#and aziraphale admitting they both get enough use from the bookshop

[astrhae]

Do I look like I run a bookshop?

Anthony J. Crowley, aka The Co. to A.Z. Fell and Co.

#crowley doesn't just know where things are #he didn't bother to miracle aziraphale's chair back in place #he put it back properly by himself in a very very human way #do you sometimes think that #the first time aziraphale saw crowley #crowley had a book with him #granted it was a book about how to make a nebula #but it was a book nonetheless #crowley and his imagination and enjoying a good story #as much if not more than the next person #and aziraphale admitting they both get enough use from the bookshop #that angel knew what he was doing #when he added 'and Co.' to the bookshop name #my edits #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #goodomensedit

[vidavalor]

Hi! I loooove your blog. What's an underrated GO moment that you like?

Hi! Thank you. :) Nice to meet you. I have green tea and raspberry scones for snacks today as I just got back from the bakery. *sets up plates*

You know what little scene I love? I love the bit where Shax comes to the bookshop when Aziraphale is in Edinburgh and, in the middle of threatening Crowley, asks him how to fix the hot water boiler in the apartment. It's a little moment and funny in your first pass watching it but it plays even better on rewatch and once you think about it a little beyond just the initial laugh.

In the attack on the bookshop, we see that Shax is one of those demons that is like the angels in that she thinks of food as human and beneath her. She makes fun of Aziraphale for his human hungers-- for food, for Crowley (who isn't in the bookshop when she's saying this stuff.) So, she's not exactly teaching herself to become a gourmet chef in that apartment now that she's on Earth. She doesn't cook and she doesn't do dishes, really, but... she needs the hot water working badly enough that she's willing to swallow her pride and ask Crowley for help in fixing it, which means her human indulgences are hot showers and honestly? If I'd spent millennia in Hell and got to escape to Crowley's place in Mayfair, you couldn't drag me for a hundred years from whatever tropical rainforest paradise shower Crowley had in that place lol so I can't really blame her. Not to mention that there's not exactly a lot of privacy in Hell, if ya feel me? A lady demon who has finally escaped topside of the fiery pits of Hell might be reluctant to admit it but she might have found one or two things about having a human corporation are not completely horrible... maybe so not completely horrible enough that she's desperate enough to go to the being who has not taught her what Google is for his own amusement for assistance with getting that hot water boiler operational again as soon as is demonically possible lol. (Crowley's canonically excellent taste in showerheads is absolutely the most top of mind meta you're going to find today, I know lol.)

Anyway, this means that Shax interrupted Crowley's afternoon of Operation Lovebirds: Shop Lesbian Vavoom to ask him to make it rain for her in the apartment.

He really hasn't done this much weather in ages.

It's also funny to me that the hot water boiler has rebelled against Shax by giving her two yellow lights (Crowley's eyes) and the solution for it, according to black-clad, silver necklace Crowley, is to turn a black tab on a silver loop. Whether Crowley's apartment is just in revolt against Shax or whether we're poking fun at the fact that Shax appears to have a little thing for Crowley or both, it's amusing.

Not to mention that Crowley's little lesson in locating the "hot water boiler tab" involves finger movements the likes of which have never been used to fix a hot water boiler in all our days lol. Crowley's a free-thinking Cupid. You gotta vavoom with your own damn self sometimes-- he gets it, girl. He's all the flavors of Baskin Robbins, Shax, and he's been on Earth for ages. He knows what he's doing. Take notes lol. If you find the black tab on the silver loop, it'll turn the hot water back on and then if you follow his non-verbal instructions here...

Besides the humor, though, this little moment is also happening in the segment of the story in which Crowley and Gabriel have been puzzling out the origins of gravity together. The heaviness of watching Crowley unable to remember building the universe is balanced a bit here, when they remind us through this scene in which he appears to be explaining something he built to fix his problematic hot water boiler that his curiosity and his need to take things apart to see how they work are not things that can be taken from him and that he rebuilds by literally rebuilding things.

(Aziraphale, we all know you've been breaking things around the bookshop for the last two hundred years and then calling Crowley and telling him that you couldn't possibly use another frivolous miracle to fix it or Gabriel will send you another strongly-worded note and would he please come over... and yes, it is a pipe under the sink again, how did he know? lol)

#ineffable husbands #good omens #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziracrow #shax #shax good omens

[ineffable-endearments]

Crowley and His Plants in Season 2

I've got this complicated post about Aziraphale and the bookshop brewing, but I want to give Crowley and his plants their own post.

It's really important that Crowley hung onto his plants for juicy characterization and symbolic and thematic reasons. It's a major character development portrayed with relative subtlety, an excellent example of Showing, Not Telling, and I think it's a thrilling sign for Crowley's character development.

Before having a chance to think about it, I thought keeping the plants in his car was a funny and odd - but sweet - detail to include. In fact, it was so sweet that it was one of those "felt like fanfic" things!

In Season 1, and in the novel, the plants were very much there for trauma reenactment, for Crowley to vent his hurt and fear and anger and betrayal onto. In a sense, they seemed to be Crowley's way of roleplaying with himself, if we assume they were only sentient because Crowley thought of them that way. Through the dynamic of yelling at his plants, which he assumed could understand him, Crowley could emotionally act out both the terrified, powerless plant (subconsciously) and the big scary entity threatening it with destruction (consciously).

If we take everything at face value, we can also guess that Crowley disposed of plants that he no longer liked because of their imperfections, which would seem to imply he didn't have much of an attachment to them. Where they went doesn't matter that much to this particular line of theorizing. He could have given them to his elderly neighbor, he could have plunked them in a community garden, he could have left them on a doorstep, he could have shredded them in the garbage disposal. In any case, they were gone from his kingdom.

And after Season 1, I wondered if he would care to keep the plants if he wasn't using them to act out trauma anymore.

But in Season 2, the plants are in fact the ONLY thing from the flat that Crowley has hung onto as he moved into his car. Sure, it's possible that he has other possessions squirreled away somewhere and he just carries the plants around because they need sunlight, but most of the other possessions go unmentioned, so we have to guess that the plants are specifically important. They're also important enough to follow him into the bookshop and back to the car instead of just staying in the car for the trip to Edinburgh.

We also don't see a single instance of Crowley berating the plants in Season 2, but they do still express his emotions somewhat (shaking when he's afraid). He still has whatever subconscious connection to them he was experiencing before. Notably, there's at least one scene where a brown spot is visible on a plant, so whatever Crowley's doing, he's not getting rid of the plants like he used to.

This seems like an obvious example of Crowley's attachment to Earth condensed into a handy symbol. Crowley has started to admit to himself that he cares about these helpless living things, that he just likes them for their own sake. They're not a sign of a job well done for Hell. They're not a memory of Aziraphale. They're not a tool to make life easier or numb the pain. They're just Life On Earth and Crowley likes to have them.

Crowley has gone from using his plants as a tool for trauma reenactment to holding onto his plants because he has a genuine attachment to them. And, for a character whose arc I believe is going to involve forming more outward connections to others, that's a big deal.

Crowley's still got a ways to go. He's carrying these plants around, but the Bentley can't be an ideal environment for them. The whole process of driving them around, not to mention bringing them in and out of the bookshop, has to be kind of awkward for Crowley, too. It's very reminiscent of a character whose attachment to Earth is ambivalent, but who is moving in the right direction.

I wonder what'll happen next. His progress could be relatively linear, wherein he just goes off and forms more connections to humans on Earth after Aziraphale goes back to Heaven.

My suspicion, though, is that he will return to Hell with the specific goal in mind of thwarting the Second Coming and possibly trying to bring the entire system crashing down. In this way, Crowley experiences a massive setback in his position (he wants to be on Earth, not in Hell!) but is actually demonstrating a redoubled dedication to Earth and humans, so what he's doing is not backsliding. Compare it to Season 1, when Crowley is charged with delivering the Antichrist and complains, as late as the Antichrist's 11th birthday, that he didn't want to be involved, that Hell shouldn't have chosen him - when Hell choosing Crowley was the only reason he was ever in a position to try to thwart Armageddon.

But that's a lot of speculation. The point is, the plants are a meaningful connection to Earth and Crowley is taking care of them.

#good omens #anthony j crowley #good omens spoilers #go s2 spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #Yeah the gif is Crowley baby talking the Bentley #But they are holding the plants #And I wanted a happy picture with Crowley and the plants instead of a scared or sad one #And I also can't help but think maybe his more open affection toward the car is relevant too

[beebopboom]

The Angel behind the Curtain

The Metatron. A character we don’t know a lot about in the show but has become public enemy number 1 - funny isn’t it.

I’ve been putting off doing this for a while because I wanted to dedicate proper time and research into this character - who he is, what he is doing, and how he is being used. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past week or so and boy is it long. So consider this an introduction post to a series - the main parts are still under construction and review.

But here is a shorter part that didn’t really fit anywhere cleanly and was kinda just a side tangent my brain went on - so now it’s its own part. I know some of it has been discussed before but have some new additions with a sneak peak into what is to come

and for that we are going back into the Title sequence - yes I know I talk about it way too much.

So Mr. Floating Head

Obviously this has been linked to the floating head of The Wizard of Oz before

But I want to dive in a little further now that we have more instances of this in season two

Now I’ll admit it’s been a while since I have revisited the story so there might be more parallels I missed but for now I just want to focus on the wizard - with some light parallels

We get the Metatron as a floating head up in heaven during the trial -which would have been before/during episode one - where he task the archangels with finding Gabriel - and he almost seems amused about it.

When Dorothy and the others first meet the Great Oz he will only grant their wishes upon the defeat of The Wicked Witch of the West. Once they return back after succeeding they demand the Great Oz to fulfill his promises but Toto knocks down the curtain to reveal that the Great Oz is just some man. He then uses “humbug” to grant their wishes - kinda. Dorothy though is meant to join him on a hot air balloon so they can both go home - which she misses because she was chasing Toto. But enough of that

After Gabriel is found - then fucks off - the Metatron arrives in the bookshop with most not recognizing him until he prompts Crowley to “reveal” him. He then sends the archangels away with a “wait and see” about if they had done anything wrong - kinda granting their wish with them not getting in trouble. He then goes on to offer the Supreme Archangel position to Aziraphale and says to join him in going up to Heaven.

The Metatron is admittedly a better wizard than Oz - he for the most part removes his own curtain and makes sure Aziraphale is coming with him.

But you said we were going into the title sequence and you have just rambled about some old story parallels? Okok I’m going

I've talked before (here) about how those rickety walkways represent Heaven's plans/timeline for their version of Armageddon- but for this we are going to focus on the one in the theatre

Curtains are drawn - screen is burned - the way to the Second Coming revealed

I'm comparing this moment to the Metatron finally appearing in a corporation in front of the angels and revealing his name - the curtain pulled back.

At the last second the film is burned - right before they enter the lift the Metatron finally drops the act a little and reveals the name, The Second Coming.

And now on to the sneak peak for one of the things I will be doing a deep dive into - The Book of Enoch

I know Neil has said the Metatron has always been an angel but can’t throw the whole book away when he himself pulls from it

When we go through the burnt screen we see these mountains of junk and it is revealed they are walking up one that has a throne room on top.

