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aziraphales-library · 3 years

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Hello! New to the fandom here. I'm so happy to be part of it. Do you have any suggestions for fics Post-Armageddont that are just Crowley and Aziraphale very slowly getting comfortable with their new freedom (versus to immediately jumping into all out sexy sexy?)

Thank you! :D I'm happy I can turn to blogs for suggestions, its quite lonely being new

Hello and welcome! Here are some of my favourite more soft and slow post-apocalypse getting together fics. I hope you enjoy!...

It’s Getting Hard, This Holding Back by ZehWulf (T)

6,000-odd years is a long time to evolve a romantic relationship, but as a near-immortal being, Crowley had patience. True, they had lost momentum right around reaching the Speaking Looks and Meaningful Gestures stage, but at the time Crowley had been more or less content to let things idle.

Now, he was determined to shift things back into gear, and that gear was Explicitly Romantic Physical Expressions of Affection.

Something We Were Withholding Made Us Weak by tiredunture (M)

"Yes, exactly. Retire." Aziraphale reaches for the last remaining tartlet brimming with summer berries. "Somewhere along the south coast, perhaps."

Or: Crowley and Aziraphale learn to move in tandem.

Any Other Name by ignaz (T)

“It’s just,” he continued, “I’ve noticed that humans—some humans, anyway—they use that word, angel, as a…well, as a sort of…endearment.”

“Do they?” said Crowley, who had invented using the word as an endearment in the 13th century AD.

A Home at the Beginning of the World by stereobone (M)

"Oh," Aziraphale says. "I think Crowley might have moved in with me."

all i need, darling, is a life in your shape by deadgreeks (G)

After everything, Aziraphale and Crowley, by unspoken agreement, begin sharing their lives. --- Why? Aziraphale wanted to ask him, why millennia of the way things were, and now this?

But while Crowley seemed to have little issue upending every unspoken rule they’d ever written for themselves, Aziraphale was not so flexible, and they had spent thousands of years never quite addressing whatever it was this had stemmed from. Words, Aziraphale had always felt, were for bickering about where to eat for lunch, or hashing out ontological debates, or other trivial nonsense; there was no need to trifle with the imprecision of language, with phrasing and the possibility of being misconstrued, when it came to important matters if the other person simply understood, without needing it said. Six thousand years ago, when Aziraphale had met Crowley on the wall of Eden, watching the first two humans set out to begin the rest of history, something deep within him, more central even than his Grace, had thought, oh, it’s you, and that had been enough for him--for both of them, he assumed--for three millennia.

However much he wanted to ask, he didn’t know how. The words simply weren’t there.

The Next Time We Wed by seashadows (T)

“Guys, I’ve looked at the marriage license,” Anathema said, “and I’ve gotten copies of our notices and everything. The names on the documents aren’t Newt’s and mine anymore. Apparently they never were. They’re yours.”

When a drunken attempt to help a friend gets Crowley and Aziraphale accidentally married, their decision to fake it instead of fix it changes their relationship in a way neither of them realizes the other wants.

Over the course of a few short months, two supernatural beings discover that there are plenty of things they don’t know about each other, two humans finally get married (again), and everyone learns how to be a little braver.

- Mod D

#good omens #ineffable husbands #post canon #post apocalypse #mod d

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adorkwithhats · 4 years

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Aziraphale should’ve planned this better Part 1 of 2//Part 2 [link].

Been working on this thing for like a month and its finally done!!

Posting this as two parts because it got long :v

[Image description: A 6 page digital comic of Crowley and Aziraphale from Good Omens.

Page 1:Them on a park, sitting on a bench together with Crowley with one arm resting on Aziraphale's shoulders and Aziraphale with his hand on his lap and smiling.The calm quiet stops when Aziraphale says Crowley's name as he turns his attention to the latter one. Crowley looks at him curiously.

Page 2: "These past few months post- well, "Armageddont" as you call it, have been so wonderful and it fills me with so much joy that we are finally able to love each other openly and freely..."Aziraphale begins talking with a blushing faces and a gentle smile, meanwhile Crowley looks at him also blushing and with a lovestruck smile. And to know that we have the rest of our lives on earth to share moments like this one together again and again and I...I just love you so much my dearest... " he continues lovingly, resting one of his hands on Crowley’s leg.

Page 3:"Aziraphale you sap, I love you to-" begins to say Crowley, smiling as he takes a hold of Aziraphale's hand but is interrupted by Aziraphale raising his other arm towards Crowley's."OH! My dear there seems to be something behind your ear!".

Page 4: "Damn it!!Really Angel??Really?"Crowley facepalms and groans disappointed and annoyed"I can't believe you would kill the moment this way!!" he continues. When Aziraphale's hand gets closer to Crowley's ear we see him open his palm and show the golden ring he was hiding.

Page 5: Aziraphale starts to sweat and stares in shock as the ring slips out of his hand as Crowley continues his complaining, the ring rolling away from them and towards a white duck standing on the other side of a fence that surrounds a lake.

Page 6: The duck picks up the ring from the ground and stares at Aziraphale who stares back trying not to panic."Angel? Earth to Aziraphale? You ok?" Crowley asks offscreen, worried. End ID.]

#good omens #Ineffable Husbands #ineffable partners #ineffable spouses #accessible fanart #image description #my art #fanart #aziraphale #crowley #comic #this is my dumb comic and i get to put my ocs as background characters

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goodomensprompts · 3 years

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Crowley was pinioned when he fell, or else they both were post-armageddont in order to keep them on Earth

[Send us your own Good Omens Prompt!]

#Good Omens #Good Omens Prompts #Crowley #Wingfic #Angst #Anonymous

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spac3bar7end3r · 4 years

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In Which Gabriel Decided To Eat Something

Ineffable Bureaucracy / Post Armageddont / Getting together / 1447 words

prompt: “I could really eat something.”

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“I could really eat something,” Gabriel said, and Beelzebub had to do a double-take. They can’t believe their ears. Hungry? Gabriel? After all this time?

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” Gabriel reached the pepper shaker on the table and played with it like an easily-distracted human child (Not like Beelzebub knew how human child behaves. They’d never met one).

