#ineffable footsie

[clumsycapitolunicorn]

GOOD OMENS 2.06 | PRIDE & PREJUDICE (2005)

#good omens #goodomensedit #pride and prejudice #p&pedit #ineffable bureaucracy #gabriel x beelzebub #dailytvsource #tvandfilm #cinematv #userstream #otpsource #i did do a set for this a couple weeks back but it didn't look right so this is me trying again #one thing that will get me every time is a close up of an intimate first hand touch #THE WAY THEY BASICALLY DO THE FINGER VERSION OF FOOTSY OR WHATEVER THE BEST WAY IS TO DESCRIBE IT IDK

[theeldermillennial]

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #footsies #happy tingles #ineffable husbands #ineffable partners #michael sheen #david tennant #not my art #go see her other work on IG it's GORGEOUS #Instagram

[preraphaelitepunk]

My goal for this month was to post fics at least three times a week. That goal has, shall we say, not been realized. I’ve been writing every day, though, and have amassed about 18k on my current WIP -- approximately 5k of which has gone into my “holding cell” folder, also known as the “this no longer works so let’s trash it but still preserve it because I can’t stand to throw it out” pile.

Just for giggles (or, more likely, groans), here’s an early rough scene that got yanked, in which I discovered that I have absolutely no idea how people play footsie or how to write such a thing.

WIP discard pile #1

One of the very best things about being unemployed, Crowley decided, was that he no longer had to hide it when he gazed adoringly at his angel. They no longer had to hide at all. Breaking the habits of six millennia, of the intricate dance around their feelings and the terror and hurt and miscommunications, was not simple, and there had been many unexpected bumps and potholes in the road. When one of them said the wrong thing or went too far — and Crowley knew it was always a matter of when and not if — they had promised each other they’d stay and talk about it, intentions and effects and how to do better in the future. No more fleeing, no more decades-long naps. It was exhilarating, and rather terrifying.

They were getting better at it, though, this open communication thing. And they had time now to practice.

“More tiramisu, angel? I don’t think I’ll finish mine.”

Aziraphale dabbed his mouth with his napkin. “Oh, I shouldn’t.”

“Just go to waste otherwise.” Crowley nudged the half-empty dessert plate across the table. “Be a shame if it just got thrown out. Go on, you know you want to.”

“Well,” he dithered, more for show than anything, and a teasing smile tweaked the corners of his lips. “All right, you’ve tempted me into it.”

“’Swhat I do, angel. Your own personal temptation demon. Practically an act of charity, keeping me off the streets like this, letting me tempt you instead of random humans.”

Aziraphale smirked around a spoonful of tiramisu. Swallowing, he said lightly, “Who knows how many souls I’ve saved from your wicked wiles?” A brogued toe nudged against Crowley’s instep.

“Oh, countless, I expect. Tons and tons of souls.”

“Then I suppose I’ll just have to keep you around a while longer, my love. For the good of humanity, of course.” The toe slid higher, circling Crowley’s pointy ankle bone.

“Of course.” Crowley solemnly sipped his drink as he allowed his own foot to twine around Aziraphale’s calf. He’d be blessed if he’d break first.

Aziraphale’s left eyebrow twitched, but he recovered quickly, retaliating with a toe-up-the-trouser-cuff move that made Crowley’s eyes widen behind his sunglasses. “Did I tell you I have some new books on order?”

“I’m shocked, angel. So unlike you.” There: that spot behind the angelic knee. It was a vulnerability, but required a delicate touch and a bit of a stretch.

“Ahem. Er, yes, some lovely volumes came up for, ah, auction online. I’m particularly excited about Foxe’s Actes and Monuments. Sixteen thirty-two, original leather binding, absolutely gorgeous engravings. Not very accurate text, I’m afraid — he got a bit carried away writing some of the lives of the martyrs.” Putting down his spoon on the scraped-clean plate, Aziraphale shot an impish glance at Crowley, scooted down in his chair a bit, and went for the kill: a long, slow slide up the inner calf and ending with a delicate flourish above the knee.