In Enoch 1 he is given an angel guided tour of the cosmos and sees seven glorious mountains - three to the east, three to the south, one that was taller than the rest and like the seat of a throne with trees encircling it, one of which is identified as the Tree of Life - which is said to be given back to humans after judgement

I’m sensing some parallels but for now that is it - tune in later for some more Enoch and diving into the occult

Part 2 is up!!

#did i just compare Crowley and Toto? yes yes I did #disaster puppy at it’s finest #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #good omens analysis #good omens theory #good omens metatron #the metatron #aziraphale #crowley

[aziraphales-library]

Hey, I have two requests, One, can I please get an angsty fic about Crowley falling from heaven, like a fic showing the process of it, preferably on Ao3. And a couple recs for Aziraphale or Crowley raising kids, mpreg is nice I like it, or one where they raise Muriel.

TYSSSSMMMM I LOVE YOU! THIS ACCT ABSOLUTELY AWESOME 10/10!!!

Hello. We have loads of fics on our #the fall and #kid fic tags, so do check those out! Here are a few more recent fics for each tag...

Crowley Falls by A_pile_of_good_things (T)

When an angel Falls, a part of the world dies. It was a truth written in the stars, an immutable law of the cosmos that had held sway since the dawn of creation. And on that fateful day when Crowley plummeted from grace, the world itself seemed to shudder in response to the loss. The demon in the making would later say that he did not as much Fall as Saunter Vaguely Downwards, but that is not the truth. He is a demon, after all, and demons lie. OR A vignette describing Crowley's Fall, while Aziraphale watches. I wrote it for a Fictober prompt no. 2: 'Don't worry, I got you.'

She Gave It A Try (She Closed Her Eyes) by orphan_account (T)

A dreadfully divine creature waits at the precipice of demise, an oxymoronic statement that will most likely never be used again. OR The hours before and after Crowley falls

The Temptation of the Starmaker by koala2all (T)

Crowley wasn't always a demon. Once he was the Starmaker... an angel in Heaven, powerful, innocent, and joyful. Crowley has never told the story of how he was led to his Fall to anyone... well, not the true story, anyway. But when Aziraphale admitted to feeling responsible, Crowley knows the time has come to share that part of himself he's kept secret since Before the Beginning. Remembering how Lucifer Morningstar led him astray will be painful... And even worse, the truth might be enough to push Aziraphale away.

Open Your Heart To The Unexpected by Ombra_la_lupa (G)

Appalled by the sheer stupidity of the nuns, Crowley takes matters in his own (and his life partner’s) hands. “I’m afraid we’re quite definitely closed.” “Aziraphale, it’s me. We need to talk.” “Yes… Yes, I rather think we do. I assume this is about…?” “Armageddon, yes. I’m coming to the bookshop now.” The aforementioned hell spawn chose that moment to start crying at the top of his lungs. “Crowley, is that… Is that a baby?” “Uuuh”, hesitated the demon, looking at the distraught, tear-streaked and bright red little face visible from the open lid of the basket at his feet. “Kinda?”

baby blues by catfishcigarettecard (T)

Aziraphale finds an abandoned baby and can't help but try to rescue the little cherub as best he can. Crowley is dragged along for the ride and shows a rare side of himself.

The Second Coming That Wasn't (Or Was It?) by polymona (T)

Aziraphale is surprised with a chat from God. Crowley is confused as to why any human would just abandon their newborn in front of a bookshop of all places. When the forces of Above or Below find out what has just been set in motion, there will be both Heaven and Hell to pay. If God can be a woman, so can Jesus.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #the fall #kid fic #mod d

[wrengrif]

Are we ready? It's Time...

For more GOOD OMENS WILD META.

I have been chewing on this one for awhile. Like, really ruminating on it. Probably because it's so far-reaching. For me, for others. It's a matter of the Journey From The Final Fifteen.

I will openly admit it, when I first came off the Final Fifteen, sometime in August/September (yeah, I was so worried about Season 2 I didn't watch it for a month after it came out and I realized I was right to do so.). I was, and still am, heartbroken. I was angry, despairing and wondering what the point of an ending like that was. I was angry at Neil Gaiman, I was angry at all the creators behind Good Omens. I was angry at Aziraphale, first, and then after about five minutes, I was angry at Crowley too.

Note, I was never mad at David Tennant or Michael Sheen. I respected their acting choices so much in the Final Fifteen. It was beautiful. It ripped my soul out through my chest. They are both brilliant. I know everyone has their favorite GO counterparts - they are mine.

Then a funny thing happened. A few weeks passed. I started fumbling around Good Omens Tumblr again. I'd been a big contributor during Detroit: Become Human (of which I am still a HUGE FAN, god I love that game.), and until Good Omens 2 came out, I was on the side of Good Omens fandom. Reading, mostly, but at the time I was very deep into my Wangxian fixation (haaaaah, I say, like I have ever left it. My dream AU is Aziraphale and Crowley in the Sunshot Campaign, causing trouble with Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian.). That changed after Final Fifteen. Now I was hurt, I was looking for comfort. I was looking for my fellow fans.

Clearly, I found you, you gorgeous bastards (saying nothing about your moms, unless you want me to). I started to read more meta, started having my own thoughts and carefully posting them. Reading fanfiction, and ... becoming less angry. Stepping back, to really look at the story. I was swallowing content like Aziraphale swallowed ox ribs. In the midst of this, I realized this wasn't The End of Good Omens, but merely the second part of a Trilogy. I'm a writer, I know what the second part of a trilogy is. It's where your heart breaks, it's the cliffhanger episode. I stopped being mad, and started loving the craft. I started to actually look at the scenes instead of just watching.

With that, I started to realize I had been missing so much. I realized I had been wrong, about a lot of things. My perspectives, and thoughts changed. Aziraphale wasn't at fault, he was a victim of the situation as much as Crowley was. Crowley left the bookshop, but he never left Aziraphale. He waited. He's still waiting. As more time passed, the more my thoughts evolved. Changed, formed anew, and I felt better for it. I decided to be hopeful about the whole thing. Yes, it was bad now, but there were enough signs and easter eggs to say this wasn't the ending we were going to get.

I healed, in short. I forgave. I'm waiting for our next chapter, because I know this story isn't done, not by a long shot. I'm waiting to see how our heroes will cope.

Rather like, I think, Aziraphale and Crowley will. The initial pain is going to fade, the anger, the feeling of rejection (whereas they will some day realize neither one of them were in fact, rejected.). The longing is going to kick in. They're going to miss one another more than they will ever be angry. There's going to be moments of grace, of forgiveness, partnered with sadness. What I think we forget, sometimes, is that Aziraphale and Crowley are 6000 years old. They've fought before. They'll fight again. With the fullness of time though, they'll come back to one another. They'll talk again.

Right now though, they've had time. Time to hopefully process (I really, really hope Aziraphale has had SOME time to process), time let the anger fade a little. Maybe not enough time - some of us here still need time - but enough to let them wonder ... is it really over? Maybe to realize, no. No it's not.

Time doesn't heal all wounds, but time does allow you to find equilibrium. I hope time will do the same for our angel and our demon. I know time helped me. I hope time will help us all.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #david tennant #michael sheen #neil gaiman #good omens meta #good omens fandom #time is on our side

[jo-the-nerd]

ALSO SPEAKING AS SOMEBODY WHO ONLY KNOWS THE BARE MINIMUM OF GOOD OMENS AND THE INEFFABLE HUSBANDS i just wanna say im pretty sure bg3 has their equivalent in bloodweave (gale [the one played by tim downie] + astarion)

my defense:

autistic book nerd and king who has the Audacity to fight God + chaotic theater gay that gives cat vibes and may need Therapy

aziraphale and gale sound like the type that would have solidarity in old man knees . idek if thats canon for aziraphale but it sure as hell is for gale

aziraphale and gale rhyme holy shit thats becoming a legitimate bullet point AJSJSJSJA

the book nerds live in their own private library . gale has a whole ass wizards tower while aziraphale has his book shop (that iirc he doesnt even sell the books in it ???)

crowley and astarion are the same fruit men . i also dont know how to explain that crowley just gives me 8 strength vibes as well . even if he was an angel you cant tell me this man can lift more than three books at once

"fuck the gods that did nothing for us. what if we chose each other" vibes from the both of them (idc what the other endings for gale are hes denouncing mystra in my canon bc i say so <33)

is aziraphale the type to have a cat . he seems so . how about a cat w wings (<-a tressym) . theyd absolutely bond over that

if you replaced the cutscenes of astarions little hissy fits w crowley i think itd honestly still be pretty in character

if i manage to pirate good omens one of these days i will be confirming if my hypothesis is correct <33

Ooooh now we're talking :)))))) I'll try to be brief (< lying)

yup that's them.

'may need therapy' we all know they do, the 'may' is only there bc they either won't admit it (Aziraphale & Gale) or would have to get dragged kicking & screaming before ultimately weaseling their way out of it looney tunes style (Crowley & Astarion)

Aziraphale is an old man in all aspects except one (biologically), however Crowley is the same age and he would definitely have old man knees. he doesn't know what to do with his joints half of the time due to being snek

yeah there are no books being sold in that bookshop fgfjkfggnv. like, it's all first editions and what-not so i totally get not wanting to give any away but then why open a shop??? instead of a collection???

yk what, fair enough. Crowley is a noodle, those arms aren't doing much more opening doors for his angel. tbf he can lift multiple potted plants at once but that's more spite than anything

i could also totally see Astarion doing the Crowley Walk(TM)

"fuck the gods that did nothing for us. what if we chose each other vibes" so true, no notes.

aziraphale doesn't have a pet (yet) but I think he would love a cat (I mean, he's got Crowley hanging around, basically the same). A tressym is just a very peculiar step up from that (consider: it has it's own wings to match him and Crowley, which is really adorable!!)

crowley's hissy fits are great and can likewise be replaced with Astarion's.

similiar additions which would probably still be in character:

C slammed Aziraphale into a wall for calling him nice

C went out into the middle of the street when he got really frustrated/anxious and exploded lightning from his body

C agreed to take care of the bookshop, not selling any books etc. but tossed any books he was holding into some corner whenever

both of them evaded the immediate ire of their higher ups by pointing out a technicality that amounted to 'this word is explained to be different from the one you're using, but through a miniscule footnote on the last page of this giagantic book'

Aziraphale has an incredible hard time overcoming the trauma and toxic mindset upheld by his superiors, including how he views himself and his partner (that one's just sad, sry)

Solid ground for a hypothesis I'd say :))

#being so normal rn #i need to work on uni stuff i cannot start another drawing-- *hand's already twitching towards my pen* #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #baldur's gate 3 #bg3 astarion #astarion ancunin #bg3 gale #gale of waterdeep #bloodweave

[thegeekyartist]

"Because you and Mr. Fell don't ever talk to each other... You never say what you're really thinking."

I know Nina and Maggie are talking about Aziraphale and Crowley's romantic feelings here, but I think it goes so much deeper than that. Crowley and Aziraphale are both so good at assuming the other person just knows what the other has been through. They never give the reasons for the huge decisions they make for the sake of one another because they assume that the other person will just immediately understand their reasoning.

