#i was SO ANGRY at aziraphale and SO ANNOYED at crowley but now i'm just.

[catboydan]

I finally rewatched Good Omens s1 and watched Good Omens s2 and I'm now crying, they've been pining since the very beginning of everything and they deserve happiness not that ending they got

you know what though? we're gonna get there. THEY are gonna get there. they're gonna get that cottage in the south downs, and all we have to do is harass the studios to pay their workers so the strikes can end and we'll finally get to see our ineffable idiots have a happy ending ;-;

#i cried SO HARD #and it took me a few days to get thru the funk but you know what helped? #knowing we're at the halfway point #and that s3 exists in some form regardless of the strikes. neil gaiman has said he'd write a book even if the show doesn't get renewed #i was SO ANGRY at aziraphale and SO ANNOYED at crowley but now i'm just. #sitting here daydreaming about their reunion 🥰 #because really i've rbed a lot of analysis stuff but i truly think they are miscommunicating on every level #it feels a bit like the bandstand scene in s1 now. like it hurts but it hurts SO GOOD #val comes out of hiding #anon #ask #good omens #gos2 #gos2spoilers #but really i can't emphasize enough how much ep6 got to me nonnie #my heart was literally racing for several days. couldn't get over it #getting into the analysis stuff of it all really helped tbh #like the how and why of the fight & kiss. the emotions & rationale & misunderstanding #i was sooooo angry at aziraphale at first reaction because 'i forgive u' SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UPPPPP #but now after some time to think about it. it's a lot more complicated than that #and i do think aziraphale is making the only choice he could possibly be expected to make in that situation. #which is try to make things better PERMANENTLY by gaining influence over all of heaven #because crowley's right. earth will die whether it's heaven or hell who kills them all #but a&c can't defuse another armageddon by getting even less involved #anyway. ep6 damaged my psyche and i am currently always thinking about it

[mimisempai]

Losing Control

Summary

When it comes to Aziraphale, Crowley recognizes that his reactions aren't very rational, but he's about to discover that it's not just anger that makes him... electric...

Notes

It's the same frustration as Crowley after a trying nightshift that makes me write this little nothing to cope.

On Ao3

Rating G -  1248 words

"That one again. What does he want with him now?"

Sitting in the coffee shop at Nina's, Crowley watched as Aziraphale, who was supposed to join him, was once again pestered by Mr Brown, Mr Boredom himself.

"Too close, step back or I'll make you!"

The demon was annoyed that even though Aziraphale had introduced him officially as his partner, the other man still indulged in this kind of familiarity.

He inhaled and exhaled to calm himself and looked down at his hand, a small lightning bolt jumping from his index finger to his thumb. Then he closed his fist and made it disappear.

"Control yourself. You can do this."

"You're not going to turn off the neighbourhood power again, are you?"

Crowley glared at Nina, well, as much as he could, and replied, "No, I'm not that angry. And I'm capable of controlling myself."

Nina picked up his empty cup and passed a cloth across the table, telling him, "I'm not sure you're being rational about your sweetheart. I know I'm not if..."

"Maggie's involved?"

Nina swiped at his arm with her cloth and replied, "Mind your own business."

Crowley raised an eyebrow and countered, "Yeah, yeah, Nina, like you mind your own business..."

"Touché. Then let me get on with it. What are you so angry about? Don't you trust him?"

Crowley immediately replied, "Of course I do!" 

Then, seeing Aziraphale waving his hand and coming towards him, he stood up and said, "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to meet my sweetheart as you say."

Nina let him pass with a small mocking smile on her lips and as he walked through the door, having just joined Aziraphale, she called out to him, "And don't give us another power cut." 

Crowley held back a rebuke, cursing her inwardly for Aziraphale didn't know what had happened when he had left the bookshop in a huff after their argument.

The angel looked at him in confusion as they walked towards the shop and asked, "What did she mean by that?" 

Crowley muttered between his teeth, "Not here, Angel, I'll explain in the shop."

Moments later, as they closed the door behind them, Aziraphale immediately asked, "Tell me about it.

Crowley paced the shop for a few seconds and, after a sigh, explained, "When we argued about Gabriel and I stormed out, I was so angry that I first tried to calm myself down by doing the human thing, you know, just breathing and counting to ten before doing something stupid. But my anger and frustration were so strong that I couldn't do that and I let it out with a lightning bolt so powerful that it knocked out the electricity in the neighborhood and trapped Nina and Maggie in the coffee shop. Well, Angel, you know the whole story. Another demon quirk."

Aziraphale approached Crowley and, resting a hand on his arm to calm him, said softly, "It is not so much the quirk as the reason that concerns me, my dear. The fact that your anger was so intense. And that I'm responsible for it. Looking back, even though I don't think my decision would have been any different, I think I went about it the wrong way with you. Calling you for help to present you with a done deal instead of taking the time to discuss it wasn't very smart of me and..."

Crowley interrupted, "I didn't act very rationally either, because my last memory of Gabriel was the arrogant Archangel telling you to shut your stupid mouth and die. You and I were excellent at what we did best back then, not really talking."

He placed his hand on Aziraphale's, which was still on his arm, and grasped it, intertwining their fingers.

Then the angel frowned and asked, "But Crowley, why did Nina imply that you could have the neighborhood's power turned off again? Did you have any reason to be angry?"

Crowley started to let go of the angel's hand and walk away, but the angel wrapped his fingers around his hand and stopped him, saying softly, "Crowley, please tell me.

Crowley, avoiding the angel's gaze, replied, "About Mr. Brown..."

Aziraphale understood immediately and continued, "You were jealous. You know you have no reason to be, don't you?"

Crowley finally looked at him and replied, "I know Angel, I trust you."

Aziraphale replied, "You know I love you and I'd never betray you. So why..."

The angel seemed to realize something and said quietly, "Metatron... You're afraid I'll be influenced... again."

Crowley shook his head, "It's not that. I mean, not really. I know it in my head. I know you won't be swayed, but this visceral fear, I can't help but feel it. I trust you completely, Angel, but just letting this... Mr. Brown getting close to you... it was uncontrollable."

He raised his hand in front of the Angel's eyes and showed him the small lightning bolt that went from his finger to his thumb before it disappeared.

Aziraphale asked him quietly, "And is there anything we can do to keep you from causing a blackout? I don't know... go somewhere deserted and let it all out?"

Crowley laughed softly before saying, "That's nice of you, Angel, but I think there's something that would help me a lot and be a lot quicker and easier to do."

Aziraphale looked at him curiously and asked, "And what would that be?"

Crowley's smile turned mischievous as he replied, "A hug, or maybe even a kiss, from an angel."

The angel replied with the same smile on his lips, "I guess that could be considered, come here..." then he opened his arms and the demon immediately moved forward and wrapped his arms around him. Aziraphale held him close and after a few moments whispered in his ear, "What more can I do for you, my love?"

He heard a small crackle behind him and felt the demon freeze in his arms. 

He asked, "Was that a lightning bolt?"

The demon nodded against him and Aziraphale murmured, "Because I called you my love?"

The same little crackle.

Aziraphale chuckled slightly and continued, "It seems it's not just anger that makes you react like that, my love..."

Crowley growled at him, "Angel, that's enough," and started to back away, but Aziraphale held him back, saying soothingly, "I'll stop, I promise."

The demon stopped struggling and after a few moments said, "It seems that anger isn't the only thing that triggers this phenomenon..."

Aziraphale asked gently, "Is it best if I stop calling you that, then?"

"No, please, Angel..."

The answer was whispered so softly that Aziraphale barely heard it. He said into the demon's ear, "Then I'll continue, my love."

Another small crackling sound.

Aziraphale couldn't help but laugh softly, then he pulled the demon aside a little to take its cupped face between his hands and said softly, "But I'd rather it be my words that cause this phenomenon than anger."

Then he brought his face close to the demon's and said softly, looking into his eyes, "My love..." before closing the distance between them and kissing him tenderly.

And although the demon's fingers crackled again, this time neither of them noticed.

However, a few days later, on Whickber Street, a strange phenomenon could be observed whenever Mr. Brown approached Aziraphale a little too closely. 

The man would suddenly start jumping up and down as if he'd been hit by... an electric shock.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers #😈😇

[theonevoice]

New item of my list of reunion options for s3:

Aziraphale and Crowley meet in the middle of a dangerous moment, at the eve of an apparently unavoidable Second Coming, while all the signs of the approaching end of the world are manifesting on Earth - inexplicable fights and revolts burst everywhere, earthquakes shake the ground, heavy rain keeps falling non stop. They are both transfixed at the unexpected presence of the other: but there is no time to speak, they are forced to collaborate to get out of the situation, and when everything seems lost they manage a last second escape by instinctively grabbing each other hands and miracling themselves away.

Next thing they know they are tumbling over each other in the bandstand at Battersea Park. For what feels like an infinite moment they stay frozen in the sudden proximity, half tangled on the ground, soaked, staring into each other eyes.

Aziraphale opens his mouth a couple of times, gasping for words or for air, until finally something clicks in his chest and his voice comes out like a cracked note from a broken carillon.

- I'm back. - he says with a desperate accent that seems to beg "please don't tell me that you don't want me back".

- Yes... - Crowley answers out of breath, with a whisper that sounds like it came from another world. - I can see that.

A long silence falls between them, their eyes still fixed on each other's face as the initial shock of the unexpected reunion turns into painful uncertainty, doubt, fear to attempt a word or even a thought. A coarse rope of hope and despair tightly woven together ties around them, tighter and tighter.