“You want to eat human food?” Beelzebub asked. They turned their head and signalled the waitress to come to their table.

“Well, I want to try.” Gabriel’s voice got higher than usual. Even he himself doesn’t look sure if he wanted to eat or not.

“Sure, whatever. What do you want? I’m gonna take two breakfast sets, one strawberry milkshake and make it really sweet.” The prince of hell turned to order like it was something they are pretty used to and it was. Crowley and the other goonies didn’t know this, but Beelzebub always sneaked out and came to the human world when they were bored.

“I…will have what you have.”

“Two more of the breakfast sets?” The waitress asked. Beelzebub appreciated her nonchalant expression, or let’s say this human might experience a lot of weird occurrences that she didn’t think it was strange for a tiny being like Beel to order two large sets of an English breakfast.

Gabriel didn’t know whether he should confirm or not because he’d never eaten human’s ‘gross matter’ before, so Beelzebub said instead, “One set for him, plus coke.”

The waitress nodded before she walked away.

“Coke.” Gabriel perked up, tilting his head a little bit then added, “Like cocaine?”

“Calm down, you uncultured swine. It’s a fizzy drink.”

“It’s a drink that is fuzzy. It’s very disgusting. You’ll love it.” Beelzebub shrugged.

“It is ours or yours?”

“Crowley’s.” They didn’t even want to take credit for it because they thought it was the fizzy drink was stupid and should be heaven’s creation instead of hell. What a dumb drink.

That’s why it’s perfect for Gabriel.

“Ah. That bastard.” Gabriel nodded.

“Yeah, speaking of that bastard, he and your angel are moving to some human village, I think.”

“Aziraphale is not my angel.”

Beelzebub waited for the ‘Not any more’ phase to come, but it didn’t.

Plates of Full English Breakfast came. Gabriel instantly frowned when he noticed the food. He picked up a fork and poked a piece of black pudding like it offended in somehow.

“What’s this?”

“Black pudding—look, do you really want to eat human food?” Beelzebub asked, still not believe what was happening. They pulled two plates in front of them and began to eat like they were starving (and in fact, they were. Hell didn’t have food and Beelzebub secretly loved devouring human food when they came up here).

Gabriel shrugged. He decided to try eating one. The archangel’s expression looked hilarious that Beel had to stifle a laugh between each bite.

“I do want to eat human food. I want to try to see what’s it all about.”

“Humans are disgusting.” Beelzebub chews. “But their food is the only thing they have done right.”

Gabriel nodded while sipping his coke. He eyed a glass of strawberry milkshake in front of Beelzebub, so the prince of hell pushed it to the angel in front of him. The second Gabriel swallowed the liquid his eyes widened, looking accusingly at Beelzebub.

“Why didn’t you order this for me instead of this black liquid? This is so great.” Gabriel continued sipping.

“Hey! That’s mine.”

“Not anymore.”

Beelzebub shook their head and reached for Gabriel’s coke instead. Gabriel hummed happily over his milkshake.

“So the reason why I asked you to meet today is because of this,” Beelzebub snapped their fingers and suddenly there was a stack of paper in front of Gabriel.

“Hm, what’s this?”

“An official truce contract,” Beel said then continued, “We don’t want to admit, but that angel Aziraphale was right. We don’t want to fight in a war that we are not so sure why it has to happen in the first place. And from what I see, the human is already doing great destroying the world themselves.”

Gabriel nodded. One hand holding a paper while the other is holding a toast. His eyes skimmed the word across the paper.

“Alright, so you suggest we have a truce and do what? Nothing? Are we supposed to hold hands and be friends now?” Gabriel swallowed the word like those times before the fall, but Beelzebub didn’t need to know that.

“Maybe. Look, we can be civil. Look at us now, we’re having breakfast together.”

“That’s because it’s you and me. Can you see any angel having meals with a demon?”

“Crowley and Aziraphale?” Beelzebub raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, right.” Gabriel nodded slowly. “But our jobs cancel each other out? How can we are at peace when we know that you guys are trying to bring the human to your side.”

“Read the papers. We’re concluding that in the future there might not be only your side or our side.”

Gabriel skimmed the text again, asking, “Human side? We’re going to fight them?”

“We’re not so sure yet.” Beelzebub sighed, “I didn’t think I’m going to be good with all the angels either. After all, you guys were the one who kicked us out.”

“I didn’t,” Gabriel said, recalling the past.

“Yeah yeah, but that doesn’t mean you were not on their side. You were the archangel for satan’s sake.” Beelzebub pushed the empty plate on the side and began to eat the other one.

“So what do we do?”

“Truce?” The prince of hell pointed at the contract.

“Truce.”

So Instead of going to chase after that angel and demon couple or making angels fighting a war with demons, the archangel and the prince of hell just kept having meals together. The second time was another breakfast at the same diner, the third was a Korean barbeque downtown, the fourth was at a Japanese restaurant (where Gabriel refused to try sushi because ‘it looks fucking gross’).

The third time they met Gabriel brought back an official truce contact with his signature. So all the demons and angels have stopped going at each other throat when they saw each other. Some still did their job as usual but most of the time, the human was doing fine themselves, whether to be good or bad. Heaven and hell didn’t even need to lift a finger.

What surprised them the most was the fact that several angel-demon couples were increasing A LOT. It seemed like all these 6000 years, Crowley and Aziraphale were not the only heaven and hell agents that ‘work together’. They were just better at hiding it than these two.

“Do you think the Almighty know about this?” Gabriel asked the sixth time that they met.

“I guess. Does that mean we’ve worked for nothing for so long?” Beelzebub frowned, thinking of all the time they’ve been giving orders and reading reports, falsified reports.

“It’s not nothing. I know you had a lot of fun fooling human in the eighties.”

“I did. That was fun.” Beelzebub grinned. Today they were at a small restaurant in London. Gabriel ordered a blueberry pancake (who would have thought that the archangel had a sweet tooth.) and Beelzebub ordered spaghetti and meatballs. The waitress rolled their eyes when she said pasta is not for breakfast, so Beelzebub secretly played a small mind-trick on her when she walked back to the kitchen. Gabriel noticed but didn’t say anything.

“I wish I know it before though that there are others out there who do…this.” Gabriel pointed to himself then at Beelzebub.