That did it: Crowley couldn’t help grinning and squeaking in delight. How did such a noise even come out of him? Mortifying. “You win, angel, you win.”

The napkin made a repeat appearance, dabbing at smug lips. “I always do, my love. Now, I wonder what your forfeit should be?” His eyes sparkled as he reached for Crowley’s hand and squeezed it.

“Got anything in mind?” Crowley said.

“One or two things, perhaps.”

Ooh, that sounded promising. Clearing his throat, Crowley raised a hand a little more eagerly and a little less suavely than he might have intended. “Cheque, please.”

#good omens fanfic #ficlet #aziraphale and crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable footsie #no seriously how do people play footsie #outtakes from wip #writing #ineffable nonsense #i have a better opening scene for them now i think

[turnipoddity]

For so long I thought about it

And now I just can't live without it

This beautiful image I have of you

#good omens #myart #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #go fanart #anyone who cried listening to beach boys raise ur hand plz #KASJKDFJJFKFKV #yes they’re playing footsie

[nocturneequuis]

Parables of Yeshua

Ch. 4: Parable of Yeshua

It's been over nineteen hundred years and Crowley still hates Easter. Between that and a hangover, not even a lunch date with a certain associate may be enough to cheer him up.

>>>Read at A03<<<

#good omens #good omens fanfiction #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #well not really husbands #barely even know eachother #and it's not footsie #no matter what anyone might think #nocturneequuis fanfiction

[ao3feed-goodomens]

Canoodle

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FMZb9w

by KellerProcess

From this Tumblr suggestion: at Aziraphale’s and Crowley’s wedding reception Heaven and Hell are sat across from each other, Beelzebub and Gabriel play footsie under the table except they don’t understand the concept so they just end up increasingly aggressively kicking the other in the shins until Aziraphale has to interfere

An Ineffable Husbands fic with a huge side helping of Ineffable Bureaucracy.

Words: 3781, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Beelzefic

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Aziraphale, Crowley, Beelzebub, Gabriel, Dagon, Michael

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley, Dagon/Michael, Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: other character appear briefly, beelzebub alternates between she/her and ze/zir pronouns, wedding crack, improper flirting, rated teen for some bawdy sexual humor, Tumblr Prompt

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2FMZb9w

#ao3feed #fanfic #Good Omens

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Digestif

by Lurlur

Anthony Crowley has just discovered that he's the heir to an impressive estate and a raft of titles. Unsure of how to conduct himself in high society, he gratefully follows the lead of his new acquaintance, Aziraphale. He follows that lead all the way to the games room where a billiards table finds itself subjected to an unusual use.

Words: 6017, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Original Male Character(s)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Human, Alternate Universe - Downton Abbey Fusion, Downton Abbey but make it gay sexy and ineffable, Rated E for Improper Use of A Billiards Table, No beta we fall like Crowley, Explicit Sexual Content, Anal Sex, Oral Sex, First Time, Aristocracy, awkward social interactions, Edwardian Snobbery, Inheritance Issues, No Period-Typical Homophobia, Buggering billiards and bollocks, Christmas Party, hark the herald angel sings because Crowley makes him, they're fucking, That's it that's the plot, Footsie, Flirting, The Inherent Eroticism of Joking About Murder(ing Each Other), It Was Funny To Me At 5am I swear, No Billiards balls or tables were harmed in the writing of this smut, Hey I Just Met you and This is Crazy But You're the Heir So Let's Get Nasty

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/26588140

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

do footsie, not footwar

by randomtuna13 (belindarimbi13)

It was Aziraphale and Crowley's wedding, and Archangel Gabriel and Lord Beelzebub were invited.

Words: 1551, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M, Other

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Beelzebub/Gabriel (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Tumblr Prompt, Crack-ish, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Ineffable Bureaucracy (Good Omens), Weddings

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/20431040

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl