Crowley Ao3pittube - The Rock Without Prosthetic Foreheadfav Page Create Aziraphale giggled at him and all it did was make crowley blush harder and let slip more disgustingly affectionate words before he could shut up. Crowley growled softly and rolled his. Crowley is equally eager to dig into the past and recent biome of the italian hillside as he is to get under fell's skin. But no matter how intriguing the prickly archaeologist is, crowley will not. The demon, azira, a duke of hell, has been best friends—and in love—with his hereditary enemy, crowley (officially, crowliel), for 2000 years. With heaven and hell on their tail, aziraphale and crowley are left with little choice but to hide themselves so thoroughly even they don't remember their own identities. Writings you can find all my works on ao3 too. In case you want to make a request, here is a list of prompts but feel free to send your own. Crowley struggles with insomnia after he and aziraphale move into their south downs cottage. The purchase of new bed sheets leads to crowley finally opening up to his angel about why. In which the flower grows by snowfilly1. I need to read some fluff. I would love to read your favorite fics in this pairing. Crowley and bobby meet again and crobby must ensue. Aziraphale, come back, crowley pleaded, his eyes filling with tears. I do need you, angel, he whispered, his panic consuming his thoughts like flies,. Aziraphale will do anything to make this ball happen, and we know why. Here we see clearly that it’s costing him; He hasn’t promised to give the book away. Armageddon has been thwarted, heaven is plotting their next move, and hell has revoked crowley's apartment, all just in time for the holidays. Aziraphale, the sweet little bastard that he.
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