#good omentober day 6

[grishaversegirlblogger]

inktober day 6: golden // bentley

I HATE DRAWING CARS but also i couldnt pass up the opportunity to not draw the yellow bentley!!! the things i do for my sillies.

anyways!! here's my take on crowley not checking in with the bentley until zira pops back from edinburgh. i love my sillies.

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[arsillanola]

Good Omentober drawing challenge Day 6 The Bentley

Alternative title: The good old times

Following these prompts My other drawings in this challenge

#have some more pain :* #good omens fanart #good omens #good omentober #my art #suusdoesachallenge #im falling behind already #and I am STUGGELING #art is hard y'all

[gahellhimself-blog]

I’m late for the good omentober :(( but I did something for the day 6, the Bentley.

Sorry it’s chaos in my Procreate… I have a looot of unfinished project x__x

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I send the HD version of the Bentleys for each tip :)

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[darkhighness]

Good Omentober Day 6 - The Bentley

Prompt by @disaster-dog

During a getaway in Tadfield, Aziraphale grows enamoured with the way humans spent their summers. Crowley can't trust Aziraphale with the Bentley alone. Bubbles ensue.

When Aziraphale burst through the door holding a bucket and car cleaning surprised, Crowley thought he was seeing red.

“What do you think you’re doing with those?” The demon hissed, making a grab for the cursed tools.

“I’m going to clean our car!” Aziraphale beamed proudly. He carried his trademark grin since he’d walked through the door and was truly excited at the possibility of doing something with Crowley. They had been staying in Tadfield for the week and Aziraphale had watched another couple cleaning their car. It simply looked like so much fun.

“You are not going anywhere near her with this rubbish,” Crowley scolded lowly, “We can miracle away any dirt like we always do.”

“Please Crowley,” Aziraphale pleaded. He could tell it was getting desperate so he had to use the one trick that always persuaded the demon. His puppy-dog eyes.

The demon looked at Aziraphale whose wide eyes were staring at him in some kind of adoration. He wanted to say no but Aziraphale knew exactly how to tug on Crowley’s heartstrings and get him to go alone with any kind of plan.

“You can’t wash a car in a waistcoat though, angel.”

“Oh, I’ll get changed most quickly! You best get changed too, Crowley,” Aziraphale beamed before placing the cleaning supplies down and shifting into the next room.

Crowley was less bothered, quickly miracling up a new ensemble. Crowley was never one to wear shorts but the thought of damp jeans clinging to his legs so here he was in a dorky pair of high-cut, quick dry shorts and a black tank top. His loose curls got pulled back into a half-up style and he made sure to bring a towel into the main room for when they were finished. He hadn’t washed a car himself but if any of the videos he’d seen were a good indication, it would be a messy affair. The demon would be absolutely mortified if anyone saw him like this, but it was for his angel so he’d suffer.

Aziraphale, much less confident in his changing wardrobe settled on something a little more conservative. He managed to muster up a button-down hawaiian style shirt with small books on it, rather obnoxiously paired with a pair of light blue board shorts. He was truly enthused to make use of the limited good weather and would enjoy all the sun he could.

Aziraphale exited the room and Crowley’s jaw immediately dropped. He’d gotten used to seeing the angel in his centuries-dated ensemble and while this was somewhat of a welcome change, it threw the demon off guard entirely, “I like the…colours.”

Aziraphale blushed at the demon’s compliment, “And you look gorgeous as always. I didn’t know you shaved your legs?” He quizzed.

Red couldn’t even begin to describe the colour of Crowley’s face, “I mean, plenty of people do…”

The angel walked over and kissed Crowley’s cheek, “I think it’s cute.”

He grabbed the bucket and headed outside where the Bentley had parked herself perfectly on the grass, almost in anticipation of her bath.

“See Crowley, she’s excited!” Aziraphale gushed.

Crowley went to unfurl the hose from the side of their temporary residence. As he moved closer and began to fill the bucket with water. Aziraphale rather keenly squeezed the soap into the container and watched all the bubbles form, giggling with an almost childish delight.