Aziraphale sniffles, something emerges from the fog in his brain - a warm memory, a dim obstinate little light shining over a narrow path that wasn't there before. The downpour roars on the bandstand roof, on the trees, on the entire world.

A silly idea. But it's really the only one he got.

- Do you... - Aziraphale's voice fails. Does he dare to say it? Does he dare to take that narrow path, to try that silly idea? Will he follow him or will he just watch him stumble from afar, without taking a step, maybe annoyed, maybe even angry at him for pulling such a ridiculous move? Crowley is staring at him and the expression on his face is impossible to read. The angel takes a deep breath and tries to make it sound casual, but despite his best effort his words come out as a desperate cry, half shouting half sobbing: - Do you want a big "I said the wrong thing" sort of an apology or can we take that as said?

There, he has said it. He has actually said the words. Their old silly words...

Crowley is perfectly still, like one who's been struck by a lightning. The raindrops still dripping down his hair, into his eyes, over his face. For an infinite amount of time they both sit there without breathing, the words that once were one of their many games of saying without saying - so funny and so painful, ever so charming - float in the air between them, waiting to be accepted or denied.

Finally a different whisper comes out, a little more present, a little less otherworldly, a little crackling like a small fire.

- I'd like the apology actually.

Being both still soaked by the storm, it's hard to say wether the drops on their cheeks are raindrops or tears, but now each of them can spot on the other's lips the faintest hint of what could be a smile.

- A proper apology. - The demon insists, - With a little...

But he doesn't get to say "dance", because at that point the angel his already kissing him.

#good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable kiss #ineffable husbands #ineffable reunion

[cosplayproblemsposts]

Running and avoiding are much easier

Summary: It is hard to walk away from a certain set of beliefs and it's tough to be entitled to the game of immortality. The full moons of the werewolves and the infection of perversion, diseases of leaving are indeed hard but avoiding the entire thing is much easier.

Male character x male reader

Warning: Religious trauma and angst ending.

The concept of fear comes in many forms and the context of beliefs made it even more difficult and you hated it. The idea and the structure of solitude, it is nauseating to play along to the plague of being 'normal'.

"Oh don't be so dramatic Crowley, a date with a beautiful woman won't kill me" you exclaim to the displeased redhead. "Yes, it would this is the fourth brunette this week" you roll your eyes as Aziraphale finally sat down.

"Aziraphale back me up here, Crowley being his usual dramatic self" Aziraphale fiddles with his bowtie. You eye the blonde with disbelief "Oh you got to be joking, you can't be considering his little notion are you?". The blonde adverts his gaze to the demon "See angel here has a good head on his shoulders".

You weren't angry but disappointed in them, why believe in what your heart wants and not the logical and realistic alternative that stands as the right 'thing' and 'choice'. You huff and shimmy deeper into your leather chair "I-I'm deathly sorry Y/-" you cut him off with a loud scoff.

"Don't give me that!" Aziraphale looks at Y/N angry? frustrated? annoyed? expression. "Oh C'mon Y/N don't act like that, me and Aziraphale are just worried that's all" you wanted the easier way out of this conversation so you took it.

"We believe it would be better to find a healthier and easier way to cope with this internal fear," Aziraphale says after he collects himself. Crowley was about to add something else but you were up and making your way to the bookstore's entrance "I wish you two a lovely evening and cheers". "Oh do wait Y/N w-we just want t-" Aziraphales words were long forgotten and Crowley's chase came to an end.

2,100 BC the beginning of werewolves in ancient Greece and Rome is the year you met the two entities.

You were a wood carver and sculpturer who sold to the middle class and high class of Greece. Aziraphale eyes sparkle at the beauty of the smooth workings of art "tempt to purchase one or many".

A smooth greek accent of a middle age man steals the angel's attention "I admire your work, you are the one who molds this beautiful masterpiece?". You grin and nod with pride "yes I'm the one who brought my vision of love to life" Aziraphale lips part in a pure gold manner "L-love?". You hum "Yes the beauty of love" your eyes were intimidating but yet bold in color and illusion.

"How magical" Aziraphale swoons his gestures in an adorable fashion that made you chuckle. "I wish you could have seen the process, now that is the true work of love" Aziraphale could listen to you talk for an eternity if you allowed him to. "Ah yes the development and hard work you..." Aziraphale finally realized he hadn't even asked your name. "Y/N L/N" the angel smiles "Aziraphale" you whisper the blonde's name under your breath with no intention of forgetting.

"Aziraphale where are you?" the newfound voice made you meet this glasses-wearing male. "Oh there you are" this redhead approaches and just by looking at him, he is the total opposite. Aziraphale was white as snow and pure gold for him dark and rose gold "Oh I was observing this man's artwork".

"Oh yeah lovely now C'mon we are gonna be late" you frown all of a sudden "Late? late for what?". Crowley huffs as Aziraphale decided to answer your question "Poetry, a man named Andie reads his written work". You nod, you've heard of him and his crazy beliefs of wolf-like creatures "enjoy your poetry hour" Crowley nods "Yes we will, and good day to you". They were gone, you never felt so intrigued for quite some time.

A tall trench coat figure stalks down the busy streets "I'm not wrong to know what's right and what's wrong" you mutter out. "I know what I am and...their" slowing down in pace you realize where your steps have taken you.

A church is a building that is constructed out of break and wood. Installation to keep many warm and comfortable from the cold of the ungodly temptation "What have I become?" you wanted to throw your words away. You weren't yourself and you know that you'd be one of the happiest men alive if you weren't so afraid.

You made your way across the street to the standing church "light, white and firm" rambling in a whisper. Delicate and happy "Just set your mind and heart to the task before you and you would be free".

You took a seat in one of the many rows of pew chairs "open your heart and allow him in" with no warmth and no comfort. You felt absent from the two things instead you felt disappointment and doubt "why do I sit here in doubt".

Why is it hard to leave but easier to avoid the thought of leaving "are you okay?" a voice made you lightly jump. The priest's wife stares at him with curiosity "I'm fine just questioning a few things" she hums. "Why?" if you could you'd laugh for doesn't she see why "I believed I knew what it was to feel and understand love but it seems I don't".

She hums "Love can come in many shapes and sizes" Let's be honest you thought she'd just say something like the holy Christ. The sacrifice of the man himself and the power of gods love can save everyone and everything "I-I...thank you". This strange woman smiles and bids you farewell and leaves you there is a much lighter heart.

It had been months since you have spoken to the duo and the woman you decided to keep as a friend. The full moon couldn't be any rougher and dull "Y/N you need to see a doctor about your back" Anna recommends.

You shook your head "no, the transformations always leave me like this for a few days" Anna could only scowl. "You have a funny way of reassuring your friends" Anna watches your frown "I-I...oh be quiet". Anna laughs at your little embarrassed expression "I'm just teasing" Anna goes back to the menu. "What are you gonna order?" Anna asks which made you slouch "Steak".

"You ordered steak last time and time before that and the time previously" Anna points her index finger at you. "Okay!" you threw your hands up in defeat "the crab special looks promising" Anna wiggled her eyes brows at you.

"What?" Anna eyes the background scenery behind you "What are you looking at?". She quickly stubs your shoed foot under the table "Don't look silly" you groan "What is it then?". "You know I care about you right?" you nod as Anna sets one of her hands on top of your right one. "You can avoid a lot of things and" Anna has a problem with stretching out so much context, that's another way to put it I guess...She doesn't get to the point fast enough.

Annas' eyes advert upwards as if her eyes met another person's eyes "Gentlemen" she clears her throat and gives you an apologetic gaze before taking her to leave. You didn't look up or over your shoulder for the thought that she set you up made your stomach and heart twitch.

"Y/N, please hear us out" Arizaphale speaks first as Crowley goes off to fetch the angel a seat. "You have been quiet for seven months and you have been unreachable" Y/N wanted the angel to stop talking and leave him alone. "Seven months and five days" you mutter loud enough for the blonde to hear.

"Please, Crowley and I want the best for you, and if you deem it appropriate to end our friendship then... " Aziraphale smile falls for you wouldn't even spare him a glance. "Crowley, he hasn't budged" the demon makes a face "he can't be quiet forever Aziraphale". "Go away" the two stare at you "what?" Crowley says "I'm done, our friendship has grown cold and I'd like you two to acknowledge my choice".

"Of course, you two don't have to respect it but you can and you will accept it so... goodbye" with that your up and gone.

The two watch you leave the restaurant and no you weren't in a hurry and no you don't regret your decision for now. Yes, you'd regret it later on but you have so many years to get over it and they do too.

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[ridiculoser06]

Can’t see the stars ~ Good Omens★

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I got a comment on Ao3 and I’ve been crying about it for like 3 hours now. (I don’t get compliments very often.)

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Aziraphale lay looking up at God's magnificent galaxy. All those pretty lights made just for those little humans.

"Aren't they just wonderful? All those planets, and yet here we are. Our Earth.” Aziraphale said, sighing, stunned by the world's beauty "And to think that we helped build some of this. It’s mesmerising, we are such an integral part of this world Crowley. It really makes you thankful for creation- doesn't it?"

Crowley lay by Aziraphale, looking up and seeing nothing, tears began to form in his eyes.

"You made that one." Aziraphale glanced at Crowley and saw tears running down her cheeks. "... I remember... it was beautiful wasnt it?"Aziraphale nodded slowly, agreeing but confused.

