Crowley/Aziraphale

crowleyraphale @ 2008-07-16T16:25:00

2008-07-16T08:25:48Z

I TURNED SIXTEEN ON MONDAY!!! And because I am so excited, I decided to give everyone a birthday treat. Personally, I'm not very happy with the Aziraphale segment in this one. :( Sorry about it.

Disclaimer: I am neither Terry Pratchett nor Neil Gaiman. I'm just a GO nerd who loves nature.

Senses

Immortals can choose not to feel their surroundings; they don't need to breathe, or to feel heat or cold, if they don't want to. And most immortals make full use of these abilities during their brief visits to humanity. There are a couple of immortals, however, who choose to revel in the awareness created by the five senses granted to their mortal bodies. Even after six thousand years, they have never lost their sense of wonder at the miracle that is the human body.

Anthony J. Crowley opens the front door and steps outside. He pauses, taking in his surroundings. Demons aren't supposed to love; yet Crowley admits to himself that he loves the way everything looks and feels after the rain. He breathes in deeply. The air always seems to smell so fresh and clean after the rain, as if the water has washed away all the 21st century pollutants and petty human sins. Even the air looks clearer. Almost like Eden, Crowley thinks, shifting his weight. He can feel the cool concrete pavement though the soles of his snakeskin shoes, and a nippy breeze picks up, causing him to shiver slightly. He could choose not to feel the cold, yet there is something so refreshing, so invigorating, about it.

The fingers of his left hand close around the wrist of his right; a chill spreads through his wrist, and he marvels at how his fingertips feel so cold and yet his wrist is still so warm. A drop of rainwater falls from the branch of an overhanging tree onto his wrist, and he brings his hand up and licks it off. Most people would think that rainwater, having the same chemical composition as ordinary tap water, would taste no different; Crowley would have been glad to tell them they were wrong. The rainwater reminds him of the sweet nectars and wines he and Aziraphale drank in Babylon, in Sumer, in Greece, Rome and olden Europe. Both of them could have materialised more amphorae if they wanted, but both angel and demon are aware that the taste will never be the same.

Crowley walks towards his gleaming black Bentley, waving a hand to rid the windshield of water droplets. He places his hand on the door handle, hissing slightly as the cool metal comes into contact with his warm skin. He pauses to admire the way tendons flex and fingers instinctively wrap around the handle and pull. Sliding into the driver's seat, he savours the way the cool leather feels against his warm back before driving off towards Soho.

~*~

Aziraphale gently smooths his tartan coat, enjoying the soft feel. Tilting his head back, he allows the soft rays of sunlight to caress his smiling face gently. Light glints off his golden hair, forming a sort of halo that could almost have passed for his real one. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out out a brown paper bag. He squeezes it gently, listening to the resultant crisp crackle, before opening it.

The edge of the bag is sharp, and it cuts Aziraphale's thumb. Stifling a gasp, he brings his hand up, watching as a bead of bright red blood wells up slowly. The colour reminds him of the vivid flowers of Eden... It stings slightly, bringing him back to the present, and he instinctively places his thumb in his mouth, sucking lightly on the cut. The blood has an almost salty tang, rather like the seasonings used when the world was still young. When he removes his thumb, the cut is fully healed and it fades as he watches. For a moment, Aziraphale wonders what it feels like to have a scab, to watch as a wound slowly heals itself over a few days. To not be blessed with the divine gift of instantaneous healing.

He pulls out the bread from within the bag, and takes a moment to smell it. Although slightly stale by now, it still smells faintly good. He remembers the first time he tried food, savouring the taste, wondering at how his teeth instinctively chewed on the food, how his tongue pushed it to the back of his mouth, how his throat constricted, pushing it down to his stomach. And all this done almost unconsciously.

A duck swims up, quacking plaintively. Aziraphale tears off a bit of bread (too much force and the bread will be flattened, too little and nothing happens), marvelling at how almost-hidden muscles flex as he throws it into the pond.

The grass is still wet from the morning's rain; the water is soaking through the hem of his tweed trouser-legs and the soles of his sensible brown shows. His argyle socks feel rather damp, and he thinks about temporarily vanishing his body's immune system, just to find out what a cold is like. No, he decides, if I fall ill, I can't thwart Crowley.

~*~

Leaves rustle in the wind, forming a pleasant background noise. The wind plays with Aziraphale's golden curls, and tugs mischievously as his coat. He can hear soft, sibilant laughter coming from behind him. Smoothing his hair, the angel turns.

"Hello, Crowley."

