8 Works by lexophile

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    A "You've Got Mail" AU.

    Even after their last encounter ended so badly, Crowley can’t help but smile when he sees Aziraphale Fell. The man is adorably windswept right now, his cheeks pink and his curls flying around his head in every direction. He keeps tugging on the hem of his t-shirt and frowning as though he doesn’t know what to do with this overly casual garment, as though he wishes he was in his usual waistcoat and bowtie ensemble. The bookseller is carrying a sign, but he’s holding it down by his side. Crowley can’t read what it says but he bets it’s something along the lines of ANTHONY J. CROWLEY IS A WANKER or FUCK OFF ANTHONY AND STOP MOONING AFTER ME.

    “You’re staring,” Beez growls into Crowley’s ear. “Isn’t that the bookseller you were arguing with at Gabriel Archer’s thing? Are you enemies with benefits or something? Hate-fucking between skirmishes?”

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    Aziraphale swallowed down the hot, shameful memory of his dreadful behavior and poured himself a generous glass of wine. If Crowley didn’t want to hear Aziraphale’s blustering apologies, then the angel wouldn’t press the issue. 

    He would simply have to find some other way to show the demon how much he meant to Aziraphale.

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    5 times Aziraphale brings Crowley a gift, and 1 time Crowley brings him one.

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    Chapters:
    5/6
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    The revelation of the angel’s face hovering over him—and his firelit, affectionate expression—is more than he can cope with right now. Crowley shuts his eyes again, although he does make an effort to relax his shoulders and curl his knees in towards his chest. He’s aware that lying in the fetal position with his head on an angel’s lap is just about the least demonic thing he’s ever done.

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    Or: five times Crowley successfully conceals his crush on Aziraphale and one time he fails.

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    Crowley makes a strangled noise and Aziraphale turns back to him to find that the demon is sitting up, his posture rigid and his expression slack with shock. His mouth is quite literally hanging open as he stares down at Aziraphale.

    “Er,” Aziraphale says, befuddled. He holds up the bottle of wine. “Did you want some more?”

    “Azsssiraphale,” Crowley hisses out, then clears his throught and tries again. “Angel. Did you… do you… what did you jussst call me?”

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    In which Aziraphale accidentally calls Crowley his boyfriend while inebriated and they both lose their minds.

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    Crowley had seen nearly every romantic film produced in the past century (though he would never ever admit this, even if confronted with a swimming pool of holy water) and he was well-aware that the words “I need to talk to you” were Not A Good Sign™. In fact, they were bad. Very bad. Nuclear winter and exploding star levels of bad.

    Aziraphale was going to break up with him tomorrow night.

    Well, no. That wasn’t quite right because despite all the hand-holding and soppy eye contact and cuddling, they’d never actually defined the relationship, had they?

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    In which Crowley, an actual occult idiot, mistakes a proposal for a break-up.

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    English
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    Chapters:
    4/4
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    “You did this,” Aziraphale accuses when he realizes that they can’t reach the bedroom section without first passing through the children’s furniture, kitchen, and living room showrooms. Crowley knows he’s mostly cranky because they didn’t stop for Swedish meatballs and oversized cinnamon buns. “This labyrinthine monument to capitalism has Hell written all over it.” 

    “Nah, you’re wrong. This is all your side’s doing!” Crowley retorts. He’s a bit miffed by the angel’s ingratitude. Crowley isn’t the one who needed new furniture, after all--his flat is full of menacingly artistic bespoke pieces. “I’ve seen Heaven, remember? It looks a bit like this. Besides, you can’t tell me that all this white space and the finicky organization system doesn’t reek of Gabriel’s influence. S’awful. I don’t know why you wanted to come here. You could have just miracled up whatever you needed.”

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    After the world almost ends, an angel and a demon go shopping at IKEA.

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    Aziraphale takes a piece of bruschetta and shoves it into his mouth. It is at that exact moment, while his cheeks are puffed out like a hamster’s, that Crowley’s head snaps around as though an alarm has gone off at a pitch that only he can hear. His gaze zeroes in, with terrifying accuracy, on Aziraphale.

    “Oh drat,” Aziraphale mumbles around his mouthful of bruschetta.

    Then he runs straight out of the restaurant.

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    In which Crowley takes a solo holiday to Italy after the thwarted Apocalypse. Aziraphale proceeds to stalk him across the continent.

    Language:
    English
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    Chapters:
    6/6
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    Crowley’s pupils are feral, blown wild. He turns his head and stares at Aziraphale. Their faces are too close like this, the sides of their bodies pressed together as Aziraphale bears the full weight of the demon’s body. He feels Crowley’s sour ale breath gusting against his cheek, smells the sweat and misery leaking from his hellish counterpart’s every pore. None of it repels him. Crowley, he thinks, could never disgust him.

    “A demon in your bed?” Crowley hisses. There’s no bite to the question. His expression is as open and confused as a newborn’s. “You’d allow that?”

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    Aziraphale loves all of the Almighty's creations, as is befitting an angel. So why is it so hard to let himself love Crowley?

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    Chapters:
    1/1
    Comments:
    9
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    175
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    16
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