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butcher-my-name · 2 days

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wip and by wip i mean painstaking sketches im tryin to pass as lineart

for the upcoming agoraphobia fic >:P

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nosferatini · 1 day

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[🎙️Podfic] Geminids - A “Teach Me” Side Story

By @nosferatini

The lovely NooRose93 and incredibly talented @gahellhimself-blog allowed me to make a podfic of this beautiful story of brotherly love!

Listen to the Geminids Podfic! 🎧

Featuring little Nosling as the voice of baby Crowley 👶🏻

(Note: No babies went underfed or uncuddleld in the making of this podfic!)

Geminids is a side story for GaHell's wonderful "Teach Me" comic, written by NooRose93. Read Geminids - A Teach Me side story on AO3!

Please support GaHell on his Patreon and Instagram!

**Summary:**

Loki and Crowley are there for each other through thick and thin. This is a story of how they met and became brothers.

Special thanks to my beta listeners @kunigun and @outrageousring5655 ♥️ as well as the @goodomensafterdark and @whickberstreetwriters communities for all the love and support in making this podfic.

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secretlywingedphantom · 2 days

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What if... something did pass between our ineffable duo in the final fifteen?

Well, I wrote a one-shot about it, and it's a bit of a silly fic, really. It's about an angel and a demon preparing for the worst, but in the most delightful and delicious of ways 👀.

Here's a sample, and if it makes you smile please consider giving the full thing some love over on AO3!

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“Do you like it?” The angel’s voice was lower than usual, but if the demon noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it.

“Mmm. Not bad, actually.”

“They aren’t that bad, you know,” Aziraphale said quietly, “once you get used to them.” He met Crowley’s gaze and coquettishly batted his eyelashes.

Crowley sputtered and began coughing, and whether it was from the unfamiliar sensation of acidic juices rolling down his throat or his shock at the angel’s blatant flirtation, he didn’t know. But he did turn a very bright shade of crimson.

He pulled himself together, turning the sweet over again in his mouth and licking his lips. “This isn’t about enjoying a travel sweet, angel,” he scolded.

“Is it not?” Aziraphale had a satisfied smile on his lips. He was back to looking out the front dash, busying himself with a new star that had appeared in the night sky. He was trying to make out which constellation it belonged to. “So. What is it about, then?”

“Has to do with an old friend of mine. A magician.”

That got Aziraphale’s attention. He whipped his head back around, eyes wide as saucers. “A magician?”

“Yeah,” Crowley said casually, holding back his grin, “Harry was his name. Ring any bells?”

Aziraphale gasped, his eyes now bulging like overblown balloons. “You were friends with Harry Houdini?!?”

“Ehhh, ‘friend’ may be stretching it a bit. But yeah, we ran in the same circles. His entire schtick was based on deceit, so of course he was on my radar.”

“Of course he was,” said Aziraphale dryly.

Crowley ignored the snark and continued. “He was a fantastic magician, yeah. But! He was a lot of other things, including a brilliant inventor. He and I had... an agreement.”

Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow. “An agreement?”

“Yeah.”

“What sort of agreement?” Said Aziraphale, slowly.

Continue reading on AO3!

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Word Count: 6.1k

A big ol' bucket of thanks to my lovely betas of @whickberstreetwriters: @springofviolets, @azeutreciathewicked, @rofell, @westwardly, @ines2925 and MisterScruffyPoo. Mwah. You're the best.

@goodomensafterdark thank you for the reblog!

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feiandart · 3 days

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How are you?, asked Raguel. He feels like overripe fruit hanging on trees: poised, knowing that it must fall but not when it will. He feels like fishes in bowls, looking at the world through a filter of anxieties and mistakes, locked in an aquarium limited by the confines of his own mind. He feels like the drops of water hanging from the taps, heavy and trembling, unable to launch themselves into the void without outside help. He feels like a dog, collar and leash, chain hooked to the guardrail. He watches the cars whizz past him without anyone stopping to help. He feels as one who is tired of always feeling victimised by everyone and everything and would like to have the strength to rip off the shackles that keep him anchored to himself. He feels like someone who would like to rip off his skin and remain a pile of bones and arteries, just what counts without any more protection all around - because skin is great armour, but it is difficult to keep it intact. Like the masks he wears, like the facade he displays every time he opens his eyes in the morning. He feels like someone who has been running a marathon for years without ever seeing the finish line. "Tired," he replies at the end. Just uttering that word takes a huge weight off his chest, allowing him to close his eyes for a moment without seeing anything imprinted on his eyelids. Only black, for once. No images. When he lifts his gaze to Raguel, he finds a smile on their face. "You have the look of someone who couldn't wait to admit it," the doctor comments, the tip of their pen meeting the notepad again, without writing. They gives him a moment's pause; Anthony begins to suspect that all these silences serve to give him time to settle in between interactions. Silently, with his mind rather than his voice, he thanks them for it.

