A queen or a king?” she inquired politely.
“Oh, definitely a queen,” Crowley said with a grin, and got a soft smack to his arm for his joke.
Love Makes a House a Home by @kedreeva
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crowleys-hips · 2 months
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galaxyspeaking · 8 months
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He’s filled his house with chintz. To keep it real I fuck him on the floor.
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goodomensbutwrong · 9 months
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Crowley: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Aziraphale: Sure!
Aziraphale: Whats your favorite color?
Crowley, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you love me?
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1941-crowley-slut · 5 months
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idliketobeatree · 19 days
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you're being silley
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youidiotwecouldbeenus · 5 months
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the Clue™
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ineffable-romantics · 8 months
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"The demon who now?"
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hoarder-of-dragons · 5 months
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[Season 2 summed up]
Aziraphale's thoughts: Oh I shall team up with Crowley and make Nina and Maggie fall in love and make them confess. Oh what if I also confess then. I need to prepare everything to set the scene.
Still Aziraphale's thoughts: Ooohh a ball with dancing and tiny snacks to make it fancy and it will be like a Jane Austen novel coming to life and then I will ask Crowley to dance and all our problems will go away as I stare into his eyes....
Crowley's thoughts: Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe FUCK YOU GABRIEL Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe Keep Aziraphale safe PLEASE HOLD MY HAND AZIRAPHALE Keep Aziraphale safe JANE AUSTEN WAS AN AUTHOUR?!?! Keep Aziraphale safe-
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infinitevariety · 1 year
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“Crowley?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper.
She was so very tall. Tall and beautiful. Lovely cheekbones. Sharp nose. A few more wrinkles than she remembered, but she could say the same for herself. Now, though, red hair fell in elegant waves to her chest. She wore makeup better than Aziraphale had ever attempted to.
But it was still her Crowley. She'd never forget those eyes.
She’d always told herself that if she ever saw Crowley again, she’d play it cool. She’d ask where she’d been. Maybe try and make her feel a bit guilty for leaving without an explanation.
In reality, though, she threw her arms around her, mindless of the cappuccino all over her dress.
The Diary of Ms A.Z. Fell, From The Age of Eight to the Present Day by @punkbeen
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crowleys-hips · 3 months
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i think it's really funny when people describe Crowley's hair as silky or soft or something along those lines in fics, because if you look at David Tennant closely, you can see they used like 50 hair products on his hair to sculpt that shit to perfection. it's probably hard as a rock or stickier than glue. i want a fic where it's like:
Crowley rests his head on Aziraphale's chest, snuggling close. The angel smiles and raises his hand to stroke his hair, but once his fingers are buried in those shiny red locks, they're trapped in a crunchy sea of slick goop. The slimy texture sticks to his fingers like superglue. He tries to pull his hand back, but it's completely stuck. Not even three consecutive miracles can do the trick. He prays for salvation.
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eatlembasbread · 24 days
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there's a very thin line between bodyguard boyfriend and trophy wife and Crowley is balancing on it like a goddamn funambulist
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goodomensbutwrong · 8 months
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*at a zoo*
Crowley: What are they in for?
Aziraphale: Crowley, this isn't prison.
Crowley: So they can leave?
Aziraphale: No, but-
Crowley, pointing at a meerkat: I bet that one murdered someone.
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angie-words · 2 months
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I'm at a bit of an impasse with my writing at the moment, so I'm making memes to share the love/break people's hearts (I'm sorry about 4 & 5. Not really, but pretend I am)
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scottishmushroom · 2 months
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inaccurate good omens part 12
inaccurate good omens master post
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