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fuckyeahgoodomens · 2 months

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Good Omens graphic novel update: February 2024

Happy February 29th. A day that only happens once every four years deserves something special, so let’s dive right in.

ComicScene Awards win!

Good Omens: The Official (and Ineffable) Graphic Novel won the award for Best Crowdfunder at the ComicScene Awards! We want to say a huge THANK YOU; it’s an award voted for entirely by comics fans, so we appreciate the continued enthusiasm and championing of the Kickstarter. You can read more about the award here. A nice companion to the Comedy.co.uk Award win for Season 2 as Best TV Comedy Drama, and the British Film Designers Guild Planet Positive Award. Wahoo.

PledgeManager.

We’re happy to say that the PledgeManager launch is coming in a few weeks. With our monthly update in March, we’re planning to move to the next stage of the campaign: here you’ll be able to add your shipping addresses, pay for shipping, and add any additional items that you might have missed during the campaign. We’ll have FAQs available once it is launched.

Now to the new stuff…

Ready to rep the world’s best antiquarian and unusual bookshop? The first of our A.Z. Fell & Co merch has arrived: bookmarks are here and looking tip top.

Our A.Z. Fell sample socks have, ironically, gone walkabout before we got a picture, however, here's a very quick snap of the Crowley pair.

Artwork, artwork and… some more artwork.

The prints keep on coming and this time we’ve got four in one. Behold, Anna Morozova’s take on the four horsewomen of the apocalypse in one glorious image:

The large-scale map of Tadfield (and the rest of the planet) by Julien Labit is underway, so here are a couple of sneak peeks at different locales from the world of Good Omens in their earlier design stages:

When we say it’s large-scale, wait until you see the full one. Huge! So much to explore.

And, in terms of artwork, we’ll end on a few inked previews from the graphic novel by Colleen Doran of our favourite Angel and Demon:

And… how would we describe it? A little mishap regarding losing the antichrist?

More pins.

You didn't think we could go this whole update without pins, did you? You can see updates of the pins outside of Kickstarter at goodomenshq.com. But for now, here's a few:

Future items…

Another ongoing thanks for sharing what you’d like to see in the eventual Good Omens merch store. We’ll have a few new things available via the PledgeManager directly from your suggestions - mainly alternative designs and variants for some add ons, with ambitions for plenty more on the official store. The list you’ve helped us put together is quite ambitious, but we’re up to the challenge *looks up how to make actual angel wings*

(joking… we think?)

Moving forward, piece by piece.

p.s. Another little preview.

Until next time.

#graphic novel #good omens #good omens graphic novel #graphic novel kickstarter #wahoo! :)

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 months

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Professor Vargas: No. Definitely not. I would rather build her a house than have her join a dorm full of guys.

Crowley: But... That would add up to our expenses-

Professor Trein: WHICH we could easily afford, headmage.

Professor Crewel: Yes. I agree.

Sam: Look at us already have taken a liking to our little imp!

Professor Vargas: Ha! Yes! The moment I saw her, I claimed her as my daughter!

Crowley: ...

Crowley: *clears throat* Very well. Uh... While we build a house for her and her son, she could stay in the little tent I lent her-

The professors: GIVE HER A ROOM.

Crowley: ...Okay.

Crowley: I suppose the Pop Music Club would not complain if we used their club room for this purpose.

Professor Crewel: Your house will take a month to complete, so you will need to stay in this classroom for the time being.

F!MC: Thank you, professor. And I apologize for causing so much trouble.

F!MC: If there's anything I can do to pay your kindness back, please do tell me.

Toddler Riddle: Yeah. I will help too.

Professor Crewel: There's no need. I will be assigning a housewarden to help you in setting up this room.

F!MC: Th-Thank you, professor!

Professor Crewel: Don't mention it. Have a nice day, pup. *then takes his leave*

F!MC: ...

F!MC: *lets out a sigh of relief* *then smiles at her son* Isn't this great, Riddle?

Toddler Riddle: *nods* Mama doesn't need to knock on people's doors anymore.

F!MC: *hugs him close* Yes. You're right.

Kalim and Lilia: Me! ME!

The other housewardens: ...

Professor Crewel: I am actually thinking of appointing Rosehearts for this job.

Lilia: Crewel, the room they're using is the Pop Music Club's.

Kalim: Yeah! And I want to be friends with her!

Idia: Well, Kalim could definitely buy some furniture.

Lilia: Yes! And I'll buy her son toys!

Professor Crewel: ...

Professor Crewel: Rosehearts, what do you think?

Riddle: I don't mind.

Azul: Are not you appointing him since the lady's son shares his name?

Professor Crewel: Yes. That's the reason.

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Thank you for accompanying me, Cater and Trey.

Trey: We want to meet the lady too.

Cater: I met her in person, and she is really nice. Though it felt like I was talking to someone older.

Trey: *chuckles* She's a mother. Of course, you would feel that way.

Riddle: Ah. We're here.

Riddle, Trey, and Cater: *noticed that the door was slightly open and decided to peek inside*

F!MC: *cuddling her son while reading him a recipe out of a cookbook*

Toddler Riddle: Mama? Do we have to follow everything in this?

F!MC: Hmm... I think we can change the shape of the eggs and carrots.

Toddler Riddle: I'll make them stars.

F!MC: Oh! That will be great, Riddle! Do you want to cook it yourself? Mama will make you mini-kitchen utensils!

Toddler Riddle: Yes, please.

Riddle, Trey, and Cater: ...

*The three decided to move steps back.*

Cater and Trey: *communicates through eye-contact*

Trey: 'Mini-kitchen utensils.'

Cater: 'Yes. And that's so adorable!'

*meanwhile*

Riddle: *his mother issues are trembling*

Riddle: Professor Crewel, I would certainly appreciate it if you would not assign me chores related to assisting the lady.

Professor Crewel: Why? Is there a problem?

Riddle: ...

Riddle: N-No...

Professor Crewel: I was hoping you would be friends with her because you are the same age and can serve as a role model for her to strive more in the future.

Professor Crewel: In any circumstance, I would delegate responsibility to another person. Do not worry.

Riddle: ...

*Back in Heartslabyul*

Trey: Riddle? What happened to you? Why did you run?

Riddle: I had a pressing task to complete.

Cater: Well, Trey? Have you seen how happy they were when we gave them the mini-kitchen utensils? 🥺

Cater: Ridz said thank you and called me "Uncle Cater".

Trey: *chuckles* Yeah. You almost squealed because of that.

Cater: By the way, Riddle? MC was looking forward to meeting you.

Riddle: Huh? Why?

Trey: She's interested to know what our Riddle is like. You know, someone her son can look up to?

Riddle: ...

Riddle: Maybe next time, Trey.

Riddle: Definitely...

Trey and Cater: ...

#twisted wonderland #twst teen!mom mc #twst toddler riddle oc #twst riddle #twst trey #twst cater #twst lilia #twst idia #twst azul #twst crowley #twst crewel #twst trein #twst vargas #twst sam

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regressionworldz · 4 months

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I think it was about time I drew some CG!Aziraphale and Little!Crowley, I honestly can't get enough of them, especially since Crowley is clearly so baby coded, I can't wait for the next season!

On another note, I know you guys have been wanting me to provide headcanons on some of these characters, so I've decided to compile a small list for them! If you guys enjoy these headcanons, I'll try doing more for other characters.

GOOD OMENS AGERE HEADCANONS!

Aziraphale discovered that Crowley had been a regressor in the last 100, perhaps 200 years, around the 1800s era. Prior to that period, Crowley had been a regressor but kept it a secret, showing little concern for himself.

He unintentionally regressed and faced significant challenges in reclaiming his former self. Aziraphale likely perceived it as a panic attack, a common occurrence for Crowley and a factor that increased the likelihood of his regression.

