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microclown · 4 months

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I was rewatching s1e3 and something finally clicked for me..

Please forgive me if this seems obvious to you. It helps me to type out my thoughts, but I'm sure I'm just an idiot and no one else needs this explained to them, lol. That said - I was always slightly confused by the emotional weight of the holy water arc during the flashback sequence. Particularly I was confused by how angry Crowley got when Aziraphale referred to their relationship as fraternizing in the 1862 fight. I mean, "to associate or form a friendship with someone, especially when one is not supposed to" is exactly what they are doing, right? So why the 80 year breakup?

Crowley says he wants the holy water for if "it" all goes pear shaped. The phrasing is necessarily vague, and could mean lots of things. Since I know what he eventually uses it for, I was thinking about it in the context of Armageddon, or maybe more generally and vaguely about Crowley not always choosing to go along with Hell, and associating with Aziraphale. But there was not much reason for Crowley to already be thinking about Armageddon back then.

As we know from the full diary entry Neil posted, the timeline of the Edinburgh entry, and the cut bookshop opening scene, it seems like Crowley and Aziraphale were spending A LOT of time together by the 1800's. When Crowley is pulled back down to Hell in 1827, he learns that Hell is paying more attention to him than he'd previously thought. Crowley realizes at this point that spending so much time with Aziraphale is actively putting him in real danger. He recognizes that, and instead of breaking things off, or seeing Aziraphale less, he doubles down. If this relationship is dangerous, then he wants the tools to fight for it.

That's what I think I didn't get about the holy water request. It's not just general insurance, it's specifically insurance for if Hell finds out about him and Aziraphale. It's also a super vulnerable request because in making it, Crowley is openly acknowledging how important their relationship is to him. Aziraphale casually brings up the arrangement at the beginning of the conversation, and that's part of it, right? Because the whole basis of their relationship is the arrangement. It continues to be the pretense under which they meet, despite the relationship clearly having developed beyond that. And the arrangement, as Crowley proposed it in 537, is born out of convenience, and the assumption that Heaven and Hell would never notice anyway.

Crowley's request for insurance breaks that facade. He's acknowledging that it's not convenient, or safe, but he wants to do it anyway, despite the risk.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, is not ready for the screen to be taken away so abruptly. To make it worse, he assumes Crowley wants the holy water as an escape, rather than a weapon. Suddenly he is confronted with both the danger their association poses, and the idea that Crowley might choose to take his own life. He can't imagine the guilt of being directly responsible for the latter.

I also think the strength of his own emotional response to the thought of losing Crowley catches Aziraphale off guard. He hasn't admitted to himself how much he actually cares, and it scares him. Worrying about Heaven is more comfortable and familiar, so he falls back on that and switches to "If they knew I'd been... fraternizing!"

But bringing up the threat of Heaven reads to Crowley as Aziraphale saying "You may be willing to put yourself at risk for the sake of our relationship, but I am not." The word choice of "fraternizing" comes off as a dismissive and demeaning way to describe a relationship that Crowley just admitted he would risk his life for.

It's an unintentionally deep cut when Crowley is already at his most vulnerable, and so he lashes out. As far as we've seen, this is possibly the first time Crowley has truly lashed out at Aziraphale. So yeah, 80 year breakup makes sense!

And what makes this so much worse is what happens next. Crowley reaches out again in 1941 with a dramatic gesture (rescuing Aziraphale from the Nazis, saving his books). It's clear they've missed each other. They don't discuss the fight, but it's there subtextually. Aziraphale, tentatively and thrillingly, refers to them as friends, for the first time ever. He tells Crowley that he trusts him.

And then, that very same night their worst fears are confirmed. Just when they've finally reconciled a fight over the dangers of their relationship, and just when Aziraphale has finally admitted that it is not a relationship of convenience, but genuine friendship, they are exposed. Crowley is going to face punishment from Hell, explicitly for being Aziraphale's "trusted confident", and he doesn't have insurance. If Aziraphale's trick hadn't succeeded, Crowley would have had no way to protect himself.

idk it just makes me feel things ok

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ekelhyiro · 8 months

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“in behalf of my… good friend here”

“that’s what… friends for”

is it me or is this the first time aziraphale has thought that the title “friends” is no longer appropriate for their relationship?

every time he looks away when he calls crowley a friend. at this point he was not afraid to admit their friendship in front of others (in Shakespeare’s time for example). angel had already gotten used to crowley being around and being trustworthy, so after such a romantic gesture of his... it's hard to continue playing in a purely platonic relationship.

aziraphale knows how love feels! he felt it when he was in Tadfield because adam adored the place. did aziraphale feel love when crowley saved his precious books? most likely. how else to describe his facial expression, romantic music in the background and his undeniable desire to repay him?

in the first season, uriel calls crowley aziraphale's boyfriend, angel smiles shyly, but does not say anything about it. in the second season, shax calls them a couple and tells how at first she did not believe the rumor about them. it's strange to her that crowley sacrifices his entire existence for an angel who’s not even his type.

at the beginning of the second season, when zira introduces demon to nina, he says: “he and i go back a long time”. they are no longer friends. after all they've been through? people have not yet come up with such words that could describe their union.

aziraphale realised everything a long time ago, despite his "you go to fast for me crowley". he is the first to take steps to develop their relationship but is too afraid to say it out loud. he says "our car", "our bookshop", which should suggest that they are partners, but he never says through his mouth: "listen, honey, when are we getting married?" at the same time, our gentle demon, firstly, does not understand that he himself is in love, and secondly, that it is mutual.

crowley knows he loves angel, but he doesn't know HOW. he instantly furious as soon as aziraphale is in danger. no matter how much they resent each other, he will go, run, fly after him anywhere. and he makes romantic gestures. why? because he wants to please his angel. crowley wouldn't lift a finger without a reason, he's too lazy but now we see him performing miracles left and right.

i still don't understand how heaven and hell didn't notice that they were CLEARLY overdoing miracles not for the sake of good and evil but for the sake of each other.

crowley really didn't know it was LOVE. yes, just like in the books. thanks to nina, who, thanks heaven, shows up to ask how long they've been together or maybe an angel is his bit on the side.

and a miracle happens! so many fucking years they exist side by side and this red and, apparently, empty head finally understands that he loves him. maybe it's even mutual, everyone always takes them for a couple.

maybe... in that very moment they were supposed to get an official new name for their partnership but… we all got what we deserved. a portion of glass after 6000 years of pining.

#good omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable fandom #ineffable idiots #good ineffable omens #ineffable wives #ineffable partners #ineffable lovers #ineffable spouses #crowley #crowly x aziraphale #aziracrow #aziraphale #azirowley #aziraley

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mimisempai · 2 months

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It will last forever

Summary

Who would have thought that Aziraphale's need to use the Bentley would expose some of Crowley's insecurities?

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50 Types of Kisses - Writing Prompts

Kiss #5: Throwing their arms around the other person’s neck, hugging them close before kissing them passionately on the lips.

On Ao3

Rating G - 1386 words

"Crowley, can you give me the keys to the Bentley?"

The demon, who was lying on the sofa, sat up and asked in a confused tone, "What do you need them for?"

Aziraphale sighed, "I know you freeze up every time I ask you for the keys, but it's been two weeks since I warned you that I needed the car to pick up some books from an old collector who's a long way from here and whose town isn't served by the train."