Crowley seats himself next to his counterpart, grinning in greeting. Raven-black, wavy hair, tousled by the wind, hangs into serpentine eyes half-hidden by designer sunglasses. The demon tugs his Armani coat tighter around himself. The small gesture doesn't escape Aziraphale.

"You could just choose not to feel it, you know," he points out, shifting against the hard bench. Crowley raises an eyebrow.

"I know." Pause. "Your fashion sense is atrocious, angel. I mean, I didn't know they even made purple tartan. And really, wearing that monstrosity with beige camelhair coats should be made one of the new Sins."

Aziraphale smiles. "I was cold." Crowley shoots him an amused and yet exasperated look over the rim of his sunglasses.

Although they never talked about it much, they were grateful for the Arrangement. In addition to all the other perks, they didn't discorporate each other these days. And since both men (or rather, men-shaped beings) have grown rather fond of their human bodies - and of each other - they would much rather enjoy humanity than fight each other.

Crowley hisses slightly as the wind picks up again, a habit Aziraphale has grown to find rather endearing over the millenia. The angel is suddenly tempted to push the hair out of Crowley's eyes, and does so.

The demon's hair is surprisingly soft and warm. He hisses again as the angel's cool fingers linger before finally pulling away. Crowley stands abruptly and holds out a hand, and Aziraphale takes it. Fingers entwine, almost naturally.

"Shall we do the Ritz?"

"Of course, my dear."

The angel and the demon may have been on Earth for six thousand years, but they are really only just learning what it means to be human.

~*~

How is it? :)

Hullo! And a fanmix.

2008-07-15T19:59:56Z

Medium: Books.
Fandom: Good Omens.
Subject: Crowley/Aziraphale.
Warnings: Angst. With extra 'ang'.
Notes: If it didn't work out. No commentary at all this time - I'm leaving this one entirely open to interpretation. Artists include Paramore, My Brightest Diamond, Bif Naked, Now It's Overhead, Helium, Sleater-Kinney, Brand New, Placebo, Gorillaz, Poe, and Garbage. Thanks to Twitch for tracks 10, 11, 12, and 19. Source for cover art by taiyou_to_tsuki, who is awesome; used with permission. ALL SONGS IN .MP3 FORMAT.

Darling, we've accumulated too much miscommunication.

Here's to hoping this is successful!

2008-07-08T03:29:05Z

So for a teensy intro: hi, I'm one of those people that lurks pathetically more often than posting in various communities. I suck at this game.

Call me Lemon. (:

Now, I'm pretty sure I saw an LJ roleplay advertised here only about two posts back, so I thought I'd advertise another one.

STORY
This is the Värd Skepp, the Host Ship. People from many lands, times, and worlds are taken onto here as guests - guests under contract. What is the contract you ask? The benefits are immense - you need not pay for your time on the Host Ship, you are free to explore and live there, the food is free, and ghostly staff will wait on your every request. The price? You are not allowed to leave of your own free will - your contract will need to expire. How long will a contract last? There's no telling - all that is known is that the Host of our ship is a main that identifies himself as "Karsaburo" and to all newcomers to the Host ship he sends this note:

"You have been contracted to this ship, and are hereby bound to it. You are free to explore, to learn, to grow, and to live. The price is that until the contract expires you will never leave. If you have any wish - any at all, merely summon me. I will be watching always - and will grant any wish you may have... for an appropriate price."
[Copypasta'd directly from vxs_rp. The mods own this text/pic. I borrowed them.]

So, really, the whole deal is this: your character wakes up on a luxury cruise ship with that note up there in the quotes, and has to make the best of things.
Because luxury isn't saying much about how disturbed the host is.

Applications | Taken | Reserved | Rules | FAQ

AND NOW, for the obvious: this RP needs more Crowley/Aziraphale like whoa. I, me, right here, Lemon- happen to play Azi! And Azi is so very, very lonely without his favorite demon.
So I'd really love a Crowley? -puppy face-

And and! I should point out, in case you missed it: this is multi-fandom. At the moment, we have a whole lot of Kingdom Hearts characters (I'm totally not guilty for three of them, no.) and we'd really love love love some characters from other fandoms.

Hm. I think that's all I really need to say. Click around the links up there if you're interested, and uh, contact the mods with questions?

If anyone applies for Crowley I will love them forever.

Newbie...

2008-06-04T21:05:56Z

I read Good Omens for the first time a few months ago, and I've been wanting to write something for this pairing ever since. Finally, finally, finally, I've churned this out. I've never written anything for this fandom before (or anything outside the Harry Potter fandom, actually), but this pairing compelled me. Let me know how I did.

