LINKDING

<blockquote>Aziraphale's bookshop becomes accidentally famous on Instagram, to his great distress. Since Crowley invented Instagram, it's also his problem.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Crowley is caught in a summoning circle. Aziraphale comes to rescue him.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's like having a curtain pulled back on something he wasn't expecting to see. A surprise punch-and-judy at an up-scale restaurant, a lobster thermidor when he's ordered an ale. Crowley's gleefully trying to wrap his head around the fact that Aziraphale is speaking Polari. Because of course he is. Or: The Patron Saint of London's LGBT Community is real, and he lives in Soho.</blockquote>

<blockquote>CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not. / Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast. But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?</blockquote>

<blockquote>There's a cottage by the sea where the children like to go. Sometimes it's for ice cream, sometimes it's for a listening ear, sometimes when something goes disastrously wrong.</blockquote>

<blockquote>There are only two ways a child can go with a name like Warlock Lovecraft Faustus Dowling, and War had chosen the other one.</blockquote> ➤ LOVE IT

<blockquote>Told to “go up there and start some trouble,” Crowley bypasses humanity and goes straight for an angel: The Guardian of the Eastern Gate. An AU. (Book canon, but TV canon references are there)</blockquote> ➤ oh my gosh???

<blockquote>Warlock Dowling is over-dramatic, insecure and inclined towards running away, which makes sense since he was primarily raised by a certain over-dramatic demon. After the apocalypse Warlock heads home to England to find his nanny.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Aziraphale nests. Crowley relearns some crucial facts about angelic courtship rituals.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It came as a complete surprise to both Aziraphale and Crowley when the 'Please don't feed the birds' sign wobbled, came loose from its pole, and knocked both of them dramatically to the ground.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“This wasn’t me, you know,” Crowley says, the words out of his mouth before he’s made the conscious choice to utter them. “Not just the library, but the whole civil war. You know me; I’ve mostly been getting drunk at Bacchanals.” “I know,” says Aziraphale.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Take, for instance, the couple she’s consulting with this afternoon, for their upcoming October ceremony. Seemingly mismatched in every respect. The plump, fair-haired one looks like a parody of an absent-minded professor, as sketched by someone who didn’t bother to do much actual research; his clothes are so outdated it teeters on costume. He’s wearing a bow tie, and not in that reinvented hipster way. This is a bow tie unacquainted with the cycles of fashion, a bow tie that has never heard the word irony. His partner is a rangy, black-clad ginger in snakeskin boots. He has the look of a hungover rocker about him, and would somehow, even without the sunglasses he has fully committed to wearing indoors on a cloudy afternoon. He’s sprawled almost defiantly in his chair and keeps throwing dubious glances around Dr. Blackwell’s office, as though expecting a lightning bolt to strike him down for merely daring to be within spitting distance of a church.</blockquote> ➤ THIS IS AMAZING AND I LOVE LITERALLY EVERYTHING ABOUT IT

<blockquote>There are, as far as Warlock is concerned, two main problems with the New Boy, at school. The first, is that he’s a Townie, and there on a scholarship. The second, is that when Warlock gives him the opportunity for him to copy Adam’s Politics homework, Adam has the audacity to snort, and roll his eyes, and go back to his book. -- Certain events Concerning a boarding school, two individuals neither angel nor devil, two eleven-year-old boys, and library fees.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Zachary Hirsch is quite certain that he's never met Uncle Anthony and Uncle Ezra before, but all sorts of relatives have come out of the woodwork for his bar mitzvah, so it's not like he's surprised. Crowley and Aziraphale occasionally crash b'nei mitzvahs, confuse the bar mitzvah boy, and leave presents.</blockquote>

<blockquote>It's the year 2000 and the Antichrist walks in Pittsburgh. Sometimes he takes the bus.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Today, Sunday, there's a sense of rightness and quiet. Outside, he hears birdsong that reminds him of home. Rashid drops sugar cubes in each tiny glass bowl—refined white for Lapsang Souchong, demerara for Earl Grey—and readies the tea tray for delivery.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Nanny?” Crowley’s head jerked up as he twisted round awkwardly in his chair to find a familiar face staring at him through the crowd, the time-altered features torn somewhere between consternation and twitching on the verge of a grin. He stared. “Warlock?” Crowley he demanded, reaching for his glasses and only just managing to resist the urge to pull them off, “Warlock?”</blockquote> ➤ Warlock meets Crowley again after he's grown up