Crowley never told Aziraphale about what Gabriel said before casting "Aziraphale" into hellfire. He didn't tell him about Armageddon 2.0 or The Book of Life. In fact, he didn't tell him any of the things he learned about Gabriel in Heaven.

Crowley doesn't trust Gabriel to be in the shop again - why would he? But Aziraphale doesn't even understand just how personal it is to him because Crowley never told him.

Crowley is too afraid to do a single thing that could harm "the peaceful, fragile existence" he's carved out for the both of them, that he never gives Aziraphale the full picture! He gives enough information that allows the two of them to continue living in the same manner they always have - working well together to save the day while avoiding the big fucking whale in the room.

Even after Maggie and Nina's intervention, Crowley still isn't saying what he really wants to say! It's why he doesn't outright say "I love you" to Aziraphale, even if to him it's clear! He's trying to lay everything out on the table while essentially saying "it'll be just the two of us, just as it's always been and everything will be fine."

And Aziraphale is no better.

Every. Choice. He. Makes - he does so with Crowley in mind. Even before The Beginning, we see him try to protect Crowley, to get him to stop asking questions so he doesn't get hurt.

Aziraphale has always believed Crowley to be good, and he knows how miserable he was in Hell after he Fell. It's pretty clear both in the first and second seasons that Aziraphale doesn't see Crowley as a "true" demon - he's always been a good angel with the wrong title.

It's why he's constantly trying to get Crowley to admit that he's nice, that he cares - he's saying that he knows who Crowley is on the inside, and wants to help him regain the status he once had so that he can act on these feelings without punishment.

And yes, I believe Aziraphale includes their love for one another in that.

So when the Metatron tells Aziraphale that he could reinstate Crowley's angelhood, that he could give Crowley back everything he once had AND stay by his side - of course that's what finally convinces him to say yes.

But Aziraphale never explains any of this to Crowley. He expects that Crowley will understand, that he'll know that Aziraphale is doing all of this for him - to allow him to ask the questions and make the changes he's been talking about from the moment they met.

It's why the "nothing lasts forever" hurts even more. To Aziraphale, it means, "I don't need the bookshop if I can be with you and make you happy again", but to Crowley, he's saying "We were never going to last, no matter what we did."

If they just talked to each other, none of this would be happening!

I'm gonna fucking scream.

#this got so long #I know this is word vomit but I have so many Thoughts bouncing around right now #they make me physically ill I love them sm #good omens #good omens meta #good omens spoilers #good omens s2 #good omens s2 spoilers

[random-weirdo]

This originally started out as a s3 Crowley outfit idea and then turned into something else, so here's my brain blurt.

What if, in season three, Crowley's fashion style becomes a little more relaxed, or laid back. Like-

he would still wear his tight-women's skinny jeans and small black turtlenecks and blazer-jacket-things and shoelace-tie, but he would wear large t-shirts, and baggy pants or long skirts from time to time.

And maybe he would do that because he doesn't feel the need to be dark, evil and mysterious anymore, now that he officially is no longer on "Hell's side".

And maybe he dresses like that because he picks up some of Nina and Maggie's, and maybe even Anathema's style.

And maybe he also grows his hair out and let's it fade, maybe he has long hair again, with the slightest pinkish-ginger undertone to it.

And maybe he's more emotional, and less closed off because of Nina and Maggie.

And maybe one day, after Crowley got his still-empty apartment back, he decided to visit The Bookshop. So, he got into The Bentley and drove to Whickber Street. The car drive would be silent except for the quiet sounds of the motor and the slightly louder sounds of the traffic outside.

And maybe once he gets to Whickber Street, he parks outside Give me Coffee or Give me Death and looks at The Bookshop from across the road. And while he looks at The Bookshop, he spots Muriel in the window, reading a Jane Austen book in Aziraphale's study. On the armchair he used to sit in and study his first editions while Crowley would sit and watch him on the small sofa next to it in the corner.

Maybe as Crowley watches Muriel read their book through the window he smiles. not a grin, a small smile. And it isn't a happy smile, or maybe it is.

Maybe it's a sad one, looking back on the memories and silently wishing they had last for eternity.

And maybe, as he was doing that, Nina walked out of her coffee shop, and banged on the windows, but got no reply. Maybe she continued, and eventually Crowley noticed, and rolled down the window. "What."

Maybe Nina would roll her eyes, but smile. and say: "six shots?" And when Crowley would nod slightly in silence, Nina would walk back inside her coffee shop, and walk back out a few minutes later with a takeaway cup, filled with six shots of espresso.

But maybe before Crowley could take it from his open window, Nina walks around the other side of The Bentley and gets in.

Maybe they wouldn't say anything to each other the whole time they sat in The Bentley with each other.

And maybe someone just being there was enough for Crowley.

And maybe, hopefully, that was the start of a new story, perhaps of friendship and healing.

And maybe a few months of healing and looking after an old bookshop with an angel who would grow to be like a child to Crowley.

And perhaps Crowley, Nina and Maggie grow a friendship, which forces Crowley to open up a little. But he doesn't really care.

And he would trust them.

And perhaps, one oddly sunny spring day, Crowley picks up his daily six shots of espresso from Give me Coffee or Give me Death, and as he walks across the road back to The Bookshop, he notices something.

The pub.

The elevator.

it opens.

And out comes an archangel.

A blonde one.

The archangel looks around, taking in the sights of the street he used to live in, and walks across the road.

Towards The Bookshop.

Crowley is stood outside The Bookshop door, looking at Aziraphale.

Aziraphale looks up to Crowley from the bottom of the front steps.

"Crowley." He says.

"Angel." Crowley replies.

A small smile is exchanged, and they both walk into The Bookshop together in silence.

Whatever the hell I just wrote was very heavily inspired by @goosetooths art, and Muriel's Stories by rayvennswritingdesk on Ao3!!

Anywayyyy hope u like it,, I will admit, I did get lazy a the end, so idk if this is any good and I wrote it at like 2:30-3 am ssoooooooooo.....

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2 #aziracrow #good omens season 3 #david tennant #michael sheen #womp #watched doctor who and teared up while writing this #this was just a random ass rant/mess of things I wanted to blurt out and post #but anyway #I liked writing this #I hope it makes sense #and is at least okay #also #I feel like I have to say this even if it (it probably will) flop #but #DO NOT SHOW THIS TO NEIL GAIMAN #or I will eat your kneecaps #:) #okay #bye bye

[straightupsickfics]

A soft fall prompt for ineffable husbands: Rain 🌧️ / Leaves 🍁 / Warm drinks ☕️. Any combination of these would be so cute, ty friend 🤎

some soft, soggy angel for you <3

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"Angel, you're soaked," Crowley frowns as Aziraphale comes hurrying back into the bookshop, hair and coat dripping with rain. He's carrying two to-go cups with him, courtesy of the cafe across the street, and he's shivering enough that they're trembling somewhat ominously in his grip.

Aziraphale lifts his eyebrows in surprise, as though he hadn't even noticed. Probably hadn't, actually, too excited about whatever new treat he'd clearly just discovered.

"Just a little," Aziraphale tells him. "Look! Peppermint! That's for me. Black coffee for you. I'd have gotten you something more festive but I know—"

Crowley reaches out and takes both cups from the angel just in time for a sneeze to shiver through him, quick and damp and followed by a handful of sniffles.

"hh'Eishh'oo! Oh, excuse me, snf!"

"You were already under the weather, angel, you should've told me you wanted something—" Crowley starts.

"Oh, don't, it's quite alright my dear, it's just a chill. Even humans don't actually get sick from the rain, you know that's just an old myth."

Crowley's frown intensifies for a moment, but then he exhales, relaxing. There's really no point in arguing; Aziraphale's back now and what's done is done.

"Well, at least let me help you out of those wet things," Crowley offers. "M'sure you don't want to drag wet leaves through your shop," he adds, gesturing to his shoes when he can see Aziraphale gearing up to tell him it's not necessary.

Crowley sets the cups down on the small wooden table beside Aziraphale's overstuffed armchair, then turns back to where Aziraphale is rubbing at his nose. He's still shivering, and the desire to miracle him right back to health is almost overwhelming. It doesn't work like that, though. Unfortunately even angels have to recover the old fashioned way.

"Here," Crowley says, reaching gently around and helping Aziraphale out of his wet coat. His shirt is a little damp, too, and he runs his arms down the length of the angel's arms and chest, warming him through with his touch.

"Oh! Well, that is very nice," Aziraphale admits, cheeks turning pink from warmth or affection or both, and something inside Crowley goes warm, too, at being able to help him like this.

Aziraphale sits on his chair and lets Crowley help him take his shoes off, adding another little flourish of warmth through his socks for good measure. He might not be able to make him feel better, but he can make whatever fall cold Aziraphale has more bearable, anyway.

"h'Ushh'iew!"

Crowley drops a kiss to his nose in place of a bless you, which earns him a fond little smile. "You know, I think I am a little cold, now that I think about it." Aziraphale says, smiling pointedly up at Crowley.

"Mm?"

"Perhaps you should..." Aziraphale gives him another little look and Crowley rolls his eyes, but does what he knows Aziraphale wants and curls himself up just so on his lap.

"You know you can use your words, Angel, you certainly know more than enough of them," he teases, nuzzling into Aziraphale's hair. "Warm enough now?"

"Yes, well. This worked out as intended, I think," Aziraphale says with a congested little sigh. "Here, now, at least try this, it's delightful..."

Crowley accepts the coffee cup, taking a small, quick sip. He's not sure if angels and demons can share germs, but he figures they're well past that now, anyway.

"I'll let you enjoy that," Crowley says, making a face. "I'm good for now."

"Mm, me, too," Aziraphale agrees, letting his head rest against Crowley's shoulder, his eyes falling shut for a long minute. He probably won't sleep, Crowley knows, but they're both more than content to spend the rest of the afternoon just like this, curled up together while the rain falls steadily outside.

#softersteve #good//omens #my fic

[angelic-omega]

Dom!Crowley x Sub!Aziraphale x Sub!Reader

(Amab Crowley, Afab Aziraphale, and Afab Reader) GN!Reader!

Sloppy kissing, Sloppy oral, Clothed Dom naked Sub, Cumplay, Degradation, Praise, Multiple Orgasms, Chubby Aziraphale, Chubby Reader, They/Them Reader, He/Him Aziraphale, He/They Crowley, Crowley’s Forked Tongue, Some Overstimulation, Fingering, Light Spanking, Face Sitting, Creampie

!!!MINORS DNI¡¡¡

The sound of the turning pages filtered through the back room of the overly full bookshop. You found yourself sitting cross legged on the small sofa, peeking over the edge of your novel to look at Aziraphale in his comfortable chair. His reading glasses had slipped cutely down the bridge of his nose and you couldn’t help but adjust your own upon seeing it. You watched the light catch on his golden ring as he turned the next page and you let out a sigh. Shifting on the couch to get more comfortable you tried to focus on the task at hand. Crowley had left some time ago and you were anxious for his return. Aziraphale and Crowley were rarely apart, but Crowley had laid down for the night so for the time being you were left to your own devices. Which resulted in a bubbly conversation involving Kipling which had slowly dwindled to the making of hot chocolate and sitting down to read a good book.