Crowley replied, "Ah yes, about that, actually, I..."

Aziraphale interrupted, clearly annoyed, "Ah, no, not again. I don't want to get into another argument about the fact that it's your car and you don't like me customizing it when I borrow it - knowing that it does it all by itself, by the way- and..."

Crowley tried to interrupt, but the angel had gotten carried away and continued, "I thought we were past this. For God's sake, my precious bookshop has been OUR bookshop for a long time, even before we lived together, and you're certainly there more often than I use the Bentley."

"But, Angel..."

Aziraphale didn't listen to him, pulled his hat over his head, picked up his briefcase and took a quick step toward the door of the bookshop, then, under Crowley's stunned expression, finished, "All right, I'll be fine. Don't expect me for dinner."

Then he walked out and slammed the door so hard that the small "Closed" sign fell to the floor.

Crowley snapped out of his stupor and ran after him, but when he reached the street, he saw that the angel was already gone.

The demon whispered, "I don't even know where he went."

"Is there trouble in heaven?"

Crowley turned to Nina, who was standing in the doorway of the coffee shop, and replied curtly, "None of your business," then turned and locked himself in the bookshop.

First he walked in circles, poured himself a glass of scotch, swallowed it in one gulp, then returned to Aziraphale's desk, looked around for anything that might give him a clue - the collector's name, the town, anything - but found nothing.

Then he went to the sofa, thinking that if he slept as he always did, time would pass more quickly and Aziraphale would be back.

He will come back, right?

“Don't expect me for dinner.”

Wait.

Unable to shake the sudden fear that gripped his heart, Crowley straightened.

“Don't expect me for dinner.”

It just meant that he would be late, right?

Not that he might not come home.

Of course not, no.

But it was also the angel's fault.

Aziraphale didn't even listen to him and jumped to the conclusion.

As if Crowley had ever been able to deny him anything.

After all, it was their favorite game, wasn't it?

Crowley would be begged, but he always gave in in the end.

Every time.

Then he stopped and ran a hand through his hair, his anxiety returning with a vengeance.

But then again, maybe Aziraphale had grown tired of it.

“Nothing lasts forever.”

Could it be that what Crowley had feared since they had been together was already happening?

Lost in thought, he didn't hear the bookshop door open or the sound of the briefcase hitting the floor.

"Crowley..."

He turned sharply and gasped as he saw him, right in front of him.

Aziraphale.

He didn't even think and immediately closed the distance between them, throwing his arms around the Angel's neck before hugging him with all his might.

He was back.

Then, as if he couldn't believe it, he pulled back a little, muttering, "I'm sorry, Angel," before closing the distance again and kissing him with all the strength of his feelings, not even noticing that he was crying.

Suddenly, he felt Aziraphale's hands on his shoulders and the angel gently pushed him away, saying with a concerned expression, "Crowley, love, wait, please."

Crowley started to pull away, but Aziraphale shook his head and held him back, saying softly, "I'm the one who's sorry," then sliding his hands down the demon's arms, he grabbed his hands and pulled him toward the sofa, making him sit down before sitting next to him, still holding his hands.

Then, seeing the demon's tear-stained cheeks, he raised his hand and wiped them with his thumb, saying with a sorry look, "Oh, Crowley, I'm so sorry.

Crowley muttered in a hoarse voice, "Have you had enough of me yet?"

The angel's expression went from sorry to shocked, "What? No, no way! How can you believe that?"

The demon replied, "I wasn't going to say no, you know? About the Bentley. If I say no, you know it's not true, you know I always give in in the end." Thoughts raced through his mind and words came out of his lips, incoherently, but he continued, "You said it that day, nothing lasts forever. And maybe it's now the case..."

"Hey, Crowley, stop, stop, that has nothing to do with it. Of course I haven't grown tired of you, and I never will. You've done nothing wrong. As soon as I got to the end of the street, I realized I'd been a fool. I was so sure that I would have to argue a lot to get you to accept that I went ahead and ended up getting carried away out of nowhere. I am so sorry for making you feel so insecure, so let me reassure you again. There's not a chance in a thousand years that I'll get tired of you. Never."

He held the demon's face in his hands before continuing, "Let me correct my terrible words of that day. When I told you that nothing lasts forever, I was lying. It was a desperate argument to try to convince you. I don't believe that. I've always loved you and I'll always love you. My love for you will last forever. There's not much I'm certain of, but this I am. With all my heart."

He closed the distance between them and captured the demon's lips in a kiss that conveyed the strength of his feelings better than words.

When they pulled away to catch their breath, Crowley said softly, "Mine, too you know."

"What?"

"My love for you, Angel, it will also last forever."

Aziraphale nodded before opening his arms and Crowley immediately snuggled up to him, wrapping his arms around the angel's waist as Aziraphale held him with all his might, whispering into the demon's hair, "I'll never leave you."

Crowley pressed himself even closer, if that was possible, humming with contentment in response.

They stayed like that for a few moments, basking in the happiness of having found each other again, when suddenly Crowley sat up a little and, under the angel's puzzled expression, rummaged in his pocket. He pulled out the keys to the Bentley and handed them to Aziraphale.

"No, Crowley, that's not necessary..."

The demon stopped the angel from continuing by putting a finger to his lips, then took his hand and opened it, placing the keys inside before covering them with his own and saying softly, "You were right, it's our Bentley. These keys are yours. I made a spare set for you. You can keep them for life. You don't have to ask me anymore, just tell me when you need the car. That's what I wanted to tell you earlier when I didn't accept right away."

Aziraphale's expression changed from shocked to mortified as he said, "I feel even more of an idiot. I am so sorry, Crowley."

The demon pressed a kiss to the angel's forehead and replied, "Don't be, it's not like I'm not used to your shortcoming, or you to mine. We're the kind of people who go for it and think about it later. After millennia, you and I have learned not to hold grudges and to admit our mistakes."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "So to thank you and make amends, let me go for it one more time."

Then, putting his money where his mouth was, he pressed his lips to the demon's in a tender kiss that was returned with equal sweetness and, as the kiss lingered, the keys to the Bentley were still in their joined hands, a definitive sign of their reconciliation.

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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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dagonmasteroftorments · 4 months

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Just take a good care of it, will you?

Should Crowley get the opportunity to talk to God in S3?

Aziraphale is in Heaven, Second coming in motion, and Crowley is miserable.

C: How can I go on? Without Aziraphale, with the world sentenced to destruction? What is the purpose of this? What is the purpose of me? Im so tired, so empty... God, are you listening? Are you laughing at me? You dont care, do you.

God: Crowley.

C: (stuttering) Gggg... My God? Long time no see. (trying to play it cool, failing miserably)

God: I see you all the time, Crowley. Having questions for me, it seems?

C: (giving up on cool, no point, there) Im at loss. Why does this world have to end? Those fascinating people, innocent children, amazing animals and plants... Does it have a purpose, to pluck it out of existence? How does this serve your ineffable plan?

Crowleys words are very quiet, he glances upwards, dreading Gods immediate wrath striking him.

God: I thought I have made myself clear. That you can keep it, as long as you take good care of it. Are you telling me you are tired of it already?

C: (perplexed) Keep it? Keep what?

God: The Earth, for my sake, what do you think we are talking about? You and your... Aziraphale wanted to keep it, so you have it. And now it is too much work for you already?

Crowley couldnt be more baffled, but knows a chance when he sees one, crack of light in darkness.

C: Ours? We can keep the Earth? I have heard Jesus is comming back to Earth, judgement day, ressurection, and all? Heaven and Hell are getting ready for the final battle. Is that not the ineffable plan?

God: Not at all! He may come to visit, yes. But the rest of it? Office rumours, again... Concerning the Earth, I expect far longer commitment from both of you. So, how about it? Ready to clean the mess and be good planet parents, or what?

C: Sure! Uhhm. Thanks.

(What did just happen? Can someone please explain him, what just happened?)

God: Say hello to Aziraphale from me. (disappears).

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did-somebody-say-pizza-rolls · 9 months

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apologies if someone has already said this but I only finished it last night so here’s my two cents about good omens season 2

Nina and Maggie are a parallel to Crowley and Aziraphale but not in the way you’d expect.

You’d expect Nina and Crowley to be paired together. They’re both the grumpy, glass half empty, albeit more “realistic” half of their duos. They wear dark colored clothes and have more similar, sarcastic, personalities. The grumpy to their partner’s sunshine.

Maggie and Aziraphale are the same. They’re cheery, idealistic, glass half full people. Their clothes are lighter and brighter and they’re always smiling and looking on the bright side of life. Sunshine people.

BUT

Thinking back on the last scene between Maggie, Nina, and Crowley, I can’t help but feel like the dynamic is Nina/Aziraphale and Maggie/Crowley.

Here’s why:

All throughout, we see Nina in an emotionally abusive relationship with her girlfriend. She’s constantly getting texts telling her she’s awful and she doesn’t care and eventually, threats that her partners leaving and won’t return. The same can be said about Aziraphale’s relationship with Heaven. They’re both aware the relationship is bad, but they’re so far in they feel a duty to uphold it and make things work, despite the clear imbalance (they care for their abusers more than their abusers care about them). Like Crowley said, Heaven, Hell, they’re all toxic—but Aziraphale still values that relationship because it’s all he’s been conditioned to know. Until or course, Crowley came along and showed him the truths of the world, challenged him to think for himself and showed him it’s ok to walk your own path—which is exactly what Maggie offers to Nina. A clean slate, a chance to rediscover her individuality, and time to figure that all out.

Likewise, Maggie’s been shown throughout the entirety of season 2 to be happy and self-sufficient with her independence. She runs her own shop, connects with people through the shop keepers monthly meetings, and dedicated her time to a passion and shop that other people may not value but SHE does and that’s enough. What’s more Crowley-coded than that? Marching to the beat of his own drum, caring for the Bentley more than he does people, forming his own eccentricities around ducks, music, wine, etc. BUT like Crowley, Maggie is shown to be missing one thing, wanting one thing: love. She has a crush on Nina across the street and has been silently pining after her for a while now (close proximity slow burn sound familiar anyone?) and much like Crowley, she’s the one to admit her feelings to a very hesitant Nina.

But the scene with the three of them at the end is very inspiring for the future of Aziraphale and Crowley, in my opinion. Nina and Maggie sit Crowley down and tell him they’re people and they can’t be toyed with for the sake of celestial matters. Nina even goes as far to say she’s not ready for a new relationship (because her previous one was so awful) but hopes if Maggie sticks around, they can make it work—which Maggie is almost immediate in reassuring she will be there. It’s played for laughs here, but looking back with the knowledge of what happens with Crowley and Aziraphale just after this, I’m looking back on the line with a quiet hope that it’s a sign of what’s to come for our ineffable duo. Because really, in what universe can anyone see Crowley NOT wait for Aziraphale?

What I think this means for next season (God, PLEASE give us a third season) is Aziraphale will finally start to cut off ties with Heaven (or maybe they’ll cut off ties with him, a la Lindsay), especially after realizing a relationship with Crowley is possible (shoutout Gabriel and Beelzebub). But whatever happens, I’m positive Crowley will be there, as always, to welcome him back. And Aziraphale will perform one hundred I-was-wrong dances and they’ll drive the Bentley off into the sunset (to their new cottage in the South Downs).

Or maybe I’m just delusional and coping ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

tldr: Nina is Aziraphale, Lindsay/Heaven are their abusives exes, and Maggie/Crowley are the people who actually love them and will wait for them to come around.

#good omens #good omens season two #crowley #aziraphale #good omens season 3 predictions #maggie/nina #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands

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angst-ideas · 9 months

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List of Good Omens Angst/Whump Ideas That Have Been Stuck in my Head (+ bonus fluff/humor section!) —————————————

(Part one : ur here

Part two: TBD)

This first part will be mainly Aziraphale centric! yes I know who doesnt love a good hurt Crowley, but i think there are SO MANY missed opprotunities for hurt Aziraphale, so of course I have taken the liberty of shouting my ideas to the world in hopes some other deranged soul out there hears my pleas and makes these into actual stories. (That sounded way cooler in my head…) If you want me to do a part two for Crowley please let me know! As always my ask box is also open for requests for any other fandoms or scenarios youd like, and if you do use these please tag me on tumblr or my ao3 account "Bangsty"!

(ALSO FORGOT TO MENTION, THIS MAY CONTAIN BOTH SEASON 1 AND SEASON 2 ASPECTS IN CERTAIN PROMPTS, SO SPOILER WARNING)

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•Aziraphale getting injured protecting Crowley

lets start off easy! We all know that our good buddy angel can neglect his own well being for the sake of others, especially for Crowley. Imagine Crowley getting into some sort of trouble, and instead of Crowley getting hit, Aziraphale takes the blow for him, resulting in what can be a small but worrying injury, to maybe full on discorporation (might be a little extreme but hey! we love that stuff here) its then up to Crowley to get Aziraphale out of that situation and make sure he lives to tell the tale.

-little extra point if Crowley blames himself for Aziraphale getting hit, even when it was literally the angel that flung himself infront of crowley, wings fully spread just taking the fucking hit like a champ

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•Crowley realizes Aziraphale is in trouble because he feels it spiritually/from his Crowley sense (idk what its called give me a break)

ok I gotta admit, Crowley being able to sense Aziraphale has always made me smile when reading fanfictions, having Crowley be going on with his daily routine and just suddenly sensing Aziraphale distressed or hurt is an amazing concept

-Extra points if you write both Crowley and Aziraphale's POVs (preferrably 3rd person)

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•Crowley coming to terms to what he witnessed while body switched/swapped with Aziraphale

when Crowley is pretending to be Aziraphale during the execution event, Gabriel is a fucking ASSHOLE, I would love to see more fanfics where Crowley afterwards thinks back to what he heard and saw, and just SEETHE, maybe he talks to Aziraphale about it but he basically just goes "oh what? pff thats the tamest shit ever Crowley smh" which angers Crowley even more!

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•Aziraphale with secret scars/lots of scars

AZIRAPHALE WITH SCARS IS SO UNDERAPPRECIATED, we get so many of aziraphale noticing crowleys scars, why not write it the other way around! Aziraphale is supposed to be this divine entity that is nothing but pure, so what if crowley either notices aziraphales pantleg/shirt sleeve rides up, or maybe crowley walks in on aziraphale changing his outfit and just sees the scars on him, catching crowley off guard

-Extra points if aziraphale explains where some of the scars came from, if aziraphale gets slighty flustered/nervous when called out, and/or if crowley is just infatuated with them and finds them super cool/pretty :)

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•Aziraphale getting his wings severely damaged

We love ourselves some wing whump! But one thing I’ve never seen is Aziraphale getting injured while in flight/mid air, but it doesn’t have to be that! Seeing Aziraphale struggle to mend himself while trying not to get overwhelmed at what happened is a very rare treat to see in fanfiction (cuz most of the time it’s also tagged with something like “hardcore sex” or “mpreg” ((NOT TRYING TO JUDGE IM JUST SAYING)) )

-Extra points(?) If Aziraphale doesn’t flinch as much as Crowley thought he would, and he just explains that “heaven prepared him for pain like this” which sets off some THOUGHTS in Crowley

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•Aziraphale revealing his “true” angelic form while in a moment of weakness/vulnerability

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THE THOUGHT OF AZIRAPHALE HAVING A MORE “BIBLICALLY ACCURATE” OR “ELDRITCH HORROR” FORM OMG!! I was so sad when I only found ONE small comic about it and ITS NOT EVEN FINISHED :((( so I’m definitely adding this!! Maybe Aziraphale gets injured or cornered while in a moment of extreme stress, hell maybe Crowley gets close to being injured in a moment and Aziraphale just gets so incredibly overwhelmed with emotion that he just- let’s loose, of course though it’s incredibly tiring to use that much power at once, so afterwards he would just be EXHAUSED

-Extra points if Crowley had no idea what Aziraphale looked like truthfully! And is either absolutely terrified when he first sees it, or is shocked that Aziraphale was even capable of being that powerful…

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•Aziraphale falling unconscious when injured

HEAR ME OUT OKAY I KNOW THIS SOUNDS BORING AND GENERIC!!! Aziraphale is one that is constantly seen being bubbly and full of energy, he’s constantly on the move whether it’s working at the bookstore or doing his angelic duties, it’s all Crowley has ever known! So seeing Aziraphale actually pass out/get knocked out while injured is very jarring for Crowley, some might even say worrying (though he would never admit it). There’s so much writing potential in having Crowley tend to Aziraphales wounds and just having to wait for him to wake, ‘why isn’t he talking? Why isn’t he moving?’ “I miss you….please come back….”

-Extra points for going into insane detail on what Crowley does while he waits, what he’s thinking, how he treats Aziraphale, etc.

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•Crowley walking in on Gabriel “punishing” Aziraphale

This one sounds weird I know, because this typically only happens in fanfiction where Gabriel actually comes down to the book shop and beats the hell out of Aziraphale (lmao), and typically it’s just Crowley always walks in after it all happens, what if he walked in while it happened? I like the concept of knowing he probably can’t do anything about it, and maybe shifting into his snake form to not alert Gabriel of his presence, and then immediately after he leaves just BOLTING to Aziraphale, Aziraphale is all apologetic about him having to see that as he’s weakly pushing away Crowley in attempts to look fine (boy you are bleeding a river stop tryna look okay), but the scenario and how Crowley reacts is up to you!

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-Bonus Time!-

First one ever on this blog! I normally will do bonus times if I think of a few concept that aren’t e x a c t l y angsty/whumpy, but I like them so much that they just HAVE to be mentioned

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•Aziraphale swearing infront of Crowley accidentally

When I heard Aziraphale say “fuck” right as he’s being discorporated, it was by far one of the best timed fucks I’ve ever fucking heard in my life! Ever since then I fell in love of the idea of Aziraphale having another slip up (doesn’t have to be full on discorporation though) but this time, Crowley is in the same room as him, let the endless shock and teasing begin!

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•Crowley first realizing he is actually in love with Aziraphale, like, legit legit, not just a tiny crush or “oh he’s cute”

I love the scene in season two between Crowley and Nina, I just wish we got to see what Crowley was exactly thinking/feeling during that, but that’s hard to make in a film so why not write it!

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•Crowley just in general, staring at Aziraphale, imagining the things he wants to do to him

(NOT THAT WAY YOU FUCKERS)

Now that we got that out of the way! Whenever I read fanfic and I see Crowley looking at the little details on Aziraphale it makes me so happy, I love seeing those fanfics where Crowley just watches Aziraphale be himself, or while in the moment of a fight/encounter he notices everything he loves about Aziraphale, and he’s just imagining holding him close….holding his hand gently….just in general doing everything he’s ever wanted to do, but never had felt it be appropriate to do because he’s a demon. He’s not supposed to feel love! He’s not supposed to wanna cup someones face and just lightly kiss them….but god does he wanna do it so bad.

-Extra points for DETAILS PEOPLE DETAILS!!!!

-Also extra points for super flustered and nervous Crowley when he realizes what he’s thinking!!! This is a must omg please

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Random end note: I notice people seem to HATE writing the nursing back to health part of the fanfic, let me tell you something right now hesitant writers: ITS SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU WRITE IT (I get so pissed off when people skip the obvious wound bandaging and moments of panic the other person goes through, especially when its like "it all fades to black" and then we're suddenly in the next scene of them being awake, like COME ON JUST CHANGE THE POV OR SOMETHING AND GIVE ME THOSE JUICY DEETS) If you do use these prompts AND write this part, I WILL KISS YOU ON THE MOUTH, I WILL MARRY YOU (AND TO THOSE ASEXUALS ((which i also am)) I WILL BAKE YOU A 20 FOOT CAKE)

That is all I can think of for now!! please like, reblog, and comment (I love reading comments!) if you have any requests for me to do please put it in my ask box or comment! And if you do end up using these ideas for something please tag me! I would love to see what you do and I would totally reblog it! Thank you!!!

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Season 2 Good Omens spoilers

Long rant incoming

Now that I’ve finished crying I wanna talk about the ending and some gut punch reactions I’ve already seen from other people. A repeated sentiment I’ve seen from Aziraphale and Crowley’s separation after the kiss is that “we don’t need more tragic queer endings” and that Our Flag Means Death and Good Omens suffer from straight writers writing queer love that fails in the end. And there are a few problems I have with those sentiments

The first being, BOTH GOOD OMENS AND OFMD AREN’T FINISHED? Like Neil Gaiman has stated in the past that he and Terry Pratchett envisioned 3 seasons in the TV adaptation of Good Omens, and we have definitely left off on a very interesting note for the third act to pick up from. This is the furthest thing from an ending as we can get.

Second, Season 2 of Good Omens very much shifted away from the idiot plot of Season 1 to truly make it a love story and emphasize that above all else. Hell, both Crowley and Aziraphale both point out romcom tropes that they find attractive and attempt to use them to make Maggie and Nina fall in love! Good Omens may be a self aware romcom, but it would be wrong to say it’s not still a romcom that subscribes to those tropes and utilizes them fully! We are ending the second act on a three act romantic story, and what typically happens then? The romantic leads, despite their mutual attraction and desire, split on ideological grounds and leave each other with regrets heavy on their lips (no matter how powerful a kiss is). Queer love stories do this too! Look at the movie “Bros”, they have this same 3 act structure, as does “But I’m a Cheerleader!” where we are screaming at Graham to please just run away with Megan but she is prioritizing her financial safety and family above her own desires.

