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“Your eyes are beautiful,” Aziraphale said, earnestly.

“Adulation won’t get you anywhere,” Crowley grunted, then frowned. “Adulation will get you only to a certain point.”

From Only Ever Meant For Someone Else by @di-42.

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Divine love had been written into [Crowley']s being. It was compulsory. He couldn’t understand it or explain it. His love for Aziraphale was - not a choice exactly, he couldn’t have stopped loving the angel if he tried (and he had tried), but it was conscious. He knew that he loved Aziraphale and he knew why.

From Flashes of Love by SuspiciousCharacter1895.

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“So good, angel.”

“By definition.”

From antibodies in c minor by weatheredlaw.

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[Crowley] knew what he needed. He couldn’t explain why, but he knew it.

A man.

From Editor's Note by ghostrat.

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Crowley’s eyeliner has smudged even more, but for some reason it only makes him even more handsome. The contrast against his unusual eyes makes them look like dark honey, and Aziraphale already knows he will never stop being fascinated by them.

From Low Expectations by Mimsynims.

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Crowley took the music back to his flat, at that point so heavily air-conditioned and done up in fashionable white that he felt like a stick of licorice left on an empty refrigerator shelf whenever he went there.

From Celestial Harmonies by KannaOphelia.

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Here are some quotes from two works that are still in progress. Scorn and the Saint-Maker is being updated regularly; Loosely Ballroom has been on hiatus for a few years but maybe if we all ask nicely... 🙏 Both are excellent!

(I didn't mean for these to all be Crowley-centric but it happens)

From Scorn and the Saint-Maker by beardo (@e-rated-beardo):

“Abstract mathematics and saying ‘bugger off’ in many languages. Those have always been the twin passions of Anthony Crowley.” He paused and frowned. “D’you ever get that feeling of déjà vu?”

He pushed his mouth to produce a response that was at least marginally definitive. “Ngh,” he emitted. “Sounds like a. Great. Idea. Yeah. I just, uh.” He flailed his hand in the region of his stack of notebook, papers and stolen chalk box on the desk. “My office, take this crap back, nnh, twenty? Minutes?” Fuck, Crowley. Eloquency award. What.

Then he groaned with his whole body, splayed out even more dramatically over the sofa, bounced off it, hips first, and stalked an irritable ellipse around the coffee table.

“You two, for real, huh? Pigs really fly sometimes.” “Fuckers’re building helicopters,” Crowley conceded. 

From Loosely Ballroom by marginalia_device and mortifyingideal (@mortifyingordeal):

He could be nice. Or, at the very least, he could be charming enough that people wouldn’t immediately clock on that he wasn’t especially good at nice.

Once, someone writing up an interview with him for the Sunday Times Culture mag had described him as “graceful, in a non-Euclidean sort of way”, and he thought that the closest anyone had ever come to describing his physicality properly.

“Gosh,” Crowley said, and found that he truly meant it.

On this blog we love Crowley-centric things. Thank you for the recommendation, the excerpts are delightful, @stupidphototricks !

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A soft press of lips to his cheek nearly caused Crowley to jump clear out of his skin. 

“Crowley, darling,” Aziraphale chuckled quietly against his skin. “You’re fretting.”

From Mèinn Aingeal Milis (Sweet Angel Mine) by IneffableToreshi.

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Crowley’s hands hitch to pull him back in right about now. But Crowley keeps still, plays along with Aziraphale's faux innocence act, and lets him think he’s the one in control. (He is. Crowley is simply deluding himself.) [... Aziraphale] tugs at Crowley’s tie and the demon follows willingly until their breaths mingle once more.

From Oh Dear Salvation by myfairstarlight.

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Crowley’s face went through a somersault of emotions in response to that: wide-eyed shock, withering to overwhelming fondness, morphing into an eye-roll, complete with a thrown-back head and a groan. “Forget what I said earlier. That is the most sentimental thing you’ve ever said.”

From Unexpected, But Long-Awaited by KitCat_Italica.

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"You believed I was going to do the right thing. Despite me trying so desperately to fool you, to keep you away from me. [...] You saw me, Aziraphale. You saw what I was doing. You were the only being in creation who had any idea who I actually was, and you trusted me."

From Quite Sure by SuspiciousCharacter1895.

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“You were staring.” [...]

“I most definitely wasn’t.” Aziraphale says evenly. Drat, he was staring. “I was merely observing.”

Crowley scrunches his nose. “What?”

“You.” Aziraphale smiles.

From how you've haunted me by sunrisesinthesuburbs.

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Here are some of my favorites! Incoherent Crowley is my favorite.

Crowley would have - never - he wouldn’t have - fuck, shit, he isn’t - fuck - god fuck the fucking shit can he even make a sentence. -- sevdrag (seventhe), Old Vines

“Oh. Gosh," he said again, feeling deeply uncool, wholly disarmed. Where had all his fucks gone?  -- charlottemadison, What We Make of It (Shotgun Wedding)

“I got tickets,” he sighed again. “I know,” said Aziraphale sympathetically, patting his head like a child. “Hebbbbthblblblplechhh.”  “You’re holding up quite well, all things considered.” -- charlottemadison, Or Be Nice

Hands are weird. Do you even feel hands, normally? Because Crowley cannot feel his hands anymore. -- sunrisesinthesuburbs, Borrowed Words

“You’re a right little wanker, angel.” Though his heart is thumping, Aziraphale manages to keep his voice steady. “Am I?” “Yeah. Clever sod. Y’know, f’you didn’t talk such fancy shit all the time, we wouldn’t rag on you s’much.” Aziraphale’s ears go rather pink. He watches his feet as they walk. “That doesn’t seem fair. It’s just who I am.” “Outermost layer, eh?” “I suppose you could say that.” Crowley grunts. “Could tone it down a bit.” “Oh, I don’t know. I, I rather like who I am.” -- klikandtuna, Find the Light (flashback)

(my plan had been to ready them all before making a post, but they are really long, so I won't make y'all wait that long!)

Recommended by @stupidphototricks.

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Hope doesn’t come easily to the Fallen. There are some who would insist that it doesn’t come at all, but Aziraphale knows better than that. Knows Crowley better than that. The capacity for hope, for trust, for care, for love – angels do not lose any of these when they fall. The demon in his arms is living proof.

From the voice under all silences by ShadyCakes.

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“I thought you said we didn’t dance,” Aziraphale teases him, his eyes twinkling. [...]

“We didn’t,” he agrees. But then he spins Aziraphale around, and he listens to the absolutely smitten giggle the angel lets out and engraves it in his demonic heart. “We do now.”

From All the Stars in the Sky by animeangelriku.

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It took everything that Anthony had within himself to keep his reaction calm and steady and polite, because on the inside he was shrieking like a madman who had just been granted his heart’s greatest desire. 

“Of course, my angel...whatever you think is best.”

From The Prince's Consort by IneffableToreshi.

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“Fuck, you’re so hot right now,” someone said, and all eyes turned to Crowley. Oh. “Ah, did I say that aloud?” Aziraphale gave a little wiggle as he lost a battle with a coy smile that pulled at the corners of his mouth. […]

And I Did by the wonderful @di-42

There's a lot more awesomeness where this quote comes from! 😊

100% agree! Such a wonderful fic! @di-42