Content to be getting attention from her parents, the Bentley began to play music, unprompted. Crowley’s embarrassment had almost faded but it all flooded back as ‘Fat Bottomed Girls’ began to blast out of the car’s radio.

The demon just grabbed one of the sponges and began to wash the bonnet of the car in a circular motion. Bubbles began to cover the entire car as Aziraphale joined in. For a while, they were just enjoying the company.

At some point, Aziraphale turned around hastily and his sponge landed firmly in the middle of Crowley’s chest, leaving warm soapy water dripping off him.

“Angel!” Crowley huffed but as he turned around and saw the giant grin on Aziraphale’s face, he couldn’t stay mad, “Oh, is that how we’re playing now?”

The demon leant down to dip his sponge in the water before hurling it in Aziraphale’s direction, landing squarely in the angel’s back.

Aziraphale gasped in shock, taking one of the rags they’d thrown aside to throw towards Crowley.

“Don’t move, angel,” Crowley grinned before reaching into the bucket and scooping a handful of bubbles. He moved closer to Aziraphale and pressed the bubbles onto his partner’s face, making a makeshift bubble beard.

The demon doubled over in laughter watching Aziraphale’s dumbstruck expression.

Azirapahle was hardly about to allow that and returned by taking a handful of bubbles and making a movement towards Crowley’s hair. In his movement, he slipped on the wet grass and began to fall.

Crowley rushed to catch the angel, holding him up from the ground and he just smiled at his angel. Aziraphale, slightly out of breath from the whole affair just let out a small breath and straightened up.

“Bit too old to be having this much fun, don’t you think?” Crowley teased, wiping the remaining bubbles from the angel’s face.

“Never too old. Hasn’t stopped us before, why start now?”

Crowley pulled the angel close to him once again, one hand resting on his waist and the other moving around his shoulder. He slowly pressed their lips together, enjoying the admittedly sloppy but all-the-while perfect point of connection. Aziraphale indulged in the kiss, his movements matching Crowley’s as they became one. After a moment, he slowly pulled away to stare into Aziraphale’s eyes.

“We should do this more often, angel.”

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[valartyn]

Good Omentober, day 6 ! The Bentley :)

Challenge by @disaster-dog

#neil gaiman #good omens #good omens season 2 #david tennant #aziracrow #innefable husbands #michael sheen #crowley #aziraphale #artwork #good omentober

[aziraphalalala]

Good Omentober #6 "The Bentley"

Vroom vroom! Finally! She loved Crowley, she really did, but boy oh boy if the angel didn’t get her all fluttery in the engine. He was soft! So smiley! Said nice things! He patted her on the hood, and stroked her leathers! Bestest! It all made her feel lighter, like she wasn’t a hundred years old. Yellow! She was yellow and it was glorious! She was wheeling leisurely through the countryside, and she was yellow! Whee!

One of these days, she wouldn’t change back. Crowley would be beside himself, but the angel? The angel would smooth it over with the demon in a heartbeat. 

The Bentley purred on like a smug cat. Vroom!

^^^^^

Thanks for the prompt @disaster-dog!

My earlier Good Omentober posts:

#1 "Pre-fall"

#2 "Stars"

#3 "Fall"

I missed number 4! I'll get it done soonest! 😊

#5 "Heaven

#good omentober #good omens #writing prompt #good omens fanfic #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #my fic #monthly writing challenge #aziraphale #crowley #the bentley

[underground-monarch]

Good Omentober day 6: the Bentley

a pretty simple one but still with all the details i could see in the reference photo :)

#good omentober #good omens #good omens the bentley #good omens crowley's bentley #good omens fanart

[ayarsi]

Good Omentober + Fictober (6)

Good Omentober Day 6 - the Bentley

Fictober Prompt #13 - "Come with me, hurry"

Fanfiction - Good Omens

Rating - G

Wordcount - 436

(I know me posting my fics isn't consistent but it's the best I can do considering my schedule. I want to cry because I really wanted to post and write consistently but I forgot our exams are on the last week of October and I have to study and all that TvT. I don't really care if I write the rest of the fics and post it in November since I'm just writing these for myself really, sooo yeah that's what I'm going to do.)

Va Va Voom!