"Is something the matter?" Aziraphale turned their head to Crowley "All that above us- and you're-"

"I can't see the stars." Crowley hissed angrily, he put his arm over his eyes "I built- some of all that. I built a lot of that!" He gestured upwards, but looked to Aziraphale "And- They- God took away my- they won’t even-" he choked on his words, he rubbed tears out of his eyes "won't even let me see them." He said, deeply pained.

"You... can't see them at all?"

"I don't have very good eyesight." Crowley hissed, still angry but not specifically at Aziraphale. "I don't see much. And the stars are one thing I can't see! I can't fucking see them because they're too far away and they're too small!!! I never understood why I was tasked with building all those breath-taking star systems only for them to be a fucking speck in their night sky!” Crowley scoffed.

“You try and question it- you ask a simple question of Why?” Crowley laughed “you’re tossed thousands of feet out the sky into a pool of boiling sulphur. Absolutely pointless. Stupid universe.”

"I'm so sorry, Crowley." The way Aziraphale said Crowley's name sent goosebumps up the demons arms, it was melodic and soft- a certain sincerity that Crowley had never found in anyone else in the entire universe.

Crowley sighed, sending a shiver up his spine "I shouldn't get so annoyed. It's not like it'll do anything" he began to calm.

"I could describe them to you!" Aziraphale said, excitedly he took out a book from his satchel.

"Why do you have that?" Crowley couldn't help but crack a smile.

"I've been studying astronomy. You like the stars- so I thought I'd read up." Aziraphale said, opening the book at the index.

"Well.. what would you like to-"

Crowley budged closer to Aziraphale "the one you helped me with."

Aziraphale flicked through pages "There it is. Alpha Centauri... 4.367 light years away the star-"

Aziraphale read to Crowley and Crowley gladly listened, trying his best to remember his stars.

"One day... we should go off together. You and me Angel. Up there- into the stars." Crowley was looking up. "The humans don't know what they're missing."

Aziraphale rested his head on Crowley's shoulder.

"That sounds amazing." Aziraphale smiled, a shiver creeped up his spine. Aziraphale wasn’t actually listening to everything after Angel. Angel. Of course, that was what he was, he’d been called an Angel before- he was an Angel. But the way Crowley said it, the slight flick of the tongue when he spoke, the devilish smile- it made Aziraphale weak. If his mind wasn’t so sober he may’ve confessed his undying love in that very moment- if he wasn’t the being he was he would’ve asked Crowley to marry him.

”Angel is a human term of endearment." He thought to himself, “I wonder if Crowley knows that… if I tell him- will he never call me Angel again… perhaps I’ll let him figure that out himself.”

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #i love them #gomens #good omens season 2 #good omens season 3 #aziracrow #azirafell #aziphalhalala- hah. #i’d smash michael sheen. it’s the internet i can admit that freely.

[marley-manson]

okay the full review in a pros and cons list lol

pros:

uh my ship canon. i win, motherfuckers. fuckin 15 year old me was right this whole time, as always, but it's nice to see it acknowledged for once.

the confession scene also just kicked ass tbh

i gotta admire the cheekiness of the back and forth hesitant phrasing of their relationship, eg crowley referring to '...us' and aziraphale's 'i need you!' 'we can be together' etc until finally crowley just runs back to kiss him

and you know aziraphale was about to say 'i love you' before cutting himself off <3

touching his lips after too <3

the reasons for the break up felt reasonable to me and justified with the season's flashbacks to crowley questioning things and aziraphale's resistance

some pretty funny jokes, i laughed outloud a few times

michael sheen and david tennant do have excellent chemistry

never gonna say no to side lesbians even if they were incredibly bland

i think the way it was structured like a fanfic was a pro honestly lol. the plot sucked, i don't care about it, so it's nice that the story itself also doesn't care

amnesiac gabriel was endearing

crowley not kiling goats was cute

ty tennant was in it for about a minute and spent that minute hitting on aziraphale and it was fucking bonkers

no het

like i think job and his wife may have literally been the sole exception including like references to offscreen spouses lmao, i'm v impressed, and if this is penance for last season then i forgive.

i thought it was cute that gaiman incorporated the song he wanted for season 1 into this season as a plot point

beelzebub's new actor was so much better. and the flies were somehow kinda cute, i'll give the gabriel/beelzebub ship that.

good old fashioned lover boy. we all wanted it, they gave it to us, i appreciate it

here's my review: gay enough

cons:

mostly sucked as like, a narrative

tennant's fucking performance as crowley was so annoying, he or the director doubled down on what i hated last season and stripped him of all the endearing humanizing aspects of his performance and the result was like watching donald duck screaming for 6 episodes

the chemistry was still there but the actual pining kiiiiinda wasn't, actually lol. oh they referred to it in scripted moments, jokes, parallels, and straightforward statements, but they didn't... show it, particularly. until the confession nothing even approaches the tenderness and emotion of like any of their season 1 scenes, let alone the car scene or the bus stop scene or the ritz or the french revolution rescue or the blitz or eden etc etc. and david tennant did not say one word in that cute hopeful pining tone

to be honest after watching the whole show this is the most disappointing part. like the car scene??? could i not get a sequel to that? let crowley be tender!!!!

i think the reason we don't get scenes like that, other than perhaps uncomfortable restraint due to acknowledging the romance textually, is that they went from crowley practically begging aziraphale to cave and fuck him for centuries to crowley now angry repressed and needing a push to say anything, which also felt wrong to me, like iffy fanfic characterization

it was bad enough that i was nervous they were going to depict neither as actually aware of their feelings. thankfully they did not, and it still feels like crowley has been pining for a thousand years and they've both been aware but dancing around it, with the way the confession was phrased. that should be a pro, actually.

also yk all the obvious things. dumb jokes, a lot of bad acting (i feel like the director is at fault though tbf), not into the twee tone in general for the most part, a lot of scenes that were way too drawn out, utterly nonsensical narrative, characters doing things for no reason other than convenience constantly (why do the lesbians stay to help fight the demons? because their characters are more important and need more screen time), 0 stakes wrt heaven and hell because they're all so wholly ineffectual as antagonists and neither crowley nor aziraphale ever gave a shit about their threats, etc etc

oh lol nina sosanya being cast again as a brand new character, no relation to sister mary loquacious. it's not a big con since i like her and was happy to see her again, but it did feel lazy lol. at least give me the identical twin cousin explanation

was crowley living out of his car a joke bc they don't have the set from last season? did god not restore his flat like the bookshop? what's up with that? and how much time has passed since last season anyway? why didn't he get a new flat? why is he living in his car? what's going on?

nightingale references at the end felt tacked on and awkward to me tbh

ohhhhh raphael!crowley's very obviously hinted at and i hate that headcanon :/

crowley's kinda hilariously gary stuish honestly, making me really miss the book and even season 1 where he was like, yk, fucking incompetent sometimes. here he's lounging on couches without a care while being threatened by heaven and hell multiple times, pulling off perfect shots with no practice, waltzing into heaven without a second thought, bluffing demons easily and successfully, etc. and that's in addition to being right about everything and also being raphael like what happened to my dumbass low-level loser fave who fucked up the apocalypse by accident and lived in terror of phone calls from hell???

heaven and hell are "toxic" lol? that phrasing is so awkward, and like, i'd say minimizing but i guess tbf they didn't pose much of a threat in this season. but still c'mon, why you describing 2 murderous doomsday cults/cold warring governments as toxic like they're your annoying ex? especially after the running gag about nina's shitty girlfriend constantly therapy speaking at her condescendingly lol. how about 'hey remember how they worked together to try to kill us last season?'

oh gabriel/beelzebub of course lol, whatever happened to neil gaiman being unable to read fanfic or even people's headcanon posts for fear of accidentally plagiarizing ideas? bring back the separation between fandom and creator stat, fandom has way too much influence here and fandom fucking sucks

a little petty but honestly the kiss could've been good, yk? there's no reason it had to be bad, they could've just given into it for a bit for a hopeful romantic moment before aziraphale freaks and pulls away. like can i get 2 dudes to kiss with tongue at some point on my television here?

needs more queen

#text post #marley on good omens #good omens spoilers

[kaesaaurelia]

popcorn

For @whumptober day 9, using the prompts “mistaken identity" and "you're a liar."

Continued from Day 6, wherein something is puppeting Aziraphale, and Crowley is being tortured.

When Crowley had seen Aziraphale standing outside of the Bentley, looking anxious and apologetic, he'd thought, Fuck, he looks miserable, and then he'd thought Good, and then he'd felt bad about that.

Aziraphale had been apologetic. Deeply, desperately apologetic. "You were right," he'd said, "there's no fixing them, they're all miserable idiots Up There. I should never have gone. The tea's not even good."

He should, he thinks, have got Aziraphale to do the apology dance. Should have asked what was off about the tea. But he'd been too pleased to hear that he'd been right. "Don't know what to tell you, angel," he'd said. "You've made your lukewarm tea, now lie in it."

"I… don't, as a rule, lie in tea," Aziraphale had said, looking perplexed.

"You know what I mean."

Their argument had been wide-ranging and yet, now that Crowley looked back at it, weirdly lacking in specifics. They had talked about the kiss, and Aziraphale had, haltingly, shyly, said he wished they had time for more of that, but for the life of him, Crowley couldn't recall which of them had brought up the kiss first. Had he just given that information away? Was he no better than a mark at a palmist's, giving out all the details of his and Aziraphale's relationship and having them regurgitated back to him by someone who was only pretending to be Aziraphale?