He becomes extremely sensitive to pain during regression, yet he makes an effort to conceal it. Even a minor injury like pricking his finger prompts tears and shakiness, but he refrains from admitting the pain. This sensitivity stems from the trauma of the angelic fall, where angels experience pain for the first time, and the impact of the descent can leave their bodies broken for hours or even days. While Crowley may have felt pain as a human, the fall marked the first instance he truly felt vulnerable and weak.

Snakes have limited color vision, primarily perceiving shades of blue and green (though there might be some variation). Recognizing this, Aziraphale purchases and knits toys for Crowley within that specific color range.

During regression, Crowley opts for a more concise term, referring to Aziraphale simply as 'angel.' Occasionally, he might use 'papa,' though it occurs less frequently.

When Crowley is happy, he engages in vocal stims, emitting squeals or spontaneous, joyful noises.

Crowley holds a preference for snakes as his favorite animal, yet he appreciates any plushie he receives, with a particular fondness for sheep and goats.

Crowley typically sheds tears either upon waking up or at the onset of regression. Throughout the rest of the time, he makes an effort to suppress his tears. When upset, he opts for deep breaths as a coping mechanism, consciously avoiding crying. However, this emotional suppression can lead to him becoming worked up.

While regressed, Aziraphale assists Crowley in tending to his plants. However, later on, Crowley becomes frustrated with himself for being kind to his plants, expressing displeasure with the unexpected benevolence.

During Crowley's regression, Aziraphale is inclined to prepare warm meals for him. Although Crowley doesn't eat often, he readily indulges in meals provided by Aziraphale.

Crowley has a star mobile above his crib that Aziraphale added, allowing him to gaze at the stars, a simple joy that consistently brings him happiness.

Hope you guys enjoyed some of these papa azi and little crowley headcanons!

#agere #age regression #my art #babyre #kidre #age regressor #age dreaming #agedre #kiki draws #fanart #good omens #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #crowley #agere headcanons #headcanons #agere art

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thethingswedotomorrow · 4 months

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Every time I see any type of Good Omens fan content, I am shocked at just how varied, creative, and TALENTED the community is.

But also they're determined to make Crowley suffer as much as possible, in every variation and it's slightly hilarious to me

Not only does this poor demon suffer tremendously in canon, but every single fic I see is one or more of

Crowley is frozen

Crowley is burnt

Crowley drowns

Crowley is tortured physically

Crowley is tortured EMOTIONALLY

Crowley is discorporated

Crowley is VIOLENTLY discorporated

Crowley loses his memories

Crowley is trapped in a time loop and REMEMBERS YEARS WORTH OF THE SAME DAYS

Crowley is traumatized

Crowley is Traumatized 2.0 Electric Boogaloo

Crowley is alone and abandoned

Crowley is finally happy with Aziraphale, and THEN abandoned

Crowley is divorced

Crowley is kidnapped

Crowley is stuck as a snake

Crowley is kidnapped AS A SNAKE BY HUMANS

If there's a piece of Good Omens content, chances are something WILD happens to Crowley, including AU's

And Aziraphale has a healthy dose of anxiety, religious trauma, and neurodivergence sprinkled in there in between all of that. I just really appreciate the creativity of this fandom.

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dingledraw · 2 months

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Hiii I just wanted to tell you that I love each one of your comics and drawings, your art style, how you draw Crowley and aziraphale, the expressions, the coloring EVERYTHING!

Your posts always make me happy and brighten my day.

Thank you very much :)

Awww, thank you 🥹 That’s really kind! I really appreciate your message and I’m glad my silly drawings make your day a bit better 🥰 Hope you have wonderful day 🤗

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #fem!crowley #fem!aziraphale #asks🗣️#ineffeble wives #doodles #on the beach ✌️😗

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actual-changeling · 5 months

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Uh. Hi! I'm Alex and I love writing pain.

I've seen the angst war going on and I am incredibly tempted to contribute; I'm not quite sure of the rules (if there are any) so feel free to bring me up to speed. Updates will be at whatever pace is fun/doable for me, interactions, asks etc. always very much appreciated 💚

@goodomensafterdark @daneecastle @gleafer @gahellhimself-blog @vavoom-sorted-art @kotias

I will put appropriate content tags on every chapter and make a masterpost once I have a handful of posts. Please keep in mind that this series is going to deal with a heavy dose of unreality, self-injurious behaviour, substance abuse, erratic behaviour/mood swings, and more. There will be a happy ending.

Now, without further ado, the first instalment of what is going to be us following Crowley down the path of (hopefully temporary) insanity.

rest your head \\ chapter 1

(~800 w, no additional warnings)

Sleep deprivation, while usually not fatal, is not the least bit pleasant. Human brains require sleep to function—and not just their minds, either. The entire body breaks down oh so slowly as every system designed to keep it alive deteriorates without the comforting embrace of unconsciousness.

However, the actual cause of death is yet to be identified, and luckily Crowley's corporation functions on the principle of 'what it doesn't know won't kill it'.

Over the centuries, earthly indulgences have become more and more common, pleasures easily sought and found no matter where he went, although nothing ever beat a good night's (or decade's) rest. Sleep calms his mind and allows him to drift through time without a care, surrounded by ever-shifting dream clouds and the occasional vivid interference. In short, it takes away the pain, and Someone knows there is a lot to carry when he returns home for the first time in four years.

No dust had dared to settle on the furniture, and the familiar smell of damp earth welcomes him. Locking the door behind him, Crowley blindly finds his way through the corridors, kicking off his shoes as he goes and throwing his glasses onto the nearest surface. When he pushes into his bedroom, which is just as pristine as he had left it, the anger churning in his gut cools.

Home. Has he ever had a home? Once upon a time, maybe, before time had been born, surrounded by breathing nebulae and void, and then—

Eden. Him. Right, that's done.

A snap of his fingers and his clothes change into a set of silk pyjamas, the fabric brushing over his skin like liquid silver, and the black-out curtains snap shut. Darkvision is one of the advantages of being a demon, but he finds the dark has nothing to offer him today, so he closes his eyes and pulls back the sheets to curl around a pillow.

Images flicker in the pulsating emptiness left behind, piercing blue eyes and fluttering hands, a press of lips against his, words digging into his skull like tadpoles making a home within his brain matter. Electricity crawls over his slowly numbing body, urging him to disappear, to sink into nothingness and waste away until he is a dried stain on the mattress.

No one will come looking for him, after all.

Maybe the world will be brighter once he wakes, the pain duller, the loneliness less aching and all-consuming. Within his chest bleeds a hollow, jagged wound, dripping black blood and drowning the radiant remnants of Aziraphale's presence; his essence is familiar, it's- home.

Crowley does not need to sleep, yet somewhere between Rome and the present, he had forgotten about it, his corporation shifting and changing, craving rest and punishing him for its absence. It will not kill him, it does not even occur to him that it might, but there are countless fates worth than death and he is already living one of them. What's another added to the mess his life has become?

His nails dig into the pillow case, his consciousness choking on the scorched battlefield of the day, but no matter how hard he tries, how desperately he commands his body to bend to his wills, sleep refuses to come. A new, different kind of pain rises, worse than fatigue and infinitely more addictive. Its sting is battery acid on his tongue, infusing him with a restlessness that is scratching on his bones, and when blue irises keep mocking him behind closed lids, he forces his eyes open, turns onto his back, and stares at the ceiling, waiting.

Light wanders and shifts, barely visible through the heavy fabric adorning his windows, and it dips behind the horizon before reappearing on the other side. Crowley stares at white paint and counts the moving dots gradually clouding his vision, absently pressing his knuckles against his sternum over and over—whether to calm himself or to chase away mental pain with physical is beyond his awareness.

