#Aziraphale would be jealous and I want to see it

[nightgoodomens]

Imagine Crowley goes to see Beelzebub since they’re sort of on the same side now, but they meet in a club because nah neither is telling the other where they actually live. Gabriel is with them, sitting confused between two demons.

And then they get drunk and Beelzebub bets Crowley to seduce some blonde and he’s drunk enough to be like fuck it. It’s just a dance.

He doesn’t know that Aziraphale is watching.

He finds out when he finds him standing by the Bentley with his arms across his chest. Huffing and puffing.

“Aziraphale…?”

“Who is that blonde?!”

#I need a pretty blonde to start flirting with oblivious Crowley #or not oblivious #doesn’t matter #Aziraphale would be jealous and I want to see it #it would be ridiculous but also fantastic

[j4y-k4y]

aziracrow in the wild wild west 🌵

#good omens #gomens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #crowley x arizaphale #good omens fanart #good omens art #crowley would see aziraphale braid his horse’s hair and would be jealous #he wants to be that horse so bad #what do yall think aziraphale would name his horse? #ive been fics where it would be named after foods #love the idea crowley naming his horse bentley #i need aziracrow cowboy fics

[azirafuck]

GOS2 Spoilers Masterpost (ONLY EP. 1-2)

alright, you read the title, you know what's under here - gonna tag everyone who helped this if I know them, thanks to everyone for their contribution and for being agents of chaos the way satan intended. love you all

[Last update/edit: 24/07 - 14:10CET]

first of all, we got some amazing posts from @incorrectquoteswwdits mostly about the first scene in heaven with crowley as an angel:

angel!crowley creating stars and aziraphale thinking he's calling him beautiful

more on that

aziraphale's lies make the lesbians have problems, apparently

communist aziraphale be like OUR CAR

isolation and doubts

THEN we have a detailed recount of the first episode by a kind anon! again, thank you @incorrectquoteswwdits for sharing <3

@goodomens-hints posted a lenghty and detailed recount of the first episode as well with some little hits at future episodes (nothing too big on the post itself, but BE CAREFUL, the blog is actually posting some other spoilers from episodes past the second one!)

@goodomensjail gave us a detailed recount of the first scene, with angel!crowley starting to question stuff and eventually shielding aziraphale with his wing

@mikubinders gives us SOME GOOD GOURMET SHIT by telling us that:

"Beelzebub kidnaps and threatens Crowley, tells him that ze could put a price on his head but ze doesn't want to. After that Crowley comes back to the bookshop and Good-old-fashioned lover boy plays while he drives there. "I'm back" happens. Aziraphale makes Crowley do a silly little apology dance so he forgives him and so they work together"

after thinking this last spoiler was fake, an anon came through and confirmed its real! we also have new context! (sent by an anon to yours tuly)

anon came through with some details about the Everyday record, told us Queen is actually tied to CROWLEY and not to the Bentley, and gave us more context to the OUR CAR and OUR BOOKSHOP bit (sent by an anon to yours tuly)

as for what happens during the Job flashback, after which the sitting five feet apart on a rock in front of the sea happens, a bunch of different versions of what actually happens are going around. @thesherrinfordfacility kept up with the madness surrounding it, so im gonna post here the last two versions of events/details.

first one:

In the Job section, Aziraphale is questioning gods decision of punishing Job. Then u see him in heaven w Muriel here and they are looking thru a long scroll that has instructions from god and he's trying to make sense of it. Muriel is telling him that god and satan made a bet about what Job would do and that's why they are testing him. And az is like whatttt why would god do that that's mean!

When Az finds out they're going to kill Jobs kids, he goes down to Earth to save them while using his angel voice until he realizes he's speaking to Crowley. He sees Crowley about to enter the kids room and tells Crowley "I know you, you wouldn't do this" and Crowley tells him he doesn't know him really. (

AND TY TENNANT IS SASSY AND FLIRTS W AZ??!??!? (*) And THATS when crowley goes "well he seems nice" from the clip. He wasn't jealous tho, like he thought it was funny since they are literally there to supposedly kill these kids and one of them is flirting lol.

The moment of 'weird-beard Crowley' was actually more focused on azi and him questioning God. Crowley tempts Azi w food and u see him struggle but then he gobbled it down and he cries bc he thinks crowley is going to bring him to hell (that's the scene where they are sitting on that thing with the pretty horizon) Crowley tells him "you're just an angel who follows gods as will as much as he can" and Az says that sounds lonely, and Crowley agrees, which is a callback to when he asked Crowley if he was lonely being on what Crowley calls "his own side", and Crowley said no. Crowley then tells him "i'm a demon. I lied"

(*): it was told this isn't actually canon canon, it's up for interpretation - some reported Ty's character is just the classic bratty teenager UPDATE: NOPE anon cleared it up and apparently it DOES read as flirty because ty's character is a little bitch, love that for us

and then we have the second one:

"Episode 2 is half present day things [...], and half the Job story/flashback. Crowley is the demon sent by Satan to torment "God's favorite human" Job to see if Job will curse God, in one big bet between God and Satan. Aziraphale comes to try to stop him, discovers they recognize each other but haven't seen each other since "the flood" and that Crowley seems to have changed since the flood, because he is willing to sacrifice the goats, and ruin Job's house. Crowley says he "has a permit" to torment Job FROM GOD. Aziraphale brings this up to the archangels that gleefully explain that yes it's a bet with Satan and that Job will suffer, but he will get everything back 3-fold by the end. And he will get NEW children. This disturbs Aziraphale, he does not want the CURRENT children to die, he understands the familial love that the archangels do not. He goes to stop Crowley not with power since he has the permit but to reason with him. Aziraphale says things to the effect "I KNOW you don't want to harm them I KNOW you and you don't want to kill children" and Crowley is defiant, but then…. It is revealed that he never killed any of the goats either, he transformed them into pigeons to hide them. And he is hiding the children away in the basement but destroying the house to make it look like they died. He transforms the three kids into lizards to hide them, then when the Archangels descend to give Job his rewards and tell him his wife will bear 7 new children, Job and his wife are in despair because they love their children. Crowley comes in pretending to be a human doctor and he and Aziraphale LIE to the angels faces about how babies are made and trick the angels into thinking Jobs three original children are NEWLY BORN children. Which fools Gabriel, who has only ever seen God make Eve fully grown from Adam's ribs. Crowley then meets Aziraphale at the rock. Aziraphale is crying and says "im ready for you to take me to hell" because he has LIED to angels and foiled God's plans. Crowley is gentle and comforts him that he is still an angel and "I won't tell anyone if you won't" and they reminisce that it's lonely being a different kind of demon and a different kind of angel that sort of do what they feel is right. Heavily implying that they are the same and have each other now. The end of episode 2.

that's what's going around for now, but ill add stuff if we find anything new - also feel free to add to this yourself or send me stuff!