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mimisempai · 2 days

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Lovely in red

Summary

As they share a tender moment, Aziraphale can't help but tease the demon when he sees Crowley's reaction to his compliments.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #45: Shut-up kiss

On Ao3

Rating G - 536 words

As was often the case at the end of the day, Crowley and Aziraphale shared a relaxing moment on the bookshop sofa. They didn't know when this little routine had started, but they didn't really care because they both enjoyed this kind of moment to the fullest.

They were both lying on the sofa, Crowley with his head on the angel's lap and Aziraphale, as always when they were in this position, had his fingers buried in the demon's red hair.

He loved to slide the soft, silky strands between his fingers, taking particular pleasure in messing up the demon's always stylish hairstyle.

It was a gesture he'd wanted to do for too long to remember, and now he could do it without a second thought, it was blissful.

As his eyes closed, Crowley made a sound almost like a purr, causing the angel to look down at him.

Aziraphale laughed softly and said, "You're so lovely like that."

It wasn't the first time he had complimented the demon in this way, and it was with delight and without surprise that he saw a slight blush appear on Crowley's cheeks in response to his praise.

As he had a bit of the bastard in him, as Crowley had said more than once, he wanted to see more of the red blush on his lover's cheeks and so he added softly, "So cute".

As the blush spread across the demon's cheeks, Crowley grumbled, "Angel, stop it right now."

But Aziraphale, knowing his lover perfectly, had also heard the lack of conviction in his voice, telling him that Crowley, though he would never admit it, appreciated his words of praise.

So the angel ran a hand down Crowley's face, stopping on the flushed cheek and, caressing it gently with his thumb, he asked softly, "Do I really need to stop telling you how beautiful and lovable I find you?"

The demon raised an arm and put it in front of his eyes to hide his face before he sighed, "Angel..."

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley's arm and pulled it away from his face before leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the demon's forehead, continuing, "So sweet."

Crowley's cheeks turned so scarlet that the angel could feel the heat beneath his hand, and he was about to continue when the demon suddenly straightened up to straddle the angel's lap and put his hand over the teasing mouth.

With a false scolding he said to Aziraphale, "I must stop you from talking."

He felt the angel's smile under his palm, which he replaced with his lips, preventing the angel from continuing.

Aziraphale wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back without hesitation, and when they parted to catch their breath, he murmured, a mischievous little smile on his lips, "You're even cuter now. "

Crowley growled, "Aziraphale! "

Aziraphale ran his tongue over his lips and, raising an eyebrow, replied in a challenging tone, "You know how to shut me up, don't you?"

"You..."

Aziraphale laughed softly, but his laughter was soon smothered by the demon's lips, and before he let himself be swept away by the kiss, the angel couldn't help but think that, yes, his demon really was adorable.

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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

Ineffable Growing Love - Series post S2

Part 1 Story 1-99

Part 2 Story 100-?

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #50 kisses

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onceuponapuffin · 2 days

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Fanatic Intervention Part 5!!

Hiya! Sorry about the delay! Life got in the way there for a bit ^_^" But I am here! With Part 5!!

Beginning || Previous || Next

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Crowley had liked Hozier (although Take Me To Church, predictably, wasn’t his favourite), and after whining at Aziraphale that it’s nooooooot ‘bebop,’ you finally managed to get an admission that all right, it wasn’t all that terrible. You took the win.

But the dance party couldn’t last forever. There’s still a world to save, after all.

And so, all of you sat, thumbing through Revelations. Well, Aziraphale and Muriel were. You and Crowley had given up on the fancy Bible-ness of it and googled the Cliff Notes version.

“Ugh,” You say, “John really hated the Romans.”

“Well, yes,” says Aziraphale, “He had decent enough reason, though, as far as humans go.”

“What, he hated indoor plumbing and heated floors?”

“Actually, he hated people of the Christian faith being arrested, tortured, and killed for their beliefs.”