Both, neither, maybe.

His too-human body protests and whines, and once he begins to see blue shadows in his periphery, Crowley bites his tongue and gets up. Coffee will help, then a hot shower, and yelling his plants back into order is going to occupy most of his afternoon anyway, so what's a night without sleep?

The next one will bring him the rest he needs, and Aziraphale's eyes will stop striking him down whenever he blinks. He is alone now (alone in London, alone on earth, his chest constricts and twists at the thought, stealing his breath) and he will have to get used to it; it'll be fine eventually, right?

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Three days later Crowley is staring at his bedroom ceiling, impatient, restless, exhausted, and attempting to chase away the bone-white teeth hovering underneath lightning-blue eyes.

"Fine, have it your way," he snaps eventually, his voice too loud in an empty room, and feels the smile breathing down his neck all the way to the kitchen.

#alex writes good omens #good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable angst war #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 2 #go2 #aziracrow #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable divorce #im sure there is at least one person who saw this coming #if you thought i was giving you pain before we are about to enter an entirely new abyss

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aziraphales-library · 4 months

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hello!! i love you all so much (platonic) and appreciate the work you do. do you have any recs where one/both of the ineffable husbands/wives is getting out of a relationship and goes to the other for comfort and maybe realizes they've been in love with them the whole time? thanks so much <333333

Here are some break-up friends-to-lovers fics for you...

I'm All Yours by FeralTuxedo (E)

Anthony J. Crowley knew he looked like a walking mid-life crisis. The tight jeans, half-up bun and sunglasses positively screamed ‘I left my wife for the babysitter and bought a vintage car just to feel alive again.’ In an adaptation of his life, he’d be played by Hugh Grant. He looked like a divorcee desperate for action, and it didn’t help that he was currently standing outside a nightclub surrounded by drunk twenty-year-olds. But Crowley wasn’t here for a good time tonight. He was on a rescue mission. Crowley has been rescuing his friend Aziraphale over and over again for a decade. Hopelessly in love, ready to jump at a moment’s notice when he was needed. When Aziraphale finally breaks up with his partner, Crowley is there to help him through what’s looking to be one hell of a mid-life crisis. Things could finally change. If he manages not to mess it up again. A human AU with a whole forest’s worth of pining squeezed into a single day.

…And They Were Roommates by Mimsynims (E)

“You know… I just remembered that Richard and I were going away for a few days next month.” Something devious came over him. “Richard paid for it, but the booking is in my name.” Crowley quickly caught on to what he was getting at. “Ooh, I see. That’s convenient.” He grinned. “For us." When Aziraphale's boyfriend Richard (Dick) breaks up with him, he and his roommate Crowley hijacks an intended couples' vacation and uses it for themselves. Lines that had started to blur even before their trip gets even more blurry - which perhaps isn't the best thing when both are hiding a crush on the other (and communication isn't their strong suit).

Ezra at the Wedding by tenandi (E)

Ezra's ex is moving on but he's determined to stop the wedding. With his handsome neighbor masquerading as his new love interest, will he win back his true love and rewrite the happy ending he deserves? - Crowley was leaning against the doorframe, obviously hungover and running on about two hours of sleep. A ripped t-shirt hung off one shoulder over a pair of boxers with devil ducks printed all over them. To top it all off, he was wearing black velvet slippers embroidered with his monogram. In any other instance, Ezra would have laughed but he was too busy being wrapped up in his anguish. “What do you want, Crowley?” Ezra fumed. “I am having a moment here!”

You are HoMe (Half of Me) by angelsnuffbox (T)

Aziraphale had gotten dumped, plain and simple. But that small detail wasn’t nearly as important as all the things that happened after he’d gotten dumped - such as coming to a few realisations about his best friend of sixteen years.

Hooped Earrings by OfEden (E)

After 29 years Azira comes out. While her family and ex boyfriend don't support her, her life long best friend is there by her side every step of the way.

Crawling Back To You by madrabbitwrites (NR)

College-age Aziraphale pushed his closest friend away and moved out of town with his married Literature professor in a panicked attempt at escaping his family’s rampant homophobia. Years later, devastated by a dreadful break-up, he’s returned to his small hometown to live with his brother and attempt to heal his broken heart (and broken life, if he were being honest with himself). What he didn’t count on was his old friend Crawley- now calling himself Crowley and looking dashing as ever- to have returned as well. Crawley’s wounds from their last argument are deep and Aziraphale may never be able to regain what they once had, but he’d certainly like to try. The two of them need to have an actual conversation, but that’s not really how these plots go, is it?

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #break up #friends to lovers #adult omens #human au #mod d

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quoththemaiden · 1 month

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The final chapter of @mrghostrat's Big Name Feelings Good Omens AU is dropping tomorrow, so obviously there was no way I could resist writing another fanscene. (Previous scene 1, 2, 3) Inspired by the sheer domesticity of chapters 15 and 16, enjoy this end-of-series scene.

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Crowley's key fumbled against the lock — still Aziraphale's lock, technically, but very firmly Crowley's key. "Dinner was good, though?"

Aziraphale rolled his eyes a little at how much more attention his face was getting than the keyhole. Sherlock Holmes might have blamed the wine they shared at dinner for the scratches around the lock, but Aziraphale knew better. "It was delicious, of course. You should know; you were there."

"Nnyeah, well, it's your opinion I care about." As if that weren't obvious from Crowley having gotten them a table at one of the city's best restaurants on Valentine's Day and insisting on not even letting him see the bill.

As if Aziraphale was ever any good at hiding his appreciation of good food.

"Quite sure," Aziraphale replied with a gentle touch on Crowley's arm that swiftly turned into snagging the key from him to open the door himself. Crowley let out a huffy laugh as he followed him inside. "Tea?"

"Sure, if that goes with whatever we're doing next." Crowley had been trying to wheedle Aziraphale's planned gift out of him for the past two weeks, and Aziraphale had remained utterly firm in not sharing it with him. Crowley insisted that whatever Aziraphale planned would be alright with him so there was no reason for Aziraphale to be shy about it, and Aziraphale had said "I know, dearest," and somehow that's as far as Crowley's attempts at learning Aziraphale's plans ever got.

Aziraphale fussed around with the tea and put on some music — old-fashioned stuff on actual CDs, the sap — and Crowley was left to lean against the doorjamb watching him and coming to terms with being so terribly, completely besotted that their evening plans could be "absolutely nothing" and Crowley wouldn't love it a single speck less. Aziraphale had said that he'd always thought of Valentine's Day as just another day, and that he'd certainly never considered that he might be able to celebrate it publicly, so Crowley was already delighted at having coaxed him out to dinner. Crowley found himself very suddenly aware that if Aziraphale's supposed plans amounted to nothing at all, he honestly wouldn't mind. His fifteen-year-old self would eat him alive if he knew, and Crowley felt warm inside to know that that was his younger self's loss.

Crowley blinked out of his reverie in time to help Aziraphale carry the teacups into the living room, and was almost surprised when Aziraphale brought a bag in with him as he followed. "Whazzat?"

"Painting supplies, dear." Aziraphale set the bag down on the coffee table.

Another point in favor of another evening spent doing nothing unusual. Crowley relaxed back into the couch, wondering if his melting heart could leave stains on the fabric. "What're you gonna paint?"

"You!" Par for the course again, then. Aziraphale gave a happy wriggle. "I hope you aren't ticklish!"

Wait, what?

"Uh?" Crowley picked up one of the paints Aziraphale was setting out and found that the label said, quite clearly, "body safe." "Angel?"