Title: The Moment
Rating: PG-13ish
Summary: There are Moments at which even an angel must question exactly how ineffable the Ineffable Plan could possibly be.
Notes: First time, be kind... My ego is highly flammable.

The Moment

If I've violated any comm rules, just let me know. Posting new places always makes me nervous :)

A little pimping for a new Multifandom RP

2008-06-02T23:19:23Z

Okay so I wasn't entirely sure if this is allowed here or not, but here we go. This is a new RolePlayGame my friend started. It's open to anyone who would like to join by application or invite.

Welcome to Paraluna. A multifandom, multidimensional role-play. Just what would you give to explore a world completely unlike your own? What would you be willing to sacrifice to escape the universe that binds you? How soon would you pack your bags if you knew you had the chance to embark on a life-changing expedition? Your otherworldly journey begins here, at the shop of the dimensional witch, Ichihara Yuuko.

Her's is a shop that sells no less than wishes. You can't even step within the heavy wooden gates unless there is a wish deep within your heart that you want granted. But every wish comes with a price of equal value and sometimes a person alone cannot afford their own hope. To enter a new world, to explore a land unlike your home, is a very expensive wish that few can pay for by themselves.

This is why many travelers come together and pay as one for the ability to cross. The most precious thing a person can offer may not be enough, but the most precious thing two, or maybe four, people can offer might equate. That is when Yuuko will grant your collective wish and send you to a world unknown.

Are you still willing to pay the price for the journey of a lifetime? If so, Yuuko graciously welcomes you to her establishment. Come on in, make your wish, and watch it come true~

Mod Contact

paraluna_mods
paralunaooc

Worlds
pl_charon pl_despina pl_elara pl_kale pl_naiad pl_tarqeq

Contact Yuuko:w1sh3mistr3ss7

crossposted everywhere (sorry if you see this more than once...)
P.S. - To be wholly honest with you all, I think having an Azi and a Crowley would be ridiculously funny in a RP community like this one.... so SOMEONE. PLEASE JOIN AS ONE OF THEM ~~if not both *coughcough*~~.

waves

2008-05-30T03:31:03Z

Finished Good Omens a week and a half ago. I'd suppose it's pretty needless to say I've been hunting out Crowley/Aziraphale fic obsessively ever since? :D The fandom seems completely amazing, as far as fandoms go, even on FanFiction.net, where there is evil that does not sleep. Unlike Crowley. /end lame joke

I'll definetely be writing some when I get a halfway decent idea, so this seems like the perfect community for me.

I always feel stupid when my introductory posts have absolutely no point besides the introducing, so... I'll be happy to supply people with fic suggestions from my huge list of links, if you so desire. :D

And... this always sounds like such a corny question, but I'm too curious not to ask it. I connect songs to everything, as some sort of habit. I cannot listen to songs, no matter how much I like them, unless I can associate them with something. This worsens if I write fanfiction for the thing in question.

So, I feel obliged to ask: Do you do this? What songs do you associate with C/A or the book in general?

Pimpage

2008-05-25T16:42:43Z

I think it's fair to say that Crowley/Aziraphale is a prince among pairings at the very least, but does it aspire to the seraphic heights of the few, the privileged, the </a></b></a>almost_canon ?

The shamelessly pimped community above has been created as a forum for discussion regarding near-canon, as well as a place to post fics and fanart. At some point in the future, virtual certificates for near-canon authenticity will be awarded to the pairings which have been best argued in reference to the text and authorial intent; members have the opportunity to vote on whether the pairing gets certified or not.

8D If the excitement isn't too much for you, click away and help us get started!

[x-posted to other places]

[artwork] "Heaven and Hell", Aziraphale, Crowley, G

2008-05-09T07:29:40Z

Hello!
I have been lurking in the shadows for a while, but I thought now would be a good moment to come out and share my first GO artwork with you! :)

Title: "Heaven and Hell"
by Eve Le Dez (lineae)
Characters: Aziraphale, Anthony J. Crowley
Rating: G
Disclaimer: No harm meant, no money made. Aziraphale and Crowley are characters from "Good Omens. The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, witch." by Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. And I'd never dream of messing with an angel and a demon anyway...
Feedback and constructive criticism is welcome and appreciated.

(*fake cut to my LJ*)

Search

2008-04-22T22:30:47Z

Does anyone know of any stories in which Aziraphale defends Crowley (physically or otherwise)? It's been a while since I've read High Treason by Tomo Trillions, but I think that's what got my imagination going. The image of Aziraphale wielding a sword has been floating around in my head for a few days, and since the previous post was okay, I thought I'd ask.