“Do what?”

“Like, being together. I was looking for a way to talk to you. I even suggesting human food!”

“I thought you like eating.” Beelzebub’s eyebrows raised.

“Well, at first I pretended to like it but then it was growing on me. I hated it before. I heard that human do this kind of thing when they want to be together with someone.”

“And you want to be with me?” Beelzebub tilted their head.

“Of course, idiot. Why would you think I’m taking an interest in a gross matter in the first place? I want to hang out with you.”

Beelzebub slowly nodded.

“You don’t want that?” You don’t want me? was implied. Two lilac eyes staring at Beelzebub expectedly.

The prince of hell rolled their eyes, answering, “Who do you think suggesting a truce in the first place, you dimwit. I’ve always wanted to be with you.” Even before I fell was implied, but Gabriel didn’t need to know that. Not yet.

#good omens fic #ineffable bureaucracy #beelzebub #archangel gabriel #My fic #sbfictober #good omens #spacebartenderfic

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vinatintasupernovita · 4 years

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My favorite take on Heaven and Hell post-Armageddont is they all have to like deal with eachother more now and it causes like unlikely angel-demon friendships to form and they have like annual bowling nights and shit but they still act like they hate eachother

#good omens

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go-events · 4 years

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GO Rom Com Spotlight: @portablechemist

The gorgeous @portablechemist (OTHER REFS) has claimed Love Actually to adapt for Good Omens in the Good Omens Rom Com Event.

For reference, here’s a little background about the source material!

About Love Actually: Nine intertwined stories examine the complexities of the one emotion that connects us all: love. Among the characters explored are David (Hugh Grant), the handsome newly elected British prime minister who falls for a young junior staffer (Martine McCutcheon), Sarah (Laura Linney), a graphic designer whose devotion to her mentally ill brother complicates her love life, and Harry (Alan Rickman), a married man tempted by his attractive new secretary.

We spent some time chatting about how the adaptation is coming so far, as well as future plans for it! Now, get to know @portablechemist a little better!

* * *

goromcom: Starting with something about you, you know how if you open a Tumblr chat with someone you haven't chatted to before, Tumblr tells you two things they post about? I wanted to tell you that yours reports that you post "about #tru and #:d". Those are some really fun tags, and I browsed your :d for a minute and had several giggles, so thanks for that!

portablechemist: Oh, that's so accurate, I love it :D I'm glad it gave you a laugh!! The #:d tag is all stuff I want to be able to find quickly to cheer me up, so I'm glad it makes other people laugh too :P

goromcom: But let’s move on to your rom com, Love Actually. Has this movie been a favorite of yours, or is there some other reason you chose it?

portablechemist: It's one of my favorite Christmas movies specifically, and I try to make a point of watching it every holiday season - Love Actually (along with Doctor Who and the IT Crowd) was part of my introduction to British media, so it holds a special place in my heart. As soon as I saw it on the list of choices, though, I immediately knew who I wanted Death to be, and that was enough to write the rest of the story :P

goromcom: So interesting that it would be that casting to cement the idea in your mind! Now I can’t wait to see!

What's your favorite moment of the movie and are you looking forward to presenting it in your adaptation? Any loose plans for that scene that you can share?

portablechemist: There are a few moments that I really love - Hugh Grant dancing through the PM house, Rowan Atkinson doing up the necklace at the jewelry counter, and the bit where Jamie (Colin Firth) learns Portuguese and goes to France to confess his love to Aurelia (Lúcia Moniz) - but I think my favorite bit is the montage of the PM going door to door in Wadsworth to try to find Natalie. Loose plans for that scene include Gabriel making his way through Hell to find Beelzebub, because she's the only being he respects. But that's ALL it is - respect!

goromcom: Do you plan to stick very closely to the beats of the original story, or make bigger changes?

portablechemist: I'm sticking pretty close to the original beats of the story - it's still set around Christmas time (the chapter names will be the weeks until Christmas), there'll still be a school play with lobsters, etc., but those beats are wrapped in a new story. It's going to be set during the first Christmas after Armageddont, when Heaven and Hell have sent their own agents to Earth to get Armageddon II going. While this story line is the plot device driving the story forward, I'm focusing more on the individual couples/groups and their personal struggles. There are parts of the fic which are definitely more serious, but overall, I'm going for the same light, kind of silly tone that the original movie had (which will lead to some ridiculous scenes I am very excited to write).

I'm also doing my best to remove all the problematic bits (because yikes there are a lot of problematic bits).

goromcom: I know a lot of people are making little nips and tucks here and there to their rom com storylines, and it’s another thing I’m very interested in watching how it pans out as the stories begin to post.

But let’s see if I can charm one more little nibble about your story plans away from you. What's an interesting decision you've made in your planning so far--a notable casting decision, a changing of venue, or some other plan you have to paint Good Omens all over your rom com?

portablechemist: This was the one I cast immediately - I've given the role of Colin (the guy who desperately wants to sleep with someone and thinks American girls will find him more attractive) to Death, and the roles of the American girls to the Four Other Horsemen of the Apocalypse. In this version, Death's lonely after War, Pollution, and Famine are destroyed, and God gives him the advice to find some new friends. I was really hoping to see the FOHA in the Good Omens show, so this is me bringing them in!

I've also recast Billy (the singer) as Agnes Nutter, and I'm rewriting the Christmas song to be one of Agnes's prophecies :D

goromcom: Oh my, Billy Mack is my favorite in the original. But before you reveal too much, I’ll cut off the previews here and move on to my favorite final question.

Tell me something "good". It can be something big or small. It can be a charity you think is doing good work, or you can talk about how great your pet is.

portablechemist: I mean, I think this whole thing you've put together is amazing - I've never felt more welcome in a group of folks online. Even though I mostly lurk (because life is crazy), it puts a huge smile on my face every time I see a new emoji or a brand new work from someone. This is so special and I want to thank you for putting it all together and doing all the moderation :)

goromcom: Oh my, blushing super hard over here! I’m really enjoying the whole thing and I really have fun with the whole group. :)

portablechemist: Outside of that, an organization I really enjoy is Little Free Library. They're a great way to bring reading to communities that otherwise might not have a lending library, and they also donate books cost-free to libraries in need around the world. You can do everything from donate money to build a Little Free Library yourself, if you're so inclined. Their website has resources to get involved, and the world map can let you know if there are any libraries already near you.

goromcom: Oh, I adore Little Free Library. Check that link out, everyone! Such a sweet and wonderful project.