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Behind the window, a timid angel stands. He’s not normally this quiet--in fact, he was actually ecstatic prior to returning to the bookshop. The angel had a story for the demon sleeping on the vintage sofa and awakened her to tell her. He assumed she would be happy to see him again yet he was wrong. Seeing me dressed in a new style enraged the demon, sending her storming outside to inspect me and leaving the poor angel.

“My car is NOT yellow. It has NEVER been and NEVER will be,” the demon hisses. He glares at the nervous angel who was still hiding behind the blinds. The angel breathes deeply. He opened the door and slowly walks towards the demon and I. Ooh, I can sense the drama.

The angel mutters something, but I didn’t hear it. The demon didn’t too, apparently.

“Speak up, angel.”

Who does she think she is, with her hands on her hips like a mother scolding her child? I don’t think she considers her a child.

The angel’s nervousness seems to be much more than it was a few moments ago.

“I.. Well, it’s…”

“IT’S WHAT?”

“No need to shout, dear.”

Moody bastard.

“It’s pretty, is all,” the angel adds.

“I- Angel, this is the second rime you’ve done this. Changed my car without permission-”

“Oh. So I need to ask you first before changing the car is what you mean?”

The demon doesn’t answer for a few seconds. She looks surprised and at a loss for words. She’s always like this, though. Always whenever the angel is around.

“Crowley, dear. I am terribly sorry for changing your Bentley’s color again. I was… too excited to show you something and got ahead of myself.”

Ah, here it is. I should get the songs ready.

“Our car.”

If the angel had a tail, it would’ve definitely wagged--that’s what I’m seeing. He’s got stars in his eyes (literally) and those stars are glowing brighter than ever. Even the demon looks like he wants to fly away by how he’s looking at the sky. Is he holding back a cough or a laugh? Maybe a cough.

I like it when they get along. It’s really cute. I’m cute. Yellow really suits me but the grumpy demon won’t let me have it, so all thanks to the angel for calming her down and letting me keep it. At least just this once. I’ll play their song in return as thanks.

The demon sighs. “Get in, angel.”

The angel still has that dreamy gaze.

“Angel. Get in the car and come with me, hurry.”

#fictober23 #good omentober #my fic #gomens #gomens2 #good omens #the bentley #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #I LITERALLY FREAKED OUT ABOUT THE VA VA VOOM THING #the walls of aziraphale's bookshop and crowley's eyes are one color and it's called va va voom TvT #im sobbing #im totally normal about them #AND THE YELLOW BENTLEY #I LOVE IT SM

[highlyillogicalandroid]

It's Good Omentober day 6! Enjoy, and remember, you can read all of my ficlets so far here.

#good omentober #good omens #good omens fic #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands

[darkhighness]

Good Omentober Day 30 - Outfit Swap

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Aziraphale is shocked that Crowley has memorised every single thing about him.

Aziraphale had never been to a haunted house. He’d had plenty of experience with the spooky but that was all for work reasons. The idea that someone would go and be scared for fun was absolutely ludicrous. It was somehow unsurprising that that is exactly what Crowley wanted to do, however.

Crowley had been excited about it all day, constantly reminding Aziraphale of how long there was until they were leaving. 6 hours, 5 hours, 2 hours… He had taken on this Halloween thing in his stride and he truly just wanted to do something he enjoyed with Aziraphale.

He decided to spring the fact that they would have to find costumes for this party on the Angel at the last minute. Originally Aziraphale was going to keep it classy and go as a classic book character. A Hamlet or the such. Crowley however was insistent that they should dress as each other with accurate detail. 

Aziraphale gazed over at Crowley, looking at his napping on the lounge, his arms dangling off the sofa and a slight whisper of drool trickling down his chin. He inspected how the subtly patterned waistcoat hugged his body and how the tight jeans he always wore were like a second skin. There was no way Aziraphale could wear something like that, could he?

He went to the back room of the bookshop, simply to test his little theory out. He would never actually go out wearing anything like that. He snapped his fingers and felt as the denim began to hug his legs and how his whole ensemble suddenly went dark. The massive change was shocking enough but when he caught a glimpse of himself in the small desk mirror, he let out a tiny gasp, shocked at how entirely different he looked.