Crowley really hoped this wasn't Aziraphale. Really hoped. He did not like to think what they must have done to Aziraphale to make him this awful, if it was him.

Aziraphale -- or whoever -- had begged for Crowley's forgiveness without ever quite articulating what Crowley wanted him to, and Crowley knew, in his small, bitter, stony heart, that he must be penitent, and that it would be wrong to keep sulking, but Crowley also knew that he had done plenty of wrong things before and would again, and besides, whether or not Aziraphale knew he was right, he was still angry. So he'd ignored all the apologies after a point, gone about his business of the day, with an apologetic shadow in white following him. (It had been particularly fun at the cinema. Crowley had got popcorn and not even offered to share, or even looked over to see if Aziraphale wanted any. All of Aziraphale's desperate whispered apologies had annoyed everybody else. It was a horrible situation for everyone but Crowley.)

He had been strong and held onto his anger for hours before Aziraphale had said, nervously, that he actually wanted to ask a favor of Crowley, and Crowley had continued to ignore him.

And then he'd said the word heist, and. Well. Even if Crowley had the reservoir of spite to keep him furious at Aziraphale for eternity, he couldn't resist a heist. Or getting one over on Heaven.

They had planned every detail. Crowley realized now that it was awfully suspicious, that Crowley got to do all the exciting bits, and that every time he'd said 'oh no, I'm not doing that,' the angel had readily agreed. Also, Crowley had asked if there was a bit where he had to enter from above and dangle from a cable, mostly jokingly, and there was, actually, that happened to be a key part of the plan. He'd been so excited about that that he'd forgot how little sense it made for Heaven's architecture to be constructed that way. And also that he had wings.

And now he was here in Heaven having 300 million volts run through him off and on while some awful Throne with no sense of humor asked questions and Aziraphale watched with apparent glee.

"My misstake," he told the Throne, after his third smiting. "Did I say 'gullible'? I meant 'credulousss.' Got to look that one up, all the plansss are hidden there."

He managed to look up at Aziraphale quickly, and he thought, Nah, can't be him. Because he was pretty sure, given what Crowley had put him through back on Earth, that if the real Aziraphale had changed his mind so drastically about Crowley that he'd let all of this happen, he would have been eating popcorn while he watched, just to rub salt, and maybe that weird liquid butter, on the wound.

#whumptober2023 #no.9 #mistaken identity #you're a liar #good omens #fic #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #text #fiction #kaesa op

[starofhisheart]

Just had an angsty ineffable husbands au idea (dw ends happily)

Cw: pregnancy/mpreg (kinda. For the purpose of the story I will be referring to both Zira and Crowley as "he/him")

What if after Aziraphale gets up to heaven the metatron turns to him and is like "well now, lets begin" and Zira is magically impregnated w Gods child. He is kept a close eye on so deals with the whole pregnancy mostly alone, save for certain lesser angel attendants attempting to take care of him (but they have no real clue about pregnancy so Zira gets very little actual help).

Zira is struggling, still emotionally devastated by the breakup, but one day he overhears Gods plan for his child and starts thinking up an escape plan. By the time everythings in place (Muriel helps?) Zira is very far along (the pregnancy is faster than a regular human one) but by some miracle the angels who were meant to be guarding him have become lax in their duties and its now or never.

He's thought a lot about where he could go, where he would be safe, but the thought he keeps coming back to is Crowley. But oh surely he is still angry with him! Surely he would take one look at Zira and his extended belly and shut the door on him forever. No apology dance could fix the mess he'd made.

And so he finds himself in his bookshop, intending to not bother his love with the problems he'd brought on himself. He expects the bookshop to be a mess. Muriel was a kind angel but he did not expect much from them in the way of book keeping. But he finds the place just as he'd left it, almost uncannily so, and is gently running his fingers over a bookshelf when he hears a noise.

Not just any noise: Crowley. He'd know his footfalls anywhere. The way he staggers about, stumbling into corners, softly cursing when he stubs his toe on a bookend. When he rounds the corner its clear he's been drinking. If the bottle clutched in his arms was any indication so too would be the way he's practically falling over with every step, gulping down the bottle with the occasional burp or hiccup.

Aziraphale is frozen, shocked by the sudden appearance of the one person he wanted to avoid-and the one person he most longed to see. Crowley hasn't seen him yet. He could miracle himself away and disappear as if he'd never been there. But some mysterious force has him rooted to the spot, drinking in the sight of his beloved.

And then its too late.

"A-angel?"

"Hello, my dear."

The demon rubs his eyes as he staggers backwards into a shelf, scattering a pile of Jane Austen's works, Persuasion landing at Zira's feet.

Fitting.

"S'just another dream." Crowley mumbles, sounding oh so very tired. "S'no way he'd come back. Up there with them fancy white coats. All light and good and-everythin m'not."

"Oh, Crowley..."

"No!! G-get away from me!" He throws his arms up in the air as if he can clear away the apparition if he waves them frantically enough. "Not real..."

Zira makes a choice then. He could leave, find somewhere else to hide from God and the angels and try to weather it out alone. Or, he could stay and try to fix things.

Moving slowly, arms outstretched, Zira calls to his beloved:

"I'm home."

<>

Crowley is a sobbing mess. Once he was sober enough to believe his angel was real he got angry. Flinging curses in every direction. Zira was hurt but took them gently, knowing he deserved it. Then the tears came. Until finally he passed out in Zira's arms, clutching the angel like a lifeline.

When morning comes Zira hadnt slept. He'd wanted to start putting the wards up but everytime he tried to move out of Crowley's arms the demon would make a pitiful noise and hold him tighter. It would all be very cute if his back wasnt killing him.

Crowley woke with a start at exactly 6:02AM and simply stared at Zira with an unreadable expression. He did not speak for several minutes. Simply stared. Then the first thing out of his mouth was:

"Gee, angel, you've gotten fat."

Aziraphale went red, immediately annoyed and anxious at the same time.

"Excuse me? How is that the first thing you say to me?"

But Crowley was staring intently at his belly not at all listening to Zira's offended screeching.

"Angel..." He cut in softly and at those words Aziraphale crumbled and it all came out at once.

About Gods child. The pregnancy. The plans they had for his baby. His escape plan. Everything.

Crowley listened quietly, expression the most unreadable Zira had ever seen it. Which of course only made his anxiety worse.

"-and I know I couldn't possibly expect you to help me, not after what happened, but-"

"Aziraphale."

Zira continued babbling, his voice getting higher and more shrill as he went on.

"Aziraphale!"

Zira shut up at that, wincing at the anger in Crowley's voice.

"I'm sorry."

Crowley's eyes softened but Zira was looking anywhere but at him, not able to bear what could only be hatred in his eyes.

"Hey, look at me."

Zira shook his head. A sigh. Then Crowley was holding Zira's face in his hands and looking at him as if he were his whole world.

"I've got you." Zira tried to duck his head but Crowley moved with him, keeping their eyes level. "Its you and me, remember?"

It would take time for Zira to truly believe his words but in that moment it was just what he needed to hear.

After a while of holding each other, Crowley broke the silence with:

"So, I guess we're going to be fathers this time around, huh."

The end

#good omens #good omens spoilers #kinda #ineffable husbands #mini ficlet #pregnancy ment #aziracrow #this is kinda embarrassing #but I had to get it out

[itsclydebitches]

Hi! I was just watching good omens and I came up with some questions, but I didn't know whom to ask, so I was digging around for go analysis blogs and found you. *takes a breath* So, I was wondering if you had any thoughts on why Heaven's camera angles are the way they are. I noticed that, in heaven, the camera tends to focus on the characters' heads specifically, so they fill most of the screen. Either it's a meta reason or a reference to something (like Newt with the Office) that I'm not getting. That's the main thing, but I've also wondered why exactly Aziraphale uses the verb "fraternize" in the 19th century. It seemed an odd pivot from caring about Crowley's safety to Heaven's rules. Thanks so much!

Hello! Omg yes, let's talk Good Omens cinematography.

First, the obligatory Analysis Disclaimer: I doubt there's a specific interpretation that you're just not getting, some singular, "correct" reading of the scene(s). Two years past release, I'm positive the fandom as a whole has come up with plenty of ideas (I mostly hang on the periphery. I'm far from up to date with GO meta), but any and all of it will, by nature, be subjective. Thus, all I can offer is my own, personal interpretation.

So for me? It's about intimacy.

Not intimacy in the sense of friendship, but rather the broad idea of closeness. Confidentiality. Emotion. Knowledge. Understanding by means of literally getting into the thick of these conversations. I love the camerawork in Heaven (and elsewhere) because the camera itself acts like a person — an additional party to these interactions. And, since we're the ones watching this show via the camera, it makes it feel as if we're peeking into scenes that are otherwise private. Obviously all cinematography does this to a certain extent, the camera is always watching someone or something without acknowledging that we're doing the watching (outside of documentary-esque filmmaking), but GO uses angles and closeups to mimic another person observing these scenes, someone other than the characters involved.

The easiest example I can give here is when Michael makes their call to Ligur. Here, the camera is positioned up on the next landing of the staircase, as if we're sneaking a look down at this otherwise secret call. There's even a moment when the camera pans to the right to look at them through the gap in the railing, briefly obscuring Michael from our view.

Here, a standard expectation of any scene — keep your character in focus — is done away with to instead mimic the movements of someone actually hiding in the stairwell, listening in on the conversation. It creates that feeling of intimacy, as if we're really there with Michael, not just watching Michael through a screen. The camerawork acts like a person overhearing an illicit conversation prior to falling back on mid/closeup shots. We're spying on them.