Aziraphale looked at him with a smile that said he was still 100% confident in his plan despite Crowley's confusion. "I thought it might be a nice reminder of the con. Getting an airbrush and making stencils didn't seem sensible, really, but I know how to use a brush well enough."

Crowley let out a breathy laugh. "'Well enough' 's an understatement. Geez, now MY gift feels—"

"—completely, perfectly tailored to me," Aziraphale cut in. "I would have been actually cross if you'd insisted on getting me another sword." Crowley laughed again, and it warmed Aziraphale's heart that he'd seemed to do nothing but laugh all night. Aziraphale patted Crowley's hand before picking up his tea, taking an appreciative sip and willing it to calm the excited fluttering in his chest. "What do you think? Another serpent on your cheek? I was thinking a tree would look rather lovely spread across your spine and shoulder blades..."

Crowley shivered a little at that, easily able to picture Aziraphale straddling his hips as he lay on the bed, Aziraphale's left palm spread flat on his back to keep himself steady with the rise and falls of Crowley's breath, his paintbrush tenderly tracing a line along his spine...

"Snake first," he agreed quickly. "And then..." He looked down on Aziraphale's arms and swallowed. "Think you could paint on your own arm? I could help hold things steady for you."

"Oh," Aziraphale breathed, and Crowley's heart clenched in the best of ways. He had no idea how Aziraphale always managed to say that like he was falling in love all over again, time and time again, but he did.

No, that wasn't quite right. Crowley probably did know. He suspected it came from the same place as the way he'd looked at Aziraphale as he helped him out of the car today. Aziraphale had taken his arm without hesitation and looked up at him with a warmer smile than any mortal had ever earned, and Crowley had been certain he was wearing his own heart on his sleeve, his vest, and every other garment he owned.

He adored him, and somehow, ineffably, it was the smallest moments that made it stand out the most.

"...right," Aziraphale managed to say around the happy tightness in his throat. "Some art for the both of us, then."

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #ineffable husbands #bnf au #fanfiction of fanfiction #my writing #absolutely amazing fic bilvy #you should be proud!!

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notinusesworld · 6 months

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“A somber reunion” Crowley x Angel!Reader

a/n: i haven’t actually wrote something this long before so i hope it’s coherent, i am open to constructive criticism though ^^ this is probs one of my favourite things i’ve wrote so far

synopsis: g!n reader, when crowley was an angel, you two was inseparable. you was the angel given the task of creating all the plants on earth. however, after crowley fell, you was forbidden from seeing him. one day, you was given the chance to spend some time on earth, where you found your long lost love

warnings: mentions of him fallen. kinda sad but not written in an upsetting way, fluffy

words: 1.7k 😧

requests are open and encouraged

At the beginning of time, Crowley had the kind of awe and wonder a child would have. You all did. Because, really, the angels were just children. God had only recently brought them into the universe, an empty and cold world, with only one job: to build the world she wants to fulfil her plan. Crowley was left with one of the most incredible jobs of them all: creating the stars that creatures on the soon-to-be-made Earth will gaze upon.

You were also a wide-eyed angel; you created a lot of the plants that populated the Earth. From corals to trees, you had a heavy influence on all of them, and Crowley had an intense interest in you because of it, which led him to develop a deep love for plants. You were even the one that created the beautiful garden of Eden, and so eventually the very apples that would later cause humanity to sin. Crowley thought it was silly to even have a test that could doom humans; you hadn’t thought of it that way until he mentioned it in passing one day.

Mean high school girls didn’t exist yet, but if they did, that would definitely be how you described some of the other angels—they didn’t like Crowley. You never quite understood why; he was very kind and a lot of fun to be with. You believed it was just because he was different; he wasn’t as snobbish as the others.

You both liked to hang around each other a lot. When marriage was invented and Crowley heard of it, he absolutely adored it and wanted to ask you to do it. Until he learned that angels weren’t allowed to, he wasn’t very happy with that fact. But when hugs and cuddles were invented, you spent a lot of time sitting among the stars doing so. After he made the other planets, he liked to take you to your favourite one to gaze upon its beauty together.

Slowly, though, you watched him be shunned by heaven, they didn’t appreciate how often he questioned the divine plan. He started to resent God for how little she seemed to care for her own creations. You tried to guide him, of course, but a lot of the time that just caused you to get in trouble. You watched as he became friends with the soon-to-be fallen and just kind of went along with his friends during Lucifer's rebellion. They all became damned to hell.

You were devastated, of course. You were forbidden to go down to Earth and see him; visiting Hell was unheard of. He was the only one that really seemed to understand you in heaven, and you were frustrated at the system that caused what happened to happen. In your eyes, he was never as vile or as dangerous as the other demons; he was just curious and the smartest person you’ve ever met. You would never say that, of course, in fear of being dammed the same way he was.

You only hear of him occasionally; there are rumours of him being the one who temped Eve and how he’ll eventually be the one to influence the Anti-Christ. You’re not sure what to make of it. On the one hand, after you figured out what love was, you realised that’s what you felt for him, and you couldn’t imagine him doing such terrible things. However, you also realised that he was just doing his job as much as you were; you were the one that created the apple after all. If you didn't, someone else would; he probably thinks the same.

Crowley still thinks of you fairly often. Even though it’s been a thousand years, his feelings for you never went away. But the more time passed, the easier it was for him to deal with the fact that he would probably never see you again. The admiration for plants you fostered in him is still as strong as ever; he spends a lot of time caring for his own. At a certain point, he completely accepted that you may never meet again, but he still loved you as much as he did while humans weren’t even wandering on the Earth yet. The demon is conflicted about these feelings, though; on the one hand, he hates that you’re still a part of a system that screws people over. But on the other hand, he knew how pure your heart was and that the other demons would eat you alive if you fell like him. He thinks being separated from you was one of the worst punishments he faced, and also the fear that you now hate him for being a demon.

It’s now the 20th century, specifically the roaring 60s. You’ve been getting fed up with all your beautiful trees being destroyed and have requested to go down to Earth to try and guide humanity into making better decisions on how they’re treating the world. You spent a lot of time building the rainforest. You knew not many humans would take refuge within them, and so you created a massive diversity of plants and trees, all working together in harmony, being sure to make it the perfect home for hundreds of species for fellow angels to populate the world with. It broke your heart to see it being treated with such cruelty.

To your surprise, your request was accepted, and you were able to travel down to Earth, only needing to report back once a week. You haven’t been to Earth in a long time, the last time being during the great flood to ensure all the plants made it through safely. Earth is very different from what it was back then. You decided to land in London to start. Being one of the biggest cities in the world, you thought it was a good start to find good people that would be able to make a change.

There was another motive, of course. You do not dare speak to another soul. Not even to yourself. As you adjusted to the time, you found yourself roaming around the city more and more, hoping to even get a glimpse of the man you sought. The streets were full of colour and hope in the postwar era. You were worried you would stick out like a sore thumb in white, but to your delight, you seemed just as normal as everyone else around you. You found refuge among botanists and florists, ecstatic that there’s humans on this planet that appreciate your work the way they do.

You were pleased to see how humans are becoming more loving and accepting of others with all the counterculture movements. You had no trouble finding people that were able to adopt the “save the trees” movement, as you called it, and hundreds of trees have already been planted around Britain so far. The issues of what happens to the climate when there’s a lack of trees have been integrated into a lot of political movements slowly. You feel hopeful, but you also know that in about a century, and all of your hard work will be erased, no matter what you do, which upsets you.

It took a few weeks until you finally saw it. “A.Z. FELL & Co.” You’re not sure what drew you to the location; you can tell another angel has had an influence over it. However, it was closed. You decided to miracle yourself in anyway. The bell rings as a voice can be heard behind the tall book shelf. “Didn’t you read the sign? We’re closed! How did you get in here any-?"

