Body Heat

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Sleeping with a snake was… slightly different but not bad. Aziraphale took care not to roll over at night, and since he wasn’t as used to sleeping as Crowley was, he stayed awake after the first awkward near-roll onto the groggy demon.

Getting Crowley back into his human shape required a lot more patience, though. With his low energy levels it was a delicate manoeuvre at best, and after the first mistrial, Crowley had crawled under he bed cover and not come out for the rest of the day.

Snakes could sulk.

Snakes could pout.

And snakes could really get across the lost and alone puppy dog look if they wanted to.

A soothing and sweet hurt/comfort fanfic.

Fluff: +++++

Angst: ++

Smut: ++

Overall Rating: +++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/198081

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Aziraphale stared at him. “Surely you don’t expect me to believe you believe you’re human?” he asked finally.

“Huh?”

“You’re a demon,” Aziraphale said carefully. “As if you don’t know that.”

Crowley looked at him without speaking for a moment. “And I thought I had mental health problems. We actually work together?”

“Well, only in a manner of speaking,” Aziraphale said. “More at cross-purposes, really, except for the Incident.”

“What are you, a priest? Or, no, let me guess, you’re an angel.”

“Of course I’m an angel.”

Crowley pushed his sunglasses down his nose and gave Aziraphale a long look over them with yellow eyes. “Angels have wings,” he pointed out.

“This isn’t the time or the place,” Aziraphale said.

Fluff: ++++

Angst: ++

Smut: ++

Overall Rating: ++++

Read it here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/15392

The Devil’s Work

The Devil's Work

As he waited he looked out the window, which offered a decent view of much of the city. Good old New York, New York. The City that Never Sleeps, that was his kind of town all right. Well, he’d be doing some sleeping tonight. But he’d be up bright and early to get to work on making his own particular mark** on the city. Early to bed and early to rise, helps a demon dream up more wiles and lies, and all.

He began mentally planning how he’d spend his day. He’d hung around London too long; he’d forgotten how energizing it was to have a whole new city to work with—all the poor, unsuspecting people who had never even heard of Anthony J. Crowley. He smiled, his too-sharp teeth glinting in the light streaming in from streets outside. It was high time he introduced himself to the Big Apple.

Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch is a humorous take on the apocalypse. It comes complete with angels, demons, knights of the apocalypse, and Queen’s Greatest Hits. It was published 26 years and 1 day ago. Despite the gap between its creation and the creation of the Internet, its fanfiction base flourishes, with new stories about our protagonists added each day. The book continues to draw in readers of all ages, with its clever references, witty banter, and innovative takes on an ancient idea. The Devil’s Work is very loyal to the canon; it even comes with footnotes. This fanfiction actually plays off of a line from the book:

And then, of course, it had seemed even natural that they should, as it were, hold the fort for one another whenever common sense dictated. Both were of angel stock, after all. If one was going to Hull for a quick temptation, it made sense to nip across the city and carry out a standard brief moment of divine ecstasy. It’d get done anyway, and being sensible about it gave everyone more free time and cut down on expenses.

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