“Oh….yeah that makes sense,” You say, and after a moment you add “...Sorry.”

“That’s quite alright,” Aziraphale replies kindly, “He wrote Revelation as a way to reassure Christians that all of their suffering would mean something in the end. That it must be part of the Great Plan.”

“The Ineffable Plan, you mean,” chimes in Crowley with a smirk. Aziraphale rolls his eyes.

“Yes, that one,” he replies. You notice the microscopic-Michael-Sheen-ian smile on his face as he says it. Honestly, the resemblance is uncanny. Aziraphale continues. “He wanted Christians to feel heard, and to encourage them to hold fast to their faith.”

You pause for a minute before saying anything. Then you remember a tumblr post or something from forever ago.

“Santa Claus,” You finally say. Crowley spurts wine from his nose, and begins to laugh. Aziraphale is confused.

“I beg your pardon?”

“It’s like Santa Claus,” You say again, “Like ‘be good, and you’ll get presents! it’s almost Christmas Eve! Santa’s watching!’ You know?” You look at Aziraphale imploringly. Crowley is still laughing. Aziraphale doesn’t look impressed.

“I think that’s rather an over-simplification.”

“Am I wrong?”

“…..It’s...it’s not...That’s not how it works!”

“Oh, okay, so I’m wrong then.”

“Sounds about right to me!” Crowley calls with glee from the other side of the room. Aziraphale looks all flustered, his face beginning to go red. Crowley hands him a glass of wine and Aziraphale downs it in one go.

Okay, winding him up is a great deal of fun, and so easy, but I’m guessing, dear Reader, that you love Aziraphale just as much as I do. You don’t actually want to hurt his feelings. Thus you decide to concede the point.

“So,” You say, “He said he had a dream about things getting really bad and then Jesus coming back and saving everyone.”

“In a nutshell, yes,” Aziraphale sighs, clearly relieved to be back on topic. You think back to old interviews with Neil and Terry about their back-then-hypothetical sequel would look like.

“Okay, well the only thing I know about it was something about it taking place in America. I read in an old interview somewhere that Jesus was meant to descend from the heavens in a private jet with a bunch of like...bodyguard angels or something.”

“America? Again? I mean really.”

You shrug. “Neil Gaiman really likes America.”

“But it doesn’t have to be,” says Muriel now, flipping back through their notes, “You said that the sequel was never written, and the third...season?was still being written too when you left. And you said that book isn’t the same as what happened in the tv show, or the radio show, or the musical. So how do we know it would be the same here?”

They make a good point.

“Maybe ask that author of yours,” says Crowley, looking over from his drink, “You said he answers questions sometimes. Who would he be to deny,” he swishes his glass around with what you suppose is meant to be grandeur, “The Famous Crowley and Aziraphale?” He empties his glass.

“Anathema might be able to find him,” You say after a while, “Jesus, I mean. She did a good job finding everything in Armageddon Part 1. Or Adam. I mean, Jesus is supposed to be all about love, right? Maybe we can convince him not to, you know, end the world.”

Aziraphale hums to himself. “Revelations states that Armageddon is meant to be started by the seven angels of the church, bringing together seven keys. I mean, John could be wrong of course, but I wonder...Could one of you find me a map and search these names? I might have an idea why Mr. Gaiman wanted to set The Second Coming in America.”

Good Reader, guess which country contains cities named after 5 of these 7 angels. I’ll give you three guesses, but you’ll only need one.

And so now we have three directions we can take this story in.

❤️ ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ 🖤

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gaiaseyes451 · 14 hours

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A Little Life - Chapter 9 - Dreams & Reality

Rated: E, Words ~59k/~71k. 9/12 Chapters. Read the tags!

OMG Look at this amazing illustration @fuzzygoblin made for this chapter! I have stared at this gorgeousness for so long, and I love the three little easter eggs (angel wings, a nightingale and a Bentley symbol) she's hidden in here. *Melts* thank you so much!! <3

Chapter Excerpt (Read on AO3):

Anthony wandered, no obvious destination or intention in his direction. He stopped to pluck a gardenia blossom, freed the sweet potato vine in one of the planters that had entangled itself in a neighbouring boxwood, played with the snapdragons—gently pulling open the petals and allowing them to spring shut. In the fading light Ezra could not help but see the deepening lines around his eyes and mouth—laughs lines warring with those from frowns and scowls. Despite always having been tall and lean Anthony had never looked thin but his slender frame was beginning to hint at delicacy. The willowy, lithe limbs that had once been equal measures graceful and gangly now displayed the onset of frailty. The sharp wit and unapologetic curiosity that had once ignited his amber eyes was becoming a rare treat instead of a reliable companion.