<blockquote>“Why do you keep pronouncing the P in ‘psychically’?” Aziraphale asks. “Because, angel, I am exceedingly inebriated.” (On psychic bonds, wings, and fear of falling.)</blockquote>

<blockquote>So it was fine. Even if Crowley couldn’t love him, he clearly liked him well enough, and that was almost the same thing. It no doubt would have continued to be fine, or at least fine-adjacent, were it not for a narrowly averted apocalypse and several bottles of a really quite nice Riesling Aziraphale had found in the back room of his newly restored bookshop.</blockquote> ➤ Some A+ pining with appropriate amounts of ridiculousness

<blockquote>Crowley is rendered temporarily mortal after a run-in with a-- Well, it doesn't really matter. What matters is he needs to eat and sleep and do the things humans must do if only for one night. Aziraphale can help with the eating bit, at least. A cozy, sweet evening with tea, drinks, food, poems, and warm blankets.</blockquote>

<blockquote>"They’d been scheduled to meet on Tuesday, but Crowley hadn’t shown. He’d left a message, short and to the point, explaining that he’d had some things to do, and at any other time Aziraphale might have been offended at being stood up. But he wasn’t. Instead, he found himself worrying. He couldn’t name it, but things – in a general sense – weren’t as they should be. It was like looking at a design with the wrong dimensions, or an equation missing a crucial integer. Something about the way he'd looked... “Oh, honestly,” Aziraphale said to the empty room, and he reached up for his coat. Or: Crowley has an existential crisis. Aziraphale attempts to pick up the pieces.</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Adam says he’s visiting, and that you’ve turned off your phone.” “Yes, dear,” Aziraphale said, sticking his head around the corner and into the living room. He had been sequestered in his library for the last four hours. “How is he?” “How should I know, I don’t want to talk to the little brat,” Crowley said. Aziraphale’s eyes twinkled knowingly and he vanished back into his library. Peeved at being ignored, and possibly laughed at, Crowley followed him. - OR: crowley antagonizes flat earthers on the internet, is antagonized by his nephew, and kisses his husband: The Fic</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Not objecting, just a point of uh, theological interest: is this a temptation? I mean are you tempting me here, or is it…uhm?” Aziraphale opened his mouth as if to protest, closed it again, and finally offered: “Well actually now that you mention it I suppose it is. I mean I am, yes. But temptation seems such a loaded word, doesn’t it? I just thought, in for a penny in for a pound – if they’re even watching they already know we’ve been consorting together, so we might as well make the most of it. Consort to our hearts’ content, so to speak.”</blockquote>

<blockquote>hdjngjjbg you guys earlier i was waiting at the bus stop just outside a bookstore and the owner, a little upper-middle aged man who gives off immense gay vibes, walked by on his way in and just. handed me a bag of fun size almond joy????</blockquote>

<blockquote>“Sentimentality, angel,” Crowley jokes. Aziraphale just smiles at him softly. Crowley decides his heart rate, which isn’t even that important, will do better if he doesn’t meet his gaze, so he pretends to look out the window and drink the rest of his wine.</blockquote>

<blockquote>The fact that Crowley's largest contribution to saving the world had been to encourage a scared child was an uncomfortable fact that he was endeavouring to bottle up. He was actually doing quite well at bottling it up because of all the other uncomfortable facts he was currently dealing with that he couldn’t even begin to figure out how to bottle up. Such as: Hell was going to find him, and make him pay. / After the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, Crowley broods, Aziraphale thinks, and somehow they manage to muddle through.</blockquote> ➤ Loved this one!!

<blockquote>“How did you ever know?” Aziraphale asked Crowley. “How did you know when I was in trouble and could use a spot of, hmm, otherworldly intervention?” OR In the beginning, God gave the angel Aziraphale a flaming sword.</blockquote> ➤ oh I really like this one!

<blockquote>“Why does it bother you?” Crowley asked. “Even if you can’t get to them in time to wipe their memories, it’s not like anyone’d believe them. Kid goes running to her mum saying Ooh, I’ve just seen a bloke with three heads and a sixteen-foot wingspan, what do you think’s going to happen? Chances are they’ll just pat her on the shoulder and tell her what a vivid imagination she’s got.” “That’s not what worries me,” said Aziraphale.</blockquote>

<blockquote>Crowley has a reputation to maintain . . . and he's found the perfect mark.</blockquote> ➤ okay this version of the crossover is great too

<blockquote>While inventorying the books in his “new” shop, Aziraphale discovers a special shelf that’s not of this world. Discworld crossover!</blockquote>