Thanks. :)

crowleyraphale @ 2008-04-13T10:55:00

2008-04-13T15:04:23Z

I don't know if this kind of thing is allowed here, but... Figured this would probably be the place to ask. I'm a newbie here, and have read only a handful of fics for this pairing. As such, I have a couple of requests.

1) Are there any nice, long fics in which Crowley causes Aziraphale to fall? I don't want to root through dozens of pages to find what I'm looking for, so...

2) As previously stated, I'm new to this whole thing. Are there any other "classic" Crowley/Aziraphale fics I ought to read? Again, preferably long and with some semblance of plot?

I would be much obliged if any of you could help me out.

Fic: Living in Sin

2008-04-12T00:23:44Z

Author: Bitterfig
Title: Living in Sin
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley
Summary: Aziraphale found that while Paradise had been simple the world made by mankind was much more complicated.
Beta Reader: Fedink
Word Count: 400
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Implied sex, religious themes (including a bit of snarking aimed at the Christian Right). .
Author’s Note: I wrote this for slashthedrabble challenge #160: Snake right after reading the Ted Hughes poem “Theology” which veleda_k had posted on her journal for National Poetry Month.

(Living in Sin)

crowleyraphale @ 2008-04-02T16:37:00

2008-04-02T08:38:17Z

Here's a ficcy I wrote, like, last year. It's quite short.

Aziraphale forced himself to pull away. He opened his eyes, immediately regretting it.

There was no denying that Crowley looked... tempting. He was practically Temptation incarnate, after all. Dark, tousled hair fell over golden serpentine eyes, brimming with desire. A thin sheen of sweat coated his dark, flawless skin. Breath was coming in gasps from between those red lips. His pointed teeth flashed in a predatory grin.

It wasn't hard to believe that here was the demon who had tempted Eve to eat the forbidden fruit. Here was the demon who had started the Trojan War out of boredom. Here was the demon who, if he tried, could even tempt an angel.

And Aziraphale Fell.

This is the second GO fic I ever wrote, the first is One Of Yours. Concrit is, as always, welcome. :)

~ Sivaroobini

crowleyraphale @ 2008-03-03T16:20:00

2008-03-03T08:24:28Z

Hi! I'm a huge fan of GO and have been for four years, but only started reading fanfiction last year. I've been lurking here since mid-February, and have been lurking at Lower Tadfield since January. Anyway, here's my first fanfic!

Disclaimer: Good Omens belongs to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman.

A/N: I LOVE Good Omens fanfics but this is my first attempt at one, so go easy!

One of Yours.

It was the second afternoon of the rest of their lives, and Aziraphale could think of no better way to spend it that cataloguing his precious books. (1) He was quite looking forward to sorting out the books from the Antichrist, although he didn't think they'd sell very fast; which, naturally, meant that they'd be the ones on display. The angel hadn't however, counted on an unexpected visitor.

Anthony J. Crowley sauntered into the shop, suppressing a hiss as the irritating shop-bell jingled. He couldn't help but wonder why Adam hadn't just conveniently made it disappear (2). The bookshop certainly looked the same, although Crowley was fairly certain Aziraphale hadn't been displaying copies of Boy's Own, not to mention 101 Things You Can Do With Snot.

"Sorry, we're closed!” the call came from the back. Crowley strolled there to find Aziraphale balanced precariously on a rickety old stepladder, a pile of books in one hand and a ledger in the other. He sneezed, nearly falling off the ladder. Then he saw Crowley, and this time he did fall off the ladder.

“Since when has a ‘Closed’ sign ever stopped me, angel?” Crowley smirked, as he helped Aziraphale to his feet. The angel dusted himself off primly and straightened his tartan vest, ignoring the twitch of Crowley’s fingers; during the previous night’s drinking binge, Crowley had ranted about how much he hated Aziraphale’s tartan wardrobe and how he kept wanting to miracle it into denim or something of the sort. “Crowley, if you miracle away so much as a thread of tartan – “

“You’ll do what, angel? Smite me with a cup cocoa? Refuse to accompany me?” Behind the sunglasses, yellow eyes glinted in amusement.

“The latter.” Aziraphale stated, folding his arms and trying to look stern. (3)

Five minutes later, they were both seated in the gleaming Bentley. Crowley glanced sideways. “Aziraphale, we’re going to a soccer game, not an I Love Lucy convention. Would you change the vest, at least?”