While at its core it was the same basic clothing, something about the black waistcoat and the dark undershirt made him feel like an entirely different man. Mysterious. Brooding. It almost made sense why Crowley was in a mood all the time. He just needed to borrow some of the demon's sunglasses and he’d be set.

He heard footsteps approaching and before he could miracle his clothes back to normal, hiding his experiment, there was a demon leaning on the doorframe letting out a low whistle.

“Looking good there angel,” Crowley teased lightly, sipping a glass of wine he must’ve poured himself, “You should wear that more often.” 

“Oh shush you. I was just thinking about it,” He quickly explained, trying to hide the embarrassment on his face. He didn’t want to tell Crowley that in some ways it feels like he’d stepped into the demon's shoes or that wearing these clothes made him feel some kind of way.

“Look, let me give it a go,” Crowley grinned, placing his glass down before snapping his own fingers, changing into a tan and blue ensemble with a generous helping of tartan print, “What do you think, angel?”

Aziraphale stared at Crowley, admiring how the brown coat landed perfectly at his mid thigh and admiring how much more golden his eyes looked in this outfit. He was like the perfect picture of autumn with all the warmth of a cosy fire. Had he dared to utter any of this to Crowley though, he knew that he would immediately switch back. He could stare at Crowley forever, getting lost in each tiny detail like he was some kind of renaissance painting.

Aziraphale just reached out, his hands exploring the new clothes on his partner, taking note of every detail. It was all exactly like what Aziraphale would wear. Down to every tiny detail. Even things he didn’t think Crowley noticed like the glasses wipe sewn into the bottom of the coat. His hand lingered on the faux velvet of the waistcoat and he suddenly felt terribly emotional.

“Oh Angel what’s wrong? Do I look that bad?” Crowley asked in his unique teasing tone, trying to comfort Aziraphale. He gently wiped the angels forming tears away and cupped his chin to look into his eyes, “If you really don’t want to go Aziraphale, we don’t have to.”

Aziraphale shook his head and buried his face into Crowley’s chest, enjoying the sweet embrace of his partner. He even got his cologne perfect, “S’not that. I just-“ he sniffled, “I didn’t think you’d notice- I didn’t know you cared that much that’s all.”

The demon let out a breathy chuckle and stroked Aziraphale’s hair, trying to not muss up the perfect halo of curls up too badly, “How could I possibly promise that I love everything about you if I don’t pay attention to the details?”

“Crowley, I love you so much.”

Crowley hummed slightly and reached for Aziraphale’s hand, holding it close. As they swayed slightly, Crowley ran his finger along the metal wedding band Aziraphale’s finger housed. He locked their fingers together, enjoying the comfortable silence they found themselves resting in.

Aziraphale gently rubbed the gold chain around Crowley's neck between his fingers, looking deep at thought, “You know, I can’t wait until we get home after all this…”

Crowley got a knowing smirk on his face and planted a kiss on the top of his head, “Thinking about taking all this off already?”

Aziraphale’s embarrassment grew and he just pulled away from Crowley, dusting off his outfit and preparing to leave, “If I’m being you, my dear, does that mean I get to drive the Bentley?”

Aziraphale had never seen Crowley race to the car so quickly.

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[darkhighness]

Good Omentober Day 18 - Books

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Cosiness is amplified when you're with the one you love.

New shipment day was Aziraphale’s favourite day. He would close the store, unbox all of his new treasures and read each and every one, giving each book the attention it deserves. Anyone who knew Aziraphale knew this wasn’t the time to disturb him with meaningless squabble.

As he gently cut away the shipping plastic, the smell of paper and old glue filled his nose. There were 6 new books, perfectly preserved in their box with not even a scratch on the covers. Two more first edition Agatha Christie books, a worthy addition to any collection, some reprints of his favourite Shakespeare plays, Hamlet and Othello, with some illustrations and two books he promised Crowley. A compendium on stars and one on temperate plants.

Crowley wasn’t much of a reader. For a very long time, he thought it was a waste of his time, but as he spent more time with the angel he noticed how peaceful it made him so he started to make an effort. He mostly read about things he knew and would pick apart any inaccuracies which irked Aziraphale a bit but he was glad that his partner was reading.