And speaking of wonderful projects, make sure to catch the GO adaptation of Love Actually, coming soon!

#goromcom #goromcom spotlight #good omens #portablechemist #love actually

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eventful-surprise · 4 years

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Appreciation from Losyanya!

The Good Omens Events Discord is sending love to you, our fearless leader, @bisasterdi! Your friends on the server have contributed their thoughts and thanks for you and the online haven you’ve created for us.

Our friend here is @losyanya.

What do you enjoy about the GO-Events Server?

No matter how many things I list, I'm certain I would leave a few, there's just so much to list: So many new friends, so many creators I got the opportunity to meet. The ceaseless atmosphere of enthusiasm and support, encouragement and comfort, creativity and kindness. The bursts of chaotic energy, conversations diverging to everything under the sun (cereal fandoms? Horse foot anatomy? Fruit in salads? Donuts - oh, the donuts), and tying everything under the sun back to GO (especially donuts). The exchange of ideas and advice on writing, fandoming, life - I've learned so much here!! The opportunity to see works in progress, for GO Events and otherwise. The room and willingness to discuss controversial and hard issues, unspoken rules and etiquette, all with patience and understanding, spirit of learning and improvement. The frequent bouts of love bombing. Oh, and the NTAs, live the NTAs! I want to say it would be faster for me to list the things I do not enjoy about the server, but that's not really the case, cause I struggle to think of any.

Do you have a favorite of bisasterdi's fics? Which one is it, and why?

"Two Middle Aged (Presenting) Hobbyists Just Trying to Get Along" - I love exploration of what A&C would do with their free time post Armageddont, and this fic is full of wonderful, creative answers to that question; and seeing A&C take such interest in each other's hobbies - it's heartwarming to the core, such a deep well of fluffy feelings!

Any other comments of appreciation?

Bisasterdi, thank you so much for creating and shaping this wonderful server! On a personal note, it is so welcoming and supportive and fun that for me it quickly became the online home base, and so full of creative energy it got me try my hand at writing for the first time, and dare to make fanart - and, from the bottom of my heart, I'm thankful and very appreciative for the existence of this space. Thank you for all your attentiveness and work! Happy birthmonth!

#losyanya #bisasterdi #eventful-surprise #appreciation from friends

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snormynight · 5 years

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Sweet Embers

A sickAziraphale fic I was too embarrassed to post on the Ark hive🍯

Also this is my first time posting here so sorry if the read more doesn’t work google docs can suck my toe

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Crowley found that he could match Aziraphale’s impudent nature with some cheekiness of his own. Together, the two were a force of nature and by balancing each other out, they were able to create their own sort of paradise on their little planet called Earth. Crowley didn't care about anything. The end was coming whether he liked it or not and all he could think about was that maybe it really had been part of God’s great plan for he and Aziraphale to meet.

But things were different now. Before Armageddont, he wasn't nearly so paranoid. A miracle could fix up the simplest of problems. But now they had pissed off the higher ups, who in many ways, were much more powerful than them. (But apparently, not smarter.) They'd surely find them out sooner or later, but they definitely could could stave them off by masking their miracle signatures. Like disappearing off the face of Heaven and Hell respectively. So far, it seemed to be working.

They didn't talk much about their fears. The thwarting of Armageddon was a great victory and by golly they were going to celebrate. Even if they were still very much afraid. But neither one wanted to be the first to admit so. So they kind of danced around it, until it seemed to get the best of them.

Aziraphale had cut one night suspiciously short. He hadn't been very cheerful all night and had been short with Crowley, even when asked the most innocent of questions. He had bid him farewell, and Crowley thought that maybe he required just a little alone time. Fine by him. He wanted some time to bond with his bentley after just getting her back. Maybe rekindle over a few Queen tracks.

The night didn't settle with him though. His mind remained busy and it always went back to Aziraphale.

So he decided he'd drop by around lunch time tomorrow. He’d known Aziraphale and his routines long enough to predict that a crisp Autumn morning like today would tempt him to enjoy a cup of tea in bliss solitude, probably with nothing short of a toasted brioche. And he thought that the Angel would be in a great mood when it was time to eat again at lunch. Maybe Crowley could even apologize for whatever he had done.

He was on the doorstep, about to invite himself in when his eyes fell on the the window sign, which had evidently not yet been flipped from closed to open. Crowley tensed, as he knew Aziraphale always opened next to the sun’s waking hour and his mind immediately went to the worst. He ventured inside, and did his best to mask his worry.

“Angel? You about? Y’know, I don't consider this a very good business practice, though I suppose it’s in my best interest to keep that to myself.”

He entered the bookshop which was quaint as ever but eerily silent. Everything was just as he last recalled, except Aziraphale was nowhere to be found. Crowley demanded he’d get to the bottom of this.

“Aziraphale, let’s talk! Demon to Angel. If you could just humor me on what happened last night i'd really appreciate it.”

He moved around the shop, and it was when he reached the nook near the kitchenette where he felt slight relief. There he found his angel, hunched over a bowl of cheerios and snoring something awful. Crowley blinked away his surprise and walked over, assessing the scene. The milk was still cold, a sign that he had been conscious only moments before. Crowley grabbed a fistfull of golden locks and lugged Aziraphale into an upright position.

“Angel.”

He looked terrible. Dark bags hung from his eyes like he hadn't caught a wink the night before. His face was flush and slick with fever and his nose was akin to a cherry tomato. The cheerios stuck to his face, accenting the look.

Aziraphale moaned, roused by the movement and Crowley could only stare as he cracked his eyes open, giving the former a weak smile.

“Ah hello, dear boy.” His voice was thick with congestion. “It was so very sweet of you to drop by.”

