I need Aziraphale learning very quickly that being kind and considerate gets him nowhere in Heaven, so he tucks away his goofy, big-hearted nature and just turns into a maliciously compliant Bitch™.
This is a man who canonically has "discouraged" multiple mobster groups threatening to burn his bookshop, who has successfully scared hundreds of customers away by being just unpleasant enough and who dropped down three octaves to correct Furfur when he messed up his name.
He swallows his pride, puts on a power suit and starts executing a Corporate Nightmare upon upper management in Heaven.
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Shipping And Swimming
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Dark Gaze Upon The Stars
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"they both had valid reasons" and "aziraphale was wrong" are statements that can and should coexist actually
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Aziraphale’s the type of romantic to look up at Crowley lovingly while sucking him off
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New GO fic! From me!
Rating: M
Summary: Normally, Aziraphale wouldn’t give in to his basest curiosities, but this situation was one of a kind. He had the opportunity to observe Crowley without suspicion, since he and Jim would be in Aziraphale’s bookshop. He could hide, remain unseen, and Crowley would be none the wiser.
Aziraphale paused at the door for just a moment, thinking about his morality and the ethics of spying on Crowley speaking to his former boss, the boss that tried to eliminate him. But, he thought, I could understand how he’s feeling. He never talks about how he’s really feeling.
Neither do you, a little voice whispered. He told it to quiet itself as the angel followed Crowley swiftly up the stairs and made himself invisible to the pair.
He had reached the top of the stairs as he heard Crowley softly say, “Let there be light.”
Tags: no archive warnings, Fluff, angst, smut (eventually/minor), dancing, emotions, vulnerability, aziraphale ur gonna blind people with that smile
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say what one will about TikTok, sometimes there are gems that I wish I could send to Aziraphale and Crowley. for them to watch together. and just…agree to try🥹
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See, the thing about Crowley living in his car in s2 is that I left the s1 finale with the impression that both of them finished their lunch, staggered their way back to the book shop (gently sloshed) and spent the night getting absolutely hammered. Like drain the wine cellar, night on the town, capital-P Pissed.
It’s all a bit ‘rambunctious’, as a fussy and well read angel might say.
Crowley wakes up on Aziraphale’s sofa a week later - covered in a blanket, various papers and a copy of the Sunday times.
A pot of tea’s just finished steeping, there’s cake in the tin. Somewhere across the shop, a tartan-clad figure hums (rather untunefully) to himself as he pours over a crackled hardback book.
If you asked Crowley, it’s all quite civilised, if a tad “country living magazine”. A little gauche. A bit twee - not really his ‘style’.
But he doesn’t reach for his glasses, or pat his jacket for his keys.
After all, he thinks, stretching what’s probably the correct number of limbs and reaching out for a bone china cup, why on Her green earth would he ever want to leave?
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Cherub, sometimes I think Samael likes you more than he likes me, and he's been *inside* me.
As - Asmodeus!
You can’t just - !
*He’s oh so flustered. Goodness knows why.*
Why… whatever makes you think that?
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Quench: Day 17 of November 2023 Good Omens Writing challenge
Rated Mature. Prompt: "When the broken glass litters the floor" from The way you said "I love you."
Content warnings: the use of alcohol in response to ptsd-like symptoms
It was a bad night. Not even the Talisker was helping. Crowley hadn’t slept in weeks for fear of what he would see in his dreams. And tonight, the nightmares didn’t even seem to care that he was still awake.
Like many of the nights since he and Aziraphale had moved into the cottage, Crowley had sat himself down in the armchair by the bedroom window in order to stare out into the dark of the back garden. A little table at his arm held a nearly empty bottle of his preferred whisky. And, like many of the nights before this one, Aziraphale had quietly occupied the chair opposite the table. It faced the room, rather than Crowley’s empty window, so that Aziraphale had plenty of light by which to read.
The angel had poured himself a glass of the fragrant scotch, but had barely touched it. He sat still in his chair, his right leg lifted to balance that ankle on his left knee. It made a little makeshift table for his book. His left hand held the glass, resting it on his thigh as if he intended to take a sip of it at any moment. But, he had been so engrossed in his reading that it had stayed there for hours.
Crowley looked over at him, and blearily wondered how the angel maintained such a focused concentration on a single book for that long. He looked so damn peaceful with his little spectacles perched on the bridge of his nose. Aziraphale didn’t even need them, but Crowley suspected he wore them solely for the aesthetic. And Hastur thought Crowley was the flash bastard? He had nothing on the angel’s “standards.”
On the angel…
Yeah. If the whisky wouldn’t drown out the images in his head tonight, maybe he should try something else.
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Read the entire work here on ao3.
Inspired by this amazing artwork by Claire Hummel.
Cross posted to Sendarya's Patreon discord
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Date Night
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So true
Also when the non canon ship becomes canon:
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Recap: 43 Days to Go!
Creator: Dannye Chase/HolyCatsAndRabbits
Profiles: Tumblr, Twitter, Insta
Creation: Fanfic! (18+)
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Beelzebub and Gabriel really said, “good luck with your war,” and peaced out of there like they weren’t the catalyst for the war. lmao
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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Good Omens (TV)
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)
Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)
Additional Tags: Inspired by Fanart, post S1, Armageddon, The Bentley Ships It (Good Omens), Fluff and Smut, Miracles, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ficlet
Series: Part 26 of Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Part 59 of Fandom Shorts
Summary: Random takes and scenes in space and time for various fandoms I love as inspired by Fanart and the Fandom in general.
So, the worlds is about to end and well, there is little time for the Angel and his Demon to… make it all worth the while?
Part of Fandom Shorts / Aziraphale/Crowley series
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Ahh I got this fic rec from one of your posts and I loved it so much: No Love Like Your Love by lalaland666
Thank you!
no love like your love by lalaland666 (orphan_account) [M]
Aziraphale Fell has been with Gabriel Wright for so long that he hardly knows life without him. So, even if Aziraphale doesn’t entirely approve of Gabriel’s… career choices… and even if Gabriel isn’t exactly kind nowadays… well, what’s he to do? Without Gabriel, he has nothing.
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Anthony J. Crowley didn’t really mean to fall in with Lucian Sterling. But, y’know how it is. Things happen, you end up desperate, and then someone comes around promising a salary and a life in exchange for just causing a bit of trouble. How could he refuse?
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When Aziraphale and Crowley meet by chance one night outside the bookshop, everything changes, and soon enough, they’re forced to choose– will they do what they’re told, and live the lives they’ve come to expect, or will they strike out on their own, and learn what love can truly be?
~Mod N
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