To give a non-Heaven example, the camera helps us connect with Aziraphale during Gabriel's jogging scene. It's hard to show through screenshots, but if you re-watch you'll see that the camera initially keeps them both in the frame with full body shots, allowing us to compare things like Gabriel's unadorned gray workout clothes with Aziraphale's more stylish outfit; one's good jogging form and the other's awkward shuffle. However, this distance also creates the sense that we're jogging with them, we're keeping pace.

That is, until Aziraphale begins to lag. Then the camera lags too, giving them both the chance to catch up, so to speak.

Until, finally, Aziraphale has to stop completely and the camera, of course, stops with him. We're emotionally attuned to Aziraphale, not Gabriel, and the camerawork reflects that. Even more-so when we cut to a low shot of Gabriel's annoyed huff at having to stop at all, making him appear larger and more imposing. Because to Aziraphale, he is.

This work carries over into Heaven's other scenes. The closeups are pretty much a given since, whether it's Gabriel realizing Aziraphale has been "fraternizing" with Crowley (more on that below!), or Aziraphale choosing to go back to Earth, the scenes in Heaven are incredibly important to the narrative. Closeups allow the viewer to get a good read on each character's emotional state — focusing on minute facial changes as opposed to overall body language — and that fly-on-the-wall feeling is increased as we literally get an up close and personal look at these pivotal moments.

Compare a shot like this one of Gabriel to the line of angels ready for battle. We don't get closeups on any of their faces because their emotions aren't important. Yes, that's in part because they're background characters, not main characters, but a lack of emotion — their willingness to enter this war without question — is also the point of their presence in this scene. So they remain a semi-identical, nearly faceless mass that runs off into infinity down that hallway, not any individual whose inner life we get a peek at via a closeup.

I particularly like Aziraphale's conversation with the angel... general? Idk what to call this guy. He's just gonna be Mustache Angel. But, getting back on track, his scene has a lot of over the shoulder shots which, admittedly, are pretty common. From a practical perspective they're used to help the audience situate both characters in the scene — you're here, you're there, this is how you're spaced during this conversation — but it can also help emphasize that closeness between them. Keeping both characters in the shot connects them and though Aziraphale and Mustache Angel definitely aren't on the same page here, those shots help cue us in to the unwanted intimacy of this moment. They're both angels... even though Aziraphale no longer aligns himself with them. They're both soldiers in a war... but Aziraphale will not fight. This angel has a list of Aziraphale's secrets, including that he once had a flaming sword and lost it... but Aziraphale doesn't want to admit those circumstances to him. This angel wouldn't understand, even if he did. Intimacy here, connection and closeness, is something discomforting because Aziraphale can no longer embrace those similarities. They put him (and us) out of sorts, so when we get them both in frame, that connection creates tension, not relief.

And many of those over the shoulder shots are given sharp angels, or the camera is placed too close to the "off screen" party. Compare a shot like Luke and Rey to Aziraphale and Mustache Angel. Here, Luke is a clean, solid line on the left side of the screen, just enough there to cue us in to where he is in relationship to Ray, In contrast, Mustache Angel's mustache is Too Close and proves rather distracting. Rey and Luke are connecting here over being Jedi with responsibilities to uphold (or at least, Luke will acknowledge that connection later lol); Mustache Angel is forcing a connection with Aziraphale that makes everyone uncomfortable.

We are too close to him here. He feels too close to Aziraphale too. This whole conversation is upsetting and discomforting, pushing Aziraphale to finally choose which side he's on (his own with Crowley). The shots aren't meant to subtly keep the audience from getting lost and then otherwise be unobtrusive, we're supposed to be Very Aware of this angel's body and how close he's getting to the character we've come to identify with — both literally (he's leaning in) and in terms of forcing Aziraphale to finally make his choice.

When Mustache Angel marches forward and gets all up in Aziraphale's face, the camera positions itself behind Aziraphale in a way that makes it feel like we're hiding behind him, with Aziraphale taking up far more of the screen than Luke does. Like the scene with Michael or running with Gabriel, the camera often likes to mimic a "realistic" response to these events. This angry, shouty angel is getting closer, best take a step back and stay out of sight behind Aziraphale, holding his ground.

These closeups also serve as a nice contrast to the wide and longshots we get of Heaven. It's an imposing place with skyscrapers in the distance, lots of steel, immaculate floors, and endless white. It's overwhelming and it's cold. But then we cut to those mid-shots of Gabriel and Michael, telling us that they're in control of it all.

Aziraphale? Aziraphale is not in control. Not now, anyway. When he appears in Heaven we get a longshot to show off this endless void and he's just another, tiny speck in it. If he weren't flailing around — an acting move that likewise helps sell how out of his depth he is — it's unlikely you'd even notice him. Aziraphale's clothing and hair blends in perfectly with the background. He's forgettable. Easily overlooked. Someone to underestimate. And when he moves, he has to come to the camera. We don't cut to Aziraphale to establish control like we do with Gabriel. He's left to awkwardly shuffle up to Mustache Angel until he's finally come into view.

Yet when Aziraphale makes his decision, he aligns himself with the brightest, most colorful, most interesting thing in the room: Earth. Earth, with all its messy individuality, is the antithesis to Heaven's controlled uniformity and a bright blue orb hanging in the midst of all this white helps remind us of that. Aziraphale rejects becoming one of the identical soldiers and instead literally reaches out for the one thing in Heaven that doesn't fit in.

When he leaves, we get an extreme closeup for the first time. Mustache Angel is pissed and as such we not only get a good look at his face in the aftermath of Aziraphale's choice, but that extreme closeup on his mouth as he's shouting too. It's like he's shouting directly at us, the viewer who is currently cheering on Aziraphale's decision. There's a war, dammit... but we don't care. Not in the way he cares, anyway.

So there's a lot! And I could probably go on, but apparently I'm only allowed to add 10 images per post now (tumblr what the actual fuck if anyone knows a way around this please share!) and I've already had to merge a bunch of images like an animal. So let's awkwardly finish up with the duck pond scene.

...without a GIF because they apparently count as images too 🙃

Simply put, I don't think Aziraphale bringing up fraternizing is a pivot from one to the other — from caring about Crowley to caring about Heaven's rules. I mean yes, Aziraphale is lagging behind Crowley in terms of rebellion and a part of him is, at this point, absolutely concerned with how he'll come across to the higherups, but that worry doesn't stem solely from a (now very shaky) desire to obey for the sake of obeying. The thing is, Aziraphale's disobedience is, by default, also Crowley's disobedience. If they're friends and they're ever found out, they'll both get in trouble. Which, we know from the end of Season One, basically means being wiped from existence. That's horrifying! And it's a horror that threatens them both. I don't think Aziraphale cares about rules for the sake of rules; after all, he started off by giving away his sword, lying to God, is currently meeting with Crowley anyway... this angel has always ignored/bent the rules — established and implied — that don't suit him. Rather, he cares about the rules if he thinks they have a chance of being enforced. If there will be consequences for breaking and bending them. This is still about caring for Crowley (as well as saving his own, angelic skin). If they're found out, Crowley dies. And, as we the viewer learn, Heaven was indeed observing them that whole time. There was always legitimate risk attached to this relationship. Aziraphale's fear, hesitance, and at times forceful pleas to stop this stem as much from Aziraphale worrying about Crowley's safety as they do a learned instinct to obey the rules without question. He pushes to end the relationship because the relationship threatens the only thing Aziraphale cares about more than that: Crowley himself.

As for the term "fraternizing," that's a loaded one! I won't go into a whole history lesson here, but suffice to say it has military roots: to sympathize as brothers with an opponent. That is literally what Crowley and Aziraphale are doing. They are an angel and a demon, supposedly innate enemies, supposedly poised for an inevitable war... yet they've formed an incredibly strong kinship. They've both learned to love their enemy, the thing every army fears because, well, then your army won't fight (just as Aziraphale won't). However, beyond the enemy implications, "to fraternize" eventually took on a sexual meaning: to not merely love as a brother, but to lay with the enemy too, usually women from enemy countries (because, you know, heteronormativity). Nowadays, "to fraternize" often implies a sexual component. I've been rewatching The Good Wife lately and in one subplot, the State's Attorney cracks down on fraternization in his office. He doesn't mean his employees are forming bonds with assumed enemies, he means his employees are having sex on his office couch. So Aziraphale's phrasing here carries a LOT of weight. He's both reminding Crowley of their stations in the world — you are a demon, I am an angel, us meeting like this can have formal, irrevocable consequences for us both — as well as, given the fact that this is a love story, drawing attention to the depth of this relationship. They love one another, as more than just friends. Though whether Crowley's scathing "Fraternizing?" is a response to Aziraphale falling back on the technicalities of their positions, or acknowledging a love he's yet to overtly admit and commit to — or both! — is definitely up for debate.

#Good Omens #Ineffable Husbands #Air Conditioning #mymetas #whew #long post! #with too few images imo #with this done I'm gonna steam #about tumblr's absurd limitations #how's a girl supposed to do meta on this website anyway

[ingravinoveritas]

I saw you mentioned that some people "complained about TSAM" presumably D and M's appearance there. What's there to complain about? I just honestly can't imagine, that's why I'm asking.

Hi, Anon! Yes, I had meant to write a post about that about two weeks ago, and, well...life happened. But I will write what I had wanted to say then in response to this.