He'd been the picture of health only hours ago. Crowley couldn't believe the development. Maybe he had just been distracted? He had been off last night, but he had surely chalked it up to being Crowley's own doing. And now it sent a weird pang through Crowley's heart to think that he hid this from him just so he wouldn't have to send Crowley away early. The short gripiness should have been a dead giveaway that his angel was unwell. And even though he was a bit upset with himself not seeing the signs, he was quite angry that Aziraphale hadn't said anything.

He glared down at him, but any biting words he had died on his tongue. Aziraphale’s big blue eyes seemed to know what he wanted to say. They had their ways of speaking back. He looked weary and guilty and Crowley felt like he needed to spare him.

“You look terrible,” he settled on.

Aziraphale couldn't help but chuckle and Crowley cringed, as it really just sounded like a wheeze. He must've still looked like something fierce, because Aziraphale looked away and curled in on himself. He still felt like he could let him have it, but a relief to see that the Archangels hadn't actually ganged up on him like he feared far outweighed his anger. He placed his fingers on his jaw, eyebrows raising at the heat he found there.

“Look at me.”

Aziraphale compiled, letting his cheek find comfort in the palm of Crowley's cool hand. He sighed, sagging into the touch and cleared his throat with a few more chesty coughs. When he was finished, Crowley reached for a cloth near the sink, dampened it and then began to run it over his Cheerio sodden face.

Unfortunately, it was not quite damp enough to avoid irritating the angel’s nose. His breath caught only once as he grabbed Crowley’s hand, clasping the cloth against his face.

“hihh!...Heh-chiew! Eh-shoo!”

Crowley found it hard to be disgusted, what with the look of relief Aziraphale was now sporting. His expression turned to one of shame quickly.

“Im’b so sorry, my dear,” he said hoarsely.

Crowley forewent disgust and cast the ruined cloth aside. He rubbed his hands up and down Aziraphale’s arms, eliciting a shiver out of the other. Just feeling him and his recoiled aura around him. Aziraphale could have sneezed right in his face and he wouldn't have cared. He was still just happy that he was alive. He’d take any chance to distract him from the impending doom that was the higher-ups.

“No matter. How about we get you into something warmer, hm?”

After a very wobbly trek to the sofa, Crowley had Aziraphale bundled up in several blankets over some of his warmer pajamas. Even though he looked cozy he seemed physically miserable as ever.

“Hih-hichiew! Hhh...h-hehh, o-oh dearhhh!-heh’choo! Hah-chiew!!”

He sniffed and punctuated that with a groan. He almost snapped his fingers, but quickly regained himself and reached for the tissues.

“This is all just made worse by the fact that we shan't use miracles.”

Crowlys chest ached as he caught Aziraphaels fearful gaze up above them. He hadn't noticed it before. He knew he wasn't particularly fond of hell, but Aziraphale never looked down at hell in fear. More like disdain. Contempt. Maybe even a little jealousy. He used to whine to Crowley how it must've been easier to perform temptations than holy miracles. And how his bosses were a lot more ruthless. That couldn't possibly be true.

He didn't want to fight tonight. All he wanted was to stop this paranoia and to make his angel feel better. And sitting here wasn't doing him much good. He had an idea, but knew it’d require some temptation on his part. He slithered up next to him on the sofa and reached up to rub at Aziraphale’s shoulders.

“Oh c’mon, Angel, don't be like that. ‘Cant’sa strong strong word. We might be under lockdown, sure, but we’re free to do whatever we want. I think I can figure out what you want.”

“Mhmm. what did you have in mind?’

A bath.

It bubbled over and steamed like a sauna, becoming them over with promises of security and warmth.

And oh how it tempted. Both moved toward it, clothing cast aside, in all their glory.

Crowley’s the first to dip, slinking down and flattening himself against the edge of the basin. Once settled, he beckoned Aziraphale over with an outstretched hand.

“Get in, Angel.”

Aziraphale obeyed, grabbing the offered hand and slowly hoisted himself in. At first he gasped at the sudden change in temperature, but he kept going, knowing that once submerged, this'll be the desired setting.

He sat down in the tub with help from Crowley and scooted backwards so his hips were now touching Crowleys inner thighs. He sighed in relief as the steam rose to meet his face.

Crowley smirked and leaned forward so he could whisper in his ear.

“Better?”

Aziraphale nodded but his comfort was short lived. Crowley retracted a bit when the Angel’s breath hitched and his shoulders jolted upward.

“H-hiH! H-haihshuu! AISH’Huuh!”

Crowley grimaced. “Oh, Ange-”

“Wuh...w-one morehhh! h’hEGSHuu!”

When he's done, Aziraphale sagged against one side of the tub with a pitiful moan. Crowley tutted as he blew his nose.

“Oh sweet Angel, you poor thing,” he continued. “That's no good.”

Aziraphale sniffed. “Ugh, my head.”

Reaching toward the edge of the tub, Crowley squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hand. It smelled of oats and lavender.

“Well that wont do, now will it?”

Tenderly, he reached for the golden locks and massaged his hands into the scalp. Rubbing in small circles caused it to grow foamy and eventually the smell wafts to Aziraphale’s nose. This time he moaned in delight.

“No, I suppose it won't,” he replied. Crowley watched the angel’s body relax as he worked his hands down the back of his neck and then down to his shoulders. Soon it's like a giant soapy cloud has taken refuge on Aziraphale’s backside.

He's pretty pleased with himself until he noticed the unease as Aziraphale shifted in the tub. He won't say anything though. That's for Crowley to draw out.

“Spit it out, Angel. Am I being too rough?”

Aziraphale was quick to wave his hands dismissively. “No! Oh no, it's all rather lovely. It just occurred to me that, well, how you've spent your time looking after me. I hate to be an inconvenience. You could probably find more productive ways to spend your evening.”

Crowley stared at the soap bubble Bentley he so expertly crafted on the backside of the being he loved most in this world.

“Eh maybe. Trust me. M’doing just fine.”

Short quips seemed to do him the most comfort. Crowley was not one for drawled out speeches.

After he had successfully rinsed the soap away, they both sat in the still water, simply enjoying each other's company. In fact, they sat there for so long, Crowley hadn't noticed that the water had gotten cold until Aziraphael shivered violently.

“Right then, Angel,’ he says softly. “Out we go.”