#good omens #good omens spoilers #its not much but its honest work #TY TENNANT IS MAKING ME LAUGH SO MUCHHHHH

[aziraphales-library]

I'm seeing so many season 2 "fix it" fics or things along that line which is great; but I feel like I'm missing fics on 2 very important things from the season:

1. Crowley reacting to Nina asking Aziraphale about the "naked man in your bookshop" in ep 1

2. Crowley reading/watching Jane Austen things after discovering that she was more than a criminal mastermind.

If you or your followers know of any fics along these lines, I would be eternally grateful! Thank you.

I've found a couple of Crowley reacting to "naked man friend", one featuring Crowley reading Jane Austen, and a couple that include Jane Austen herself...

Take a Big Cup; Put Six Shots of Jealousy in It, Nothing Else by Violencerarelyknocks (T)

Season 2: 6 shots of espresso scene I thought they moved way too quickly past "How's your naked man friend?", so I adjusted it a little. Jealous!Crowley

What Does It Matter by Multifandom_queer (T)

An alternative to how the "naked man" scene could have ended. Funny misunderstandings reveal many feelings. Teen rating for talks of sex but no actual sex

Pride & Prejudice and Pain by SharpCroft (G)

Struggling to move on, Crowley turns his anger on an unlikely source - The Complete Works of Jane Austen.

Of letters and diamonds by yellow_owl (G)

Aziraphale and Crowley find out how Jane Austen pulled off the 1810 Clerkenwell diamond robbery.

Such Means as Are Within My Reach by HC_Weatherfield (NR)

On her death, Jane Austen left Aziraphale a parting gift: a volume of her personal diary, encrypted in a code entirely of her own invention. When, quite by chance, Aziraphale discovers the key to the cipher, she is able to relive her past with this marvelous lady. The experience is quite different for Crowley, on every count.

well-versed in etiquette, extraordinarily nice by laiqualaurelote (G)

Once she had said to him, hoping to probe: “It is a truth universally acknowledged that a single man in possession of a good fortune must be in want of a wife.” To which Mr Crowley had only responded: “What do you know of the universe, Miss Austen?” In which Jane Austen, criminal mastermind and aspiring novelist, pulls off the 1810 Clerkenwell Diamond Robbery, with the help of a certain demon.

- Mod D

#good omens #good omens s2 #ineffable husbands #jealous crowley #jane austen #mod d

[avocado-writing]

Hello! Today is my birthday (well, in one hour it will be) and I was wondering if you could write a story with Crowley and Aziraphale with reader perhaps set in the tltdatsib series/world where it’s like the past sometime (whenever you’d like) and maybe Aziraphale (or Crowley) gets jealous that reader is paying more attention to the other and angst to fluff perhaps with makeup sex? Thank you! New to the fandom and love your work!

notes: I’m certain it was your birthday like two months ago by this point but uhhhhh enjoy!

pairing: aziraphale x reader x crowley (tltdatsib-verse)

rating: E

Crowley is jealous. 

He thinks he’s doing a pretty good job at conveying it: huffing, sitting down heavily, crossing his arms (though definitely not pouting) but you and Aziraphale haven’t picked up on it. 

For the amount of time you’ve been together, sometimes it does end up that two of you will spend more time together than all three. He’s had countless times when he’s headed off with Aziraphale around the world for work reasons, and he can firmly remember some stints in the seventies when the two of you hit the road to follow your favourite bands on tour. 

Still, though. He doesn’t like it when it happens to him. 

You and Aziraphale have been going to night time classes. He’s not quite sure what classes, neither of you have let that slip, but what it has meant is that you and the angel have been around each other incessantly. Together. He feels a bit elbowed out of it all, like the two of you have some little secret to giggle over. 

Crowley swirls his wine in his glass and mopes a bit before swallowing it down, harrumphing quietly to himself as he hears the two of you open the door to the shop and walk in laughing. Probably at some private joke that he won’t be privy to. 

“And I was just— oh, hello, Crowley. Why are you sitting in the dark, my love?”

He looks over to you and notices for the first time that he’s not bothered to put the lights on. He flinches as Aziraphale hits the light switch and the bookshop is bathed in a warm glow. The two of you carry on as if nothing is amiss; Aziraphale puts the kettle on, you hang up the coats. 

“Have you just been there since we left?” you asked, concern creeping into your voice. Crowley takes another quaff. 

“Maybe. Not sure why you’d care.”

He sniffs loudly and out of the corner of his eye he can see your confusion. 

“Love, what’s the matter?” you ask, crossing your arms, fully in no-nonsense mode. Aziraphale pokes his head out of the kitchen. 

“Is something happening?”

You gesture for him to follow you. The kettle sings and turns off, ignored, and the two of you plonk down on the sofa either side of Crowley. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask, gently but firmly, laying your hand on his knee. 

“Well, maybe you’d know if you weren’t constantly disappearing off to your evening classes without me…” he knows he sounds petulant but honestly he sort of doesn’t care. He enjoys being petulant sometimes. 

“Oh, Crowley,” you say softly, “we didn’t think you’d want to come, my darling.”

“I don’t want to come!” he snips, then deflates a little, putting down his wine, “But I would have done it if you asked.”

You and Aziraphale exchange a look. Ah. There it is. You’ve been around long enough to know that misunderstandings happen when communication doesnt. Either side of Crowley, you both take one of his hands. 

“Crowley, dear. We weren’t excluding you to be unkind. We just didn’t want you to come because… well…”

“Look. We’ve been going to swing dance classes. And we’re really bad at it,” you finish. Aziraphale shrugs and nods. Crowley furrows his brow. 

“What?”

“We’re so utterly pants. We can’t swing dance to save our lives and we’ve been going for weeks now.”

“We’re getting better!” Aziraphale says, “We don’t stand on each other’s feet half as much any more. But truth be told we are the worst in the class by a large margin - and we don’t want you to watch us dance until we’re worth watching.”

“It’s pretty humiliating. We were hoping one day we’d be able to show you properly. We wanted you to be impressed.”

Oh god. Crowley feels awful. The two of you weren’t trying to exclude him, you just wanted to be good enough to show off. He groans and buries his face in his hands. 

“I’m an idiot,” he sighs. 

“Well…”

He shoots you a withering look, but ends up smiling. 

“My dear, you have to tell us if something is bothering you. Neither of us would want that,” Aziraphale says. 

“If you’re feeling neglected you just need to say, and I’m sure we can make it up to you…”

This is all the incentive Crowley needs to allow the two of you to begin to touch him. 

You kiss him first, long and slow, before freeing his lips for Aziraphale. Crowley loves the slick slide of his husband’s tongue along his, the way the angel’s warm hand skims the plateau of skin revealed as his shirt is lifted up. You work your way down Crowley’s body and end up on your knees between his legs, your hands making light work of his jeans. 

“Ahh, there we are,” you sigh, finding him half-hard and stroking him to his full length. You take a moment to inhale the musky scent of him before you touch your tongue to the tip of his cock, and he bucks as if you’ve run a thousand volts through him. 