Reflecting back on it now, I did not realize how much I missed seeing David and Michael together until David’s appearance on TSAM. There’s a certain special kind of magic between them when they are together--not just over Zoom, but actually physically in the same room--and they seemed beyond thrilled to see each other again. Sometimes the camera cuts to a shot of Michael looking at David, and it’s as if he’s nearly vibrating from being so close to him.

I’ve mentioned previously how there are certain things Michael has allowed because of involvement from David--the GO photo shoots they both hated, the endless interviews. Heck, Michael has even said that he loves being Aziraphale, but only if David is there as Crowley. The reason he was able to do what he did in Good Omens and bring what he brought to the role of Aziraphale--aside from being a fantastic actor, of course--was because of David.

...Which is why I was subsequently very surprised, then, to see the Twitter stans saying that Michael seemed "angry” on TSAM, which...first of all, have you seen Michael Sheen angry? Because that could not have been more the opposite of angry. Secondly, the alleged reason that fans said he was “angry” was because of all the teasing related to his not being cast in the Harry Potter films. But Michael went along with it because he knows Alan, and he certainly knows David, so he knew exactly where it was coming from. And as much of a sore spot as the whole Harry Potter thing might be, when David made the comment about “She probably just didn’t think of him,” Michael looked all affronted and tried his best to act annoyed, but couldn’t help smiling. Because, again...David. 

There was also another very telling moment from Michael, when Alan asks them to do impressions of each other. Michael does his “David” impression first--which I’m still not convinced is his actual, real impression of David--and then it’s David’s turn. And right after David says, “When I do Michael...” Michael actually bites his lip while looking at him:

(Oh, yes...there’s a Welshman having an absolutely awful time, I tell you...)

The other complaint I saw from stans was that Michael and David “didn’t have enough to do together” in TSAM. While it’s true that they didn’t get to do a scene reenactment, I have to point out that we now can look at this appearance in an entirely new light, because when Michael and David filmed TSAM, they knew there was going to be a second season of Good Omens. They knew, the sneaky bastards, and knew they were going to be getting to play with each other a whole lot in the months ahead.

So in the Face/Off round, you can see how in sync they are with each other--for instance, when it’s Nish and Tom’s turn and then Kevin and Jennifer’s, one in each pairing has their hands behind their back, and one has their hands in front. Michael and David both have their hands in front of themselves--perfectly, unconsciously mirroring each other. And when they first walked up to the podiums, this is what happened:

The way David looks at Michael. The way Michael licks his lips when he looks at David. This is like a beautiful gift under the tree on Christmas morning with wrapping paper made out of orgasms and candy. HOW CAN ANYONE COMPLAIN ABOUT THIS, I MEAN. They can barely fucking glance at each other without looking like they want to burst from excitement and the secret they are both holding in (GO 2), and it’s delightful.

I am so, so incredibly grateful that we got this appearance of David on TSAM. Watching them together made me emotional in a way I didn’t expect--in part because it’d been so long since we’ve gotten to see Michael and David together, and after such a hard and challenging year, it warmed my heart to see the love and affection between them. To know that even if things still aren’t great, at least we have Michael and David, and they have each other.

So those are my thoughts on David and Michael’s appearance on TSAM, and the complaints from fans that you’d asked about, Anon. Thanks for writing in! x

#anonymous #reply post #michael sheen #welsh seduction machine #david tennant #soft scottish hipster gigolo #there's something about movies #tsam 4 #the flirting though #and the tongue #definitely a high degree of tongue use in this episode #i'm just saying #they are giving off such powerful couple vibes here #the energy between them just crackles #you love to see it #amazing #ineffable lovers #good omens rpf #discourse #gifs by me

[celpheres]

Yes gay erasure is real, yes is fucking annoying and yes fuck every single franchise that lured us in and took away our representation at the last minute (Disney I'm looking at you) but i felt that good omens wasn't erasure or queerbating and this is not me picking a fight with you im interested in what you think, but Aziraphale and Crowley are not human, they are two supernatural entities, they do not work as we do, they dont think like we do, is it really that impossible that they love differently? Things like gender, sexuality, relationships and romantic attraction are human concepts, they are not humans (sure they pass as men because they have to blend in with humanity it's not like that can say they are angel or demon and if being a woman is challenging now i can't even imagine how it was back then ) , their relationship cannot be held with the same standard as ours, i mean sure it's fun and everything to fantasize in fanfiction but at the end of the day we don't even know If angels or demons do relationships you know? Maybe for them is a thing only for humans as for us mating dances are just for animals. But that leads me to my other point, they love each other, both Michael Sheen and Neil Gaiman have said that yes , they do love each other, good omens is a love story. Love comes in many ways and it's manifested in many more, it's kinda offensive to see that people need to touch or to be intimate or do romantic gestures for their love to be validated no one can invalidate your love because it doesn't matches their, people would always tell me that i didn't love my partners because of the lack of physical affection and romantic gestures and it always made me feel so frustrated and insulted because I did love them, i loved them so much but i had no way to " prove it" in front of them. I'm an aromantic bisexual, erasure is something I'm very familiar with. On one side all the bi erasure, people saying that you are just confused, that you are "on your way to being fully gay" or whatever that means or saying that you are just joining the trend and in a few years you will grow out of it, people saying that you are just an straight that wants "attention " it's insulting, it's condescending and i hate it. And i also hate when in media they do all their stupid show just so at the end they can say nah you thought lmao they are just friends fuck that but at the same time I'm aromantic, i love differently. I don't experience romantic attraction, yet i still love people, i love them so much and that's why it makes me so angry when people refuse to acknowledge a relationship or the love of two people just because it doesn't matches their alloromantic concept of love and it makes me sick. And no, the "right person" won't change my ability to feel romantic attraction, they will accept just the way I am. These two parts of me are often kinda conflicted when consuming media because on one side fuck you and your erasure if they were different sex they would have definitely kissed there and on the other side fuck you and your erasure that don't need to do anything to " prove" their love. To me both arguments can contradict each other and coexist at the same time i mean they are both problems that affect real people saying is more valid than the other it's kinda stupid, it's not a competition after all .

(I have no nerves for a discourse, so if anyone wants to add something, do it only if you have to.)

About the “they’re not humans” part: The entire point of the story is that they turn more and more human over time. They get used to human traditions and human understandings of things and associate themselves with it more and more. So this is not really a reason to me.

It is true what you say about love. Romantic love is not the only love wich exists, I love many people without loving them romantically. And it’s just as true what you say about asexual relationships.

And you know, it works the other way around too. Kissing / physical affection can exist without romantic relationships, why does nobody talk about that? They don’t need to be in love to hug or kiss.

The problem is not the headcanons regarding them being aro/ace.

But many (not all) people act like their relationship needs to be aro/ace to be special. They have to be a nonbinary couple to be special. Because allo gay couples aren’t special and are boring. A kiss would’ve been cringe. More touching would’ve been boring. Because it would be “NoT sPeCiAl” if they kissed or touched.

This is homophobic, and completely tunnel-sighted. Every relationship is special, every relationship is unique. No matter how much physical affection you share or don’t share.

They are an earthly angel and demon, come on. It is a special relationship in any way.

Also, why is the fandom assuming that Mr. Shadwell and Madame Tracy are in a romantic relationship? Have they ever mentioned being in love? Or what about the Them? They clearly love each other in a non-romantic way. Why would it be aro/ace erasure to show a gay couple of an angel and demon in addition? Isn’t the entire point that it shouldn’t be allowed that they’re showing affection to each other?

My point is, not all of the people who headcanon them as aro/ace are being problematic. But acting like homosexuality doesn’t exist and is something boring and not as special as an ace or nonbinary couple is not okay. They’re all special. They should all have representation. But not trough a couple wich already implements two males (as mentioned countless times in the script), who don’t come too close to each other because of a safety measure.

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[mimisempai]

Better than anyone else

Summary

Returning to the bookshop after fiercely defending Crowley, Aziraphale doesn't expect such a passionate welcome.

Notes

50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #9: A kiss that lasts so long, they are sharing each other’s breaths

On Ao3

Rating T -  642 words

"But Mr. Fell, you could do so much better."

"Oh, yes? Like who?"

Mr. Brown stood in front of him and answered directly, "Well, me, since you seem to like men with red hair."

Seeing the bookseller continue to advance without so much as a glance at him, Mr. Brown caught up with him and grabbed Aziraphale's arm, forcing him to stop before adding, "Mr. Fell, you deserve so much better than this... than this punk!"

Annoyance turned to anger as the angel replied, hammering his finger on the annoying Mr. Brown's chest, "This punk, as you call him, has saved my life more times than you can count. He's the only person I trust who really knows me. He doesn't love an idea he has of me, but who I really am. I'm not better than him, and one thing's for sure: he's a million times better than you.

The angel was so angry with the red-haired, mustachioed man that he almost spat out the last words as he continued, "Don't even think of talking to me if it doesn't concern the shopkeepers' association!"

As he left the flabbergasted man behind and opened the bookshop door, Aziraphale sighed, releasing some of the tension, though still angry on Crowley's behalf.

How could that idiot dare?

He shut the door behind him and turned the small "Closed" sign outward.

No sooner had he taken a few steps than he found himself pressed against one of the bookshop columns, Crowley's lips covering his own. 

Aziraphale, though surprised by the welcome, didn't take long to actively participate in the kiss, instinctively wrapping his arms around the demon's waist. Then he parted his lips and allowed Crowley's tongue to enter his mouth in an electrifying, frenzied motion. Soon, the angel forgot everything that wasn't Crowley as the kiss lasted almost indefinitely, as each time the demon sensed the angel's attempt to pull away, he held him close and continued the kiss, to the point where they almost forgot to breathe.