He braced himself and waited patiently as Aziraphale shakily got onto his feet before moving himself. He drained the bathtub and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his waist. He retrieved another one and a robe and helped wrap those around his shivering angel.

“Thank you,” he graced.

Crowley saw that even though he seemed much fresher, his droopy eyelids and dopey smile indicated that he needed to have a lie down real quick.

“Come on now,” he beckoned, and with a hand steadying his back, he lead the sickly angel to the warm invites of the lounge. He set him down on the recliner and the angel stretched his arms to the heavens with a great big yawn and apologized once more for his antics.

“Don't be,” Crowley said. He grabbed the fluffy quilt off the floor and draped it over the sleepy angel. “I'll be off then,’ he said, fighting off the lump of hesitation in his throat. He thought it might be best to leave Aziraphale to fend this off by himself. “Will that be all?”

Before he could finish his statement, a hand shot out from under the blanket, grabbing hold of Crowley’s wrist. Aziraphale stared up at him with those big hopeful eyes.

“Don't go,” he pleaded softly. “I don't think I could bear a night alone like this. Please.”

Crowly softened as a few tears welled up in the angels eyes. He was always more emotional whenever he felt unwell and Crowley knew the guilt would eat him alive if he left him like this. He didn't want to leave anyway. So he surrendered and threw up his hands.

“Alright. Where do you want me?”

Aziraphale shakily pushed himself upright and scooted as far to the right as he could and pointed to the snug spot beside him. Crowley rolled his eyes but obeyed and squeezed in next to him. Once settled, Aziraphale threw an arm and a leg over the demons body and pulled the blanket around the both of them. Aziraphale snuggled closer to the demon and hummed contently once he was comfy. Crowley reached up and prodded for the remote on the coffee table beside them. He found it and hovered it in front of his face.

“Fancy anything?”

“Not particularly,” Aziraphale yawned. “Just absolutely thrilled you're here.”

Crowley hid a smile as he laid a kiss at the top of his sweet head. Then he made it his mission to find something relaxing to watch. Nothing sad. Definitely nothing scary. Unfortunately that's what seemed to be in store for nearly fifty channels on cable. Until he stumbled across a How It’s Made type of deal. Bicycle tires. It was quite mesmerizing.

A snore floated up to his ear and Crowley's eyes sauntered down to the lump lying across him. Aziraphale, the poor thing, had fallen asleep, exhausted by the whole ordeal of a day he'd had. He didn't sound any less congested, but his worry lines faded away and he seemed peaceful in sleep. Almost like...well, an angel.

There was something about this one that seemed to quelm Crowley’s anxiety instantly. All of a sudden the fears before him seemed so small compared to the comforting weight of the snoring angel pressed into his side. It really felt like it had always been the two of them against the universe. But Crowley didn't mind that. Even as sniffly and sickly his angel could be.

#snzblr #snzfic #rosierites

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ao3feed-goodomens · 4 years

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but i traveled a long road to get a hold of my sorrow

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2G0kFzq

by emandrea

When one’s lifespan is as vast as either Crowley’s or Aziraphale’s, time begins to lose its significance. Hours blend into minutes and years are indistinguishable from weeks. Yet, memories of the past seem to be cemented into the conscious- especially when snippets of eating pastries with an angel warmed by the sun arise. Memories bleed into everyday life, encouraging the angel and the demon to reminisce on oysters by the sea and crepe dates following devastating wars. When it seems that remembering these tender moments doesn’t satisfying the duo’s desire to be in each other’s company, they embark on a journey around the globe with stops at modernized towns and revolutionized cities that were once flooded by She herself or torn down during Roman-aged wars. Perhaps flying in a giant tin can does terrify Crowley, and Aziraphale might have his own mischievous side when it comes to booking their rooms, but meals spent seaside and drained bottles of wine more than account for awkward silences that follow surprised hand-holding and shared reassurances following nightmares.

Words: 1916, Chapters: 1/6, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

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

Additional Tags: Post-Armageddont, Fluff, Angst, First Kiss, Travel, ineffable husbands take a vacation, Good Omens Big Bang, Happy Ending, good omens - Freeform, crowley has flight anxiety

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2G0kFzq

#ao3feed #fanfic #Good Omens

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goodtimesgoodomens · 5 years

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i think one of the more interesting things to come out of the fandom post-TV series is all the other names for the failed apocalypse, which is nice bc Apocawasnt and Armageddont aren’t as funky-fresh anymore

#good omens #good omens fandom #amazon good omens

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aziraphales-library · 4 years

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Lost fic post #11

1. I seem to have misplaced another fic ;3; this one had Aziraphale tell Crowley that he was "more built for seduction, with those lovely legs" to which Crowley responds that his legs are like sticks and that Aziraphale's thighs are much better. Help please! ~ @little-bloodied-angel

2. Hi, a while ago I read a fic that I for some reason didn't save in my bookmarks. Crowley is still exhausted after the not-apocalypse, but he doesn't rest and spends a lot of time with Aziraphale. Then they go on a day trip and Crowley feels unwell already, he snaps at Aziraphale for some reason and Zira leaves upset. I also remember that it starts to rain then and Crowley knows it's because Aziraphale is crying. I really liked that story but I can't find it anymore. Maybe you can help 😊 ~anon

3. I’m sorry, but I’m looking for a story! It’s after the Armageddont, Crowley is worried that Aziraphale can’t defend himself after Crowley was easily able to push him against the wall at the Satanic Church, but at the end Aziraphale explained that it wasn’t because Az was weak, but that he trusted Crowley. Sorry if I explained it bad, I just couldn’t find it on my own! Have a wonderful day! ~anon

4. Hi, I'm desperately looking for a fic and was told it was the place to ask :) In that fic, Crowley gets cold easily and when it happens, Aziraphale dotes on him. He blows on his fingers to warm Crowley up etc... So Crowley starts to get cold on purpose to get Aziraphale's attention and it's very sweet. He even does a snow angel and ends up soaked to the bones if I'm not remembering it wrong. Thx to anyone who could help me find it! ~ @we-sunde

5. Hi! I’m looking for a multi chapter fic where Gabriel “un-falls” Crowley, who has no memories of being a demon or of Aziraphale. He tried to figure out why Az is mourning and at one point reads out of a book of poetry found at Crowley’s flat? Thank you! ~anon

If you know any of these, please use the number in your response! Thank you!