“Shit—!”

“Language,” Aziraphale mutters against his lips. The demon’s shirt is hitched higher, Aziraphale begins to run his thumb in a circle around the peak of his nipple. 

“Such a lovely boy,” you hum as you press kisses down the length of his shaft. Crowley doesn’t identify as male necessarily, but he does enjoy hearing you call him a ‘lovely boy’. It makes him feel small and safe, adored. 

He relaxes into the couch and lets you both take care of him. By the end of the evening, and several orgasms later, he can tell you’re both very sorry for making him feel ignored. But if this is the way you make it up to him, maybe he doesn’t mind too much…

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#aziraphale x reader x crowley #crowley x reader x aziraphale #good omens x reader #ineffable husbands x reader #Request #fic: the light the dark and the spaces inbetween

[mimisempai]

Mine

Summary

When the florist attends his first Whickber Street shopkeepers' meeting, he discovers that the bookseller can be a bit possessive. Not that he minds.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #15: A fierce kiss that ends with a bite on the lip, soothing it with a lick

On Ao3

Rating T -  980 words

Aziraphale listened politely to Mr. Brown's self-congratulatory monologue, wishing only to join Crowley at the other end of the room. He forced himself to maintain a dignified demeanor, but couldn't help but cast murderous glances in the direction of the man who was chatting with Crowley in a manner he found far too friendly.

Until he couldn't contain himself any longer. 

He politely apologized to his interlocutor, pretending to need to speak to someone else, before moving toward the two men.

Crowley obviously saw him approach and couldn't keep a small smile from forming on his lips in Aziraphale's direction. Apparently, his interlocutor took this as an attempt at rapprochement, for he moved even closer to Crowley, placing a hand on his forearm.

Aziraphale joined them in three steps and, ignoring the other man, said to Crowley in his most charming tone, "Sorry to keep you waiting, my dear."

The other man exclaimed excitedly, "Ah, you're just in time, Mr. Fell, I was about to..."

"Remove your hand from my partner's arm at once, I presume," the bookseller continued with a calm demeanor and a fake friendly smile on his lips.

The man, looking puzzled, exclaimed, "What?

Aziraphale, still with the same smile on his lips, repeated between clenched teeth, "Remove your hand from my partner immediately."

The other 'man finally understood and quickly removed his hand before stammering, "Uh... I'm sorry.... I'm going... Have a nice evening."

Aziraphale followed him with a murderous stare for a few moments until the man was out of sight, when a slight chuckle caused him to turn to Crowley, who shook his head.

The bookseller raised an eyebrow, "What?"

The florist replied, still smiling, "Oh nothing, he's the new owner of the newsagent's and you really scared the poor man when all he wanted to do was talk to you. So much so that I'm the one who could have been jealous."

Aziraphale grumbled with a frown, "That's not what I saw."

Crowley put his hand on his arm and whispered so only Aziraphale could hear, "I don't blame you. Besides, you're really hot when you get possessive like that. "

Aziraphale put an arm around Crowley's waist to pull him closer and kissed his cheek gently before whispering in his ear, "Of course I get possessive when I see someone trying to take what's mine."

Crowley chuckled softly before he brought his lips close to Aziraphale's ear and replied, "For someone to steal me from you, I'd have to let them. Which isn't going to happen. "

Aziraphale didn't know if it was the whisper in his ear, Crowley's words, or both that made him shudder the most, but he decided that the shopkeepers' meeting was over for tonight.

He replied to Crowley, "Let's get our coats and go."

Crowley countered, "But this is my first shopkeepers' meeting, do you think I..."

Aziraphale shook his head, "Crowley, everyone is full of praise for you and your flower shop, so unless you want me to do something indecent in the middle of this room - which would be far more damaging to your reputation - we'll go now."

Crowley laughed lightly and took Aziraphale's hand as they made their way to the coat rack under the envious gaze of the man who had just spoken to Crowley. He realized then that he'd never had a chance with either of them. As he watched the florist help the bookseller into his coat with gestures that conveyed deep intimacy, he sighed in disappointment and went to get another drink.

Moments later, Aziraphale and Crowley walked through the bookshop door together, and no sooner had it closed than the bookseller pulled the florist toward him, pressing him against one of the columns in the center of the bookshop before capturing his lips in a fierce kiss that caught Crowley off guard.

But despite the surprise, the florist was quick to return the kiss with equal intensity as Aziraphale ran his fingers through the red hair, unraveling the bun as he pulled the florist's face even closer to deepen the kiss.

Later, when they parted slightly to catch their breath, Crowley, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, managed to say between gasps, "Hmm, I think I'll make you jealous more often if it means being kissed like this."

He didn't have time to finish before the bookseller had crushed his lips to his again for another passionate kiss. The kiss lasted until Aziraphale finally broke it, moving to pull away. But the florist would have none of it, and playfully took the bookseller's lower lip between his teeth, biting it before releasing it slowly, soothing the bite with a soft flick of his tongue.

Then they remained entwined in the middle of the bookshop for many minutes, forehead to forehead, panting until they caught their breath.

Then Crowley lifted his hand and gently stroked his thumb across Aziraphale's lips where he'd bitten and said softly, "You know you have no reason to be jealous. I'm yours, body and soul, and the one who could separate us is not yet born."

Aziraphale kissed Crowley's thumb on his lips before he replied softly, "I don't know what came over me, but seeing him put his hand on you like that. I'm... I'm sorry..."

Crowley shook his head, "Don't be. I'll be honest, I don't think I would have acted any differently if the situation were reversed."

Aziraphale replied, "Then just in case, know that I am too. Yours. Body and soul."

Crowley smiled, then slid his hand from the bookseller's cheek to the nape of his neck before leaning in to press his lips to Aziraphale's in a kiss that was devoid of the fierceness of the previous ones, but whose passion was the same, and in which each told the other, better than with words, that they belonged to each other.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable kisses series : here

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

The florist and the booksellers series : here

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #50 kisses #human au #alternate universe #flower shop

[fruity-cryptid]

Okay so, I forced my boyfriend to watch good omens with me and he decided to write some small headcanons and he was okay with me sharing some soooo yea, I also put some of my own hcs warning season 2 spoilers

Crowley:

Genderfluid / Gay / Any pronouns

Used to smoke a lot to cope but Aziraphale helped him quit, though he started to smoke again after the kiss, he also drinks a lot more to try and cope

Normally doesn't cry but after the events with Aziraphale in season 2 he cries more often and easily

Doberman type of partner

Not a huge fan of Taylor Swift but really likes the reputation album + anti-hero

Wears cropped shirts sometimes

Has bad separation anxiety

Didn't talk about his emotions much until after he met Aziraphale + he mainly talks to Aziraphale about his emotions

Repeatedly listens to The World We Knew by Frank Sinatra and cries

Would often go to spots he and Aziraphale would hang around and just think

Had a slight punk phase in the 90s

Nail biter, especially when anxious

Rants to Nina often about what happened

Wears eyeliner ( my hc)

Hated himself for kissing Aziraphale like how he did since he always wanted their kiss to be perfect but now he ruined it ( my hc)

Secretly loved Aziraphales magician costume (my hc)

The Bentley sometimes gets small yellow bits and he just leaves it (my hc)

Is very jealous of Beelzebub and Gabriel but tries to hide it (my hc)

Sees Muriel as their own child and teaches them about earth (my hc)

Aziraphale:

Agender / Gay / He/They

Huge fan of Taylor Swift, Queen, and The Cardigans

Loves baked goods and is a huge fan of baking shows

Orange cat type of partner

Loves the nickname 'Angel'

He truly loved Crowley back but doesn't' want to admit it due to deep religious trauma

Is a huge people pleaser and was bullied often in heaven

Terrible at making decisions

Eats ice cream when sad

Really regrets leaving Crowley and wants to go back

Most of his decisions made are heavily based on what he thinks Crowley would have wanted hoping somehow Crowley would find out

Very oblivious

Whenever he'd go back to earth and saw black, grey, or red things he would immediately tear up and stare at said object

Hates working in heaven since its too empty ( my hc)

Sometimes gets angels to check in on Crowley (my hc)

His personality becomes much duller in heaven ( my hc)

Hates himself for the fact he didn't kiss Crowley back (my hc)

Beelzebub:

Nonbinary / Pansexual / They/Them, Zi/Zer

Black cat type of partner

Has body dysmorphia

Dresses gender neutral, masc, and fem

Fell for Gabriel almost immediately

Listens to Everyday by Buddy Holly all the time and never gets sick of it

Loves their flies like they were their children

Can't spell for shit

Loves causing drama

Still keeps in touch with Crowley who introduced them to Muriel who quickly grew on them ( Gabriel and Beelzebub become like uncle figures to Muriel since they Crowley is like a parent to them )

Hates hugs except from Gabriel and Muriel ( sometimes )

Eventually tried food and grew a liking towards it, very frequently watched cooking shows ( my hc )

Loves nicknames and comes up with new ones for Gabriel constantly; my sweet, dear, angel, etc (my hc)

Them and Gabriel have a garden together filled with plants that attract flies and just flowers Gabriel finds pretty ( my hc )

Has anger issues ( my hc)

Gabriel:

Trans (FTM) / Gay / He/Him

Loves plushies and owns tons

Also has anger issues but Beelzebub helps him with it

Loves hot coca

Can't be trusted in a kitchen whatsoever so Beelzebub does most of the cooking

Loves cuddling and often clings to Beelzebub

Loves knitted sweaters

He and Beelzebub moved into an apartment on earth

Loves Marvel

His memory is still sometimes slightly foggy and he has trouble remembering things (my hc)

He found out he loves sleeping and takes naps often ( my hc)

Takes Beelzebub on dates often to pubs and cafes ( my hc)

Huge fan of romantics ( my hc)

Goes hot coca tasting with Muriel and Beelzebub sometimes (my hc)

Muriel:

Non Binary / Bisexual / They/Them

Really enjoys Beebadoobee, Mac Demarco, and The Neighborhood

Knits and crochets

Has trauma and is also a people pleaser

Would be shocked if people found them cool

Certain things on earth interest them that most people don't care for

Loves sweet things such as chocolate chip cookies, hot coca, and tea with absurd amounts of honey and sugar

Loves hugs

Was glad to befriend Beelzebub and sees them and like an cool uncle type figure

Becomes close with Nina and Maggie over time and often visits the coffee shop to help out ( my hc )

Somehow meets Eric the disposable demon and forms a quick friendship over how they both feel out of place ( my hc )

Adores the rain ( my hc)

Stargazes with Crowley who tells them about the different constellations (my hc)

Loves ducks like Crowley and goes with him to the park to feed ducks (my hc)

Likes painting Crowley's nails, they painted them yellow one time and it made Crowley cry bc it reminded him of when Aziraphale turned the Bentley yellow (my hc )

Loves learning about different emotions and especially loves the concept of love (my hc)

Eric The Disposable Demon (mainly my headcanons):

Demi-Boy/ Bisexual / They/He

Loves avocado toast

Loves smokey eye makeup looks

Is terrified of Crowley but also looks up to him (my hc)

Finds Muriel very pretty but doesn't feel worthy of being near them sometimes since they're so angelic and hes a demon (my hc)

They like to buy Muriel sweets anytime he visits them (my hc)

Very traumatised and is used to throwing himself towards danger (my hc)

Bonds with Muriel at the same park that Crowley and Aziraphale goes to (my hc)

Asks Crowley for advice sometimes on how to get closer to Muriel (my hc)

Nina:

Female / Lesbian / She/Her

Loves doing latte art

Makes tiktoks sometimes of herself making drinks or doing latte art, mostly to promote the cafe but also for her own enjoyment

Loves 70's and 80's music

Loves ABBA

Her ex partner made her worry over unimportant things constantly

Was sad but relieved when her ex partner broke up with her

Listens to music while cleaning

Black cat type of partner

Watched Stranger Things

Loves halloween and fall

Loves horror movies ( my hc)

Eventually warmed up to Muriel and gives them free food and drinks sometimes since they help around the cafe ( my hc)

Feeds stray cats that live near the cafe (my hc)

Maggie:

Female / Lesbian / She/Her

Loves flowers

Summer is her favourite season

Likes pop music

Golden retriever type partner

Loves sitcoms

Has crocheted stuffies

Has tons of records and plants at home

Goes to the cafe all the time to see Nina

Has a great skin care routine

Loves cats

She taught Crowley about eyeliner and helped him learn to apply it ( my hc)

She loves Muriel and teaches them about different musicians ( my hc)

Really likes Taylor Swift (my hc)

#good omens #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 spoiler #good omens headcanons #good omens spoilers #ineffable bureaucracy #beelzebub #arch angel gabriel #gos2 spoilers #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #muriel #eric the disposable demon #ineffable idiots #maggie #nina #good omens nina #the bentley #good omens2 #muriel x eric #tw swearing #tw alchohol mention #tw smoking #j + finnys headcanons

[goodomensafterdark]

And now, nightingales.

This is in response to @gleafer in the Hot Lucifer Angst storyline. By subreddit user startledplatypus.

Oh lort here we go again. Very "flashing eyes and floating hair," u/gleafer you dirty rotten scoundrel, I loves you with my tiny black heart. How do you get so much into so few lines??? I'm sOo jEaLouS ;D

Lucy is perfectly awful and yet still awfully perfect. Well done. Villains always think they're the heroes. He thinks he's showing love to Azi by making him suffer. That it's Lucy's job to do that. Small wonder Lucy sees Crowley as a lover but not really a partner. No one is good enough for Lucy.