The man stopped in his tracks at seeing you gently shutting the door behind you; he was unable to finish his sentence and just looked at you with the same kind of expression you expect from someone who just saw a ghost. You, however, looked more like a child who just found out they'd gotten a puppy on Christmas day.

You walk towards him and say, “Crowley! Do my eyes deceive me, or is that really you?” He does not answer, still looking at you with his mouth slightly agape. You cannot tell where he’s looking due to his glasses. When you get close enough, instead of responding, he just pulls you into a tight embrace. You hug him back, of course. It’s been a long time since you’ve had one, the last being from him before the revolution.

“My dear Crowley. I’m so sorry it took me so long to be able to find you again.” You say it softly, almost at a whisper, while moving your hand to his hair. “I thought you were never coming back.” His voice cracks, as if he were stopping himself from crying.

You pull back slightly at this, hoping to meet his eyes. You raise your hand in an attempt to take off his glasses; he, however, holds onto your wrist in an attempt to stop you. “I don’t think you actually want them off.” He chuckles, but you can tell he doesn’t actually mean it in a playful way.

You look at him intensely and say, “I’m quite sure I do.” You continue to move your hand despite his still being on your wrist. Lifting up the glasses, you look deep into his pale yellow snake eyes; you weren’t expecting it, in all honesty, and you weren’t sure how to react. You didn’t mind it, but it shocked you. He looked embarrassed.

You move the glasses to the top of his head. Now, you didn’t actually know what a kiss was until recently, when you saw it in a film. You didn’t quite understand it, what the appeal was. Until this moment, that is. Crowley pulled you into one. His lips met yours; you weren’t too sure of what to do, so you just closed your eyes and tried to kiss back. It was soft and warm—even better than a hug, you thought to yourself.

When he pulled away, he hugged you once again, burying your face in his chest. “You’re a terrible kisser.” He smirked, you felt his heart racing against your face. “Well, I didn’t know of it until recently!” You mumble against him. His hold on you was tight; you felt as if you couldn’t move. He was afraid of letting you go in case you disappeared; he was worried you were only a figment of his imagination.

After a few moments of silence, he whispers, “I want you to stay with me.”

a/n: i hope you enjoyed! i wasn’t sure how to end it exactly so i’ll let you lovely people reading it to decide, if you’d like to send me a message through my requests about what you think would happen from there then feel free, id love to read them!

#good omens #good omems x y/n #good omens x you #good omens x reader #good omens requests #good omens imagine #crowley x y/n #crowley x you #crowley x reader #crowley #good omens crowley #good omens fanfiction #crowley imagine #crowley fanfiction #david tennant x reader

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Fluffy Good Omens fanfiction masterlist

huge thanks to @heller04, @turquoisedata and @smoxensweetpea from Garden of Eden server for this list of super fluffy angst-free ineffable fanfics🥳

legend: one shot, shorter fic, longer fic, series, a f*cking saga

Temporary Tattoo by cyankelpie - Crowley's snake tattoo wandering around, a lot of people love this one

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian - the title says it all and it's freaking hillarious

Put Out The Fire by Aleakim - a spell makes everyone fall in love with Aziraphale the moment they see him, except for Crowley, 'cause... you know

I Slithered Here From Eden by Cryptand_Bismol - "yeah, you probably should have kissed him sooner"

air conditioned, love unconditional by fractalgeometry - Aziraphale is a ceiling fan and Crowley is an air conditioner

where the lights burn low and you're only mine by hopelessromantic549 - they move into a cottage and Aziraphale is trying to be rational

Texts from an Unknown Number by GaryOldman - first of the Wrong Number AU series, human AU, Azi's text does not end up where he wanted it to

Family by Association by otherhawk - Warlock finding his nanny

snake time by RosePetalsAndRain - snake Crowley getting cozy in the bookshop

Getting a Wiggle On by Kedreeva - Crowley leaves Azi fake eggs to babysit...

is it that we are dying? by NeverNooitNiet - Aziraphale has to help a dying demon escape from a church in England, 1349 EDIT: put here by mistake, it's sad but with a happy ending!

Press My Petals To Your Heart by ranguvar82 - miscommunication queens talk with flowers

I want it to be an "us" by Mimisempai - first of the Ineffable Growing Love series, S2 fix-it

Fifty Ways to Kiss Your Partner by ICarryDeathOnMyWings - literally fifty types of kisses, how adorable is that, "Fluffy as heck, y'all."

Tangled Up by No1fan15 - just fluff I guess

The Duality of Grief and Forgiveness by SealandRocks - the others arrange a dinner so the ineffable idiots can finally talk

right in front of me by raphvfx - Azi and Crowley finding out about the Good Omens book

Scare me goodnight, my love by The_Rogue_Bard - Crowley being Aziraphale's sleep paralysis demon

The Coffee by Ghostofafruit - Crowley does not like Metatron's coffee

How to Woo a Demon by Bookwormgal - after Armegeddidn't Azi wants to admit his feelings but he just can't do it the normal way, can he

Starting A Trend by somethingscarlet13 - they wanna get married

In the bleak midwinter by HolRose - human AU, a rather confused middle aged bookseller bumps into a handsome red-haired man in black

Miracle me a house by IneffableDemon - After the Amrmageddidn't, the Almighty wants them to play house

Clear As Day by HopeCoppice - Crowley actually knowing Azi's filing system (not a good thing)

Let It Snow by inffablenerd - stuck in the bookshop because of a snowstorm

This Strange Sweetness by KannaOphelia - they admit they're a couple, also there's a pear

Find Out How Much Love The World Can Hold by ineffablefool - Azi starts saying "I love you" at the end of phone calls

The Whole Truth by Aethelflaed - a cursed tome in the bookshop

Forget-me-not by gothikmaus - Five times they erased each other's memory after accidentally confessing their love, plus one time they didn't.

Putting the Endearment in Dear by JoyAndOtherStories - Azi calling everyone my dear, including Crowley

Unrequited by Arielavader - Crowley being a jealous bitch

Happily Ever After by IneffableToreshi - snake Crowley can't change back + ineffable stupidity

Fortune Cookies by PlantsJustWannaHaveFun - Anathema's Armageddidn't afterparty with a bit of future telling

Please tag the authors so they know their work is appreciated❤️

Note: I have not yet read them all but I will be making an AO3 collection as I'll be going through the list

#can i hear a wahoo #fluff #fluffy fanfic #fluffy fluff #fanfic #fanfiction #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #ineffable idiots #ineffable husbands #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 fanfiction #archive of our own

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So how about a one shot where Aziraphale realises he has hots for Crowley getting his hands dirty?

😈😈😈😈

Aziraphale decided that he really should have fallen a very long time ago.

He never out loud admitted that he was putting himself in danger to get Crowley to save him - or in other words - to see him. It would probably be seen as pathetic or blasphemous considering he was pretending to be a poor Angel in need of saving by a Demon. But Crowley always showed up and never judged him and Aziraphale wondered if he knew.

He probably did. Crowley was a cheeky bastard but for some reason never tried to tease him about this, so Aziraphale decided he went along with it because he liked saving him. Or he liked him.

Hey, it worked for every heroine in the book. That’s where he got the idea from in the first place. They were always saved by the handsome bad boy that was only soft for them. Aziraphale decided to test out the little fantasy - and it worked. He liked the feeling of being rescued, he always struggled to pretend that he doesn’t really need the help, because his face was probably beaming from happiness. It wasn’t just the rescuing, it was seeing the demon and knowing he might be able to spend a few hours in his company.

But those days were long over. Now he and that demon had their own cottage and there was nothing to be rescued from… apart from a neighbour who tried to stick her nose in their business and Crowley found it funny until she said a mean thing to Aziraphale and he snapped at her in a way that ensured she never bothered them again.