You sat opposite one another as you both read in relative silence. The old record player could be heard lightly from where it’s needle drug across the vinyl, it’s cacophonous melody swimming pleasantly through the shop settled you both. The only sound between you was your own bated breath and the turning of pages. You were trying your best to focus on the words written before your very eyes, but found your gaze wandering to Aziraphale. When he had first taken you under his wing and allowed you to stay at the bookshop you had been curious as to why. Over time you pushed the question to the back of your mind but now you couldn’t help but let your mind wander.

At first you had thought it was merely him being his angelic self. However, you now had to ask yourself why he had allowed you to become such an integral part of his daily life. Clearly the two of you shared some sort of deeper connection? Or was it just your imagination running wild? You found yourself thinking back to something which had occurred a few months or so ago. You two had not discussed what had happened besides ensuring the other had not been too startled that night. That night the two of you had been drinking away within the bookshop and being a lightweight you had found yourself more affected than you cared to admit. Crowley had found your drunken stupor particularly intriguing and had embarked on a little game. The demon was naturally quite curious when it came to you, as you often found yourself too tongue tied to say much of anything in his presence. Something Aziraphale had assured you, you would grow used to eventually. However, finding yourself drunk enough to sprawl next to Crowley on the sofa you were left quite exposed. You hadn’t meant to answer such a question but it had slipped out before your brain could catch up. Crowley had asked “What sort of human bits do you prefer?”

And without a second thought in your head to stop you, you had pushed a rush of air through your lips and lightly replied, “The ummm holes? No use having anything dangling about! Not like I’d use it anyway!”

All eyes had been on you as you had continued “Handy I guess since then you both could have your way with me! No fuss at all really…”

The record which had been playing had come to a sudden stop and the air in the room had shifted. In your drunken state you had stumbled up from the couch and brazenly steadied yourself on Aziraphale’s thick thighs. You had giggled at your clumsy display before you reverently reached out to move your hands closer to where those two legs connected. Crowley had leaned forward in his seat and watched aptly as your curious hands had found their mark. You had pressed them curiously against the flat expanse of tan clad pelvis in front of you. You gasped as your fingers met nothing discernible between the Angel’s legs. As you slipped them further down to press at the seam of his pants he had sharply inhaled, drawing your eyes away to stare blankly into his own.

You had darted from the room only to trip and fall over a rogue stack of books, landing firmly on your front and spilling your abandoned whiskey with your foot. Crowley had been swift in miracling the mess away and helping you to your feet. He smirked down at you and had teased, “Well, that’s one way to find out”

It was then that you found yourself feeling suddenly sober, as you looked into those piercing yellow eyes. Looking between the two of them the words and actions of your inebriated self had come rushing back to you. You had pulled away from the Demons grasp and had curled into a ball on the sofa. No one had spoken on the matter since, but that night everyone had sobered up and moved the festivities into going out for a nice dinner. Since then it had scratched at the back of your mind until you finally found yourself wondering once again. Was that a good gasp or a bad gasp? Surely if Aziraphale had not been comfortable with such brazen groping he would have put a stop to things? Maybe he was just as curious as you had been when feeling around…

You weren’t the best at making moves but while Crowley was away you found yourself feeling less shy. The demon had quite the affect on you both but you still wanted to know more about Aziraphale. You hadn’t paid much thought to him prior to that night. He was just a very sweet being who had taken you in and given you a place to sleep and meals to eat! He was an Angel, supposedly sexless but apparently not. You couldn’t help but wonder if he had kept genitals purely for aesthetic purposes but now as you folded your book closed and studied him closer…you wondered if it wasn’t just aesthetic.

“About the other night…” you softly began, toying absentmindedly with the hem of your shirt before you continued, “I have to ask! Are they- is it purely for looks or do you? You know? Make use of it?”

You watched as he squirmed in his seat, letting out a shakey sigh before flipping the page. It was only then that he looked your way with a slightly trepidatious expression. He studied you for a moment in which you felt your heart would seize in your chest, before he closed the book and softly responded, “I assume you mean my umm parts?”

You nodded your head and scooted minutely closer to the edge of the couch as you hung on his every word. Why you were so curious you weren’t quite sure but your gaze was unwavering as he continued, “Well partly they are aesthetic as I find clothing tends to not fit as well without! As for making use of my genitals it’s purely natural to wish to do so! Part of the human experience would be erm pleasures of the flesh”

“But you’re not human?” You interjected, coming to stand beside him as you leaned closer.

He blushed lightly as he looked away and worked on removing his glasses. As he set them down on the desk nearby he meekly replied, “Well you know me! I find human experiences quite thrilling, so I assume it is of no surprise I would…indulge.”

It was your turn to gasp at the truth unfolding before you. He shyly looked away and steadied himself, hands firmly smoothing out the wrinkles of his waistcoat before he peered up at you once again. He motioned for you to follow him into one of the further rooms and you silently did as you were asked. You were astonished as he pulled the door open to reveal a plush looking bed next to a small chest of sorts. You stood awkwardly in the doorway for a moment or so before he patted the bed and you reluctantly came to sit on the far corner. He got to his knees near the chest and removed a black bag from within, which he then handed to you with a coy smile. The fabric was a rich, soft velvet with red drawstrings cinched tightly closed. It didn’t take a lot of mental strain to conclude what was inside the bag. The weight of the object within was heavy and felt curiously phallic in nature. You were sat frozen with the device in your hands as Aziraphale stood and awkwardly watched the pieces click into place.

He was twisting the ring around his finger, a nervous habit he couldn’t seem to break. Apparently he had plenty of human habits! Human habits that required the use of this particular room, which until today you had never stepped foot inside. There was a small window in the far end of the room with its curtain gaping slightly open for a beam of sunlight to stream in through. The way it encompassed him as he stepped off to the side made him look more ethereal than normal. He was shyly peeking up at you as you held the concealed object in both hands, letting the hefty weight press against your palms as you took it all in. You looked to one another for a few tense moments before he stepped cautiously closer and cheekily smiled. Reaching out to gently run a warm palm down your clothed arm until it reached your still slightly outstretched hands. Gingerly he took the toy back from you as you let out a pleased sigh.

The feelings stirring inside you were odd. Aziraphale had always looked and acted quite similar to you which had made you like two peas in a pod! Now you were realizing the two of you were vastly more similar than you had previously imagined. You had always assumed because he was an Angel he would not be privy to such desires, but here he stood before you with flushed cheeks and a vibrator in his hands. He was smiling that small coy smile he got sometimes around Crowley, the one he’d shyly give the demon before doing something bold like giving them a kiss on the cheek. With lightly trembling hands he pulled the bag open, pulling the toy out into the open and coming to stand almost directly in front of you. Without thinking you reached out to take it from him, your fingers brushing as he politely handed it over.

Inspecting it closer than you had before you ran a finger over the small raised bumps down the shaft of the toy. You were immensely curious as you rubbed your thumb over the power button, hovering it there for a few moments before you looked back up to Aziraphale. Movement had caught your attention in your peripheral vision and as you looked up at him from your position on the bed you noticed he was undoing his bow tie. The room was feeling rather heated as you felt yourself flush at the implications. Certainly he wasn’t suggesting what you thought he was? How could you be sure he wanted something like that from you? How to break the news to him that you weren’t very take charge at all in the bedroom.

For a moment, as he looked down at you and raised a brow, you wondered if maybe he was going to take the dominant role. You could never truly tell about someone after all. However, watching his trembling hands pulling his bow tie free you gathered he was just as eager as you. You couldn’t move, you sat frozen on the bed as he shyly turned away to undo his slacks. Pushing them down in one swift motion before hanging them neatly over the end of the bed, he batted his eyes at you over his shoulder. You knew that look. You had USED that look. Smiling back at him you shifted further on the bed, broadly gesturing for him to join you as he stripped bare from the waist down. The bed dipped in the middle as he climbed gracefully atop the plush sheets, crawling towards you determinedly he came to his knees in front of you. Sitting up to press closer you set the toy aside for a moment, letting your hands explore the front of his chest and further down across the swell of his stomach.

He let out a shakey breath as his hands came to rest on your shoulders to steady himself. Taking that as a sign to become bolder you pulled him closer gently by the waist. Fingers digging into the plus flesh of his sides as you sweetly nuzzled your nose against his flushed cheek. Giving a small contented hum you waited a second or two before bringing your lips together. As you kissed you shifted even closer, letting him almost straddle one of you thighs as your arms wrapped fully around his middle. Clutching at his back you heard him moan lightly into the kiss, tilting his head to give you better access. Soon you found yourself desperately pressing closer as you tried your best to keep your hips still. Without breaking the kiss you adjusted positions, coming to sit up on your knees as well to make your next move easier. As gently as you could you guided him to lay on his back, letting you climb gingerly on top of him. It felt thrilling to have your legs on either side of his hips as you continued to kiss, with his hands fluttering from your thighs to your own hips. Finally as your head began to swim you pulled away from the kiss, looking down with lust as you watched him staring down to your spit slick lips before dragging his hooded eyes up to your own.

This time when you leaned down into his personal space you pressed chest to chest, lightly dragging your blunt nails across his stomach as you lifted his shirt up. The skin you found below the fabric was warm and feeling him arch into your touch had you moaning into the kiss. Feeling overwhelmed and wanting to please him, you pulled away with a wet smack of lips. You rolled your hips as if you were fucking yourself onto him before you took a sharp breath. As you worked your hands further under his shirt and vest you brought your lips to the side of his jaw. You stilled your movements as you lightly drug your lips down the column of his throat, teeth scraping against the side of his neck as he let out a whine. Nipping carefully at his pulse point you felt a shiver go down your spine and the sultry moan he let out in response. Emboldened by his eagerness you dug your teeth in a little harder, worrying the flesh between your teeth as he squirmed below you.

“Please! Oh!” Aziraphale’s voice warbled out into the room, desperation echoing off the golden walls as the sun momentarily went behind a cloud.

Lifting your head as the light suddenly streamed back in you gave a small laugh. Pulling your hands out from under his shirt as you sat back on your haunches you shyly whispered, “Give me a second.”

Now it was his turn to giggle at your overly eager kissing, bringing his hands down to rest across his chest as you leaned over to fumble for the toy. Once it was in your hand you climbed off his hips, guiding him to raise one of his legs to make room for you between them. It came to rest heavily on your shoulder as you tentatively smoothed your free hand down his thigh. He watched curiously on as you gently cupped him between his legs, smoothing the palm of your hand up and down the warm and willing folds. He let out a breathy sigh as you kept a steady pace, feeling the slightly damp flesh between his legs as you both stared at your hand mesmerized.

Nervous but wanting to move things along you removed your hand from between his legs, slipping it into the crook of his knee and bending the other leg back. With better access granted to his pink holes you guided the vibrator into your open mouth. Thrusting it in and out to let the salvia pool around the silicone you gave his thigh a reassuring squeeze. After only a few moments of running your lips and tongue across its surface it became slicked enough to pull it free. A large strand of drool connected your bottom lip to the very tip of the vibrator, your salvia dripping down the entire length of it to roll onto your hand. With the toy sufficiently slicked and Aziraphale’s effort glistening in the sunlight, you brought the toy between his legs. He bit his lip and let his head tip slowly back as you drug the very end of the toy along his slick folds. In one slow push you let the toy spread his lips open, thumb hovering over the button as you watched him wiggle on the bed. It felt surreal seeing him glistening with a thin layer of sweat in the early morning sun. His clit was slightly smaller than yours where it had engorged at the top of his sex and as you hilted the toy he let out a high pitched whimper. The small wheel attached to the middle of the device pressed firmly against the very tip of his pea sized clit.