If anyone wants to see how Milton handles all this, check out Paradise Lost. Get a copy with a ton of footnotes. Prepare for brain overload. It's totally worth it. Then come babble with me about it. ;)

::picks pieces of self off floor, stitches them together, ponders; recalls the phrase "a murder of crows"; thinks too long about Lucifer being schooled by by Hitchcock's The Birds, and opens a blank post::

--- much later ---

"... so that's how we were made, Mama?"

"Yes, dear. Long ago." Through the window, they could see Aziraphale was still pressing his hand to his lips.

"So why didn't we sing just now, Mama? We've always sung for him before."

"Yes, dear, we have. But now isn't the right time."

The quite young nightingale considered the still quite young angel. "When will it be time, Mama?"

The mother bird cupped her youngling with one wing. "We'll know. We all will."

"How?"

"There is a reason we are called a watch."

***

"JUMPED?? ... and you did what, WATCHED?"

"For days."

"Wotcher mean, days?"

"Five days, four hours, and twenty-eight minutes. That's how long you fell."

"..."

"... I thought... I thought that... maybe if I could make you forget... it would somehow make up for not being able to stop you. For not being able to stop him. For all the times he made you forget, whenever you questioned him."

"How many...."

"Don't make me say it. Please. It's why I made you forget."

"HOW MANY?!"

"TOO MANY!! JUST ONCE WAS TOO MANY!!"

"AND HOW IS THAT DIFFERENT FROM WHAT YOU DID?!"

"... It's not."

#good omens after dark #angst war #goad #good omens fanfiction

[ddagent]

Next Fic

So, my previous fic poll ended in a draw, so let's have another go! A few different options, this time, with some supporting evidence for each to help you make your decision!

May I present the poll:

And the supporting evidence!

Option 1:

"Uh, boss, your friend is here."

Detective Anthony Crowley looked up from his notebook and turned his golden gaze back to the crime scene tape a few feet away. Behind the white and blue tape, highlighted by the flashing lights of the police cars, was Reverend Aziraphale Fell. Clerical collar, sunny disposition, and two takeaway cups in his hand. One of those was six espresso; one was hot cocoa. Ridiculous man. Snarling, Crowley shoved his notebook into the back pocket of his trousers and stomped through sand to shoo Aziraphale back to his church.

"You can't be here."

"But—" Aziraphale began, a pout forming on those perfect lips. "—I can help. I was ever so good before—"

"—we were nine, Aziraphale. We're not making up mysteries and legging it in and out of caravans and arcades anymore." Which was a pity. The mysteries Aziraphale always dreamt up for them as children were less brutal than the one that currently laid before him. Huffing out a sigh, Crowley took the proffered coffee and gestured for a uniformed officer, Constable Honey, to escort the vicar out. "I'm sorry, Aziraphale. I'll see you on Sunday, yeah?"

"We'll see each other before then, no doubt." Sure, sure. "When you realise you do need my help."

Option 2:

Swiveling his hips, Crowley slid through the open bathroom window of AZ Fell and Co. Even though the bookshop had been broken into three times now, the proprietor, one Aziraphale Fell, still had no sense of security. No locks on the window, no alarms, no cute dogs that Crowley would have to pet and stroke in order to disarm. No, Crowley was free to move around the shop as he pleased. Maybe it was because Crowley had never actually stolen anything that Aziraphale felt safe.

Bah. Crowley didn't want him to feel safe. He wanted him to feel scared. Crowley could do anything here. Anything.

Slipping into the living room, Crowley noted that Aziraphale had fallen asleep on the sofa again. A threadbare blanket was pooled at his feet; a copy of some eighteenth century novel had fallen to the floor. Moving deftly, Crowley adjusted the blanket, placed the book upon the table, and tipped out Aziraphale's hot chocolate. There. Mental insecurity. Aziraphale would know that someone had been in there. Someone who could do anything.

As it was, Crowley committed the most heinous act of all: he left a rare book upon Aziraphale's coffee table, a product of his earlier activities. Gabriel Archer, that twat, wouldn't miss it. And it would certainly give the bookshop's profits a major boost.

Option 3:

"Excuse me, I was wondering whether you had a VHS copy of The Eastern Gate?"

From behind the counter, Crowley didn't even bother turning around to address his customer, so ridiculous was his request. Yes, Crowley had a copy of The Eastern Gate: it was one of Aziraphale Fell's early works, a black and white film focusing on an angel overseeing Eden. It had been very well-received at the time but public interest quickly waned. For years it spent time on BBC 2 on Sunday afternoons - that was where Crowley's copy came from, recorded with great care and attention onto VHS.

He had one copy. And it was not for sale.

The customer cleared his throat. "Dear boy, I do wonder if you could—"

"—in a minute. This is the best part." The Bastille had come out in the 90s, part of the interest in musketeers and the French revolution. Aziraphale looked delectable in the heavy iron chains and all those pretty frills. Just gorgeous. But, with great reluctance, Crowley pressed pause and turned to 'attend' to the customer who wanted the impossible, even in Crowley's memorabilia shop. "Listen—"

But Crowley didn't say another word. Because his customer wasn't just interested in Aziraphale Fell. He was Aziraphale Fell.

Option 4:

"Crowley, can I ask you a question about Twitter?"

Crowley immediately zoned back into the room. He had been fixated on the slight tinge of silver and white at the temples of Aziraphale's blond hair; the curve of his mouth as he indulged in dessert at The Ritz. For some time, Aziraphale had been discussing his latest project: a gripping drama for ITV featuring a gay romance between two childhood friends. It was the sort of project that Aziraphale did often - but this time he had been paired opposite BAFTA winning actor Raphael Archer.

Not that Crowley was jealous or anything. He hadn't campaigned for the role. Hadn't sent an audition tape and told he wouldn't be believable starring opposite Aziraphale in a romantic role. As if he hadn't spent thirty years yearning for this man. Oh, they had played detectives together, odd-couple roles, best friends. But never romantic leads.

And the first time a project came up that was perfect, Crowley lost to Raphael Archer. That Scottish twat. Breathe, Crowley. "What about Twitter, Angel?"

"I don't use it." No kidding. "But Raph does." Oh, Raph is it? "And a lot of his followers have started using a hashtag. Something #raphaphale?"

Crowley's glass immediately shattered. Thirty years as Aziraphale's shadow and this Scottish wanker gets a ship tag?

Option 5:

He was here again. Sitting in the front row with his delicately pressed tan trousers, neat little waistcoat with the gold buttons, and the delicate puff of blond curls. In his lap (which Crowley noted, not for the first time, was rather spacious) was his paddle, with the number 666 printed in red lettering. Since the man had started attending the auctions at Eden's Auction House, Crowley'd had fantasies about that paddle.

How the hell was he going to make it through today's auction?

Still, Crowley was a professional (allegedly). So, he took to the podium, gavel in hand, and addressed the crowd. "Lot number one is a collection of Austen, incredibly preserved from the period, featuring four books - including Pride and Prejudice and Persuasion." He swallowed a number of sarcastic remarks, bit back his need to share the crackpot biography he'd read about diamond heists and whisky smuggling. Not the crowd. Never the crowd. "Shall we start the bidding at fifteen hundred?"