Sparks where there had once been fire.

He had aged so far beyond his years, so unjustifiably fast.

How long until embers, and then, ashes?

The soft click of the door behind Ezra opening startled him. Adam and Evelyn stepped out onto the terrace and stood on each side of him, crossing their arms behind his back.

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Summary:

When Professor of Botany Anthony Crowley met bookshop owner Ezra Fell one November afternoon both knew their lives had irrevocably changed. From that moment forward, Anthony and Ezra’s existence was intertwined. Their story was written in the moments and memories they created as they moved through life’s chapters of coming together, building a family and facing the challenges of being human. This is a story of unconditional love and the joy and humour, obstacles and grief that inevitably come with choosing the same person, day after day, over and over and over again.

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A huge thanks to @goodomensafterdark for the writers community. And an extra special thanks to @hakunahistata and @the-literal-kj for beta'ing this story. Finally, a huge thanks to @fuzzygoblin for the song prompt that inspired this work

#mind the tags #human au #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #good omens 2 #good omens fic #good omens after dark #aziraphale #crowley #writers of after dark #best beta's ever!

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katiefrog217 · 1 day

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-SLAMS THE DOOR OPEN

HELLO I HAVE A FIC RECOMMENDATION FOR ALL OF YALL

I'm only on chapter 11 but like, y'all need to read this. It's a genuine tragedy it isn't more well known than it is.

It's a fic written by @bellisima-writes that is post season 2, and it explores the whole "Azi and Crowley working separately and the Second Coming" thing that I know a lot of post season 2 fics do, but I CANNOT express how much this fic has taken over my day. I HAD PLANS, THOSE PLANS ARE GONE.

I HAVE WORK AND THIS FIC IS STILL EATING ME.

The first chapter is a little rough but full of promise, and I implore you that if you stick with it, by the end of chapter 2 (and especially 3) you'll be as hooked as I am (if you have a love for long fics with well written plots and character moments).

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic rec #good omens fanfic #not mine #fic rec #fic recommendation #please #on my KNEES #read this #if i have time i wanna draw fanart for it

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cemeteryangel725 · 13 hours

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Folding the Laundry: A Good Omens Ineffable Wives Fic by CemeteryAngel725

Thank you so much for @shipper-of-all-things for the cover design collaboration and for all of the brainstorming help with this fic!

Rated E, 6,817 words

Read on AO3 here!

Summary:

Two single moms, one basket of laundry, and a bottle of wine. Azira and Toni have been best friends since middle school, but they’re about to find out that they don’t know every single thing about each other, at least not just yet.

Excerpt:

They were quiet for a minute, and Azira thought the subject had dropped, but when Toni got off on a tangent, she usually ended up following it to its logical conclusion. “We really should all be dating each other. We’re all smart, hot, and we take care of our own shit. We’d be unstoppable.”

Azira chose her words carefully. “It would be rather efficient.”

Toni smirked. “It would! So uh, let me know if you’re ever looking for a wife. I clean up after myself, am excellent at meal prep, and am very good in bed. Well, actually, I have no idea what I’m doing when it comes to women, but neither do you, so we could figure it out together.” She poured them each another glass of wine and took a big gulp.

That wasn’t exactly true. There had been that one week back in sophomore year of college, when Toni thought Azira was at the library, but she was actually spending many illuminating hours in Shax’s single room down on the first floor. But Shax hadn’t been interested in anything serious, had found Azira rather stuffy, she thought. And then Azira had met Gabriel and following that path to its natural conclusion seemed like the simplest route.

Besides, the only woman that Azira had ever really wanted, the long-limbed redhead sitting beside her on the sofa, had always given off the impression that she was solidly, resolutely straight.

But Azira didn’t say any of this. Instead, she raised an eyebrow and answered archly, “I’ll take your proposal under advisement, dear.”

This fic was written in celebration of WAMEN WEEK over at @goodomensafterdark! Happy 8008 everyone!