Aziraphale didn't even know how much time had passed since Crowley had started kissing her, and it wasn't until they both felt they couldn't go on without breathing that Crowley slowly pulled away, just enough for them to catch their breath.

They were now forehead to forehead, out of breath, and Aziraphale swallowed several times before he could speak, "Wow... Crowley... not that I didn't love every second of it, but is there any particular reason for such a greeting? "

Crowley replied, panting, "I...heard you talking to that idiot...and even...while it's not the first time I've heard you defend me, it's the first time I've seen you do it with such fierceness."

Aziraphale replied softly, "I will always defend you, Crowley.... I meant every word."

Crowley didn't reply and pressed his lips to Aziraphale's once more in a kiss that, though filled with the same passion, was soft and slow, with none of the urgency of the previous one.

A little later, when they parted again to catch their breath, Crowley's hand slid down the Angel's arm and, intertwining their fingers, he said to Aziraphale as he pulled him toward the door, "Come with me, Angel."

"Where?"

"To Paris, to eat crepes, because this moment deserves to be celebrated in a special way."

The angel's eyes lit up as he replied, following the demon, "See, that's what I said, for that alone you're a million times better than anyone else."

Crowley replied with a pout, "Just because of the crepes?"

Aziraphale shook his head, planted a kiss on the demon's cheek, and replied, "No, just because you're you."

Crowley didn't have to do anything special to be a million times better than anyone else to Aziraphale.

He just had to be.

Crowley, the demon who has loved him since the dawn of time.

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[emmy018]

How would it be to be the child of aziraphale and crowley?🏳️‍🌈

Warning: fluff, overprotective (idk is this a warning? XD)

I'm already apologized for my bad English haha :') I'm not from England or the US

Enjoy <3

IF YOU ARE HOMOPHOBIC OR DON'T LIKE LGBTQ+ THEN GET THE FUCK AWAY LEAVE!!!

Happy pride month btw 😋❤️🏳️‍🌈

(F/w)= fist word

(yf/c)= you're favorite candy

(S/c)= skin color

Here's some music for the vibe :3

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As Gabriel and Beelzebub Having heard of Aziraphale and crowley's plan that the two want to create a child, they were disgusted and wanted to prevent the plan from working. It didn't work

When you were created crowley was so happy and swore to protect you no matter what

Aziraphale found it a bit exaggerated that crowley protect you for ever no matter what happend, but he thought it's cute

Whenever aziraphale looks into your bed and you weren't there he almost got a panic attack, but then he remembers that you were 100% with crowley bc he took you out of the bed and you were sleeping in his arms while he was laying on the couch and humming you to sleep

You're first word was (f/w)

Whenever you played in front of the store and you fell down and started crying and a stranger tried to calm you down with a lollipop (YES I MEAN A 🍭 NOT A 🍆 DIRTY MIND DEAR XD) and crowley saw that he always runs out the store and got you and drag you in while the stranger stand there like (👁️👄👁️)

"sweetie papa told you that you are not allowed to talk to strangers, it's really dangerous"

" I'm sorry papa"

Pancakes or crépe for breakfast 🥞😋

Both were very gently when you are hurt

If you get sick... Oh dear 😂 you can imagine

If you get bullied in school OH MY DEAR crowley would be so angry and goes to the school and... 👁️👄👁️ I think you know while aziraphale was take really good care of you.

Bed storys every night

You were allowed to sleep in there bed wehn you have a nightmare

They would never hurt you

When you are sad or something and they ask you what happened and you tell them that don't wanna to talk right now they would understand and leave you alone, but after a hour they would check in if you were okay and bring some tea and (yf/c)

Aziraphale loves to take pictures of you secretly hehe

One evening you sat on the window sill and looking outside, the moon was shining on you're beautiful (s/c) skin it was so beautiful. Aziraphale couldn't help himself and secretly take a picture of you

Crowley hate it when you take his glasses but he takes it with humor

You have to wear contact lenses on you're left eye bc you have the same eye as crowley but you got the eye color on the right from aziraphale

One day you was screaming at crowley bc you got annoyed from his overprotection but then you realized what you just did

"dad.. I'm sorry i didn't want to scream at yo-"

"no.. It's okay sweetie i know that you getting annoyed from my overprotection you getting older it's normal"

But of course you got in trouble sometimes (¬w¬) For example, if you sneak out or something else. But aziraphale is just worried bc he doesn't really know about things like this but crowley does

In fact the two of them really love you and you love them

Holiday in an another time line :3 and this is the reason why you have an A+ in history hehe

In fact the two of them adore you and would love you no matter what <3

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I hope you enjoyed it umm this was my first headcanons hehe correct me if i wrote something wrong okay 😅❤️ feel hugged💕 🫂

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[returnofahsoka]

10 fandoms, 10 characters and 10 tags!

i've been tagged by both @azorell and @swordwieldingeowyn thank you so much friends!! 💛💛💛

star wars - ahsoka tano

she's badass, she's cool, quirky, kind, good-heart, fearless and she's been my favourite character of anything ever since i first saw her (yeah i know a lot of people begin with "she was annoying in the movie" sorry for you folks, i was 8 when the movie came out and had superior taste and ahsoka's been a role model for me ever since). i love her relationship with anakin and obi wan and rex and basically any other character. i love her so so so much

cities of gold - tao

is it any suprise?? i love love love the way he wants to belong somewhere, the way he learns new things, the way he loves his friends (and the way he's allowed to be wrong and selfish and angry sometimes) idk he's a mess, he's kind and smart and lonely and strong and uncertain and harsh and all that just makes him relatable

atla - aang

listen, he's good. he's good and he actively chooses to be good, every single day. and he loves his friends so much and supports them and holds team avatar together like glue and if i think about him too long i might start crying

lotr - éowyn

i love her so much, always have, but now everytime i see her i think of my dear @swordwieldingeowyn so that's a bonus

the dragon prince - callum

relating to kid's show characters intensifies!! callum just means...... a lot to me

star trek - nog

it's more of a tie between data and nog because i love them both and oh god now i miss them

good omens - aziraphale

speaking of missing characters, @ihamtmus 's fic is making me miss this bastard angel so much. he's kind, he's good, he has anxiety and he loves the world (and crowley) so much oh god i'm gonna cry

merlin - merlin

another character to cry about. i love merlin, his shenanigans, his sass, his loving caring nature, and i hate the way he was forced to grow up and lose his innocence and lose himself and he just deserved so much more

marvel - thor

guys i miss thor

kingdom hearts - demyx

i'm not even in the fandom but people who don't like demyx are welcome to Fight Me. listen i know he's an idiot and he's annoying but he just wants some friends. which sums up a big portion of my life tbh. i love him and i would protect him from anything

i'm tagging @ihamtmus @lukeskqwalker @mayibeyourasteria @respectsuki @perseusjackkson @lluthiien and since i'm too lazy to tag all 10 people, i tag whoever else is reading this! have fun!!

#my posts #i was tagged #thank you guys this was fun #but also long lmao

[fluffmugger]

I haven't read Good Omens but I just got done watching the show and I'm confused on one point: what was behind Aziraphale's decision to not tell Crowley he knew where the antichrist was? I thought it was because he didn't want Crowley to kill him but he later petitions heaven to do just that. What did I miss? Why did he keep that information to himself when before they were trying to find the antichrist together?

He does try to tell Crowley, as in the book. However, at the time Crowley’s dealing with Hastur and Ligur  (well more accurately mexican standoffing against Hastur). So:  1) he tries to be a Good Angel, then fucks that shit off and 2) calls Crowley and that phone convo goes nowhere, then 3) Aziraphale runs face first into Shadwell, tries to stop him from stepping into the communication circle, accidently does so himself, utters the best fuck in the history of mankind and discorporates. The sequence from the book: 