You smirked giddily up at him as you brazenly depressed the button, watching aptly as the toy came to life. His hips stuttered up from the bed as he started to lazily grind them in erratic semi circles. Moaning shakily and arching his spine on the bed you began to slowly thrust the toy in and out of his eager hole. He was whining and shaking his head from side to side as you pressed the middle button once again. The wheel began to spin faster, small silicone tongues lapping insistently at his sensitive bud as the toy pulsed in a steady wave. The vibrations started low and slow then grew harsher and faster before the process would start over again. His moans would crescendo alongside the sensations as you kept the vibrator hilted inside him.

You were feeling affected yourself, throbbing between your legs as you watched the toy slowly unravel the Angel below you. Wiggling on the bed you couldn’t help but arch a little too, hips pressing back as you nuzzled the calf draped across your shoulder. Soon you were both shifting your hips as his moans rang through the room and made your head go all fuzzy. It was around then that you heard the door creak open…

With eyes wide and a startled gasp leaving your lips you turned to see Crowley leaning casually against the doorframe with a small box of chocolates in his hand. Tossing the ornate box with a small golden ribbon tied around it, onto the small table near the entrance of the room he purred, “Having a little fun while the big bad demon is away I see?”

“Crowley?!” You both gasped in unison as Aziraphale brought one hand up to cover his face and the other to clutch at his heaving chest.

You sat frozen on the bed. Your heart was pounding in your chest and the toy was still buzzing away inside Aziraphale as he sauntered into the room. Kicking the door shut behind him, you watched intently as he came to stand over by the edge of the bed. His sunglasses slid down the bridge of his nose to reveal his hungry eyes as they trailed slowly over you both. You couldn’t help but whine at the heated look he shot your way. There was a tense moment shared between the three of you before he snapped his fingers with a smirk. The sudden burst of demonic energy sizzled across your pale skin as both of you were exposed to the room. Aziraphale arched his now fully nude body closer to you as he looked towards Crowley looming above the bed.

Cloaked in nothing but the warmth of the sunlight pouring in through the crack in the pastel blue curtains, you looked to him as well. Shivering under the intensity of his stare you unconsciously shifted your hips on the bed. Trying to helplessly ease the ache between your legs as his smile broadened and he stepped assuredly closer. You couldn’t help but let out a small moan as his hands founds their place on your waist. His grip tightened as he climbed onto the bed behind you, lifting you up onto all fours. Humming appreciatively as you arched your back towards him, he scooted closer to teasingly rub his clothed erection against the crack of your raised ass. You whined and shifted your hips back but his grip on your waist kept you in place. Leaning back to run his hands down your sides and across your hips, Aziraphale’s moans picked up once again as those hands reached your thighs. Digging his thumbs in and spreading the flesh before him he commanded, “Keep going and stay still.”

Nodding your head and biting your lip you turned your attention back to Aziraphale. You were closer now and could see how his slick was leaking around the toy inside, how his chest was rising and falling rapidly. How his hands clutched uselessly at the bedspread before he tipped his hips up and grabbed the backs of his own thighs. This granted you better access and made it easier for one of Crowley’s curious hands to press down on the middle of you back, forcing you to bend further. The teasing touches from Crowley only fueled the fire between your legs and you couldn’t help but blush as he spread your cheeks once again. You could feel how wet you were and knew there was no denying how deeply arousing you found his presence. As soon as he let out a pleased growl behind you, you felt another pearl of slick drip down your folds to dangle wetly between your spread legs. At the sight of it Crowley chuckled amusedly before he teased, “Eager are we?”

“Delicious,” he slipped a hand down to rub gently across your slick sex before pulling it away as he continued, “look at the two of you~”

You both whined at the praise. Then Crowley teased your slick entrance with one of his long fingers, leaning closer to whisper, “Turn the toy down a few speeds.”

Aziraphale was nearing the edge as you immediately obeyed, clicking the minus button twice and listening to the Angel whimper above you. He adjusted his grip on his legs as he looked down to the both of you with a hazy pout. You only had a moment to return his stare before your eyes rolled back in your head at the slow press of Crowley’s finger within you. It seemed to go on and on. Crooked finger sliding deeper and deeper until you gasped and shuddered on the bed. The demon let out a hiss as you tried to push your hips back, reminding you to stay still as you whimpered and froze. Aziraphale was not fairing much better and soon enough he was tossing his head from side to side and begging, “oh please?! Please?! Crroooowwwleeey!!”

He whined the demons name long and loud, shifting his hips the best he could on the bed as he tried and failed to push over the edge. The toy was not enough to send him over on such a low setting but it was doing an excellent job of keeping him close. Writhing in ecstasy and torture alike Aziraphale whimpered and begged once again, “Please?! Please!! I-I can’t?!”

“You can Angel.” Crowley gritted out through clenched teeth which were quick to tease across the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.

Slipping a second finger inside and crooking them both, he began lazily thrusting them in and out. Teeth still nibbling at your quickly bruising skin your head started swimming. Each delightful little pinch of teeth sent a flash of warmth cascading through your very veins. The fingers picking up their pace certainly didn’t help you in your lost cause to keep quiet. Soon with every nip of teeth and press of fingers you were gasping and moaning into the room. Whining as he switched to placing teasing bites up your neglected thigh he paused to admire his work before he purred, “Keep still for me,”

He grabbed your hip and pulled you closer to his face; breathing the next command directly against your enlarged clit as he said, “and when you cum I want you to turn the toy back up.”

Before you could even fully process the words you were crying out as his fingers crooked harder within you. Jerking in his grasp at the first press of that slick forked tongue lapping at the very tip of your clit. Letting the forked tips fall on either side as his fingers continued to thrust against that special spot inside you whined and whimpered almost as desperately as Aziraphale. With both your hungry moans filling the air of the room like the sunlight itself the demon shifted closer yet. Wrapping his lips around your pink little button and giving it a small suck. Eyes rolling in pleasure as your legs started to tremble with the effort of remaining still, all too soon he was pulling off. Whining long and loud as those slick fingers slipped free you flushed at his heated command, “Hump my tongue, Lovely.”

Whimpering as he extended the long appendage so that the base of the tongue pressed against your opening and the twin forks wrapped around your sensitive clit, you did as you were asked. Hips working slowly at first then faster and faster as you felt the pleasure building to a dangerous level. You were going out of your mind at the feeling of those two ends flicking up and down with every push of your hips. Sliding your clit between them as they undulated on either side while the very back of the demons flexible tongue teased at your leaking hole. It wasn’t long before all that pent up energy was reaching a super nova of pleasure. Trembling as you let out little breathy moans and pants, with what little brain capacity you had left you pressed the button. Turning the vibrations of the toy back up two speeds which sent Aziraphale spiraling headfirst into a powerful orgasm right behind your own. You throbbed and pulsed as your hips continued to twitch sporadically back onto the demons dexterous tongue. Whining and jerking in his grasp as he cruel kept teasing your over sensitive nerves with the very tips. You stilled your hips as you came down from your own orgasm, watching hazily as Aziraphale’s moans elevating in pitch as he found himself sensitive as well. Still catching your breath as the demon pulled their tongue away from the burning nerves at the very top of your slit, you pulled the toy slightly out and away from Aziraphale’s own swollen little nub. The wheel was spinning and you watched it turn as Crowley took the opportunity to spear you with his now sloppily wet tongue. You called out brokenly as it found its way deep inside in one quick thrust. His pleased growl reverberated against the pink flesh where his tongue spread you open, sending another flash of heat through your very core. Shivering at the sound of his rough voice pressed against your sex you whimpered desperately as his tongue began to flex and pulse within you. You had never felt anything quite like it and soon enough you felt the pleasure building up once again.

Aziraphale was panting above you as the vibrator continued to press against his own nerves. Soon you felt emboldened by his pleasured moans which mingled with your own eager sounds and pressed the toy forward once again. With the demon rolling their tongue in waves and the high pitched wails of pleasure filling your ears you let out a startled gasp as you found yourself on the edge. Your breath caught as you balanced there at the very edge of what promised to be a violently powerful climax before you let out the loudest moan yet. Both Crowley’s hands came up to grasp at your bitten thighs and that sent you tumbling headfirst into a second orgasm. As the first wave of pleasure crested the demon cheekily brought one hand up the inside of your thigh to press two fingers firmly against your throbbing clit. The other raised high into the air before coming down hard across the supple flesh of your ass. The sting of the slap mingled with the endless waves of your orgasm which had you seeing spots in the corners of your vision.

As you felt the pleasure ebb and flow away for the second time, that long tongue was slowly and teasingly pulled free from your thoroughly used pussy. Trailing a long strand of slick and spit from the tips of the demons forked tongue to your warm and wet slit. As it finally pulled completely free Aziraphale arched on the bed and let out a small shout, his legs trembled and threatened to close as he whined needily with his head tossed back. Crowley sat up and watched as the pleasure faded and his fried nerves began to protest. You went to sympathetically turn the vibrations down when Crowley fisted a hand roughly in your hair and hissed, “Sssstop. You’ll turn it off when I Sssay you can.”

Peering back at him over your shoulder you shyly mumbled “yes, sir.”

“Good~” Crowley praised as he let your head drop back into its natural place, smoothing a hand down your spine as he continued to watch.

Aziraphale’s was writhing below you both as he practically screamed with every turn of the wheel. His eyes which were clouded by lust and desperation met Crowley’s own as he continued to tremble and shake. His legs dropped to either side of you as his hips lifted up off the bed in an attempt to get away from the onslaught of pleasure, but he made no move to beg until he heard Crowley speak once again. Gripping tightly at your waist and bringing his hips closer to your exposed ass once again he suggested, “why don’t you turn it up?”

“NO?! Please?! PLEASE!!!” Aziraphale cried out before your finger could depress the button, tears threatening to spill down his ruddy cheeks as he whimpered.

Taking mercy on the Angel Crowley ground against your ass and lowly whispered, “turn it off and come help me with THIS.”