Aziraphale was content and happy. They really finally had their peace. And he had Crowley all for himself.

Things were so peaceful in fact that he forgot that Crowley was a tempting creature. Aziraphale was used to him, he knew his flirt, he knew the seduction. He was lucky to have all of this in his normal everyday life.

But what was infuriating was that Crowley didn’t know of all the ways he was seductive when he wasn’t trying.

Or perhaps Aziraphale really should have fallen because he had a goddamn dirty mind.

Six thousand years! This is how long he knew the demon for, but only when they got the cottage he found out that Crowley was very much into sorting things out himself. He worked on the Bentley. He fixed the boiler. He fixed their appliances. He was so good at figuring things out.

And Aziraphale should had been a good partner who appreciated having such a hands on partner. Instead he felt himself swallowing hard seeing him working without a T-shirt on, sweat and dirt smudged across the uncovered body, as he twisted his slim hips to get behind the old boiler which played up again.

Or… it might have been… Aziraphale who broke it.

Why was he finding it so hot?! It was Crowley! He was hot and sexy and Aziraphale could have him whenever he wanted since that demon was last to say no, cheeky grin on his face majority of the time. They had a lot of years to catch up on, that was their excuse.

Yet somehow that bloody snake was not catching up that Aziraphale was breaking things on purpose to see him twisting, half naked and dirty.

Not even when he convinced Bentley to suddenly start losing oil because good lord Crowley covered in black smudges.

“You know what?” Crowley spoke up, one hand on the boiler, hot, sweaty and dirty. “I think we need to call someone over. I am clearly doing something wrong if it keeps on breaking. We can’t live here like this, it gets so hot. I’m sweating! I’ve never sweat in my life!”

“What?” Aziraphale’s voice was way too high. “Don’t be ridiculous, you’re perfect.”

Crowley would have given him a surprised look normally, but he was too busy wondering what was wrong with the boiler.

Aziraphale wondered if his miracle was a bit too good this time. They were really getting too easy for him to do at this stage.

God, help me.

God was probably laughing her ass off at him.

“It’s not that hot.” Aziraphale waved his hand dismissively.

“Angel. We are melting.” Crowley looked at him surprised, finally.

His hair was stuck to his forehead.

God, forgive me, for I am going to sin so badly, Aziraphale breathed.

God was definitely laughing now.

“What’s up?” Crowley was suddenly right in front of his face. Aziraphale groaned. “You’re being really weird.”

Get the hint you bloody demon.

“I am not weird!” Aziraphale scoffed, trying to be offended but his hands were touching Crowley’s chest, so that didn’t work out.

“You’re going to get your hands dirty, Angel.” Crowley said, still not getting the hint.

“I don’t mind.”

Crowley looked confused for a moment, but he finally did get the hint -when Aziraphale’s hands reached his belt and pulled him closer.

“Angel.” Crowley’s face turned into that smug smirk that Aziraphale loved but would never admit it. “Are you trying to tell me you like me like this?”

“Only for the past three months, dear.” He unlocked his belt and threw it to the floor.

Crowley laughed delighted. “You’re the one who keeps on breaking everything.”

“Possibly.”

“Aziraphale.”

“Just take your pants off, Crowley.”

He wasn’t planning to worship God tonight.

#good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow

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searchingforakeythatdoesntexist · 4 months

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"Day 4: "Pretty faces, electric souls". – Good Omens (Ineffable Wives)

I've seen the world, lit it up as my stage now

Channelling angels in the new age now

Hot summer days, rock and roll

The way you'd play for me at your show

And all the ways I got to know

Your pretty face and electric soul

[Previous] [Next Day] [First Day] - Don't forget to 💕/ reblog ;-)

Personal challenge: a simple sketch each day

Goal: forcing me to keep things simple - inking, shading, just a few sashes of colour

Improvement pursued: to get the movement, the emotion, finding how to add depth, learning how to leave things barely finished

Max time allowed: 2 hours (and a half, for emergency researches) instead of 8-20 on my previous projects

Today's theme chosen by me: I wanted to finally draw our Ineffable Wives – first time ever for me. I indulged in a « The-Great-Gatsby-movie » mood, and an intimate scene as they could have behind the scene. I love the way Aziraphale is trustfully watching Crowley. And I am pretty sure Crowley is blushing a little under this white powder make-up.

More trivia infomations after the cut. Thank you all for your kind words and your wonderful tags! Please, continue to share! I am so happy to see my artworks are appreciated!

Trivia : I had so many clothes, jewels and hair-dressing references for this one. But it was so difficult to do it correctly and I was lacking time, so I had to get a looooot simpler. I think I’ll come back to this one later, once my personal daily challenge is over.

Trivia 2 : I always try to draw them with David Tennant and Michael Sheen physical traits in mind – part of my challenge. But here, that was the first time ever I tried to feminise masculine traits. It felt very weird for me while I was drawing, could not feel satisfied until I smooth and smooth again their nose, their brow and their chin/neck… maybe I overdid. I wanted DT and MS still be recognisable as women here, I think I’ll do better next time.

Trivia 3: there is blue and grey in Aziraphale’s eyes and Crowley’s jewels. There is gold in Crowley’s eyes and Aziraphale’s jewels. Do what you want with this information, while I am dying of cuteness in my goblin’s corner.

#Good Omens #Crowley #Aziraphale #Aziracrow #Ineffable husbands #Ineffable lovers #Ineffable dumbasses #Ineffable idiots #David Tennant #Michael Sheen #ElenthyaAndGoodOmens #ElenPersonnalChallenge #Ineffable wives #The Great Gatsby #ElenthyaGallery

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IM CRYING I GOT SICK SO I DONT FEEL WELL😭😭😭😭 Still I'll push through and get these Valentine's scenarios to you!!! You might get the other two a bit later tho so sorry!!!

Azul would definitely make sure to give you your gift first. He has done extensive research and came to Ramshackle with a bouquet of your favorite flowers! Though Valentines wasn't foreign to him, the way humans celebrated was a bit different! Then he'd take you to the town on the island, because somehow he got permission from Crowley!

It was with a bribe

........

At least you think so? But you got to go and have a great time on the rest of the island so who cares? He took you to multiple shops and then to the beach after. When you got back to campus you both went to his dorm. And it confused him to no end when you told him to wait while you ran off towards the dorms kitchen. He waited like an hour until you came out. He was a little annoyed but he couldn't go into the kitchen since the twins were keeping guard of the door as he heard sizzling. Hands down you enter the room with a, "Missed me?"

He'd question why you took so long but little did he know you ALSO did your research! Leading him to his own VIP room you'd explain nothing to him and watch as he blushed and tried to get answers from you. I mean why go to such a private room on such an intimate day? He's embarrassed even more as some other dorm members walk past him, a blushing mess, being tugged into his private office.

Not to mention your teasing the entire way there with hand holding and little pecks! He wouldn't say it out loud (7 forbid the tweels hear him) but he loves your affection just as much as it embarrasses him! And sevens, does it embarrass him!

When you get to the room the foods already set up! Courtesy of the twins. He knows the food was made by you, why else would you be gone for an hour!? and is kinda nervous for two reasons.

He's not too sure you can cook

2. Gifting food (for octo-mers) is usually part of their courting process

And I mean, yeah sure he's already dating you and everything but it feels really intimate! And it gets even more so when you lift the fork and bring it to his lips. (sorry to the people who CAN cook) But it seems Azul was right about questioning your culinary abilities.... Its kind of charred around the edges too, not a lot but to someone who's skilled at cooking its hard to not notice.

"Its burnt!" Azul laughs light heartily even though he still takes a bite.