Hell's sakes, look at the pinnacle of Romance, the brains behind the 1810 Clerkenwell diamond robbery, Jane Austen! Pride and Prejudice also follows this format where Elizabeth and Darcy are ideologically and emotionally split apart, and it is not until Darcy and Elizabeth grow and change for the better that they come back together in the most romantic scene to ever grace the world! "One word from you will silence me forever. [...] You have bewitched me body and soul". What I am trying to say is, Aziraphale going back to Heaven with Metatron is an extension of that common romance trope, splitting our star crossed demon and the too-trusting angel apart to prepare for the third and final act.

And ya know the funny thing that would have certainly happened even if they ended up together at the end of the second act? They would have been split apart very early into the third act. Stories are born of conflict, no story worth telling is one that culminates in "Nothing bad ever happened and we just watched our two lovebirds go on dates and explore each other's bodies for six hours!" Love stories thrive on setting up conflict, so that the romantic leads can fight and claw and work their way back to each other in a much more satisfying emotional climax than if the sloppy, rushed confession that Crowley gave Aziraphale had worked. Stories where the leads end up together in the middle of the story itself don't tend to end well for them (See Romeo and Juliet, "La La Land," "Titanic," et cetera). That is how you end up creating a romantic tragedy.

Third, while “We want queer stories that don’t end tragically” did have a place in film criticism at one time, and a time fairly recently, I feel that sticking to that now when there are a lot more stories that express queer joy and love (especially if you look beyond just major studios, support indie filmmakers, and support the SAG AFTRA and WGA strikes!!!) limits the kinds of stories we can tell. A genuine benefit of today is that there are a lot of queer stories that we can tell, and I’ve been lucky to read a lot of them. The freedom with which we can create stories about us is breathtaking. I've had the privilege to read many well written queer stories, but I've also had the strange privilege to read poorly written queer stories that I can't fathom how they made it past editing. There’s a fierce joy I carry knowing that there are a plethora of queer stories that I can read now, and that more are being created, good and bad.

My point is, there are so many queer stories to be told, and that are being told, so limiting queer media to “must end happily” is exactly that! Limiting! If we go in to every story with the foreknowledge of a happy ending, well frankly that’d be so boring! I want tragedies! I want fucked up characters not fully resolving their problems and being left in situations arguably worse than where they began!

And while I doubt that's the direction Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett wanted to take their supernatural love story, if Aziraphale and Crowley, despite all their struggles, are tragically separated because of metaphysical forces beyond our wildest imaginings, then that would be something new! It'd be interesting if done right! As painful it would be to not see Aziraphale and Crowley together gallivanting off to Alpha Centauri, I'd much rather see a story that has these sorts of stakes for both the characters and the audience!

Anyway, the reason for this rant is just to say that I'm excited for where Crowley and the new Supreme Archangel Aziraphale go in their final act, and by god will I impatiently wait and see.

PS: to those that I saw dismissing Good Omens' and OFMD's cliffhangers for coming from straight writers, Taika Waititi literally came out as queer, and Neil Gaiman had boycotts on Sandman in the 90's because of his queer characters, and his loving portrayal of Wanda, a trans woman that I will protect will all of my heart.

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #ofmd #terry pratchett #neil gaiman #neil you've done it again but I can't keep going through this emotional turmoil #Aziraphale what the fuck #crowley my beloved #I have an English major and I'm not afraid to use it!#Metatron you bitch

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grumelot123 · 2 months

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Part 10 of "I'm trying so hard to hate you"

I am so sorry I haven't been updating these parts, I had trouble with tumblr, and I've had homework, BUT I'm going to try to post a part every 2-3 days from now on.

SMUT WARNING LIKE SMUTTY SMUT SMUTTT

As soon as we got out of the elevator Aziraphale was practically dragging me to our hotel room, as soon as he opened the door he shoved me inside and I could pushed up against the wall.

"You. Have been teasing me all day and I can not deal with it anymore or I might just discorporate on the spot. But if we're going to do this, we are going to do this right. So, Crowley darling, may I please make love to you?"

"Yea..ngk" was the only sound I managed to get out.

Before I could think of more words to say my thoughts were interrupted by my angel's lips slamming into me, we were both desperate and frantic, hands roaming anywhere and everywhere we could.

Aziraphale tugged at my jacket. "Off."

I chuckled. "Anything for you angel."

We kept in our kiss, taking off our clothing, piece by piece.

I started on his shirt, so many buttons, so annoying-

He miracled way the shirt, leaving us both naked, minus our underwear.

I was in my own blissful state and when i finally realized what was happening he was on his knees...

He started to kiss my thighs, rubbing marks where he'd kiss, muttering thing like "beautiful, mine, so fucking handsome"

I whimpered "A-angel please."

He looked up at me, giving me a devilish grin. If getting harder was possible, i'd achieved that.

He started to slowly touch my throbbing cock through the underwear grabbing it and stroking it.

"Aziraphale..."

He let go and started kissing right around my cock but never touching it.

"Stop teasing me please..." I've never begged before as much as I did then.

He finally pulled down the underwear letting my throbbing cock out.

"I recommend using a miracle to soundproof this room."

I did exactly that.

He started to put his mouth on the head and swirling his tongue aroun the shaft.

"G-god, fuck angel."

I wasn't sure where to place my hands so I put one on his head.

"Guide me."

"W-what?"

"Guide my head, we aren't humans Crowley, you can't hurt me like that."

I pushed his head down and he started bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm.

"Angel for somebody's sake...who taught you how to do th- FUCK"

He started to speed up, now looking up at me, possibly making it even worse. My cock definentley now touching the back of his throat. His mouth making the most unholy guttural sounds.

I felt a hot tension at the base, chasing into my orgasm.

"Angel, I-I'm gonna come if you don't slow down."

He sped up reaching his hand up to mine, asking for me to pish him down farther.

I was practically face fucking him.

"For sat- somebody's sake Aziraphale, fuck, shit, I'm going to come down your throat."

He hummed while gripping my thighs, still going at a steady pace.

"F-fuck. Aziraphale, I'm gonna come, I can't, fuck!"

I came, hard. My vision temporarily blurring, Aziraphale sucking me through my high. As soon as his mouth came off with a pop, I was grabbing him in for a kiss.

We stayed like that for a minute, not coming up for air. As soon as we had to break, I finally felt my surroundings again and I felt Aziraphale hard cock up against my thigh.

"Your turn."

the end. next part (azi's turn) tmmrw!

#good omens #good omens fanfiction

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kaesaaurelia · 6 months

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cut and run

For @whumptober day 30, using the prompt “bridal carry.”

This is the last installment of this fic.

Continued from Day 6, wherein something is puppeting Aziraphale, and Crowley is being tortured, Day 9, wherein Crowley had come to the conclusion that no, that is almost certainly not Aziraphale, Day 11, wherein Crowley explained to not-Aziraphale why he was not Aziraphale, and unfortunately gave not-Aziraphale some ideas, Day 18, wherein not-Aziraphale acted on those ideas, Day 22, when Aziraphale knocked the culprit out of his body and released a torrent of miraculous energy with Crowley’s help, and Day 25, when Aziraphale nearly chose violence, but ended up grabbing Crowley and fleeing instead of killing the person who'd caused all the trouble in the first place.

Content note for minor and somewhat oblique references to past torture, but please do mind the warnings in the individual parts if you want to backread this fic, as there was much more to warn for in prior installments.