Aziraphale sighed and waved his hand, changing the tartan vest to a grey argyle one. Somehow, Crowley’s mocking smile had more effect on him then the melting eyes of a doleful puppy. He stared out of the window as the pavement zoomed by at an unnaturally fast pace, letting the strains of Queen wash over him. What if Adam hadn’t averted the Apocalypse? He certainly wouldn’t be seated next to a demon in a 1926 Bentley right now, on the way to a soccer game – no, the day before yesterday he’d have been fighting alongside the hordes of Heaven. And by today, whichever side that had been victorious would have won. And there would be no more Crowley. (4)

(1)Unless, of course, you counted helping little old ladies cross the road.

(2)Come to that, there were a lot of things Crowley wished Adam had made disappear – like telemarketers and traffic wardens, for instance.

(3)It was rather like Crowley trying to look innocent – it just couldn’t be done, and the resultant expression was more of constipation.

(4)It felt easier to say ‘no more Arrangement’ than ‘no more Crowley’.

“Which teams are these again?” Aziraphale asked, shifting uneasily. The crowd stank of alcohol, sweat and other things that made him very glad he didn’t have to inhale if he didn’t need to. Plus, there was a newly married couple right in front of him being rather… demonstrative. (5) At least, Aziraphale hoped they were married. He wondered miserable if Crowley had brought him here just to annoy him. If so, he was certainly succeeding.

“Manchester United versus Liverpool,” Crowley answered, waving away a hotdog vendor. “Personally, I support Manchester United. Aside from the fact that I have a spot for Manchester City, the team calls themselves the Red Devils – quite cute, really.”

Aziraphale wasn’t too sure how to respond – this was the first time he was even watching soccer – so he settled for leaning back and letting Crowley explain the rules to him. The game started.

Midway through, on of the Manchester United defenders hit the ball away from the goalposts with his forearm. The referee ran forward, blowing his whistle. There was a collective gasp from the crowd as, mid-blow, the whistle disappeared with a tiny puff of smoke. Crowley turned to his companion questioningly. “I didn’t do that.”

Aziraphale blushed. “I did. I always thought referees were one of yours.”

“Really? We always thought they were one of yours,” Crowley commented. “Tut, tut, angel, miracles in public? I must be rubbing off on you.” Aziraphale didn’t say anything.

(5)Crowley had once claimed to be responsible for having put the ‘demon’ in ‘demonstrative’. Aziraphale had tried not to blush and quickly changed the subject.

“And that wasss a good game.” Crowley slurred, waving his bottle emphatically. “One of our sides’ better ideasss.”

Aziraphale drank some more wine “I must say, dear boy, it’s rare to find something your side came up with that was so enjoyable for both of us. We really should do it again soon.” (6)

Crowley smirked, pointed canines gleaming. “Enjoyable? All thossse people who bet on Liverpool will have losst a lot of money, which fuels Greed and Anger. And people like that couple in front of usss will be plagued by Lussst, and will probably have lotss of fightsss in a few monthsss.”

“I said enjoyable for uss – I mean us. Gambling is definitely one of yours. Las Vegas must be Heav – He – Tadfield for you, “. The angel peered into his bottle, and then held it upside down. A single drop of wine splashed onto his tongue.

Crowley sniggered. “Gambling wass my idea, but humanss invented Vegass. Our sstuff is sso much more interesting that your ssidess’. Take traffic wardens. Hate their gutss.” He gestured viciously, and a houseplant trembled.

Aziraphale glared rather unsteadily. “I told you, dear, I thought those were one of yours. And not all our stuff is boring. Look at – “ he glanced around vaguely for a moment, before waving towards the empty white cartons on the table. “It tastes good, it’s convenient, it saves time and the fortune cookies make people laugh.’

The demon waggled a finger. He paused, fascinated by the way the finger waggled for a moment, before remembering why he’d been waggling it. “Nonono. One of ourss. Promotess Gluttony and Ssloth.” He remembered the layer of oil coating his Szechuan-style chicken. “And eating unhealthily. And the fortune cookiess sometimes make people angry. Blood presssure goes up.”

Aziraphale winced. “I do wish you’d stop hissing. Fair enough. Fast food’s one of yours. So’s alcohol. What about chocolate? ‘S often described as a heavenly pleasure.”

A predatory grin appeared on the demon’s face. “Definitely ourss. It’ss often described ass a ssinful indulgence too. And it’ss addictive. Gluttony. And it’ss often connected to Lusst. Sso you’d better sstart praying for forgivenesss, angel.”

Aziraphale blanched, thinking of the amount of chocolate in his little fridge. Surely he wouldn’t be punished for indulging in a little chocolate now and then… But it’s not now and then, it’s often. And all this while I’ve been indulging in Gluttony and Lust…

“Honey’ss definitely one of yours, though. Mentioned in the Bible. ‘Land flowing with milk and honey’ and all that. And ssilver ssnuffboxess can’t be bad. Although I can’t ssay the ssame for Wilde.” The demon felt rather guilty about the whole chocolate thing. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course. He shouldn’t feel guilty about making an angel feel guilty. He was supposed to tempt, after all. He shouldn’t brave burning bookstores in order to rescue aforementioned angel, either. But he had.