"Yeah well its made with love, not skill," you reply sarcastically. As he eats his fill he makes comments about how he wants to avoid getting chubby, which you quickly dismiss saying you'd love him however he looked. To be completely honest he practically melts into your side on the couch. Its cute how shy he gets with this, and he seems to be leaning in more to your touch more.

Idk how to end this so HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!!! I hope you enjoyed and I'll finish the other ones soon!!

-✨👀

Happy Valentine's Day (late, sorry baby I got busy yesterday until night time)

This is so cute! I love it! Food is def my love language, so I would love cooking a meal for Azul!! It's such an intimate thing to hand feed your partner...Azulito let me feed you 😭

Thank you for the gift my love! I appreciate it! Maybe in the future I can write a series on food as a love language with the twst cast!

#mochi asks #twst #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #✨👀 anon

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Master List of My Fics and WIPs

Been meaning to do this for ages, so here we go. All titles link through to the fics on AO3. All The Pieces of You (E, 66k - wip)

This is my main wip. Essentially it's a mad romp through history starting from 33AD and eventually working up to the present day (or at least up to the end of season 1). A mixture of smut, fluff and ridiculous historical adventures.

AO3 Summary:

Aziraphale had known he found Crowley attractive for a long time, but there was nothing wrong with that. The Almighty had done a very nice job when she’d made Crowley and surely appreciating the work of the Almighty was what angels were supposed to do? It was nothing more than that.

Except now Aziraphale knows what lust feels like and that might be a problem.

In The Beginning (E, 8.9k - complete)

In the beginning there was a garden and the Angel of the Eastern Gate and the Serpent of Eden decided that there are better things to do than stand around in the rain getting wet.

Shameless smut, in which Aziraphale and Crowley learn what all the fuss is about sex.

Better Than Today (E, 4k - complete)

Whenever they fucked Crowley said, “I love you.”

It would probably help if they talked about it, but somehow they just keep ending up having sex instead.

Smut with a fluffy ending.

Give In To Desire (E, 4.4k - complete)

Crawley hadn't actually meant for this to happen. He'd thought he'd tempt the angel into eating and the angel would maybe have a few bites and discover that it wasn't so bad after all. He hadn't expected to be setting himself up to be tempted into the sin of lust.

Just another fic speculating on what happened in the basement during the Job minisode, because you can never have too many of those, right?

A Day For Magic (T, 3.4k - complete)

In which there is a bench, a park and a coin, which leads to silliness and fluffiness all round.

Fic inspired by these kisses.

A Time of Wanting (T, <1k - complete)

Crowley wants.

He wants so badly and he's wanted for so long that it's a physical ache in his chest now. Short ficlet that's fluffy and happy, despite how the summary makes it seem. Also inspired by the kiss picture linked above.

Goodnight Angel (E, 14.4k - wip but also works as it is)

Post lockdown-phone-call fic.

Aziraphale had told him not to come over, but he was a demon and obviously he wasn't going to listen. Besides he was going out of his mind with boredom and going to see the angel was a much better idea than a long nap.

WIPs

Apart from my main wip All The Pieces of You I've also got a follow up to In The Beginning in the works and eventually I'll go back to Goodnight Angel as well. Apart from that I'm going to list my wips here and try to keep track of them with tags and get a bit better at posting about them. Some of these will probably never get written, especially since a few days ago there was only 12, then I scrapped one altogether taking it down to 11 and now somehow I'm up to 13. Too many ideas in my head and too many half writtten fics on my computer.

After The Swap

Blind date

Dance for Me

End Times

Entertain Me

Here's to the End Times (yep different to the above fic despite the similar working title)

It's You (This one is a one shot human AU and might be posted soon)

Run Away Together

Lockdown Lifted

So You Can Take It Off (Desperately want to finish this because it's different to anything else I've written)

South Downs

This Land of Ours (fits in the Pieces of You universe)

Waking Up With You (This is another one shot that is almost done)

Job (This is finished and posted as Give In To Desire - linked above - although technically there are more chapters in the works)

#my writing #all the pieces of you #goodnight angel #in the beginning #all the kisses in the world #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens fanfic #waking up with you #it's you #wips #give in to desire #fic list

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vavoomed-for-crowley · 2 months

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Valentine's Day

Aziracrow One Shot

"Are you sure?" Aziraphale asks, the doubt clearly hearable in his voice. "Isn't that a bit too much?"

"Absolutely not!" Maggie answers excitedly the same moment Nina answers: "Oh, absolutely!" Aziraphale raises his eyebrows at their lack of unity and frowns. "You want to make tonight special, don't you? So, do it!" Maggie tries to encourage him even more.

"I do! But- He's-" Aziraphale stops mid-sentence and huffs in frustration. His eyes wander to the name of the coffee shop sprayed on the blue wall. "Wait, does someone actually ever order death here?"

"What? No! Why should they?! It's just a name-" Nina exclaims and then sighs. She places a hand on Maggie's shoulder and squeezes it softly. A small gesture to show the appreciation of her sort of help. "Mr. Fell, changing the topic won't help. I know you're worried but today is about love. Just do what feels right. He'll love it anyway."

"Aziraphale" the angel corrects her. "I already told you we're past the formal, dear. Especially after what you've done for him."

"She's right, though" Maggie says and places her hand on Aziraphale's. "I mean, I'm sort of the go big or go home kind of woman, but Crowley loves you and your relationship the way it is. If this feels like too much, do what feels right."

"But I don't know what feels right!" Aziraphale yammers desperate. "After all that I have put him through, I want tonight tonight to be perfect. And he probably doesn't even care about today. Heaven, why should he even? Traditions were never his thing of interest."

"It's not about the day or any traditions. It's about you" Nina says softly but then grabs the coffee she had served Aziraphale and pushes him out the seat. "Now go home and listen to our advices. Mine more than hers. I wouldn't go too big. But nevertheless, I, myself, have a date to attend tonight and need to get ready and so do you, Mister". And as Nina pushes him out of the shop, the last thing the angel hears is Maggie's soft laughter and the excitement about their date tonight.

The angel straightens his clothes as if it is helping him to clear his head. But he's still pondering about the conversation he just had. As he reaches his desk, he places down the small box he has kept in his pocket and looks at them for some longer. What if Crowley would laugh at him and his idea? Maybe he would even get mad at Aziraphale for coming up with the idea at all. Heaven, he is so confused!

In the end, almost automatically, Aziraphale grabs his phone to call his demon and find out what to do.

Crowley just stumbles into his Bentley after placing the heavy box on the seat behind him, when he gets the call. "Angel" Crowley greets him as he picks up.

"Crowley..." Aziraphale says, kind of nervous yet happy to hear him but doesn't continue to talk. "Crowley, are you still there?"

"Just waiting for you to say more than just my name, Angel."

"Right, sorry. I'm-, It's just-" Aziraphale sighs. He can't even control his nervousness during a god damn call. "Sorry."

"Angel" Crowley repeats the nickname once more, his eyebrow now raised as if he could see Aziraphale through the radio. "Are you okay?"

"Oh, no worries, my dear! Just nervous."

"Nervous 'bout what?"

Aziraphale looks at the box in front of him, knowing he needs to find his courage again. "I was just wondering if you're still fine with tonight. We could cancel-"

"My dear angel" Crowley chuckles. "Are you nervous about us?"

"What? No! Well-" Aziraphale blushes. He just wants to make things right, why does that feel so hard today? Has he finally spent too much time on earth, becoming too human? Or is he too afraid to be rejected? Is he afraid to scare him away for good?

Once again, Crowley chuckles. "Angel, whatever it is you're breaking your cute little head about, don't worry. We'll be fine. It's just a stupid human tradition we're giving a try."