Heaven was not prepared for the sight of the Supreme Archangel fleeing with a broken demon in his arms; several angels stopped and watched him, but none went after him until the alarms started blaring half a second later.

Aziraphale, contemplating blasphemy, glanced over his shoulder and saw the Metatron stumbling out of the private space he'd made into an interrogation room. "Stop him, you idiots," shouted the Metatron.

"But he's the Supreme Archangel," said a confused angel, but Aziraphale found himself cut off from the exit by several others.

"He only got himself appointed so he and that demon could steal Heavenly artifacts," said the Metatron. Had Aziraphale not been carrying a wounded Crowley, he would have just barreled through the angels blocking his way; they were armed only with paperwork.

"But he's the Supreme Archangel," said another angel.

"Check the security records, you'll see them going into the vaults," said the Metatron.

Oh, for Heaven's -- well, no. For Earth's sake, Aziraphale supposed. He turned to the crowd listening to the Metatron. "You certainly will," said Aziraphale, "but if you keep watching, you'll see me leading Crowley right back out of the vaults, incapacitated, and --" He spotted the Throne who'd been helping "Aziraphale" interrogate Crowley. "You! Mitzrael, was it?" She looked startled. "You helped me capture him! Or, you thought you did, anyway."

The angels turned to look at her, and Aziraphale began backing towards the lifts while the crowd was otherwise occupied. "I thought I did?" she asked.

The Metatron wasn't having any of it. Aziraphale hoped he regretted mentioning the security tapes. "Don't listen to his nonsense, just --"

"No, but I did do that, I didn't just think I did, I've been -- we've all been helping interrogate the demon, and -- but why are you leaving?" she asked. Damn it. Aziraphale had only just managed to fumblingly press the button to summon the lift -- it had been tricky, holding Crowley -- but presumably everybody's attention was solidly back on him again. He turned back around.

"So sorry, it's just been an awful case of mistaken identity," said Aziraphale. "You see, the Metatron has been dabbling in possession. Of me, specifically. By the way, if he offers you the job of Supreme Archangel, I don't advise you to take it. I'm resigning," he added brightly. The lift dinged open and he stepped backwards, then hurried to press the button for Earth.

Several angels tried to pile in after him but Aziraphale managed to open his wings and shove them all out, although doubtless he'd made a dreadful mess of his feathers in doing so. He jabbed the close doors button frantically.

"'Ss no usse," Crowley muttered. "Those're one of ours. They don't work."

"Don't be ridiculous, they're one of ours," said Aziraphale. He stomped viciously on another angel's foot as they tried to get in, and the doors finally closed. "They're on a delay is all. Usually I can cut it short." He slumped against the wall. "They're going to come after us," he said.

"Usss?" Crowley asked. "Is there an usss, Aziraphale?" Aziraphale looked down at him, and he looked absolutely awful. His glasses had been one of the first fatalities of the torture, of course, and Aziraphale supposed he ought to give him that dignity back, now it was possible. It had nothing to do with how accusing Crowley's eyes were. All that came through perfectly well in his tone.

"I don't know," he admitted. "I would have liked there to be. I would have... I thought I could do something about it all," he said, angry and feeling so exhausted for someone who didn't need sleep.

"Well, I wouldn't ssay that," said Crowley. "You musst've done ssomething or they wouldn't have come all the way to Earth to find me and torture uss over it."

Aziraphale sighed. "I was going to leave, you know. I just wanted to stay on a bit longer and throw a few more wrenches into the works. You were right about them," he admitted.

"Obvioussly."

"But you were right about them destroying the Earth, too," he added, "and -- and I couldn't have that. No more fascinating little restaurants where they know you, as you said."

Crowley acknowledged this with a wordless grumble.

"No more infuriating human devices that create more problems than they solve, either," said Aziraphale. "Or spy films that end with great big explosions that make very little narrative sense, or vintage cars, or any of that popular music you're fond of. Well, there might be some of that 'contemporary worship music' stuff."

"That'ss not music," Crowley snarled, too irritated now to keep sulking in silence.

Having won Crowley's acknowledgment, Aziraphale was not certain how to continue, so he let the silence build until the lift doors opened once more. Thankfully, the Bentley was just where Crowley had left it when he'd followed "Aziraphale" up to Heaven, and it was never locked for Aziraphale, so he carefully helped Crowley into the passenger seat. "I'll heal you when we're farther away," he said apologetically.

Crowley nodded. Aziraphale didn't know if it was wishful thinking or not that he got the feeling of approval as he made the car go as fast as it ever had, but neither of them said much of anything until they'd got out of central London. (Which was probably good, because Aziraphale didn't want to hit anybody, even if he was going much too fast.)

Eventually, though, Crowley cleared his throat. "You called me your beloved."

Aziraphale took a shaky breath. "I suppose I did."

The silence returned.

"It's because you are," said Aziraphale. "My... my beloved."

"Is thisss a ssort of... loving all of God'ss creatures, even the miserable and lowly --"

"No," admitted Aziraphale, feeling rather miserable and lowly himself. "Oh, Crowley, I'm so sorry, I didn't know he would -- I would never have thought about it if I'd known you'd end up -- that he'd -- that anyone would touch you." There was a distant roll of thunder. "Like that, I mean. In -- in order to --"

"Angel, that'ss not what I was asking," said Crowley, sighing. Angel. Such exasperation in the term. Aziraphale liked to think it was fond, sometimes, but. "I did kisss you, you know. You forgave me for it."

Aziraphale swallowed. "Well. That was. Not one of my better moments."

"Not one of mine, either," Crowley admitted.

Aziraphale turned to look at him, satisfied that the road ahead was clear enough that he could let the Bentley drive itself for a bit. "Would you ever consider..." He stopped.

"What?" Crowley asked.

"I mean, not right now, obviously," said Aziraphale. "Certainly not now. You must be so angry with me. And in such pain. And --"

"I mean, yeah, I've had entirely too many bones broken, but what are you on about?" Crowley asked.

"Well. When you kissed me -- you said -- I thought maybe... you were talking about Gabriel and Beelzebub, and."

"I'm not going to run off with you to Alpha Centauri, if that'ss what you're asking," said Crowley.

"I don't want to go to Alpha Centauri," said Aziraphale, feeling a bit exasperated. "Does it look like we're going to Alpha Centauri?" Not that he knew how to get there. Presumably Crowley did.

"Where are we going, anyway?" Crowley asked.

"Ah. Well. Hmm. There was a bit of a mixup with the timing of the Second Coming," said Aziraphale. "It seems they sent him out a bit early. And forgot where exactly they sent him to." He was actually quite pleased with himself about this.

"Of courssse they were doing the Ssecond Coming," said Crowley, disgusted. "What do you mean, they sent him out early? You mean Jesus?"

"I do," said Aziraphale. "I thought, you know, he might like to know what the Earth was like now. Before he, er, came back officially and all that apocalypse nonsense started up again. They were going to send him to America, Crowley," he said, appalled. "America."

"Makess sensse," said Crowley.

"Why is it always America?" Aziraphale demanded.

"Bigger budgetss? Better CGI?" Crowley suggested. Aziraphale didn't know what that was. "Where did you send him?"