Aziraphale went limp on the bed as the vibrator finally came to a stop, pulling it free from his slick hole you handed it off to him before peaking back at Crowley. His hands which had been firmly holding you by the waist slipped down to your hips before sliding off you entirely. Sprawling across the very end of the bed you were quick to fall to your knees below him and begin unfastening his belt. As you undid the button and pulled the zipper down he let out a small grunt and raised his hips toward you. Pulling everything down enough to free his rigid cock proved harder than anticipated but with a little elbow grease you managed to get the pants down to his thighs. Scooting closer and letting your knee slip between his slim ankles you leaned closer to pull at the hem of his boxers with your teeth. Hooking a finger under the waistband you slowly guided them down as well. Your eyes hungrily took in the sizeable effort before you greedily ran your lips from the base of the shaft all the way to the very tip. Reaching out to grab hold of the shaft and steady it, you parted your lips and took the very tip into your mouth. Bobbing your head over the very top half of his cock a few times, you pulled off for a second to run your tongue teasingly along the underside before swallowing it back down. This time you removed your hand, placing both palms flat on his thighs as you set up a steady pace. Slowly moving up and down the turgid flesh between your lips you let him slip further and further back. Soon you were taking him almost all the way to the base. Drool dripping down the shaft and onto his exposed balls you reached a hand out to feel their heft and weight as you held yourself pressed as far back as you could go. He groaned and ran a hand through your hair encouragingly as you did so. Pulling off to catch your breath you moaned as you plunged back down once again, overcome with the full sensation across your tongue. Soon you were moving faster as you continued to let out pleased little hums around his thick cock. It wasn’t until you heard shifting on the bed that you paused to see Aziraphale climbing to the floor as well. On still trembling legs he slid to his knees beside you, gently touching your cheek and guiding you to pull all the way off the demons spit slick cock.

You then watched as he leaned across to take him into his own mouth, causing Crowley to let out a rough growl which caused you both to squirm below him. While Aziraphale worked the shaft with his mouth and tongue you leaned closer to suck one of the demons slick balls into your mouth as well. Rolling it around your tongue before doing the same to the next. You switched between the two as Aziraphale bobbed his head faster and faster. Crowley fisted a hand in the Angel’s hair as he let out a breathy moan. Aziraphale coyly pulled off once again as you both looked to one another you leaned in together. Sliding both sets up lips up and down either side of his cock you worked your tongues over the underside. Occasionally the tips of them would brush each other as you moved together. Feeling confident in the demons steadily increasing sounds of pleasure you reached a hand up to palm at the leaking tip of his cock. Rubbing two fingers across the slick head in circles before pressing firmer against the sensitive flesh. Aziraphale brought a hand up as well, encircling the bottom half of his shaft before moving his mouth up to the very tip. You found yourself doing the same. Joint hands stroking the bottom and top half of his erection as you left only the head free to explore with your wandering tongues. The slick sounds filled the room as your conjoined saliva slicked the way for your tight strokes. Flicking your tongues fast and rough against the sensitive tip had Crowley arching his hips forward, thrusting erratically as he groaned. When you tightened your grip around his cock and lightly rolled his balls around in your free hand he cursed, “Ssssshit! FUCK?! You Basssstardsss?!”

It was then that he thrusted forward once again, then twice, then on the third thrust he shook lightly as his cock throbbed. Wet pulses of hot white cum flooded out as you both continued to work him through it. The sticky fluid coated your lips and cheeks as you both kept your steady pace before slowing down your greedy tongues. Loosening your grip on his shaft you lazily lapped up the last dredges of the demons orgasm as they panted and caught their breath above you. Two possessive hands reached down to press against the back of your heads, forcing you and Aziraphale to touch noses. Giggling giddily as you shyly looked up to Crowley, you both were quick to let his hands guide you closer. You moaned as Aziraphale’s lips met your own, kissing for more than a few moments before Crowley growled in frustration above you. Tugging lightly at your hair had you both whining into the kiss and when your mouth opened Aziraphale took the opportunity to slip his tongue tentatively inside. Moaning around it you swirled your own tongue along the underside of his, eyes squeezing shut as the tip of the Angels tongue flicked teasingly against the roof of your mouth. Sending sparks of sensation down your spine and causing your hands to clutch eagerly at his upper arms. As the kiss was deepened he moved his hands around your waist and pulled you closer, making sure you were firmly straddling his thigh before he broke away. Crowley smirked approvingly down at the both of you and as you tilted your head to look into his golden eyes Aziraphale began lapping at the cum coating your lips and cheek. Turning back to the task at hand you gripped the back of Aziraphale’s neck and returned the favor. Closing your eyes you let the salty taste wash over your tongue as you did your best to catch every drop.

When you finished Aziraphale’s greedily pulled you even closer, grinding against your own leg as he grabbed tightly at your hips and guided you into doing the same. You moaned wantonly at the firmer treatment, shivering as Crowley’s hands guided you both into another passionate kiss. How you found yourself already so worked up and willing was uncertain. All you knew was you were steadily heating up as those strong hands grabbed hold of your hips hard enough to bruise. You found yourself shocked to learn how good of a kisser Aziraphale was. The Angel had you practically melting in his grasp with every careful press of lips and tongue and soon you felt the thigh between your legs growing wetter. As you leaked down onto his thigh he was leaving a patch of wetness across your own. Soon the smooth glide across even smoother skin wasn’t enough and you both broke the kiss to gasp for air. Whimpering into the others neck as you clutched one another tightly.

It was then that you felt Crowley nudge you both gently with his booted foot. Clearing his throat as he raised a brow down at the two of you he demanded, “Enough! On the bed…Now.”

Hastily untangling yourselves from one another, you and Aziraphale were quick to slip past the demon and onto the bed. Crawling on all fours together you let out a shocked sound at the feeling of two demonic hands grabbing you by the hips to hold you closer to the end of the bed. In a flash you found yourself flipped onto your back and you whined at the display of strength. Crowley smiled down at you as he loomed closer to gently trail both hands up the backs of your thighs to spread your legs. Lifting both knees up to your chest to leave your slick holes exposed to him, he stared past you to purr, “Get over here Angel. I’ve got just the place for you~”

As he shifted to his knees once again, using your thighs as leverage to lift himself up, he clicked his tongue at you. Running one hand up and down your soaked lips teasingly he said, “Look how desperate you are. It’s pathetic!”

You flushed at his whispered words, subtly trying to press harder against his teasing fingers as they ran sensually up and down your sex. You moaned excitedly as he suddenly grabbed you by the waist and pulled you closer. Your ankles naturally sitting atop his lithe shoulders as his hard cock slipped over your aching clit. Rubbing his erection through your slick folds to tease you he looked to Aziraphale and then back to you. Silently commanding him to join once again. You reached over your own head to guide him closer until he was left hovering above your face. He reached to prop a pillow under your head and seconds later he was settling over your chin. You closed your eyes as you experimentally opened your mouth and flicked your tongue out. Whining into the space between his legs as Crowley brought his cock down to tease the very tip against your slick entrance. Squirming in hopes of them taking the hint you doubled your efforts with your tongue. Running it up and down the angels wet slit at an ever increasing pace. Occasionally stopping to flick hastily at the bundle of nerves near the top before probing further down. With your nose buried in the depths of him and your tongue pressed tight against his clit you clawed at the bedspread. In one slow and steady push of his hips Crowley had sheathed himself fully inside you. Stretching you almost to your limit before bottoming out and keeping his cock fully inside. With barely any warning at all his pulled his hips back before slamming them harshly back into you. Setting a fast a brutal pace which had all coherent thought leaving your head. Soon all you could do was moan and whine with your tongue left sticking out for Aziraphale to grind against. Every thrust sent a burst of pleasure to your core, a tight knot twisting with every heated touch until Crowley roughly whispered, “Look how well you’re taking it~”

It was those words that had your back arching and you legs trembling as you practically gushed around the demons cock. Not allowing you a second to rest he bent down to lave his forked tongue over one of your pert nipples as he continued to thrust. Hazily you reached a hand up and pressed your palm to Aziraphale’s sex, letting him hump his way closer to his own climax as you shouted and rode out your own. Each thrust of those sinful hips seemed to drag the feelings out for eternity. Pleasure washing over you in wave after wave until finally you stopped tensing and twitching with it. You went completely limp on the bed, barely able to even listen as Aziraphale whimpered and shook above you. Leaning over you to share a passionate kiss with Crowley as he throbbed and pulsed through his own orgasm.

He slowed his thrusts as you both came down from your highs before pulling all the way out of your slick hole. Aziraphale climbed off you as well and you groggily looked up to them as they shifted positions once again. Aziraphale smiled down at you as he came to rest across your waist, kissing his way up your neck as he arched his back towards Crowley. With a grunt they reached out to grab him and thrust into him in one harsh movement, causing Aziraphale to moan against your neck. Wrapping your legs around his waist you shyly pulled him into another kiss. Blissed out and just enjoying the closeness you let him kiss, lick, and nibble at your lips as Crowley’s thrusts became erratic. The wet slap of skin on skin and your own panting breaths were drowned out by the little whines and breathy moans Aziraphale kept pressing to your lips. In a few moments he tipped his head back and in a desperate tone exclaimed “Ahhh~ Crowley I-I’m Close?!”

Growling you watched as one hand reached forward to lightly wrap around the Angels throat, the other slipping down between his legs to press a finger to his clit. Rubbing back and forth and round and round until Aziraphale screamed and trembled. He was sobbing and moaning with every thrust and a few thrusts later Crowley’s hips jerked. His thrusts stuttered to a halt as his cock pulsed wetly inside his Angel who had gone limp on top of you. As you all panted to catch your breath you though to yourself…

What a lovely way to spend a morning?

#good omens x reader #aziraphale x crowley #aziraphale x reader #crowley x reader #top crowley #bottom aziraphale #gn reader #good omens fanfiction

[inkubann]

Good Omens College Au

Because I’m crazy and dislike college

Crowley is a third year botany major who lives off campus. He switched majors from Astronomy during a gap year. He becomes friends with Anathema after enrolling again. She ends up introducing him to Aziraphale after stealing from a party.

Gabriel is part of a fraternity, having pulled a 180 personality change after getting together with Beez/Beelzebub. Aziraphale knows him from Highschool and didn’t like him then either. They find an awkward middle ground later on. Gabriel often tries to invite him to the parties his frat hosts. He tried recruiting Aziraphale for a while.

Anathema is friends with Aziraphale, both having an interest for historical literature. Anathema likes to fill Aziraphale in on any of the gossip she’s overheard and convinces him to go to one of Gabriel’s parties to steal from and leave, leading to him meeting Crowley.

Aziraphale lives off campus and is a third year Literature major. He met Anathema in one of his classes and makes time to meet up with her often. He works at a bookshop near campus with Muriel and enjoys staying in the library whenever he’s able.

Crowley used to work at a mechanic shop with Beez, agreeing to take less hours and payed more if he watched over the bosses’ step-son. Albeit, he enjoys the work, but the father will often ask him to come over at the drop of a dime to watch him. Warlock insists he’s old enough to watch himself at 12, Crowley almost agrees if he hadn’t been watching over him for so long and gotten attached.

Crowley got his antique car via the mechanic shop off of an old man selling it. It had needed tons of work done, Crowley slaving over it for hours before it became his pride and joy, driving it proudly onto campus and making sure he parks far enough away as to not attract any scratches.

Crowley and Aziraphale are both considering PhD’s to possibly teach

Beez was one of Crowley’s supervisors, often getting in arguments. Beez still defends Crowley if necessary and vice versa in dealing with difficult customers.

Crowley has Iris Coloboma in both eyes that makes him sensitive to light, wearing sunglasses most of the time for himself and as not to garner stares for the way his eyes look. His eyes have often been compared to a cat’s or snake’s due to the deformity and color.

Aziraphale owns an extensive jumper collection but in various shades of beige and blue.