The man was the first to take the bid. As it was accepted, he wiggled happily in his chair. Oh, Crowley was gone.

#aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens #fic poll #in my head raphael is played by alan cumming

[bloodashre]

*Of course * Crowley couldn’t bring himself to say the actual words “I love you” to Aziraphale. He had only just realised he was in love with him. Had the feelings been there for - well, who knows how long? Certainly not him. Centuries? Longer? Likely. And there were times they'd come close, certainly.

But *knowing* it was love, being told he was in love, that what he and Aziraphale had done to Nina and Maggie was all a way to smoke and mirrors their own feelings - that was entirely different. They weren't humans. He was a demon, ffs! He wasn't supposed to love - well, anything. He wasn't even supposed to have a heart - not in the human sense. But it was there, just the same.

He had felt - *something* - when he found out God was going to make a flood and kill children. He knew anger. And when Aziraphale would get close to him - or danger - or someone tried to hurt him or insulted him. But the two of them making him aware - well he never knew anger was a secondary emotion. It *wasn't* for demons - they lived on the stuff, among other things. And he had no need for psychology. Demons and angels didn't work the same way as humans.

Yet somehow, he had become more like them. Whether that was because he'd been around them so long, or because he wasn't like other demons in that he could imagine things. Whether he'd always been this way, even before he was a demon, but just didn't know it, or because of Aziraphale himself and spending so much time with him... He honestly didn't know.

What he did know is that when Maggie said he never said what he was really thinking, it him hard, like a human falling out of a window in a tall building. That when he saw Beezlebub and Gabriel he had felt jealous, because despite all his misgivings, all his fears - because he was afraid, of this, and of being rejected, of losing him - the one thing he wanted most in his secret of secrets, was to do the same with Aziraphale.

He'd wanted to for longer than he cared to admit. He'd tried before, to get the two of them to leave together, but he'd pretended it was for simpler reasons. But even knowing how he felt was easier than saying it out loud, especially to him. Not just because of how big it was, but because he was a demon. In love.

Not to mention the fact that Aziraphale interrupted him while he had had the courage. After his revelation, he tried to put it back, but faltered when he tried to tell him he wanted to spend his life with him. He tried to tell him without saying the words - he'd never said those words.

Before the other two, no demon or angel *had* ever said those things to someone and meant them in that way, especially to each other. And maybe if he hadn't been interrupted, he might have, he really wasn't sure. There was no way to know now, though. So he'd said it the best way he could, and he'd hoped Aziraphale would understand and say it to him. He was, as they said, the one who believed in magic. He'd seemed so happy for Gabriel and Beezlebub. Surely, he would be able to say it. But he underestimated the influence Heaven still had over him. He still believed in it. And it had ruined everything.

So he put his glasses on so that Aziraphale couldn't see his heartache. But he still couldn't say it. So he did the only thing left to do in a last ditch effort out of sheer desperation. He kissed him, hoping it would convey his feelings without using words.

And he felt him kiss him back. He felt his hands on his back, making him shiver because nobody had ever touched him that way before. He poured every feeling he'd suppressed for centuries into that kiss.

And then he felt him pull away and he let go.

For a moment, he thought it might have worked. He - *his* Angel - stuttered and, just for a second, Crowley thought he would say that he loved him. *Please, please, please*, his heart had begged in that moment.

Instead, he said "I forgive you.", and Crowley felt his heart shatter into a million pieces, worse than anything he'd felt before admitting to himself that he loved him. Clearly, he thought it was just a manipulation, just the demon trying to tempt him again. So he made a snarky comment and left. There was nothing else he could do.

Aziraphale would never see. He- and Heaven - had done too good a job of convincing him he wasn't good or kind. Even if Maggie and Nina were right and Aziraphale loved him too, he would never see him as anything other than a demon. He would've only loved him in spite of that fact, instead of seeing beyond it. Maybe he could a little, because he'd called Crowley kind many times, despite Crowley telling him he was wrong, but not enough.

And then he stood there, watching the person he loved walking away, forever, hoping that somehow he was wrong. That it wasn't too late, there was still time - any moment, his Angel was going to put the pieces together and realise he was being honest, that he loved him and they.... *Belonged together.*

But he didn't.

So he got in his car and started driving. He didn't know where or have a plan, but he knew he needed to go.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #pov #after the end #fanfic #perspective #meta #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #ineffable fandom #go season 2 #angel and demon

[returnsandreturns]

i am a firm believer of aziraphale sleeping with famous writers throughout the ages

“Tell me just one more,” Crowley says, laying with his head in Aziraphale’s lap and his legs hooked over the arm of the sofa. “A juicy one and I won’t imply you’re a filthy tramp ever again.” 

“You’ll say it outright?” Aziraphale murmurs, amused, not looking up from a book that looks incredibly dry to Crowley. Certainly not more interesting than he is.  

“I’ll be a veritable angel,” he says, knocking the book gently out of Aziraphale’s hand, making sure it floats down to the carpet with the bookmark moved to the correct place. 

“I’m sure,” Aziraphale says, dryly but with a look so fond that Crowley aches a little, smiling stupidly up at him. “Just one and you’ll accept that they’re no more relevant than all the glasses of wine you’ve drunk?”

“It’s all human indulgences,” Crowley says, dutifully. 

Aziraphale tilts his head to the ceiling for a moment, like he’s thinking carefully, and as much as Crowley wants to see the rolodex in that head full of brief entanglements with fascinating men, it’s probably better that he not be jealous of the long dead humans that Aziraphale has happened to spend nights with. 

Suddenly, a thin folder flies out from a shelf and Aziraphale drops it lightly onto Crowley’s stomach. 

“Visual aid,” Crowley murmurs, opening it to find a single piece of torn paper behind plastic, smeared ink and messy handwriting. He mumbles the words aloud then shuts the folder suddenly and says, “Walt Whitman?” 

“I happened to be in America. . .” Aziraphale starts.

“Why would you ever!” Crowley says, sitting up suddenly. “Be in America!” 

“. . .well, to meet Walt Whitman,” Aziraphale says, pulling a face, “but I had received some manuscript pages for Leaves of Grass that I needed to authenticate. And it turns out they were false but he very generously shared some of his own pages with me and then. . .offered me a drink."

"Angel, love, it's hard to not call you a tramp when you're letting yourself be seduced with manuscript pages," Crowley says, laughing when Aziraphale huffs and leaning in to kiss him softly. "What did you do with him?"

"It doesn't matter, dearest," Aziraphale says, voice slipping low and serious. "He was a glass of wine. And you're my. . .whole world."

". . .talk like that, I'm starting to think Whitman was the one who got seduced," Crowley says, resting their foreheads together, head feeling swimmy with all of it.