He placed Crowley’s books aside gently after removing the stickers from them. That was one thing Aziraphale despised. Putting stickers on books was a terrible idea. He had a small jar of acetone ready always with a tiny craft blade to carefully remove the pesky intruders. The only thing worse than stickers on books was the sticky residue left behind.

He placed the other books on his coffee table before walking upstairs to make tea. Aziraphale had a routine, you see. He would unpackage the books, remove any stickers and make himself a fresh pot of English Breakfast tea. That teapot would then be placed on a small steel serving tray with the sugar jar and teaspoon as well as two teacups. Two, in case Crowley came to join him, of course.

He carefully carried the tray downstairs and saw the still slightly sleepy demon on the couch waiting for him.

“Morning, angel,” He yawned before smiling up at his partner.

“Good morning, dear. You’re just in time for tea,” Aziraphale gushed, placing the tray down before pouring them both a cup, “Any sugar?”

Crowley shook his head.

“Of course not, dear. You’re sweet enough already,” the angel chuckled before stirring one cube into his own cup and taking a sip, “So what would you like to start with today? Both your books arrived this morning.”

Crowley shrugged and initiated the next part of the routine. He switched on the heater and unfolded two blankets from the basket beside Aziraphale’s desk. Admittedly, they ended up sharing one blanket most of the time but the sentiment was there. Their favourite was a tan mink blanket that was incredibly warm to cosy up under.

Aziraphale handed him the book of stars and he began to read his own book. Crowley took a while to get comfy, eventually settling in to lay with his head in Aziraphale’s lap, the blanket only half covering him, the other half covering the angel’s shoulders. For a few hours, the only sounds to be heard in the bookshop were the turning of pages and the occasional sound of a teaspoon clattering against the edges of a cup.

The angel didn’t notice at first but at some point, the demon had drifted off to sleep, his book lying open on his chest and his sunglasses having fallen haphazardly to the floor. He couldn’t help but chuckle as he shifted the book and placed the glasses on the table to avoid any damage. He made sure to not shift too much so the demon didn’t wake up. He wanted to enjoy Crowley’s little sleepy murmurs and yawns for as long as he could.

He managed to finish all his books while Crowley slept. They originally had plans to go out to dinner but with both the angel and the demon wrapped up in their own relaxation, the day had passed and the first lights of the morning were peering through the windows. The candles Aziraphale had lit earlier in the day were burning their final wax and the tiny dribbles of tea left in the pot had fallen cold.

“Crowley, my dear. I’m going to make something to eat. Would you like a drink or something?”

“Mm something strong,” He whined, burying his head in the cushion after Aziraphale got up from his seated position.

Aziraphale chuckled slightly and went to get himself some picky bits and he poured a glass of scotch for Crowley. He reused the tray from earlier and carried the goods over, “You looked very peaceful dear, how did you sleep?”

Crowley shrugged and picked up the drink, all but downing it in one go, much to the angel’s surprise, “It was fine. Had a weird dream. Sorry for falling asleep, angel. You’re just so comfy.”

Aziraphale let out a small, breathy chuckle before running his hand through Crowley’s hair, “You never have to apologise. I just like your company.”

“It’d be a long six thousand years if you didn’t,” The demon grinned before placing a kiss on the angel’s cheek, “I’d spend another six thousand more if you’d let me.”

“I wouldn’t want to spend it with anyone else,” Aziraphale assured, reaching over to grab some of the goat’s cheese off the plate, “All the other demons are a bit too creepy for me.”

Crowley shrugged, wrapping his arms loosely around Aziraphale’s waist. He let his head rest on Aziraphale’s shoulder and just breathed in the familiar scent, “All the other angels are too stuck up for me.”

“We best not give them anymore thought,” Aziraphale suggested softly, moving to stroke the back of Crowley’s head. “They’re not worth the time.”

“You’re right,” He muttered into the angel’s shoulder, “You’re the only thing worth talking about.”

“I don’t know, there’s a pretty wonderful demon I’d love to talk about.”

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