Muriel lives on campus with Anathema as their roommate. They used to room with Michael before facing difficulties

Crowley (will never admit it) but already knew Aziraphale, not by name, but because he recognized him as the cute bookstore employee that he would pass by on the way to work

#will do more! #I’m also working on a fic but unsure abt the side plot info #good omens #good omens series 2 #good omens season two #aziracrow #crowley #crowleygoodomens #aziraphale #good omens prime #good omens headcanons #good omens au #college au

[pasquey]

Aziraphale's Choice, or: Activist Infighting

As we were going through the last minutes of season 2 of Good Omens, I looked at my partner and said, "Activist infighting." It was the best encapsulation I had for what seemed at the base of the Aziraphale-Crowley conflict, or at least a large portion of it.

There's been a lot of great analysis on what Heaven means emotionally to Crowley and Aziraphale, how it shows a toxic family dynamic. But the activist angle has been much less explored. It goes like this: for the entire series so far, we've seen how the policies of Heaven sometimes actively harm people and frequently actively prevent them from being helped. Aziraphale has seen this for thousands of years. Suddenly he's given the option of being given enough power within the system to make major changes - heck, we've never heard of any demons being allowed back into Heaven before, and he's immediately given the option of doing so! This isn't fake power, this isn't a figurehead, a joke; this is something that begins with a major concession and that could lead to even more positive changes if Aziraphale plays his cards right.

Or maybe it is a joke. Maybe it's a trap. Maybe they don't intend on giving Aziraphale real power. But they would still, even in that scenario, be giving him information. The only reason the original Armageddon failed to happen is because Crowley had the right connections in Hell to be the one who brought Adam to the hospital. Adam's baby swap was an accident, but one that he was in a position to do intentionally. The process of raising Warlock to hopefully not end the world also depended on Crowley and Aziraphale being in positions where they knew who Warlock was and where to find him. When used correctly, information is its own form of power.

Living a quiet life in a bookshop is nice until the world explodes around you; even if Aziraphale didn't expect the Second Coming to be so soon, he's immortal and knew he would be alive to see it whenever it happened. And unlike Crowley, Aziraphale isn't willing to go off and live on Alpha Centauri with only a single companion. He wants to save the world.

And Heaven offers him a way to. A chance to change how Heaven operates. Even if Aziraphale couldn't tear down the whole system there, he could make progress. Yes, by working with a bunch of assholes with a bad history. Yes, by making compromises. But for the people he could help, it would be worth it.

Aziraphale didn't choose Heaven over Earth. Aziraphale made the choice to go where he could help Earth the most, even if it involved sacrificing the life he'd built there. It was a choice made out of love.

(While Crowley chose the other kind of activism. Crowley says "why vote? both sides are the same anyways. why run for office? you'll never get elected. anyone who tries to make incremental progress is a corporate shill." He's great at helping the person directly in front of him, but when it comes to wider society, he's given up. He has his reasons, of course. But it doesn't escape me that he's still ready to cut and run away from Earth at any moment. He thinks it's romantic for Gabriel and Beelzebub to run off to Alpha Centauri together. Rather than putting down roots, his plants live in his car.)

And yes, Aziraphale has many emotional reasons to hope Heaven can improve. But it's also practical. We've seen how much time he spent trying to hide his good deeds from Gabriel; at least Muriel will be able to be more blatant with hers when he's boss. He can always go back to Earth if it fails, but this offer to change Heaven won't come twice.

And of course he wanted to take Crowley with. Finally, a chance to work together without it being a secret! Think of everything they could accomplish! Heaven admitted they were right all along, and now instead of high wire rules-lawyering, they get to make the rules!

Crowley doesn't trust that. Crowley's not touching that. Work with corrupt people and you'll become corrupted; better to stay as far from it all as possible. The system won't ever change. It's the bandstand fight all over again: try to change a corrupt system or get out.

But that's activist infighting for you.

#good omens #gos2 #gos2 spoilers #spoilers #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #sigh fine alright I wrote it #lurker is temporarily un-lurking #we'll see how this goes

[sentimental-sheep]

Good Omens relates to Pride and Prejudice

Throughout season two we keep seeing allusions of Jane Austen and pride and prejudice. From the bookshop scene where their dancing, Crowley’s offhanded comment about Jane, when Jim reads the first line of Pride and Prejudice, etc.

Though this is used to show how the two of them don’t quite understand love and romance in human terms when pushing Nina and Maggie together, I kept thinking about the greater symbolism Neil was trying to put emphasis on. I don’t think he would have pointed it out so many times if there wasn’t one.

Aziraphale shows parallels to Elizabeth in Pride and Prejudice. She starts off as someone who believes herself to be good, and has a fixed perspective on the world around her. We see her respond in disbelief that Mr.Wickham could be a liar, because of her overconfidence in her perceptiveness and good opinion, a downfalling we see prevalent in Aziraphale’s character. 

And just like Aziraphale, Elizabeth is initially quite reluctant to admit that her worldview could be wrong and they both misconstrue their respective partner’s intentions, this being a main motivator when she goes on reject Mr.Darcy’s first Proposal. How she rejected him and how we see Aziraphale rejecting Crowley is very similar. Instead of explaining I’ll show some you:

“walked about the room.  Elizabeth was surprised, but said not a word. After a silence of several minutes, he came towards her in an agitated manner, and thus began”

“Elizabeth's astonishment was beyond expression. She stared, coloured, doubted, and was silent. This he considered sufficient encouragement, and the avowal of all that he felt and had long felt for her immediately followed. ”

“She tried, however, to compose herself to answer him with patience, when he should have done. He concluded with representing to her the strength of that attachment which, in spite of all his endeavours, he had found impossible to conquer; and with expressing his hope that it would now be rewarded by her acceptance of his hand.”

and of course they get into a fight about who is right, and this quite from Darcy just reminds me of Crowley. “And this,'' cried Darcy, as he walked with quick steps across the room, ``is your opinion of me! This is the estimation in which you hold me! I thank you for explaining it so fully. My faults, according to this calculation, are heavy indeed!”

``You have said quite enough, madam. I perfectly comprehend your feelings, and have now only to be ashamed of what my own have been. Forgive me for having taken up so much of your time, and accept my best wishes for your health and happiness.'

And with these words he hastily left the room, and Elizabeth heard him the next moment open the front door and quit the house.”

#goodomensseason2 #ineffable husbands #go2 #crowley #google #good omens #good omens spoilers #pride and prejudice

[ofpineapplesanddawns]

Do you think you can come up with a scene out of the potential Ineffable Husbands x Adventure Husbands fic? I'd love to read something from it. (Or might it be an actual AO3 fanfic in the future?)

I can do a little scene for you guys here, though I'd like to see a bit more of atwi80d before I really focus on making a fanfic out of this au. Also, I wanna write a few more chapters of More Than What You Know as well, so I don't abandon it haha.

Summery: A boat trip gives the large group a break from the events of the past few days, and it gives Aziraphale and Crowley time to watch over the two look-alikes they've seem to have taken a shine to.

Warning: takes place after episode two, on the boat for the Suez Canal, mild spoilers, uses elements of my Guardian Angel au and that one ficlet of Will meeting Phileas on the train in Italy, Aziraphale is aware of his feelings for Crowley (and is somewhat aware that Crowley likes people who look like him) but can't act upon them because Heaven Is Always Watching (tm)

On with the fic!

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"They're off to a start, it seems."

Aziraphale snapped out of his wandering thoughts, turning to the demon who approached him, standing in his usual spot next to him. They were on a ship, headed for Egypt, another spot in their long, long journey to travel the world.

They had arrived on it an hour ago, after a long, exhausting train ride. Aziraphale pondered briefly how much the damage to that train car would cost, considering they dismantled nearly everything of it for fuel for a two hour ride to save a child.

Yes, Crowley and Aziraphale each could have spared a miracle to help, but Phileas was so determined to make his plans work so that little boy would live a long and happy life, that the two supernatural beings joined in on the destruction. Crowley clearly had fun with it, even getting a few laughs out of everyone as he did.

It was rather nice that he had helped, though Aziraphale would never say that out loud. Crowley was talking to him again, but a lot of it was just centered on this Arrangement he dragged the demon into, they haven't spoken casually since he pulled Crowley into coming along for help.

And he had to admit, Crowley was willing to do so, he was curious of the bet, of the results, and of the awkward, quiet human that looked identical to him. Crowley had commented to Aziraphale during their first day of the trip that Phileas was like Crowley if Aziraphale was running around in his body.

What a bizarre thought, Aziraphale running about as Crowley.

But then again, he could just as easily say the same about the mysterious addition to the group.

Will Charity, who they met on the train the night before, seemed to have drawn himself towards Phileas quickly. Aziraphale didn't know him well, even though they both had ties to the British Museum, particularly in antiquities.

Yes, they had crossed paths before, but Aziraphale worked from home, Will ran off to do his job, to explore the world and keep artifacts and the like out of the hands of bad people. Aziraphale admired that, really, things should be left where they belong, unless given permission, of course.

After all, a few things in the collect at the museum were now in the bookshop, for their own safety with permission (and because Aziraphale knew they can never return home, so why not he hold onto them where they will last forever, right? Specifically a few scrolls and clay slabs that reference a wily redhead or a bumbling blond, yes?)

But because of their difference in their work, they didn't interact enough, but Aziraphale knew Will. Crowley seemed to have taken a shine to him, always the sort that drew attention to themselves in spectacular ways. The demon did have a soft spot for adventure stories, and Will was a walking example of one.

It also didn't pass Aziraphale by that he shared a similar face to Will, and Crowley was always drawn to that, Aziraphale had observed. He saw how Crowley was around Nero all those years ago.

Not that Aziraphale could talk, he had found himself, often, in the same circles as Casanova back in the day.

And now, it was probably a similar situation, as Crowley seemed to have found a new person to circle around. Will certainly was more of a fitting choice for him, but Aziraphale couldn't comment, he didn't want to get them into trouble.

He blinked, watching Crowley lean over the railing, looking down at the deck below. Aziraphale looked down as well, seeing that Phileas was sitting on a chair, with Will talking to him. The shorter of the two seemed to be telling a story, animated with his actions as Phileas listened with a rare look of delighted interest on his face.

It brought a small smile to Aziraphale's own, he had been so worried about his friend since last night, the man had been so tired, so sad, so emotionally beaten down from the humiliation he endured from people within his usual circle of society.

A harsh reality, and he wished that Phileas had been more eased into it rather than having it slapped in the face, but Crowley had spoken to Aziraphale later in the evening, a passing conversation. He had said he convinced Will to talk to Phileas, get him to speak to someone who knows the situation better than a bunch of rich bastards.

From what Aziraphale had seen the next day, Phileas had still been in a sad mood, but he had been a little better, a little more thoughtful, instead of lost in his mind.

Then he seemed to be in a more chance-taking mindset when the track was damaged, being clever and quick to see a solution. Will had commented to Crowley, within earshot of the angel, that Phileas had the makings of a true adventurer in him, he just had to figure out how to unlock it.

Aziraphale was proud of his personal human, watching as the brunet seemed to asked something with an excitement he hadn't seen since the balloon flight over the Alps. He smiled more, turning to Crowley.

