14 Jan 2021
Aziraphale watches as Crowley’s smile grows, sharpens and turns distinctively dastardly. And even though Aziraphale knows what he’s in store for, he’s entirely unprepared for the words that slip out of Crowley’s mouth next. “Name’s Anthony Crowley, Aziraphale’s husband.”
Aziraphale is eternally grateful that he wasn’t taking a sip of his tea at that exact moment for he would’ve surely choked on it.
When Crowley claims to be Aziraphale's husband to ruin what he assumes is a date, he doesn't think anything of it. But a day later it comes back to bite him in the ass when Crowley finds out that the date in question is, in fact, his new boss, who is looking to hire Aziraphale and hoping that Crowley, his husband, will put in a good word for them. Now Crowley is caught in a tight spot: either admit to his new boss that he was lying, or convince Aziraphale, his sort-of enemy, to pretend to be his husband to save face.
- Part 1 of Denial is a Hell of a Drug
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18 Dec 2020
21 Nov 2020
Crowley left something of his in the Bentley's glovebox. It wasn't intentional, no matter what Aziraphale might think. But he is more than willing to go along for the ride.
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22 Nov 2020
Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
06 Oct 2019
As soon as Aubrey Thyme, psychotherapist, had opened her office door and seen her new client, Anthony J. Crowley, sitting in her waiting area, she was observing and assessing him. At first glance, she paid attention to the following:
--His clothing was expensive and stylish;
--He wore very strange but noticeable cologne;
--His relationship to the seat he occupied could only, very loosely, be described as “sitting;”
--He looked angry;
--He was wearing sunglasses.
What Aubrey Thyme, a professional, thought, upon first seeing her new client was: you’re going to be a fun one, aren’t you?
30 Sep 2019
Just an angel and a demon having a stupid conversation about snakes and nipples. Little bit of budding friendship and probably a bit too much curiosity about one another's physical manifestations.
03 Nov 2020
Fuck fuck fuck fuck-
This is, this pressure, this thing they're doing, this- it can't, it can't be this fuuuuck it can't be this good-
"Just- oh, just so, yes, just so..."
Aziraphale stops his little chants, lets out a deep, breathless moan instead and Crowley thinks he might just break apart, come undone, fucking explode right there, and wouldn't that be ironic now that the world's starting up again, when they're finally here, unapologetically and openly and obviously on their own side. No, he'll keep it together for Aziraphale, for his own fucking dignity. Deep breaths, deep breaths, not that he needs them but he might die without; he'll slam his hips into Aziraphale and that would be equally fucking bad.