Aziraphale gazed, unseeingly, into the depths of his sixth bottle. “You can’t Fall for things like alcohol, or too much chocolate, can you? Things that promote the Sins? Or for becoming too human?” Or for liking your Adversary more than you should?

So that’s what’s been bothering him. The former Serpent of Eden sat up and moved closer to the former Angel of the Eastern Gate. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol or something else entirely. “No,” he agreed, “you can’t Fall for that. And you won’t Fall for this either.” And he leaned forward. Aziraphale didn’t pull away, as the feelings and desires that had been lurking in the background for millennia finally took centrestage and danced the can-can.

Aziraphale quickly decided that chocolate was now his second favourite flavour. (7) Crowley decided that he’d found something (8) better to do than maintain his Bentley, terrorise houseplants or start LiveJournal flame-wars.

When they finally broke apart, panting (out of habit, since neither needed to breathe, after all), they looked at each other and said together, “One of yours.” (9)

After they’d sobered up, however, and experimented further, they concluded that there were some things neither heaven nor hell could lay claim to.

(6)I know what you’re thinking of now, you pervy little thing, and I can assure you he didn’t mean that, so get your minds out of the gutter.

(7)No prizes for guessing what his first one now was.

(8)Or rather, someone.

(9)Actually, Cowley said, “One of yoursss.” But that’s beside the point.

(10) There isn’t a tenth footnote! I just wanted to make it a nice round number.

Reviews would be awesome. :) I hope you liked it!

~ Sivaroobini

crowleyraphale @ 2008-01-07T22:22:00

2008-01-07T03:26:56Z

First of all, I'm new! Hello everyone. This is my OTP, so I was really somewhat overjoyed when I did this ridiculous search, and, well, you know what happens next.

I'm doing a search- I'm rather pathetically in love with Sim versions of my favorite pairings, so does anyone have/know of a good one that'll make me giggle? There was one a while back, where Crowley was terrorizing the plants. 'Nuff said.

Thank you all! -M.

FANART: Dirty thoughts (PG)

2007-10-20T22:09:32Z

Title: Dirty Thoughts
By: onekawaiibaka
Rating: PG
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale

Click the thumbnail, then Full View please~! ^_^

FANART!

2007-06-23T12:06:52Z

I've been having random impulses to draw Crowleyraphale fanart, and somehow yesterday I finally got round to doing it 8D Fairly worksafe, depending on how you see it. Heh.

Fic: Social Deviants

2007-05-25T11:10:39Z

Title: Social Deviants
Fandom: Good Omens
Pairings: Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating: PG13 for snogging with a forked tongue.
Summary: Crowley inadvertently inspires the existential movement.
A/N: Yes, so. I hate nunshavingfun for blindsiding me with bunnies. She may be the only one who appreciates this, but it was fun so it's ok. XD Much thanks to marilla82 for beta and dinner! Also, I'm terribly sorry if Sartre is OOC. :p

( Crowley still teases him about the possibility that he'll immaculately conceive ducks. )

Crossposted to lower_tadfield.

crowleyraphale @ 2007-05-08T10:47:00

2007-05-08T16:00:39Z

Hello! I haven't been on here in ages (nothing personal- no internet access!) and recently I've just seen the movie Dogma, and due to the subtle similarities in the two I've been looking for Dogma/Good Omens crossovers... and after over an hour of searching, I found two... That's it. not that those two aren't very wonderful, of course.

am i the only one who sees the similarities? the crossover potential? the SLASH potential???

in short, if any of you know of any fics that are crossovers, please let me know, or if you'd like to write one, that'd be even better!!

[Fic] Breaking the Rules

2007-04-20T02:37:19Z

Title: Breaking the Rules
Rating: R
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Genres: humor, drabble
Summary: Aziraphale doesn't think it's a good idea. Crowley does.
Note: Blame pornandkittens for this.

( Breaking the Rules )

I wroted a fic. Yes I did.

2007-04-11T21:13:47Z

Hi, I'm new to this community. I read the book a month or so ago and saw the slashiness, but I only got round to checking out internet Good Omens stuff approximately yesterday.

Anywho, I bring fic!