"I think you're right, oh, I do hope that this becomes a friendship. Poor Phileas doesn't have many, and even then, they're terrible to him. I think it's really just myself and Ms. Fix's father, and possibly his old valet, but that poor man is a few books short of a full collection."

"Wouldn't hurt, but you're still his friend, don't worry. He still sees you as a guardian angel of sorts, helping him in the right direction." Crowley replied, eyes on the two below. "Will wants to do that too, I think we should let him help. You and I have traveled the world, but never like this, never a full trip around, but Will has experience."

Aziraphale couldn't help the twinge of something bitter in his heart at the tone in Crowley's voice when speaking of Will Charity, but he shouldn't let that bother him. Why even let it, he and the demon couldn't have anything more than what they had now anyway, and besides, Crowley was still mad about the holy water, he just knew it. Would explain the clipped conversations, being all business.

But then again, Crowley looked so relaxed right now, looking at the two humans with some sort of thoughtful look on his face. Maybe... maybe this was a sign that they could try to fix the damage that was-

"I'm gonna go see what Fix and Passerpartout are up to, keep an eye on 'em down there, angel. Ciao." Crowley was already off, making his way to another part of the ship, leaving the angel alone.

He sighed, his attention now on the water instead. Well, so much for that then.

And yet...

"He called me angel." Aziraphale whispered to himself, with just a smallest upward tug at his lips.

#john's drabbles #good omens extended universe #good omens #around the world in 80 days #the adventurer: the curse of the midas box #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #will charity #phileas fogg #will charity x phileas fogg

[topaziraphale]

Love to imagine that there were a few close calls with Gabriel where aziraphale had to pretend to smite crowley, which involved a lot of aziraphale pinning him down and a lot of sword bearing. Crowley very quickly finds out he has one hell of a kink ;)

    “Of course I’m letting you win,” Crowley answers, banishing the dirt and wrinkles from both his and Aziraphale’s clothes with a snap of his fingers. Then, on a whim, he clears off any lingering sweat beading on his skin. He can’t do anything about the flush on his face and neck, or the way his legs are still wobbling. “Can’t have you losing in front of your own lot, can we? They might try and help you out, y’know. Might be worse for me in the long run, ‘s only selfish.”

    Aziraphale’s frown deepens at the implication. “Oh. I assume this means I’ll have to let you overtake me when your people show up, then?”

    “Er, you won’t. Have to. Do that, I mean.” Crowley stammers. Aziraphale raises his eyebrows. “They won’t crawl all the way up here to talk to me,” he elaborates, “they’ve got the radio and telly for that.”

    “Oh,” Aziraphale says again, fumbling with the lowest button on his waistcoat for a moment. “Yes, quite right.” He smiles nervously. “Erm...” Crowley pretends he doesn’t notice the blush subtly rising on Aziraphale’s cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Well, knowing that, I must say that is very—”

    “—no—” Crowley groans in annoyance, knowing exactly where that sentence is going, throwing his head back and grimacing.

    “—kind of you to do, to let me win even though it’s all a ruse,” Aziraphale continues, his smile changing from nervous to irritatingly fond and knowing. “Rather considerate.”

    “Fantastic,” Crowley grumbles, his face burning brighter for a different reason now. “Really made my day with that one, you did.”

     In the short silence that follows, Crowley sniffs and looks down at his shoes, pretending to inspect them for any clumps of dirt. He realizes, belatedly, that neither of them cared to fix the messy state of the greenery and soil beneath them. It clashes with the rest of the neat, freshly mown blades of grass in this conveniently empty section of the park — a stark reminder of what just happened. The sight of it makes Crowley shiver. Suddenly his resolve to stay cool and collected vanishes into thin air. He hastily looks back up to find Aziraphale fiddling with the chain of his pocket watch, and he gulps.

    “Er,” he starts awkwardly, nearly freezing when Aziraphale makes eye contact with him. “Right, anyway, I just remembered I have something to do. It’s important. I’ll pick you up later, shall I?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He spins on his heel, turning his back on Aziraphale and shoving his hands in his pockets, making his smoothest attempt at nonchalance as he starts walking away. “I’ll meet you in the front of the bookshop.”

    “What? Wait,” Aziraphale calls. “You’re leaving already?”

    Crowley stops in his tracks, shock still, his breath hitching in his chest. He couldn’t have been found out. He wasn’t that loud, was he? Aziraphale doesn’t know, can’t know. If he knew…

    “Won’t be long,” says Crowley, gritting his teeth, hoping he doesn’t have to outright lie, hoping Aziraphale doesn’t push. “An hour, at most. We won’t miss our reservation.”

   “I… er, very well,” Aziraphale eventually says, sounding confused and a little hurt. “But, before you go, I need to ask you about… just now.”

    There’s a brief moment of silence, and Crowley holds his breath, chills cold as ice sliding from the back of his neck down along the knobs of his spine as fear builds in his lower gut. When Aziraphale speaks up again, his voice is slightly deeper than normal.

     “I hurt you this time, didn’t I?”    

      Crowley blesses under his breath. It takes all he has in him not to react outwardly, to lose his carefully constructed neutrality right then and there. Instantly, his mind plays back the stunt Aziraphale pulled only minutes ago.

    It’s practically routine for them at this point, really; it’s a way for them to get out of a damning situation in a pinch. If someone from work unexpectedly shows up, they pretend to be mortal enemies, doing what mortal enemies are obliged to do should they ever cross paths: fighting to the death. (Discorporation, in these cases — and even then, they only need to make the viewer think that a discorporation has taken place, should it ever go that far.) It’ll be seen as two adversaries busy with work, and whoever it was that checked in will usually leave within a minute or two to let them get back to it.

    They were taking a leisurely walk and having a (slightly heated, in the angel’s case) conversation about some of the menu changes at the Criterion, when Aziraphale suddenly kicked Crowley’s feet out from under him, pinning him face-down into the ground with his knee pressed onto his back. He had yanked his hair, forcing his head up, and swiftly brought the edge of a sword — having manifested the weapon from thin air — onto Crowley’s exposed neck. Crowley was hard in his trousers before he even realized what was happening, before he could even guess that Gabriel or any other one of those wankers was probably nearby, watching, and that Aziraphale was faking the attack like he had done many times before to keep them both safe.

    But for a moment, Crowley didn’t know that.

     As Crowley had grabbed fistfuls of dirt and grass and writhed under the perfect weight of Aziraphale’s body, he had thought it was real, and that Aziraphale really was going to smite him this time, and that he was truly at his mercy, finally getting everything he wanted. It was too much, the ringing in his head from falling to the ground, the pain in his spine, the white-hot burn in his scalp. Crowley couldn’t move and the sword was cold and sharp on the delicate skin of his neck and Aziraphale put his lips to his ear to whisper something and it sounded harsh and commanding and he whimpered—

    “Crowley?”

    Crowley blinks back to himself, his eyes wide behind dark lenses. He hears Aziraphale’s footsteps approaching him, the soft crunching of the grass beneath two Oxfords deafening amongst the low rumble of blood rushing through his ears.

     “No,” he blurts out, his voice thin. “I’m fine, it’s fine.”

    The footsteps stop. His entire body is trembling now, every inch of skin charged as if with electricity, surely to go off at the slightest touch. He clears his throat, vaguely wondering how much of a disaster it would be if he had to look Aziraphale in the face during all of this.

    “I’m fine,” he repeats in a more natural tone. “Don’t make a fuss over it, you didn’t hurt me.” You did. “Same as always, nothing different about it this time.” Hurt me again. And again and again, until my throat is raw from screaming, until my face is wet with tears. Make me beg for it.

    “It most certainly was not the same, you had no idea I was even going to attack you,” Aziraphale comments, sounding just this side of stern. Crowley’s stomach curls with something too close to pleasure from the tone of voice. Aziraphale sighs. “Are you quite sure I did not hurt you by accident?” he asks gently, because it’s just like him to have concern for Crowley’s well-being, even at the worst possible times. He takes one step closer, the space separating their bodies no bigger than an arm’s-length. Crowley can feel his stare burning right through his soul, can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. “I only ask because, ah, when you cried out, just then, you seemed…”

    Alarms blare in Crowley’s racing mind.

     Cried out, cried out.

    Aziraphale did hear him.

    And now he’s asking about it.

    Crowley goes from half-hard to fully erect so quickly that it makes him dizzy, his dick throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Aziraphale only has to take a couple steps toward him and circle around to his front, and then he’ll have full view of the state Crowley is in. Then Crowley would have to explain himself, and he would be mortified, he’d be so humiliated, and the fear of it only makes his cock harder. There’s just not enough self-preservation in his current, lust-crazed state of mind to not want anything more than that.

     “— truly distressed,” Aziraphale continues, pronouncing the words with the same caution one would use when walking on a tightrope. Crowley hears the faintest of wavers in his voice only because he’s known the bastard for too long. “I was afraid I used too much force this time.”

     You could have used more. Used all of it. Put me in my place. Burned me with your light until I’m nothing, until I’m dust at your feet. Please, angel…

     Crowley holds his breath again, the muscles in his neck tightening and his jaw aching with the effort it takes to kill the moan forcing its way up into his throat. His legs feel like jelly. The temptation to fall on his knees and admit it is palpable. He might as well come clean. Even if nothing happens now, Aziraphale will bring it up again later. That’s just how he is. Better to get it over with…

    “No,” he croaks. He’s blushing so hard that the skin on his face and scalp itches furiously. “I wasn’t, I didn’t…”

    “You’re sure?”

    “Yes.”

    “Truly?”

    “For Heaven’s sake, Aziraphale, I told you I’m alright,” Crowley snaps. More than alright. Crowley knows he’s going to revel in the ache for days, but he also knows, acutely, that he’s only jeopardizing himself more the longer he stays in this blasted park. He’s sure he wouldn’t be able to survive another round of questions; he can already feel his admittedly weak resolve slipping in the face of those warm, seaglass eyes, beckoning him to spill his guts and spew the awful, contemptible fantasies of being taken right there in the dirt, like he deserves, with a sword trained on his back and the angel’s name in his mouth. The only thing keeping him from doing it is his knowing how said angel would react — with an upturned nose and a look of disgust only reserved for the lowest of scum. He can’t do that to him, can’t be that to him.

“Oh, right then, that’s good,” Aziraphale’s voice suddenly pulls him out of his reverie, sounding disappointed, “that’s a relief.”

Crowley then hears the telltale rustle of clothes as Aziraphale fidgets, probably adjusting his waistcoat, before he calls out, “Well then, don’t let me keep you, dear fellow. Do mind how you go.”

    “Same to you,” he says back, feeling moderately guilty.

     He snaps his fingers, bringing himself to his flat. He lands on his back on his luxurious bed. The cool satin sheets do nothing to calm his rapid pulse or the lick of shame that follows as he claws at his belt, the zip’s teeth not daring to catch as he shoves his trousers down and takes himself in hand. The guilt instantly melts away, but the shame stays, however it only proves to spur him on even more.

    Aziraphale will forgive him by the time they meet back up for dinner.

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((I originally meant to use a couple lines of dialogue as an answer to this ask but then it turned into a small little fic, thingy, yeah. Huge thanks to @divinehedonism for beta reading this for me!!))

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