"Well, as I told the transportation technicians when they were arguing with me about America, God was always very fond of Wales." Aziraphale grinned to himself. "If they somehow remember it through the memory wipe I did, all they'll remember is an indubitably factual statement about cetaceans."

Crowley's sigh was pained.

"Well, I thought it was clever," said Aziraphale. He swallowed. "Look, I think we're far enough away, I can heal you up now; I can take a train the rest of the way there. I do like trains." He began to pull over.

"Nah. Don't think that workss for me," said Crowley.

"Oh," said Aziraphale, his heart sinking. He didn't know what else he could do to make things up to Crowley, who clearly didn't want anything more to do with him. But here they were; he'd stopped the car to do the healing. "Look, I... I do still have to heal you," said Aziraphale, "and that means I've got to touch you, so I'm very sorry about that. Where would you like me to start?"

"My face, I guesss," said Crowley, not looking very happy about it.

"I'll have to take your glasses off again, if that's --"

"Yeah. S'fine, angel," said Crowley, although he didn't sound fine about it.

Aziraphale took them off carefully, not looking Crowley in the eye. "I'm so sorry about this," he said again, and began to miracle away the bruising. "I didn't want -- it wasn't -- I do hope someday we can at least -- if, if we both survive --"

"I think you've got the wrong end of the sstick, angel," said Crowley. Aziraphale looked at him. "I'm going with you. Can't imagine leaving my..." He looked away and swallowed. "My beloved to go off and ssave the world all on his own."

"Oh!" said Aziraphale, his heart racing.

"Would kisss you again," said Crowley, "but, you know, I'm a bit -- a bit banged up, and, alsso, lasst time wasn't very --"

Aziraphale leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. Crowley made a noise in the back of his throat and leaned into the kiss a bit. His lips were soft, and when Aziraphale pulled away his eyes were warm and fond. "Better?" Aziraphale asked.

"Better," Crowley agreed.

#whumptober2023 #no.30 #bridal carry #good omens #fic #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #text #fiction #kaesa op

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caspianthegeek · 1 year

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Crowley watched as a raindrop trickled down the fat leaf of the plant, washing away the dirt and grime in its wake. Would that it could do the same to his heart. Some force to cleanse away both the filth and pain. Anything to erase the memory of Aziraphale’s terrified face after the kiss and the shake in his voice as he’d said the demon’s name.

Crowley ran.

What other option was there? Aziraphale shouted his name as he hurried down the streets of Babylon, but he had no intention of being caught. And Crowley had always been faster.

With a slow rumble of thunder, the storm was no longer threatening. It was here and part of him wished it could simply consume him. To be lost in the flashes and noise as the water poured down over him, masking his tears. He pulled his knees in close and rested his head on them as he sobbed.

The next bolt was close enough to shake his body and leave his ears ringing. In one fluid movement, he rose to his feet tilting his face up defiantly at the sky.

“Strike me down here, why don’t you! You didn’t have any problem tossing me out before.” He pushed the soggy strands of hair back from his face. “What I deserve. Defiling him, that’s far worse than anything I even did up there!”

Another bolt cracked down not far from him. As the ground shook, Crowley never took his defiant gaze from the sky.

A hand slid into his own, warm and pressing. Aziraphale stood next to him, his blond curls flattened to his face by the rain. Another flash of lightning lit up behind him and for a moment he seemed to almost glow.

“I’ve been looking for you for hours,” he shouted over the storm. “What are you doing out here? Come on!” He pulled the demon towards the city.

His heart yearned to follow. His mind was too terrified to even consider it. Crowley dug his feet in, stopping them both. “You don’t have to—I’m sorry, Aziraphale. Just go . You’re not supposed to be here.”

“You’re here,” Aziraphale said firmly. “Is this about…my dear, do you think that I didn’t want your kiss?”

Crowley didn’t know what to say, so he opted for nothing. Longing warred with dread in his heart as understanding crested over Aziraphale.

“Oh for Heaven’s sake…”

He braced himself for the pain. He hoped Aziraphale would leave him here, in the storm, that was at least matching his own heart.

Emotions flickered across Aziraphale’s face so fast Crowley couldn’t keep up. Before he could sort out what was going on, the angel pulled him in, bringing their lips together desperately.

Crowley’s confusion gave way to acceptance. If he were going to hurt later, he may as well enjoy every ounce of pleasure now.

Aziraphale’s arms wrapped around him, holding him tightly as another bolt of lightning came down. This time when the kiss broke the angel didn’t relent his hold and instead whispered, “Can I take you home, please?”

Regardless of how he tried to tamper it down, hope sang through Crowley. He nodded, still not trusting his words. Aziraphale considered him, then slid to his side to keep his arm wrapped around the demon as they left the desert storm behind them.

Originally posted on Ao3

#good omens #aziraphale/crowley #good omens fic #good omens ficlet #caspian writes #ineffable partners #just having feelings tonight

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heartpaw12 · 9 months

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I did a running commentary in my notes app while watching and I don't have a friend irl or online to dump to so I'll just leave this here

Ep 1

Omg baby Crowley

Crowley putting his wing over Az to protect from stars!!!

Love the snake belt crowley

"You have three reasons for calling me: you're bored, you need to tell someone about something clever you did before you pop, or something's wrong."

Aziraphale just walking off with Cafe plates

Beelzebub looks like they have braces and reminds me of a young boy

Loverboy playing while he furiously drives to see Aziraphale and apologise

"I'm back" (grumpy)

A miracle only the most archangel could perform. Crowley=Raphael?!?

Ep 2

Nooooo the goats

Nina's in an abusive relationship?

Why is Crowley looking so unfashionable in the bookshop. He is rivalling Jim

Job era Crowley looks like the 70s

Ooooo Aziraphale remembers angel Crowley

Aziraphale hates food? Crowley seems to like it? What world is this

"I thought I might take the car. What car? Our car. We don't have a car"

"Your just an angel who goes along with heaven as far as he can"

Ep 3

For Heaven sake stop bullying Muriel

I'm tense for you Crowly watching Aziraphale drive the car. My toes are curling

X-ray: David Tennant has occasionally played a doctor. He sure has

Ep 5 + 6 because I forgot to separate

Face masks for the hoard of Demons to prevent covid. Nah it's protecting the humans from the horrors

Aziraphale is being so cute and excited wanting to dance

"I just made up a rule that they're too stupid to check.I'm getting the humans out of here then I'm coming back.I won't leave you on your own" Awww

Crowley will be back in a moment, he will have a plan""Why don't you stand up for yourself? Make your own plan""I am but rescuing me make him so happy"

Fire extinguishers all over the shop because there was a fire😭

"For one prince if Heaven to be cast into the outer darkness makes a good story. For it to happen twice, makes it look like there is some kind of institutional problem."

Beelzebub and Gabriel chats are actually canon now

Oh they're done this a few times

Ineffable Husbands has Nightingales Sang in Berkeley Square. Ineffable Bureaucracy is Everyday

Omg is actually is their song

"Wherever Beelzebub is...is my heaven"

How do Beelzebub and Gabriel hold hands before the Husbands do

That LOOK the the Metaton gave Crowley before joining Aziraphale. Run Aziraphale Run

No no no no please don't leave each other.

KISS. I am shaking. It wasn’t the best conditions and I wasn't expecting it because i avoided The Leak

Wooo Azzy and Crowley solo adventures. I can't wait

#good omens #good omens season 2 spoiler #good omens season 2 #gos2 spoilers

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ineffable-endearments · 2 years

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CW for queerbait discussion, suicide mention

I am gonna post a separate ramble about other things soon, but this one deserved its own post.