Title: Admit It
Or The First Afternoon of the Rest of Their Lives
Author: Jet
Rating: Prolly PG-13. Crowley says a swear. In his inner monologue, so it doesn't really count.
Summary: How did Crowley and Aziraphale spend the afternoon of the First Day of the Rest of Their Lives? Well, I'll tell you. First they had a very leisurely lunch at the Ritz, then they went back to St James' Park after closing time and indulged in some of those Earthly pleasures they'd have missed so much if the Apocalypse had gone ahead as planned. Then this happened.

Crowley, still panting, dragged himself into a sitting position so Aziraphale could turn over, then allowed himself to be pulled down onto the angel's chest.

"So much for above temptation," he mumbled into Aziraphale's slightly squidgey left pectoral.

He sensed the smug smile as a hand reached down to stroke his hair.

"It's not a sin, you know. I mean, that Old Testament stuff..."

"What about Sodom and Gomorrah?"

"There is a distinct difference between your actual homosexual relationship and wanting to rape angels. And no, I don't believe for a second that you would, so you can stop trying to do that thing with your eyebrows." Aziraphale hadn't looked down.

Crowley sat up, hovering over Aziraphale's face. "We're not married, though. That's one of the - "

"Ten Commandments, the covenant made with Moses, etcetera. Rules for humans only, my dear."

Crowley shrugged, and shifted in the grass so he could plant his mouth, sloppily, on the junction between Aziraphale's neck and shoulder. The angel shivered a little, and it certainly felt like temptation, or at least it felt as good as temptation. Maybe better.

Snake-yellow eyes locked with cloud-blue for a fraction of a second and once again Crowley felt a familiar, scary feeling. It felt like a tremendous pressure in his chest, forcing the air out, or like a lump at the back of his throat, or like wanting to cry, or laugh, but not knowing which. Like... a sort of warm, healing glow and also like haveing a major vein pumped full of Holy Water. And it wasn't exactly like any of those things. There were moments like this; dangerous moments where he wanted to kiss Aziraphale, and not as a precursor to anything, just to kiss him. This feeling was not one any demon had felt post-fall, ever.

He looked away and bit his lip, staring at his designer sunglasses on the ground a few feet away, then continued kissing the angel's chest, taking care not to make eye contact again.

Aziraphale made it for him, grabbing the demon's head and lifting it to his face. "No," he said.

Crowley looked at him for a puzzled moment as his chest started to tighten and he fought the urge to lean into Aziraphale's touch.

"Not until you admit it." The angel finished.

"Admit what?"

Aziraphale smirked. "You know. You're thinking it."

Crowley bit his lip. An oversharp incisor drew blood, because, well, fuck. He didn't know to what level Hell was still keeping an eye on him, but any kind of statement like the one his was going to make would have to be a red flag. A fucking angel, too. What would they do to him? He'd be busted down to imp. He'd be turning spits amongst those dull, mindless devils from now until eternity. He'd never see Aziraphale again.

He looked down to see Aziraphale smiling up at him, looking more angelic than he'd appeared since Eden, bathed in a kind of warm, invisible golden light. It felt like every particle of the demon's being was being hugged individually. "It's alright," he whispered soothingly. "They won't hear. I can see to it they won't hear you."

The lump in Crowley's throat felt almost ready to burst into a sob. The sheer... the blessed compassion of it was all too much. He let out a slow shaky breath. Breathing helped at times like this.

"I love you, angel."

The angel grinned. "And I love you, you snake-in-the-grass."

And in a flash Aziraphale had reversed their positions, lying on top of him and kissing him deeply, and Crowley figured it could have gone a lot worse.

And the nightingale in Berkeley Square grew silent as the sun set on the First Day of the Rest of Their Lives.

crowleyraphale @ 2007-03-31T18:47:00

2007-04-01T01:50:16Z

Hi - I hope this post is allowed. Just tell me if it's not and I'll delete it.

I'm looking for a fic I read quite a while ago. It was about Crowley and Aziraphale in a sort of alternative universe. Azirphale still owned a bookshop, but he was an older, closeted gay man, and Crowley went by the name Tony (I think?)

I forget most of the plot details except the they spent a lot of it drinking tea, cleaning and painting stuff, and eventually falling in love. It was beautiful and poignant, and if anyone knows what I'm talking about I'd REALLY like to read it again. A link, or just the title/author would be most appreciated.

crowleyraphale @ 2007-03-17T21:22:00

2007-03-17T21:22:14Z

Title: Eire
Rating: PG
Summary: Crowley, Aziraphale, oddly-colored likker, and a Very Green Holiday.
Disclaimer: Notmine.

( It's a fake-cut! RUN AWAYYYYYY )

Happy St. Patrick's Day, everyone.

Fic Post: But, the Books!