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #good omens fic recs #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #writers of after dark #good omens smut #ineffable wives #femme aziracrow

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brainwormcity · 3 days

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New fic cover art. I'll embed it once I pick out a decent font for the title. Link for the fic in my pinned post or in the carrd in my bio. 🩷

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isiaiowin · 2 days

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Good Omens Fanfic: Infernal Tango

A gift for @gleafer , thank you for inspiring me to write this. ❤️💚

CW/TW: Explicit fic ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

Summary:

After Shax accidentally revealed to Furfur that she could dance the Tango, he planned a grand gesture to sweep her off her feet, resulting in a night of fiery passion. Excerpt: Completely lost in each other and the pulsating rhythm of the Tango music. A series of passionate and complicated steps followed and literal sparks started flying between them as they executed the intricate movements with an infernal vigour. Leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Illuminating them as their bodies moved in seamless synchronisation. The demonic crowd grew larger, watching in awe at the spectacle before them and occasionally needed to dodge a spark that flew their way.

Many thanks to @gleafer for letting me use this sketch. Please follow her here on Tumblr and subscribe to the extra Saucy Pidgeon tier on her Patreon if you want to see spicy art of Shax and Furfur and so much more! And to my amazing beta @fuzzygoblin ❤️💚 thank you so much for your help.

@goodomensafterdark

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sapphireisverygaymydudes · 15 hours

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Pst

Hey you

Yeah you

You know that kid who sits in the back of class? The one who doesn’t have many friends, the one who is quiet and always on their phone?

Or the coworker who never looks like they’re doing work? The one who politely declined your invitations to bars after work so many times that you stopped asking?

They are reading. They are reading fanfiction and they are dreaming.

That kid in your class could be the nicest, sweetest, politest person ever but they are reading a story.

The words take them away. Far far away. To distant galaxies, to old bookshops, to shiny long black cars, to an underground bunker, to the burning remains of a church, to a bar in a hotel, to the past, to the future, to a random high school, to a tiny little coffee shop.

Those words are making your coworker feel something. They are making them feel happy. Feel sad. Feel both and neither. The words are telling them what it feels like to hurt so much and still be able to smile.

Those stories are full of life. Life that, yes is very painful, but still life. Lives that we have no right to mess with but spawn from a place of love. Lives that we value too much to let them go. Lives that we change at a whim to give them a better ending.

These stories are full of love.

Let that classmate read. Let that coworker go home after work. And don’t ask what they are reading. Under any circumstances. Trust me.

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henriettarhippo-hrh · 9 hours

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Planning my next Good Omens fic. I like to put a temporary title in when I don't know what to call it yet. Here's what I have so far:

#im thinking they just have sex all over the place and the plot is secondary #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #ineffeble husbands #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #good omens wip

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shades-o-grey · 15 hours

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Saw this adorable art posted by @periwinkle-berries of Aziraphale and Crowley doing a puzzle, >>>Link Here<<<

And it got me thinking what their "puzzle dynamic" would be. I mean...

Who is the one collecting all the edge and corner pieces first?

And who is the one digging through the pile and somehow connecting middle pieces like little galapagos islands?

My headcanon?

Aziraphale likes puzzles end enjoys doing them by himself but when he wants Crolwey to join he purposely starts looking for the middle pieces first because he knows it will drive Crowley crazy he will "have" to step in to "do it properly".

So Crowley finds all the corners and edge pieces to put together first (with Aziraphales help). Then one the all edges are found they swap and Crowley just slides potential pieces over while Aziraphale puts them togther.

In the end, Aziraphale always offers Crowley to put in the final piece and Crowley always lets Aziraphale do it because he knows it's his favourite part (and knows that he only offers to be kind).

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mimisempai · 1 day

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Not the same goodbye anymore

Summary

Aziraphale and Crowley have said goodbye many times in the past, but today, as he watches the Bentley drive away, the angel realises that now every goodbye will be different.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #46: A lingering kiss before a (long) trip apart.

On Ao3

Rating G - 902 words

Crowley glanced at his watch and sighed. There was no point in putting it off, it was time for him to go.

He said quietly, "Angel..."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "Say no more, it's time for you to go, isn't it?"

They stood up at the same time and walked side by side to the door of the bookshop.

The demon turned to the angel and, taking her face between his hands, said softly, "The longer I delay, the harder it will be. Don't be sad, it's only a few days, you won't even have time to miss me".

Aziraphale replied in a slightly wry tone, "I know, you're only leaving for three days and yet it feels like a trip around the world."