Silence. Aziraphale blushes, his cheeks a bright pink now, a smile on his face.

"Angel?"

"Sorry. Thank you" Aziraphale answers still with a smile. For heaven's sake, he is high over heels for his demon and he can't wait for tonight. He should've called him earlier. Crowley always knows how to calm him down.

"Okay" Crowley says. "See you at five then."

He ends the call and looks at the box behind him, screwing his nose at all the cheesy stuff he's gotten. He does not understand what humans like about Valentine's Day but his angel will surely love it. Just then, he remembers they've forgotten an important detail, so he calls Aziraphale.

"Crowley?" the angel asks surprised.

"Where do we meet?"

"At the bookshop, so I thought. Why? You want to meet at your place?" Crowley has never invited Aziraphale to his place before because he always says he wouldn't like it. Something about too cold, to black, too empty, too dark.

"Got any appointments today?" Crowley needed Aziraphale gone for at least an hour to make his plan work.

"What? No. You're being weird, Crowley!"

"Well, seems to be a weird day for the both of us" Crowley mumbles and tightens his grip around the steering wheel as he tries to come up with an idea to get the angel out from the bookshop. "Can you feed the ducks for me?"

"The ducks?" Aziraphale asks.

"At the St. James Park. Frozen Peas would be great."

"Are you feeding the ducks every day?" Aziraphale asks, not even being surprised about the odd question.

"Well, someone has to. They can't eat bread. I'm not going to ask again."

"Fine" Aziraphale answers sighing. "Oh, and Crowley?"

"What?"

"Happy Valentine's Day"

"Yeah, whatever. See you later" the demon says and quickly ends the call. The grip on the steering wheel has tightened again and his cheeks have turned into a deep pink as his head has lowered, trying to hide the blushing. The Bentley starts to play a cheesy love song, exactly knowing how the demon feels. "Absolutely not!" he mumbles, quickly putting in his favorite Queen album as the blushing gets worse. That damn car sometimes...

It would be an understatement to say that Aziraphale is nervous about tonight. Never before has he made sure that the bookshop looked as clean as possible, even though the demon would always make himself feel at home. But he wants today to be perfect and for Crowley to see the effort he has put into their date, without making things too cheesy. And when he leaves the bookshop, he's quite relieved to go feed the ducks and get some fresh air. It will calm his nerves. At least that is what he hopes for.

He knows what he did was wrong. Leaving Crowley, going to heaven. But he had really believed Metatron and that he himself as the Archangel could change things. Well, at least until he found out the truth about The Great Plan and when he came back to Earth, knowing Crowley was the only one to turn to for help, they had no time to talk about Crowley's confession, the kiss and anything else between them until the planet was saved once again. It had taken them months to work on the damage that has been done and finally end up together. If not for Maggie and Nina, they probably still wouldn't be.

Aziraphale has been thinking for a long time about spending Valentine's Day with Crowley. His demon can be sweet, yes. And he loves the Earth, the humans. But human traditions? Not so much. Yet, all the excitement in people's faces, all their plans and their happiness about their dates on Valentine's Day made Aziraphale want to join. And this day is just perfect for what he wanted to do for so long already.

Nervously, Aziraphale checks the time as he hurries back home. He's way too late. Should've been back about half an hour ago already to prepare the date. Now it's almost five. He's spent too much time in the park, wondering what it's about with Crowley and the ducks. Out of all animals, why does he like ducks so much? Talking about them, looking after them, analyzing them. He couldn't get the hang of it and when he gave up wondering, he had realized how late it has gotten.

Aziraphale unlocks the door of the bookshop and enters the living room, first noticing an unfamiliar scent in the air, coming from the kitchen. "Uh, hello?" he calls out.

"Angel!" Crowley exclaims surprised as he stumbles around the corner, panicky scanning the room and then his watch. "You're back early!" Quickly, Crowley covers the angel's eyes with his hands.

"Well, you're here early" Aziraphale answers as calmly as possible, not even worrying about having his eyes covered. "What are you doing?"

"Just..." Crowley mutters and looks around before he decides to place Aziraphale in the middle of the hallway. He's not done yet and it was supposed to be a surprise. "Keep your eyes closed, okay?"

Aziraphale just nods and can't help a small giggle escaping his lips before he feels Crowley leaving his side.

The angel hears noises, can feel movements nearby and still smells some food. It smelled... sweet? And there is wine. A bottle probably already opened so it can be served soon.

"You're not looking, right?" he hears Crowley shout.

"'Course not!" Aziraphale answers, even though he feels the curiosity rising inside him. Suddenly, he remembers what he had placed on the desk earlier that day. "Crowley?" he calls his lover now more nervous, not wanting him to find what he has prepared.

Suddenly, he feels the demon's presence in front of him again. Hands grabbing his own. "Just a second" Crowley says and Aziraphale just knows that Crowley has changed his outfit with magic and he's too excited to see what he now looks like. "Open your eyes, angel."

Aziraphale takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, a smile of excitement on his lips. Before he can even check out Crowley, the demon turns Aziraphale around to turn his gaze at the bookshop.

"What's this?" he asks as he sees what the bookshop now looks like.

A chandelier hangs in the middle of the room, candles are scattered on the tables, and a heart is made of candles and rose petals on the carpet in front of the couch. Calm, classical music plays quietly in the background. On the table next to the couch, is a plate with something heart shaped, probably mini cakes, two glasses of wine next to it.

"It's- Uh..." Crowley mutters, now scratching the back of his head, seeming a lot less self-confident as usual. "I figured since you like human traditions so much, maybe you would like to spend Valentine's Day like them. So... This is your Valentine's date. If you like."

The smile on Aziraphale's face grows, his cheeks turning in a soft shade pink, the warmth of his love for the demon filling his body. This is not just beautiful. Aziraphale loves every little detail about it. Beautifully romantic like in all the novels he has read.

Since he has not answered yet, Crowley continues, his words more of a mumble. "I figured you like cheesy. Maggie said-"

"Crowley, it's perfect!" Aziraphale says and turns to look into the beautiful yellow snake eyes of his lover as he blushes. "I can't believe you did that just for me!"

"You stupid angel" Crowley says softly, placing his arms around his angel's neck to pull him closer. "Of course. Anything to make you happy. Even when it wants to make me throw up."

Aziraphale blushes once again as their faces are only inches away now. He can almost feel Crowley's lips on his but if he surrenders now, he doesn't know if he'll be brave enough for his plan anymore. He quickly grabs Crowley's hand and pulls him to the couch and waits for him to sit down. He hurries to the desk to grab what he has prepared for tonight and sits down next to his lover.

"I don't know if we're doing this right. I mean, if I'm doing it right. You're perfect, I mean, this is perfect. But I fear, I'll be too nervous if I keep waiting" Aziraphale talks way too fast, causing confusion in Crowley's eyes. "My dear, we've been through so much. And you were right, it's always been the two of us. Because you're all I've ever wanted and... Crowley?"

Aziraphale notices a blurred vision in Crowley's eyes and as he moves closer, he can see that it's tears, blurring the vision. "Oh, my dear!"

"I just love you so much, angel" Crowley says and grabs the back of his neck to connect their lips. First softly, then hungrily kissing him until he slowly lets go of Aziraphale again.

"Move in with me" Aziraphale whispers and reveals the small box in his hand. He opens it to show not just a key to the bookshop, but two keychains attached. One, being a small house. The other one being two wings connected but one white, one black.

Okay. I don't know if you like this one. It's my little Valentine's special for you. I'm sorry for any errors. I stayed up way too long to finish this idea in time and I will regret the lack of sleep in a few hours.

But if you like it, please leave some kind of feedback or support.

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