". . .not impossible," Aziraphale says, quickly, distracting Crowley very efficiently by pulling him into his lap.

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #my fic #it's real it happened don't fight it

[queenofthearchipelago]

Thinking about Crowley telling Aziraphale that, "You sound jealous, angel." When Aziraphale told him that, being a demon, Crowley could do whatever he wanted.

Because we know that isn't true. Crowley absolutely cannot do what he wants to do. If Crowley were left to his own devices, he would ask questions and do what's right. But in a Companion to Owls, Crowley doesn't have a side where he can do both. So he does it in secret.

And we know that already as an audience, about how trapped Crowley still is. But I think what we didn't know, that this line speaks to, is that Crowley could very well be jealous of Aziraphale too.

Aziraphale who still gets to do good. Aziraphale who can do the right thing over and over again and as long as he can twist it into being nice, he'll be okay. For Crowley, though? So often doing the right thing looks nice even if that wasn't what he was going for. And we see in the body snatcher minisode how Crowley got punished for that lack of distinction.

But I'm not talking about the body snatchers minisode, I'm talking about a Companion to Owls, where Crowley sounds incredibly intrigued and amused at an angel who would appear to be jealous of a demon. This line jumped out at me for many reasons, the main one being that this is the first time chronologically that Crowley calls him angel.

We know that when Crowley calls Aziraphale angel, that he's not just calling him by his species, he's calling him that fondly. Crowley must be thinking, I have this permit to do some wicked things and here's this angel who's begging me to do the right thing, something I was planning on doing anyway, and he sounds jealous that he can't do it himself because that would break with my permit.

And like Crowley sees himself in humans, this is the first time he truly sees himself in Aziraphale. Because I think there's a layer to this entire minisode that is Crowley mourning what he lost when he fell from Heaven. Like, yes, Crowley doesn't want to be an angel anymore. We know he feels that way in present day, and it's very possible that he felt that in Job's time as well. BUT we also know that Crowley will continue to struggle for thousands of years with doing the right thing despite how he isn't allowed to. Angels ARE allowed to, more often than not.

And this is a situation where neither Crowley nor Aziraphale can do the right thing and get away with it if they're caught.

And I think that's why, in the end, Crowley decides not to take the angel to Hell for his lies. Not just because technically Aziraphale knows that Crowley did something good and could get him in trouble for it in turn. Not just because Crowley doesn't think Aziraphale deserves to fall. But also because Aziraphale can still do GOOD. He can do right things that Crowley isn't allowed to. (Crowley being better at identifying the right thing, and doing it without question and hesitation, like in the body snatchers minisode is a completely separate analysis, though)

Crowley sees in Aziraphale how pure of heart he is. Sees how desperate he is to do good. And though Crowley doesn't know it yet, he loves him for it. And he won't take that away.

Crowley isn't an angel anymore and doesn't want to be, but Aziraphale will grow to be a part of him. The angel in Crowley is Aziraphale. They're two halves of the Right Thing and they protect each other to preserve that.

And that's who we leave looking out over the water at the end of that episode. A demon who will do the right thing even when it's nice and an angel who will do the right thing even when it's wicked.

Just a little bit of a good person and just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing. An Owl and his companion. A white knight and a black knight. A magician and his assistant. A bookseller and his company. An angel and a demon, through the millenia, for the right thing.

#good omens #good omens meta #crowley #crowley analysis #aziraphale #aziraphale analysis #thoughtsfromthequeen

[aziraphales-library]

Lost Fic #174

Not specific lost fics, but I’ve spent weeks looking for fics likes these and haven’t really managed to find any, so we’re throwing them out in the hope our followers know of some!…

1. hey there! I'm hoping for some jealous!crowley and oblivious!aziraphale set in present!season 2. I'm having limited luck myself bc I'm being very specific, so hoping someone in the community has written something that fits! any rating is good! - anon

2. Hi! I was wondering if you had any fics, where Crowley or aziraphale chirp/hiss etc? I love wingfics and have read all thru the tag :) but I’d love fore more bird-like shenanigans (preferably fluffy, if that’s possible or if you find any!!) - @livinglifebesticanlol

3. Are there any fics where the trials happen the same way except in the same room instead of in heaven and hell? the idea of them having to watch each other as each other maybe be executed…. - @cyanide-cirby

4. Hi there!!! This blog is one of my absolute favorite blogs on tumblr, do you lovely mods happen to have any fics where Aziraphale and/or Crowley fences? I love fencing in fics and I really wanted some Ineffable Husband Fencing <33 - anon

5. Hello hello hello! I’ve been seeing many think posts about how Aziraphale thought Crowley would be happier in heaven because (1) Crowley looked so happy in heaven, and (2) Crowley rarely lets Aziraphale see his quiet joy on Earth. I was wondering if there are any fics exploring this idea, that Aziraphale just wanted Crowley to be happy again in Heaven. - @epicac100

If you know any fics that fit the bill please include the number in your reply! Thank you :)

- Mod D

#good omens #lost fic #ineffable husbands #mod d

[meteor752]

Episode 6 and 7 thoughts

This will now be a regular thing

Also im writing this as I go

Episode 6

So Izzy thought Ed was Roach. Huh. Does he and Roach talk regularly? <- Coming from a Rizzy shipper

“Do weeeee?” Fang I love you

Oh my god, Frenchie and Jim coming to Ed and Stede like they’re kids asking if their cousins can sleep over

The crew going shoppiiiiiiiiing!!!

Frenchie’s lil dancey dance added many years to my life

Ed being nice and giving kids mon- oh never mind, oh that’s a knife okay. Ed never have kids please

“Don’t pirate kids” well listen okay I don’t have HBO Max it’s the only way I can watch this show

MY QUEEN

Wee John you’re so beautiful and amazing and we don’t deserve you

Jim’s lil mustache, like yeah me too <- Non-Binary person

Stede looks so happy about seeing Wee John!! He’s so proud of his son!

Izzy is gorgeous. I’m actually so happy to see him explore more sides of himself, and to find things he can indulge in. This whole season has really just been Izzy’s big therapy arc

His hair makes him look a bit like Cinderella’s evil stepmother though

Oh he can sing too! Izzy!!! <- A person who did not like Izzy in season one

Wee John X Izzy? Roach X Fang?

YO THE

POLYCULE DANCING?!

Ed protecting Stede….just, immediately putting him behind himself…I just…

I rewatched that clip five times

“Because I only hang out with cool pirates” Stede’s face!!! He’s just like Oh Snapppp

Despite it all, Stede and Ed are still the cutest couple that has ever graced the TV screen. Like hell yeah, make fun of people together!

Ed keeps being protective…..okay I need a moment…

Roach you’re a lunatic and I love you

“Whatever this is it’s just gonna turn me on” Izzy you’re a shining star

Also I just now noticed that Black Pete and Lucius aren’t there. I’m guessing they eloped somewhere and are currently taking care of their adopted cat

Nope okay, literally the second I unpaused there they are. That’s the worst timing

Hell yeah my dudes, I hope you broke whatever bed you used

“I’m just doing it for the lolz” Yeah that’s sounds like something someone from the 1700s would say

I know this is a pirate ship but why do they just have so many knives and swords laying about

Who is this fanged torture queen, and how do I acquire her number?

