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    The slow smirk that Crowley had given him in return was entirely too knowing and seemed to imply something that the angel didn't quite understand. The sight of that smirk made his stomach feel strange and fluttery.... It was the oysters. Definitely the oysters.

    (Or, 'A Chronological Record of Crowley and Aziraphale's Relationship Behind the Scenes, Including Lots of Angst but Mostly Smut')

    Shelves: Good Omens

    Site:
    archiveofourown.org
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    93,490
    Status:
    Completed