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Crowley laughs. He can’t help it. And the wine is very good.“What’s funny?” Aziraphale asks.“Are you joking?” Crowley tilts his head to look at him over his glasses. “No, nothing at all, this is all perfectly normal. Very dull conversation really.”Aziraphale smiles back. “What’s funnier, dear boy? That I’ve considered it or that you haven’t?”

“D’you realize,” [Crowley] said, “that we never tire of things humans get bored with on the regular?” Aziraphale shrugged, lazily basking. “I’ve always assumed it’s that we don’t tire of each other.” [FINALLY COMPLETE! #75 added 14 February 2019; ran from 10/1/05 - 2/14/19. My love to GO fandom, always.]

Crowley had no idea who'd let slip how to summon demons, but it was a damn pain in the arse sometimes.Recently, however, things had just been getting ridiculous.

Anthony J. Crowley's life seems like it's finally falling into place: his floral shop has begun to gain an undercurrent of appreciation in the design elite of London, and he might have even finally found a boyfriend who looks just right lounging on his Tenreiro sofa. Things seem almost perfect, until one day the empty shop across the street is leased to frumpy fellow Oxford alumni, who doesn't seem to remember Crowley nearly as well as he remembers him, which really shouldn't bother him as much as it does - it was ten years ago after all, and it wasn't even that good of a kiss.

Not everything Crowley says is said out loud. Aziraphale doesn't always hear him at first, but he's learning to stop being surprised.

There was a certain look that Aziraphale wore occasionally—a pinched sort of moue that looked like he’d just taken a very large mouthful of cinnamon—which meant he thought Crowley was being ridiculous. He had put it on. “Hang on,” he had said. “You want us to do human things?” * If you're going to go native, you might as well go all the way.

Dean does not appreciate being stuck in London. Anthony J. Crowley does not appreciate being 'hunted' by two lunatics. Duke of hell Hastur is extremely annoyed that two strange mortals keep interfering with his plans to get revenge on Crowley himself, and Aziraphale disapproves mildly of the word 'assbutt'.

In which the Pevensies trip, fall, and somehow end up in Torchwood. It's not Susan's fault she shot an alien that was trying to kill Jack Harkness.

Gabriel turns up on Christmas morning with an injured angel and demands that the Winchesters summon Crowley, of all people, to fix him up. Dean is grumpy, Cas is confused and Sam is way too drunk for this. No one knows what’s going on.

It starts with headaches, and it ends in a clusterfuck. So, business as usual, Apocalypse-wise.

Team Free Will meets everyone's favourite angel and demon, and everthing spirals from there. Yes, this is the Arrangements 'verse from LJ. Set 20 years post-book for GO, and goes AU from SPN 5x16. See notes for more details.

In which the Apocalypse Mark Two is averted by a bucket of holy water, a hosepipe and Crowley answering the door with no trousers on. Alternatively, in which Aziraphale is Actually Scarier Than The Devil.

Aziraphale would have missed (or perhaps deliberately ignored) the nuance of together, but Crowley was a man-shaped being of the world, and knew what was being asked. "We've been around since -- for a while," he said. "But it's not like that."

There are police officers in Aziraphale's bookstore. There is also a powerful demon. And they seem to know each other.

Crowley has started to take a proprietary interest in Aziraphale's bookshop.

"Oh my God," said Dean, in a tone of horrified revelation. "Sam. You've been possessed by a gay angel. A gay British angel."

A love story about angels and demons. Also, fish

Aziraphale's fingers brushed [Crowley's] cheek, then turned his head slowly. "I'm asking you to think it over," he said, so quietly that Crowley almost couldn't hear him. "That's all." Crowley's stomach clenched harder. Somehow his hand had gotten ideas again and migrated in the direction of Aziraphale's waist, blindly creeping its way around, forcing the angel to lean slightly forward. This was the sort of thing reckless human teenagers did, or in the very least reckless human adults who hadn't gotten out much and were just beginning to notice how entrancing their bridge partners were. "Won't take much," Crowley said, and leaned over to kiss him.

A short story detailing one of Crowley’s infernal household gadgetries, and why he’ll never have sex in front of it ever again.

In Ancient Rome, Crowley makes a somewhat unusual request of Aziraphale. Two thousand years later, the favor must be returned.

My Good Omens Whumptober One shots! Up Now: Day 27 (extreme weather, power outage) The Bookshop and the Bentley work together to get their angel and demon through a storm. Whump Contents: 1-Aziraphale&Crowley2-Aziraphale& Crowley3-Aziraphale4-Crowley5-Crowley6-Crowley7-Aziraphale8-Aziraphale & Crowley