Stede remains best employer, while Aziraphale is the best landlord. Can these two people just run the world please and thank you

Hell Cat Maggie is my soulmate

I feel like there needs to be a pirate workers union

The crew of the revenge is the best found family of all time

Stede Bonnet can rival Steven Universe in reforming villains, like he’s just such a genuinely nice dude

“Alright gang! Let’s talk profit sharing”

Oh protective Stede, alright let’s go mate defend your mans

Okay but why is Stede kinda 👀 in this scene

Oh Stede, love…

OH THEY FAWHKING

That French? Izzy speaks french?

I want to see that man get dicked down

I guess the revenge now has a pet goat

Episode 7

Okay Ed is a soft boy again, aight

NO NOT THE LEATHER JACKET

The anime toast in mouth thing. He’s officially been baby girl for a long while, but we’re really solidifying it

OH THEY FUCKED

Isn’t there an anime where a mob boss becomes a house wife? Yeah that’s Ed

Oh we’re telling him about the mermaid fantasy, okay

Izzy what the fuck, you’re amazing

“He’s jealous” my darling

The polycule is going strong, and I love the absolute lack of jealousy. This is the best representation I have ever had

Oh they’re going on a date! That’s so sweet actually

It’s really sweet that they’re talking about their time apart

Stede’s famous now? Good for him!

I need to stop falling in love with every pirate lady In this show. That being said, I hope we see more of the fangirl lady

I’m reinforcing my claim that Stede and Ed are cuter than anything that has ever been on screen

OH MY GOD SWEDE

The Söt Och Saftig, my love. Also this far in and this is the first time the character “The Swede” actually says something in Swedish

Scammer Frenchie is back in business, love that

Jim and Archie trying to get their boyfriend set up is very sweet actually

The character development of Izzy going from wanting Ed to remain “Blackbeard” to him saying if being a softie makes him happy then he should do that, like I get it now, I know why you all love this man

OH MY FUCKING GOD STEDE

Can’t believe Stede is an official Slut now

Open communication? Like genuine conversation about their relationship, and the pace they’re taking it? Ed being honest that he’s not ready for the steps they’re taking in their relationship?

What is this argument

I live for Lucius and Black Pete’s nicknames for each other

“I’ve only known you for a few hours Bonnet, but I’d fucking die for ya” Same random dude. Same

Izzy🥹

Zheng and Olu are really cute actually

Oh my god the polycule will end my fucking life

DONT BRING ED INTO THIS ZHENG

“That was really mean” YOU TELL HER STEAK KNIFE

Protective Jim my beloved

Oh my god

Roach and Fang friendship?

Roach is the queen of self care

#ofmd 2 #ofmd spoilers #ofmd season 2 #ofmd s2 #ofmd #our flag means death #Stede Bonnet #Edward Teach #Blackbonnet #Stedward #Gentlebeard #Izzy Hands #Ofmd roach #Rizzy #Ofmd fang #jim jimenez #Ofmd Archie #oluwande boodhari #Ofmd Frenchie #lucius spriggs #Black Pete #Lupete #Oluwarchim #tealoranges #wee john feeney #Hell cat Maggie #zheng yi sao #ofmd the swede

[mimisempai]

You’re the only one

Summary

Crowley is bored.

But, when he tells the angel about his plan to relieve the boredom, he wasn't expecting such a passionate reaction...

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #7: French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them

On Ao3

Rating T -  452 words

When Aziraphale heard Crowley yawn for the second time in a short time, he put his book down on the arm of the couch and leaned over the demon, whose head rested in his lap. Then he asked him softly, "Are you tired, my dear? Shall we go to bed?"

The demon shook his head and replied, "No, I'm not tired."

Aziraphale insisted, "But the fact that you're yawning leads me to believe that..."

Crowley straightened and interrupted, "I'm not tired, I'm bored."

Seeing the demon now climb into his lap until he was sitting astride him, Aziraphale understood what he was getting at and playfully replied, "You are bored? What can we do about that?"

Crowley wrapped his arms around the angel's neck and replied in the same tone, bringing his face close to his, "I think I've got one or two little ideas."

Aziraphale placed his hands on the demon's hips and said in a facetious tone, "Do you think or are you sure?"

The demon brought his face even closer and whispered against the angel's lips, "It's up to you, Angel."

Instead of answering, Aziraphale chose to act, flicking his tongue across Crowley's lips, which immediately parted to let him in. The angel continued to lick his way into the demon's mouth, who couldn't hold back a moan as the teasing tongue moved over each tooth, slowly tracing them as if to map his mouth.

Then their tongues intertwined in a warm, endless dance that mesmerized them to the point where Crowley quickly forgot his boredom.

When they parted to catch their breath, the demon said cheekily, "I didn't know angels could kiss like that."

Aziraphale narrowed his eyes, tightened his grip on the demon's hips, and asked, "Have you kissed other angels?"

"What, Angel, are you jealous?"

Aziraphale nodded and replied curtly, "Yes, I am."

Crowley asked mischievously, "And what are you going to do about it?"

Aziraphale cupped the demon's face in his hands and replied, "Kiss you until you forget even the thought of kissing another angel besides me."

Crowley wanted to chuckle, but he didn't have time, for Aziraphale put his money where his mouth was and captured his lips in a passionate kiss, to which Crowley responded with equal fervor.

A little later, when the passion had subsided and they were curled up together, Crowley said quietly, "You know there's never been another angel, don't you?"

Aziraphale hummed and planted a kiss on the demon's hair.

Crowley added, "But I'm willing to pretend if it makes you kiss me like that."

He felt the angel's chest tremble with laughter and joined in.

What was certain was that their life together would never be boring.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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[lovelybrooke]

Hello, I'm absolutely loving your blog, I don't really have any ideas, just wondering if you could write more platonic yandere good omens? Like idk, seeing them outside with readers group of friends, perhaps reader misses the bus to get home from school and calls them? (I don't really know, this are just some half assed ideas) I don't think there are much stuff about it besides yours, so I'd be delighted to see more <3

I would love to write more Good Omens stuff. I've been watching a lot of compilations on Youtube about Aziraphale Crowley and they're just so cute.

I don't have that many ideas in mind, but I do love the idea of them both just being dorks and reader having to teach them about modern technology and the sorts. Or readers parent's coming to pick them up from work at the bookstore only for them to both be very jealous.

Unlike in my Hazbin Hotel concept, I imagine reader having really nice parents who love them very deeply, which makes it a lot harder for Aziraphale and Crowley to justify their obsession for you.

But yeah, if ya'll want to see more Good Omens stuff feel free to request for it, either based on my concept or not, doesn't matter,

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