~Mod P

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #asks #lost fic #anon #we-sunde #little-bloodied-angel #mod p

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adorkwithhats · 4 years

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[Image description: a digital doodle of Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens. They are water skiing at full speed on the ocean, with Aziraphale wearing the skis with and holding thing to the rope and Crowley sitting on Aziraphale’s back, using his legs to hold himself and both arms up as he laughs happily.]

Crowley and Aziraphale water skiing for the the doodle requests! The post armageddont retirement is going great for them.

( Tumblr did a dumb and deleted the ask for this request and i was a dummy that forgot to write down the name of the user that send it :’D)

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #ineffable partners #crowley #aziraphale #got lazy with the background

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ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz · 4 years

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No One's Watching

by JoyfulOmens

It’s been 6000 years, but finally, for the first time, no one is watching them.

Words: 628, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

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

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

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

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Fluff, Post-Armageddont

source http://archiveofourown.org/works/21686998

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

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spac3bar7end3r · 4 years

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Knock, knock, knock! Who's there, i' th' name of Beelzebub?

Ineffable Bureaucracy / Post Armageddont / Getting together / 2113 words

prompt: “You could talk about it, you know?”

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Well, like Katy Perry once asked, "Do you ever feel like a plastic bag?"

Yes, yes, they do.

"Baal."

"That's not my fucking name anymore, and you know it." Beelzebub grits their teeth at Michael who just shrugs, taking pleasure in seeing the prince of hell's bad mood.

"Well, Beelzebub is a mouthful to say."

"Then don't say it." In fact, their skin is always crawling when they hear Michael's annoying voice.

"Alright. I'm just here to talk about the relationship between Demon Crowley and our Angel--"

"That's not my concern anymore. Talk to other demons, I'm busy with other things." Beelzebub stands up and walks to their room.

"What thing?" Michael asks.

"The thing," Beelzebub says as if it is obvious then closes the door.

- - -

"Baal."

"Gabriel." Baal nodded at the Archangel.

"What are you doing?"

"Making some miracles? Lately, people have been praying to me, and I'm starting to get busy." Baal says, looking at the massive field of crops in front of their eyes.

"Ah, I see."

"What about you? Haven't seen you for quite a while." They smile at Gabriel who just dropped beside them, wings folded up.

"Being a messenger again. Same old jobs." Gabriel shook their head tiredly.

"You must be busy, being Heaven's favourite angel and all that."

"Meh," Gabriel sighed and says, "It's more fun with you here."

Baal blushed. They snapped their fingers, and suddenly an abundance of evergreen shrubs sprouted from the ground. Gabriel lightly touched leaves that were closest to him. He looked at the pink-tinged flowers and smiled. Baal was still not used to the world that God created just yet, but with Gabriel here they thought they could manage. Even Though both of them were in a different division, but they interacted almost every day (Gabriel insisted it was necessary).

- - -

The prince of hell looks through the window shutter to see if Michael is gone yet. The Archangel is still there, talking with the demons who work there. All the demons there look bored with Michael. Some of them even sending an SOS glance to Beelzebub. They shut the shutter and walks straight to their desk, picking up a phone there.

Beelzebub looks through their contact list. They seem hesitant for a second. Still, they decide to press on the name that they have frequently been calling lately after the Anti-Christ Shitstorm.

"Good Morning!" Gabriel chirps. The demon rolls their eyes as soon as they hear the Archangel's voice. He's still the same.

"Concept of time is bollocks in heaven and hell, and you know that," They answer back with a bored voice.

"Really? I haven't noticed that at all," says Gabriel.

"Come and take your angel back. They're ruining our peace."

"Wait, does hell have peace? We don't even have that here."

"Our peace is anything but an angel inhabiting our space."

"Technically, we are all angels before the fall."

"But we fell. End of the story. Stop bringing the past up. They're not gonna change anything."

"That's too bad then." The Archangel hangs up. Beelzebub is not even sure if that counts as 'Okay, we'll get someone there to bring Michael back.' or "We don't care.'

Bel sighs, throwing the phone on the desk.

- - -

"Don't you have a messenger job to do, Gabriel?" Baal asked, but there was no heat in the question.

"Well, it's not an urgent job. I'm taking a break."

Baal nodded and grinned, "Tea, then?"

Gabriel twisted his face, saying, "You know I don't consume these things. Ever."

"Well, we have a pretty long life to live, so let's see how long until you give up and decide to have tea with me." Baal smiled. Gabriel grumbled something like 'Never.' and he smiled back while tucking Baal's long hair behind their ear.

- - -

Knock! Knock!

The knocking sound at the door destroys the silence in Beelzebub's room. They sigh. It seems like someone on the other side of the door is really keen to see them. They keep knocking as if their life depends on it.

Fine.

"What." The demon doesn't bother to make it a question. They stare at the disturber with disinterested.

"Hello, I'm a messenger. I heard there was a package I need to send off," Gabriel smiles while holding the door. His lilac eyes gleaming.

"Yes, get that garbage outta here." Beelzebub points at Michael who stares at Gabriel with interest.

"You yup you, shoo!" Gabriel turns back, looking at Michael who's still standing among the demons then he points while nodding at his colleague and waves.

"Archangel Gabriel! I'm here to speak with the demons about Demon Crowley and--"

"Whoops, I don't care. They are not my concern now, and not theirs either." Gabriel looks around hell's office before stops to look at Beelzebub.

Michael furrows their brows. Then whose concern are they supposed to be?

Beelzebub smirks. "If they want to fuck each other, just let them be. I want to see how this is going."

"Agreed!" Gabriel claps. "Wow, there's not plenty of time that I'll agree with the prince of hell, but lately we've been hitting it off!"

"Must be the Antichrist's doing," Beelzebub answers tiredly. Lately, that has been their go-to answer to all things, electricity doesn't work? The Antichrist's fault, water too hot? Definitely the Antichrist' will.

That Adam Kid, he created chaos and made Beelzebub's life confusing, so they're gonna blame him for everything from now on. It's either him or God, now that they got one more person to blame, they feel a tad bit better.