Crowley stroked the angel's cheek with his thumb and replied softly, "I know, Angel, believe me, I know. I feel like I'm going away for a long time too."

Aziraphale had done his best not to show the melancholy he had felt at the thought of the demon's absence. He had told himself that he should be happy that Crowley was so passionate about his work at the planetarium.

It was just for some days.

They'd been apart for much longer, with no certainty of seeing each other again, which was not the case now.

But despite all this good reasoning, now that Crowley was about to leave in a few seconds, the angel found it hard to put up a front.

He wanted to put his hand over his mouth to stop the words coming out, but Crowley still held his face in his hands and the Angel's mouth was running faster than his brain so he couldn't help but blurt out, "Will you miss me?"

The demon gave a small smile and replied in a low voice, "I miss you already, Angel.

Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the angel's in a tender kiss.

When he tried to pull away a fraction of a second later, he could not because Aziraphale's hands had caught his face and were pressing against him to make the kiss last. The demon didn't struggle, of course, and the kiss lasted a few more seconds.

When they finally broke apart, Crowley ran his thumb over the Angel's lips and said sheepishly, "I really have to go now, Angel.

Aziraphale, his throat tightening, nodded and walked out with the demon to accompany him to the car.

Once in front of the Bentley, Crowley planted a light kiss on the Angel's temple before getting behind the wheel.

Aziraphale waved at him through the window and, seeing his sad little smile, the demon couldn't resist and rolled down the window.

Poking his head out, he said to the angel with a half-smile on his lips, "One last one for the road?”

Smiling, Aziraphale leaned over and, after one last kiss on the demon's lips, said softly, "Have a good time, my love."

They looked at each other in silence for a few moments before the Bentley decided to take matters into its own hands and sped away.

Aziraphale, chuckling slightly, followed the car with his eyes until it disappeared around the corner.

"Hard to let him go, isn't it?"

The angel, who didn't really have the heart to deflect, replied softly to Nina, who had just arrived beside him, "You have no idea."

Nina nudged him with her shoulder and replied, "Oh, I think I have a little idea, you know, when Maggie decides to go on one of her trips in search of rare records. I may know she'll be back, I may know it'll only be for a short time, this little place she's got here..."

Nina tapped her chest before continuing, "remains empty, and the emptiness is felt until she's back. So, knowing your story, I can imagine... how it is for you."

Aziraphale nodded without answering, for Nina couldn't have described what he was feeling more accurately.

But at the same time, today was different from all the times he'd watched Crowley leave, not knowing when or if he'd see him again, not being able to say how he felt, never knowing how the demon felt.

Everything was different.

Crowley loved him and he loved Crowley.

They both knew it.

He knew that Crowley would be back in three days.

He knew the demon would miss him, just as he had made no secret of the fact that he would miss the demon.

So, sure, that little void Nina was talking about was there, in his chest, but it was bearable because he knew Crowley would be back soon to fill it again.

So instead of focusing on that void, he decided to focus on the perspective of the demon's return.

He turned to Nina and asked with a smile on his face, "So, Nina, what sweet treats are you serving at the cafe today?"

Nina threw on that little smile she always had when she understood a situation, put her arm around Aziraphale and led him to the coffee shop, giving him a detailed list of the day's pastries.

Three days later, when she saw the Bentley parked outside the bookshop, she thought that it was unlikely that the bookseller would be coming in for a pastry today, as he probably didn't need any comfort food.

His beloved was back.

The emptiness would be filled again.

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Fanatic Intervention Part 6!!

Not much to say here this time. I'm glad you all are enjoying this. I'm having a blast! :D

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After a while you speak.

“Well,” You say, “I can tell you what we’re not doing. We are not going to see Mr. Gaiman. Honestly, Crowley, the man is a genius, but he is also a troll. He doesn’t give away plot – if anything he gives the most chaotic response he can think of, and then tells you to wait and see. SO, that wouldn’t help us at all.”

Muriel is the next to speak.

“Um, also I don’t think those other angels are on earth?”

“Would we know if they were?” You say, looking to Aziraphale. The principality shrugs.

“To be honest, I really don’t know. It was such a long time ago.”

“Okay,” You say, “So we call up Anathema, and we go to America to look for Jesus. I mean...the things that Neil and Terry plotted out did happen, even if they weren’t all identical to the book. So it’s probably safe to assume that the pattern will continue.”

“Right,” Aziraphale says, reaching for his rotary phone, “I’ll call Miss Device.”

“Hold on,” Crowley says, “Who’s this we who’s going to America?”

“You, Aziraphale, Anathema, Me,” You say, “Muriel needs to stay here and look after the bookshop. Maybe Newt could --”

“And what makes you think you’re coming?” The demon presses.

“The fact that I dropped in from another reality, know everything that has happened so far, and is the only one with half an idea of what’s going to happen next. Also Anathema is going to need help wrangling the two of you.”

“Whassat supposed to mean?”

“You’re a pair of Disaster Puppies.”

Crowley opens his mouth again, offended.

“Trouble does seem to find us an awful lot,” Aziraphale says. Clearly he’s decided to give you the benefit of the doubt. You make a mental note that he is not upset with being called a Disaster Puppy for some reason. Priorities maybe?? You let it go.

“Great,” You say, “So it’s settled.”

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All things considered, it doesn’t take very long for Anathema and Newt to arrive. Apparently they happened to be visiting London. What are the chances of that? It’s almost like this is a work of fiction that I am writing and so I can make things surprisingly convenient if I want to. Now, let’s continue.

It takes longer to answer Newt’s questions than it does to fill Anathema in on the situation. You’re grateful for her sharp mind and willingness to accept things that are...well...difficult to just accept. Probably comes with being a witch/occultist. Once they both know the full story, and Newt’s curiosities are satisfied, Anathema nods.

“Okay,” she says, “Right. So we need to save the world again, and we’re hinging all of our bets on finding Jesus and successfully convincing him to help us? Seems...like a long shot. Like, a really long shot.”

“These two have managed to succeed with implausible plans before,” You point out. Anathema hums. She doesn’t seem convinced.

“I mean, it’s not that I mind helping you. Jesus probably has the kind of aura that I could find and track without too much trouble. I would just...really have appreciated that if you were going to interrupt our getaway that you would at least have a backup plan. Or, maybe some intel that’s actually intelligence instead of guesses. Like if Aziraphale had actually been in Heaven as the Supreme Archangel, he could have been feeding us information and instructions. And then we would know for sure where to go and what to do.”

Oh. A rock sinks to your stomach. And you suppose that after making them ward the bookshop like that then...needing to leave it...you just might have accidentally put a target on your backs. Whoops. Turns out saving the world one step at a time is really, really hard.

“That would have been way too dangerous though!” You say, desperate for your own defense, “I’m not putting these two in anymore danger than absolutely necessary. I….” You look over at your beloved angel and demon, then turn back to Anathema. “I need them to be okay,” You admit quietly. That’s what it’s all about for us, isn’t it? All the theories, all of the South Down Cottage manifesting. The fanart, the fanfiction, the edits and animatics. We love them and while we understand that they need to go through angsty things to grow, in the end we need them to be okay.

Well, most of us anyway. I can’t speak for everyone.

You feel a hand on your shoulder. Aziraphale is there once again.

“And we will be,” he says softly. You hear Anathema sigh.

“Right,” she says, “okay, so we head to America. I need to go home first and get my supplies. Newt will stay here with Muriel and help them hold the fort.”

“Um...this is a bookshop?” Muriel adds uncertainly.

“I bet,” Newt says slowly, “That if I help a few people around here with their computers, I might make enough mischief to convince Heaven that there’s still a demon around here. Then that looks almost like you’re still here, right? Might buy you some time at least.”

“It’s worth a shot,” Anathema says. Muriel practically glows.

“Oh! I get to live with an actual human! You can teach me human things!”

“Oh, uh yeah,” Newt says, “I don’t see why not. It’ll be fun.”

Anathema agrees to return with Newt in two days. She expects you lot to sort out the plane tickets “Because,” she says, “I am not having you fly me over, or poof me over, or whatever it is that you do.”

“I am a demon! I do not poof!”

“I don’t care. I want plane tickets.”

“Ooh!” You say, raising your arm in the air with a jump. “Can they be first class? I’ve never flown first class before!”

Crowley groans. Aziraphale sighs.

“We are not genies,” Aziraphale says, “Or banking machines.”

“No, but you do have unlimited resources so in a way,” You say, pausing for dramatic effect, a mischievous smile spreading from ear to ear, “You are like Santa Claus!”

You make a fast exit from the room before Aziraphale can say anything. Crowley is laughing and you hear what you think is a chair falling over.

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