Aziraphale was dithering. He’ d been dithering for some twelve hours. His nerves, he would have said, were all over the place. He walked around the shop, picking up bits of paper and dropping them again, fiddling with pens. He ought to tell Crowley. No, he didn’t. He wanted to tell Crowley. He ought to tell Heaven. He was an angel, after all. You had to do the right thing. It was built-in. You see a wile, you thwart. Crowley had put his finger on it, right enough. He ought to have told Heaven right from the start. But he’d known him for thousands of years. They got along. They nearly understood one another. He sometimes suspected they had far more in common with one another than with their respective superiors. They both liked the world, for one thing, rather than viewing it simply as the board on which the cosmic game of chess was being played. Well, of course, that was it. That was the answer, staring him in the face. It’d be true to the spirit of his pact with Crowley if he tipped Heaven the wink, and then they could quietly do something about the child, although nothing too bad of course because we were all God’s creatures when you got down to it, even people like Crowley and the Antichrist, and the world would be saved and there wouldn’t have to be all that Armageddon business, which would do nobody any good anyway, because everyone knew Heaven would win in the end, and Crowley would be bound to understand. Yes. And then everything would be all right. There was a knock at the shop door, despite the CLOSED sign. He ignored it.Getting in touch with Heaven for two-way communications was far more difficult for Aziraphale than it is for humans, who don’t expect an answer and in nearly all cases would be rather surprised to get one. He pushed aside the paper-laden desk and rolled up the threadbare bookshop carpet. There was a small circle chalked on the floorboards underneath, surrounded by suitable passages from the Cabala. The angel lit seven candles, which he placed ritually at certain points around the circle. Then he lit some incense, which was not necessary but did make the place smell nice.And then he stood in the circle and said the Words. Nothing happened. He said the Words again. Eventually a bright blue shaft of light shot down from the ceiling and filled the circle. A well-educated voice said, “Well?” “It’s me, Aziraphale.” “We know,” said the voice. “I’ve got great news! I’ve located the Antichrist! I can give you his address and everything!” There was a pause. The blue light flickered. “Well?” it said again. “But, d'you see, you can ki—can stop it all happening! In the nick of time! You’ve only got a few hours! You can stop it all and there needn’t be the war and everyone will be saved!” He beamed madly into the light. “Yes?” said the voice. “Yes, he’s in a place called Lower Tadfield, and the address—” “Well done,” said the voice, in flat, dead tones. “There doesn’t have to be any of that business with one third of the seas turning to blood or anything,” said Aziraphale happily. When it came, the voice sounded slightly annoyed. “Why not?” it said. Aziraphale felt an icy pit opening under his enthusiasm, and tried to pretend it wasn’t happening. He plunged on: “Well, you can simply make sure that—” “We will win, Aziraphale.” “Yes, but-” “The forces of darkness must be beaten. You seem to be under a misapprehension. The point is not to avoid the war, it is to win it. We have been waiting a long time, Aziraphale.” Aziraphale felt the coldness envelop his mind. He opened his mouth to say, “Do you think perhaps it would be a good idea not to hold the war on Earth?” and changed his mind. “I see,” he said grimly. There was a scraping near the door, and if Aziraphale had been looking in that direction he would have seen a battered felt hat trying to peer over the fanlight. “This is not to say you have not performed well,” said the voice. “You will receive a commendation. Well done.” “Thank you,” said Aziraphale. The bitterness in his voice would have soured milk. “I’d forgotten about ineffability, obviously.” “We thought you had.” “May I ask,” said the angel, “to whom have I been speaking?” The voice said, “We are the Metatron.”* “Oh, yes. Of course. Oh. Well. Thank you very much. Thank you.” Behind him the letterbox tilted open, revealing a pair of eyes. “One other thing,” said the voice. “You will of course be joining us, won’t you?” “Well, er, of course it has been simply ages since I’ve held a flaming sword—” Aziraphale began. “Yes, we recall,” said the voice. “You will have a lot of opportunity to relearn.” “Ah. Hmm. What sort of initiating event will precipitate the war?” said Aziraphale. “We thought a multi-nation nuclear exchange would be a nice start.” “Oh. Yes. Very imaginative.” Aziraphale’s voice was flat and hopeless. “Good. We will expect you directly, then,” said the voice. “Ah. Well. I’ll just clear up a few business matters, shall I?” said Aziraphale desperately. “There hardly seems to be any necessity,” said the Metatron. Aziraphale drew himself up. “I really feel that probity, not to say morality, demands that as a reputable businessman I should-” “Yes, yes,” said the Metatron, a shade testily. “Point taken. We shall await you, then.”The light faded, but did not quite vanish. They’re leaving the line open, Aziraphale thought. I’m not getting out of this one. “Hallo?” he said softly, “Anyone still there?” There was silence. Very carefully, he stepped over the circle and crept to the telephone. He opened his notebook and dialed another number. After four rings it gave a little cough, followed by a pause, and then a voice which sounded so laid back you could put a carpet on it said, “Hi. This is Anthony Crowley. Uh. I—” “Crowley!” Aziraphale tried to hiss and shout at the same time, “Listen! I haven’t got much time! The—” “—probably not in right now, or asleep, and busy, or something, but—” “Shutup! Listen! It was in Tadfield! It’s all in that book! You’ve got to stop—” “—after the tone and I’ll get right back to you. Chow.” “I want to talk to you now—” BeeeEEeeeEEeee “Stop making noises! It’s in Tadfield! That was what I was sensing! You must go there and—” He took the phone away from his mouth. “Bugger!” he said. It was the first time he’d sworn in more than four thousand years. Hold on. The demon had another line, didn’t he? He was that kind of person. Aziraphale fumbled in the book, nearly dropping it on the floor. They would be getting impatient soon. He found the other number. He dialed it. It was answered almost immediately, at the same time as the shop’s bell tingled gently. Crowley’s voice, getting louder as it neared the mouthpiece, said, “ — really mean it. Hallo?” “Crowley, it’s me!” “Ngh.” The voice was horribly noncommittal. Even in his present state, Aziraphale sensed trouble. “Are you alone?” he said cautiously. “Nuh. Got an old friend here.” “Listen-!” “Awa’ we ye, ye spawn o’ hell!” Very slowly, Aziraphale turned around.

Shadwell was trembling with excitement. He’d seen it all. He’d heard it all. He hadn’t understood any of it, but he knew what people did with circles and candlesticks and incense. He knew that all right. He’d seen The Devil Rides Out fifteen times, sixteen times if you included the time he’ d been thrown out of the cinema for shouting his unflattering opinions of amateur witchfinder Christopher Lee. The buggers were using him. They’ d been making fools out o’ the glorious traditions o’ the Army. “I’ll have ye, ye evil bastard!” he shouted, advancing like a moth-eaten avenging angel. “I ken what ye be about, comin’ up here and seducin’ wimmen to do yer evil will!” “I think perhaps you’ve got the wrong shop,” said Aziraphale. “I’ll call back later,” he told the receiver, and hung up. “I could see what yer were aboot,” snarled Shadwell. There were flecks of foam around his mouth. He was more angry than he could ever remember. “Er, things are not what they seem—” Aziraphale began, aware even as he said it that as conversational gambits went it lacked a certain polish. “I bet they ain’t!” said Shadwell triumphantly. “No, I mean-” Without taking his eyes off the angel, Shadwell shuffled backwards and grabbed the shop door, slamming it hard so that the bell jangled. “Bell,” he said. He grabbed The Nice and Accurate Prophecies and thumped it down heavily on the table. “Book” he snarled. He fumbled in his pocket and produced his trusty Ronson. “Practically candle!” he shouted, and began to advance. In his path, the circle glowed with a faint blue light. “Er,” said Aziraphale, “I think it might not be a very good idea to—” Shadwell wasn’t listening. “By the powers invested in me by virtue o’ my office o’ Witchfinder,” he intoned, “I charge ye to quit from this place—” “You see, the circle—” “—and return henceforth to the place from which ye came, pausin’ not to—” “—it would really be unwise for a human to set foot in it without—” “—and deliver us frae evil—” “Keep out of the circle, you stupid man!” “—never to come again to vex—” “Yes, yes, but please keep out of—” Aziraphale ran toward Shadwell, waving his hands urgently. “- returning NAE MORE!” Shadwell finished. He pointed a vengeful, black-nailed finger. Aziraphale looked down at his feet, and swore for the second time in five minutes. He’d stepped into the circle. “Oh, fuck,” he said.There was a melodious twang, and the blue glow vanished. So did Aziraphale.

* The Voice of God. But not the voice of God. A entity in its own right. Rather like a Presidential spokesman.

#Good Omens

[mimisempai]

Residual fear

Summary

After celebrating the thwarted apocalypse, Aziraphale has trouble falling asleep, because if all is well that ends well, it was a very close call. 

Notes

Just a little things to celebrate the release date of the season 2

On AO3

Rating G - 477 words

Crowley had fallen asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow, or rather, Aziraphale's shoulder. The angel, on the other hand, could not sleep tonight.

They had gone to celebrate the anniversary of the thwarted apocalypse with a dinner at the Ritz, as expected. 

Four years already.

And while the occasion was of a joyous nature, now, in the silence of their room, Aziraphale remembered the hours that had preceded this moment four years ago.

And the questions he hadn't taken the time to answer at the time resurfaced in his mind.

What if the body swap hadn't really worked?

What if the demons or angels had figured it out?

And most importantly, what if one of them had been injured or killed by the holy water or the flames?

Aziraphale could not, would not even imagine it.

An eternity without Crowley?

Inconceivable.

Aziraphale may have been deeply annoyed, troubled, sometimes even angry with Crowley over the centuries, even millennia, but whatever his feelings, he had preferred to live in the demon's company than without him.

They had never even been enemies. On paper, perhaps, but in reality there had never been the balance of power between them that either of their clans would have liked.

And even if they hadn't talked about it, they had obviously been more than friends when they had swapped bodies. 

That's why the moment the first drop of holy water had been poured, he had had that second of fear. 

Not for himself. 

But for Crowley.

He had been literally terrorized for a split second.

Then he had quickly seen that their trick had worked and the fear had disappeared.

But today, with his demon safely in his arms, he remembered.

It had only been a second.

But he remembered it vividly.

Lost in his memories, he didn't realize he was tightening his embrace around Crowley, who groaned and stirred in his sleep.

This brought Aziraphale out of his thoughts and he couldn't help but press a tender kiss to the demon's forehead, lingering there before murmuring against the flaming hair, "I'm so glad you're safe. You'll never know how much I love you."

His heart skipped a beat as the demon's eyes opened. Crowley smiled at him, as always, before lifting his head and kissing him back. Then he buried his face in the hollow of Aziraphale's shoulder and mumbled against his skin, "I don't know why this declaration, but I love you too. Now go to sleep. It's much too late for great love confessions. Wake me the same way in the morning." 

Crowley fell back asleep almost immediately.

Aziraphale couldn't help but chuckle before obeying, he could forget the fear, his demon sleeping safely in his arms. Kissing his hair one last time, he sighed with contentment and was able to let sleep take him as well.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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