Michael sighs loudly. "We cannot do that! They are a demon and an angel!"

"Well, that does not stop them." Beelzebub raises their bare hands as if to say 'What else can we do?'

"Plus one of them is a demon. Do you think you can keep up? We're programmed to rebel."

"Are you?" Gabriel raises his eyebrow.

"Could be. Look at me." Beelzebub wriggles their eyebrows.

"Well, Who knows what God's plan is anyway?" Gabriel throws his hands up then sighs with resignation.

Beelzebub (and all of the demons in the office) says, "Drake."

"What?" Gabriel asks, confused.

"Nothing." Beelzebub shakes their head innocently. "You're not gonna get anything new from us anyway. If you don't believe then ask this dork here." They point their thumb at Gabriel.

"Yup. It's true. The Not Gonna Get Anything part, not the Dork part." Gabriel states.

Michael switches look from Gabriel to Beelzebub, and then at other demons before they heave a sigh. "FINE." Then they stomp their way to the door.

"Now that the annoying one is gone." Gabriel walks straight to the chair in front of Beelzebub's desk and adds, "Let's talk."

"We have nothing to talk about." Beelzebub closes the door. "And you are the annoying one."

"That's harsh." Gabriel feigns surprise before following Beelzebub to the door. He opens the door himself. Knowing Other's Boundaries is not in Gabriel's dictionary... Well, he doesn't even have a dictionary, to begin with.

- - -

"What happened to you?" Gabriel's voice was full of concern when he saw Baal.

"Humans happened to me, Gabriel. This was not God's doing or even my doing. It happened because they hate each other and want to spit in each other's face. This has nothing to do with who they believe in at all."

"What do you mean? I was at the other side of the earth earlier and I--Why are your wings black?"

"Because I'm a fucking demon now, Archangel Gabriel. I fell." Baal--Beelzebub spat. "No more God of Rain and Fertility or whatever the fuck they called me. I'm out."

They spread their wings and flew as far as they can, tears welling up in their eyes.

- - -

Knock! Knock!

"I didn't call you," Beelzebub says without looking up at Gabriel who takes the liberty to open the door himself.

"I'm not your butler. I don't need to wait for your call." Gabriel jokes. "Long time no see. How's your day?" He throws himself on the chair in front of Beelzebub's desk.

"You just came here last week and the week before." Beelzebub complains then adds, "My day is ruined. Thanks to you."

“Your day won’t be ruined just because I’m here.” Gabriel crosses his legs. “In fact, it’s going to be a wonderful day for you.”

“How?” Beelzebub asks, curious.

“I bring your favourite’s gross matter!” Gabriel says, holding out a bag of junk food from the human world.

Beelzebub makes a meh sound, but they grab the bag anyway and begin to devour what’s inside the bag.

"You could talk about it, you know?" Gabriel stretches his leg and nudges Beelzebub’s shoes with his.

"What's there to talk about?"

"Your past, your present, or your future."

"I have none of them. Time is nothing to us, remember?"

“Hm.” Gabriel hums. It seems like he doesn’t want to give up talking about this topic with them. He tried several times before. The archangel is craving something from the prince of hell, and they don’t know if they dare to give it to Gabriel or not.

Beelzebub throws the burger wrapper in the trash can. They can’t help but wonder how the hell did Gabriel know what kind of food they like. He doesn’t even eat them.

"Have you ever missed the earth?" Gabriel asks when the room is in silence, no munching sound, no crinkling sound of food wrapper.

"Are you kidding? No. I hate earth. I hate them."

Beelzebub stares straight. However, they do not see Gabriel. Their mind went far to the past. They see shadows of humans standing around them, the one that used to pray to them.

Humans will be born. They will love, lust, and die. Sometimes they may pick up an angel, a demon or even a human, a symbol of something they see fit as a god, then worship them for a bit before throwing them out. They leave these empty shells of gods drifting through the wild wind and sea, then if they want to, the humans might pick these almost-forgotten gods back.

Aren't we just a plastic bag that way?

Some are reusable. Some are forgotten, never see the light of day again.

True dat, Katy perry, true dat.

What a joke.

"You're not that different." Beelzebub spits. Gabriel used to be so powerful. He used to be a fucking messenger of God, but right now he's just a feeble character in a fictional story humans tend to forget.

"Different from what? Oh, you mean, from you? I don't really mind." Gabriel shrugs. "I'm tired of being a powerful being. I just want to stay quiet, living my life, whatever the hell that is."

"You are naive if you really think we have a life to live."

"We don't?"

"We do?" Beelzebub tilts their head.

"Well, I don't think she would mind if I decide to lay low for a while.”

“You? Lay low? And you think she wouldn’t mind? You’re her messenger.”

"Since when did you care about what the Ineffable thinks? If those two idiots can do what they want, then we can do that too."

"You mean Crowley and--"

"Yes."

Beelzebub blinks, wheels turning in their head. "And by 'we' you mean--"

"Us? Yes."

"We're different than them." The demon takes a deep breath. "They found each other while we--we were separated from each other."

The demon grits their teeth. They should have been together. They should be able to have what they want if it wasn’t for those humans and their conflicts.

“Well, nothing keeps us apart anymore,” Gabriel says. In fact, he never thinks something was preventing them from being together from the start. Beelzebub is scared because they fell, and he’s been waiting for the right time for their shell to crack.

Beelzebub stares blankly at the papers scattered on the desk.

"Tea?" Gabriels sit straight. He pulls the power from heaven and snaps his fingers. A teapot and two cups appear out of thin air and drop lightly on Beelzebub's desk. Beelzebub twitches at the clinking sound.

"I thought you don't consume these things." Beelzebub's eyebrow raises up.

"We've lived a pretty long life, and I decide it's time to have tea with you." Gabriel smiles softly at the demon in front of him.

And Beelzebub thinks, well, what could go wrong with a cup of tea?

Turns out nothing goes wrong, but nothing goes right either. It’s just them, being them.

They should have done this a long time ago.

#ineffable bureaucracy #good omens #good omens fic #fictober #my fic #sbfictober #Beelzebub #archangel gabriel #spacebartenderfic

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