2007-03-11T15:19:39Z

*hugs GO fandom* It has been a long time. And now that I've been lurking the forum for a few days again, I'm hoping to maybe get sucked back in. There is temptation afoot! ;)

I come bearing a ficlet.

Title: But, the Books!
Rating: Crowley/Aziraphale
Pairing: Hard R, I believe.
Summary: Temptation in the book shop.

( It was almost as much fun as driving slow in the passing lane. )

Crossposted to lower_tadfield!

crowleyraphale @ 2007-03-06T22:58:00

2007-03-07T04:59:51Z

Fic: 1sentence
Rating: T
50 sentences on Aziraphale/Crowley for the community 1sentence, here.

Wet

2007-03-03T23:13:11Z

Title Wet
Author ice_elf
Pairing Aziraphale/Crowley
Rating PG
Disclaimer Not mine, never will be
Notes Post-Good Omens. Crowley's confused.

Many thanks go to b_c_draygon for beta-ing for me :)

Crowley knew he was in no danger of getting a cold from sitting in the rain at 2am on a Monday morning but it wasn’t the most pleasant of places to be. His expensive shirt was soaked and though it wouldn’t take too much effort to replace them it was the principle that mattered

He made no effort to move, sitting there on the bench and staring out over St. James’ Park. The ducks, at least, appeared to be having fun. Crowley wasn’t. Crowley was wet and annoyed and having feelings he wasn’t sure it was possible for a demon to have.

Aziraphale would know what to do and would no doubt be willing to help but that – he – was the entire problem. He couldn’t go to Aziraphale and tell him about this – he’d either laugh or never want to see him again.

After all, this sort of thing was against the rules upstairs wasn’t it?

He would just have to cope with this on his own – he’d dealt with lust before and that was all this was.

Wasn’t it?

He ran his hands through his sodden hair and sighed. If this wasn’t lust then what could it be? It was like some strange combination of lust and friendship coupled with desire to protect and care for Aziraphale. Crowley was more concerned about the last part, demons weren’t supposed to care for anyone but themselves.

It sounded like the thing mortals called love but demons simply weren’t built to love. It had to be lust. And there was nothing wrong with that.

Maybe it would be best if he didn’t see Aziraphale again – the only problem being that he’d miss the Angel. As annoyingly good and old fashioned as Aziraphale was Crowley knew he couldn’t stand the rest of eternity alone.

Thinking about it, he realised that his decision to try and stop the apocalypse had been based on one simple fact – if he’d been sent Down Below again and Aziraphale had returned Upstairs there would be no seeing each other anymore. No more dinners at the Ritz, no feeding the ducks in the park – no Aziraphale scolding him for his bad behaviour.

Come to think of it, he was surprised he’d never thought about how much Aziraphale meant to him before. But he had taken the Angel for granted and always expected him to be around. There had been one moment in the hectic moments leading up to the almost-apocalypse that had really – and though he hated to admit it – scared Crowley. He had seen the flames, the burning bookshop and no Aziraphale – the Angel had disappeared.

The prospect of eternity without Aziraphale had almost made Crowley want the world to end.

“Hello, dear boy, fancy seeing you here.”
Crowley glanced up, peering through his sunglasses at the newcomer who could only ever have been one person. Aziraphale hovered nearby holding an umbrella over his head and looking distinctly uncomfortable about being out in the rain.

Crowley stretched and rose; he hadn’t been quite ready for this. He’d expected another couple of years to think about what to do.

“What are you doing here?”

Aziraphale smiled and lifted a bag of what appeared to be bread.

“Someone has to feed the ducks,” he offered.

Crowley rolled his eyes, ducking under the umbrella, and Aziraphale took a step away, not quite meeting the demon’s piercing gaze. Crowley rolled his eyes, cursing his own bout of nerves.

Oh for…

Crowley stepped forward, grabbing Aziraphale and pulling him close. He peered at him over the top of his sunglasses before closing the distance between them and pressing his lips against Aziraphale’s.

To his surprise the angel didn’t pull away, in fact he seemed to be kissing him back.

It was however Aziraphale who pulled away first, a hint of a blush on his cheeks. “Really, dear – not in public.”

Crowley laughed. “Makes it all the more fun, Angel – and there’s nowhere here to see.”

He snaked his tongue across his lips. “Fancy dinner at the Ritz?”

He replaced his clothes with a gesture – ruining a shirt was one thing, but getting into his Bentley with wet clothes was entirely another matter. He glanced at Aziraphale, wondering whether to tell him that Angel’s weren’t allowed to wear any clothes – wet or dry – in his Bentley.