Do not fucking bully people who accuse GO of being queerbait or send Neil repetitive questions. Even though they're wrong! Don't do it! Just let Neil answer if he wants to and ignore them if they bother you. Or do what most people do, which is complain to your friends in private on Discord or in DMs or whatever. Private griping!

First of all, Neil chooses what to answer. I DO personally get the severe second-hand embarrassment when I see people send the same questions over and over and over again, and I want the fandom to be kind to him, too, because I think he has a rare and fascinating relationship with the fandom. But the bottom line is that Neil could close asks or stop engaging if he wanted to. He actually drew a pretty good line in the sand with that last post where he said this is the last time he's going to answer the "is it queerbaiting" question. Yes, we should do our part and try not to be rude to him online, but we need to extend that grace to our fellow fans, too.

Most of the people sending these questions don't realize he's already answered a bunch of times.

Most of these people are kids. Or if they're not kids, they're young adults who grew up in a very different world from the one that 30+ folks grew up in. We don't know their life stories. Some of them are accustomed to much more blatant representation and are discouraged to discover how unusual and recent that is. Some of them are mercilessly bullied for being LGBTQIA+ offline and representation literally gives them something to live for. Some of them have just seen a few scattered posts on social media and don't have any background info, and had no idea their questions were going to come across as repetitive or grating. We have all been there, and I can guarantee you we will all be there again at some point in the future.

Please don't set a cruel example for these kids. They shouldn't learn that if you misunderstand something, or if you get emotional and say something wrong, people have the right to mercilessly kick your ass. That's not a world any of us actually want to live in, and we can start making our current one better by being just a little gentle.

I'm not trying to shut down discussions or silence people from talking about these issues, which ARE important. Arguing back with a bad point is not the same as bullying. If you really think there's something to be gained by engaging with a "GO is queerbaiting" or "I'm going to ask Neil the same question he's answered 50 times" post, then give genuine, good-faith explanations for why the take is wrong. They're plentiful. Explain the meaningful representation you personally found. Explain the on-screen ways that the series already challenges cishet hegemony. Discuss the history of representation and why GO has an important place. Discuss the personal hurt that comes from having representation that is meaningful to you dismissed. Do it all without calling the other person "stupid." If the other person is being cruel to you, then yes, definitely defend yourself, and then shut down the conversation and move on. And for fuck's sake, don't EVER suicide bait over this no matter how obnoxious the other person becomes. If I find out that you're an adult who suicide baited a kid over a fictional story, we can't be friends.

This comes from someone with a serious temper. I've almost certainly made disparaging remarks about people in the past. But seeing how many people pile on the bandwagon and take it to an extreme - from acting mildly sarcastic to being really aggressive - woke me up. It's way too much and it's very disturbing.

I'm not big on telling people How To Engage With Fandom and this is the bossiest post I've ever made in my life, but I see a few people being sort of needlessly cruel and that is too much for me to keep quiet about. Aziraphale would be disappointed, and although he wouldn't admit it, Crowley would be, too.

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three ships: Dream/Hob, Crowley/Aziraphale (I even found an archive photo for this post), Okabe Rintaro/Kurisu Makise

first ever ship: I was 12. I and my friend had a ship about our classmates. We wrote short slash stories about them. My first fandom ship was Harry/Draco

last song: For my sake - Shinedown

last movie: Don't remember 😅 last anime - Chuunibyou demo Koi ga Shitai!

currently reading: Endless nights (I'm stuck a little with it)

currently consuming: the Dreamling fanfiction tag on ao3.

currently craving: I just want to come back home. And svit bez rusni, please.

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I have a question. I've been watching Lokis film (marvel movies) and i really loved Lokis character. I don't know why others call him evil. I really loved him. I wanted to know does real loki and marvel loki related to each other? And i really want to talk or meet real one . Is this possible? Even i don't have an spacial religion can i still be in contact with loki and talk to him?

Hi Nonny,

I admire your enthusiasm, and I know you probably didn't intend to be offensive in any way, but please take a step back for a moment and think about how this comes across.

In a hypothetical scenario where you had zero background in Christianity, could you see yourself going to a Christian after binging Good Omens and saying, "Hey, that Aziraphale guy was pretty cool in Good Omens! I've done no further research and have no intention of becoming a Christian, but would it be okay if I prayed to one of your holy figures?" Yes, I am aware that Aziraphale doesn't actually exist in Christianity, but that's the point. Without researching the actual religion, you wouldn't know!

If you wouldn't do this, why do you consider it okay here? Is it because you see our faith as less serious or less real? If so, why do you want to interact with one of our gods in the first place?

If you actually would, can you maybe see how self-centered this view of religion is? How maybe taking people's sincerely held beliefs, conflating them with comedic works of fiction, and asking them for access to their sacred rites without any obligation to follow their traditions or honor their sacredness might be rude?

The MCU barely resembles actual Norse myth or Heathen religion at all. The character of Loki in the MCU barely resembles the Loki of Norse myth or Heathen religion, in terms of divine role or relationships with the other gods or even basic personality traits. Here's a post that lists some of the most glaring differences, but it's far from an exhaustive list.

To be clear, there's nothing wrong with first learning about Loki through the MCU or other pop culture. Most people do nowadays. There's also nothing wrong with being a Marvel fan and worshiping Loki, in the same way there are plenty of Christians who enjoy Good Omens and Dogma and The Life of Brian. Most people are able to separate religion from fictional works loosely based on religion. It's just that if you take those pieces of media and treat them as an introduction to the actual faith, you're going to get a very, very wrong picture.

And I absolutely do encourage you to get a more accurate picture! But for both your sake and the sake of people you interact with, it's important to go in with the mindset that this is and was people's actual religion. And it's important to go in with the mindset that this is a god.

Whether or not you intend to convert to a new religion, the sort of spirit work your ask suggests you're looking to undertake pretty much inevitably will alter your beliefs and perception of reality. (And not even necessarily in a theistic direction.) This almost always causes an existential crisis. The work is, in fact, more or less intended to do that! It may severely negatively impact your mental health in a lot of other ways. Whether or not you believe any actual metaphysical forces are involved, the psychological buttons these techniques are deliberately pressing in order to induce altered states are very real.

There's are reasons initiations exist in many mystical traditions, and reasons clergy and spirit workers generally require a training period working with more experienced practitioners, and one of them is that having support while grappling with this stuff is really important. Even in the best case scenario, it's a whole lot of hard work and emotional struggle.

People find the work worth it, or they wouldn't do it. I'm not trying to scare you away if it's something you genuinely want. But for your own wellbeing it's important to understand the gravity here. This is not the kind of thing you pick up for fun on a whim purely because you stan a character in a superhero franchise.

If you would still know yet more, we have a reading list where you can find more on the myths involving Loki and modern Heathen spirituality. We also have an FAQ that covers the basics of building your own practice--including, yes, an introduction to communicating with Loki (in ways that don't require deliberately entering an altered state) and discerning whether to give that communication any more weight than you would typically give your own imagination speaking to you.

I genuinely do wish you a fruitful spiritual journey, wherever it may lead, and apologize if this post comes across as overly harsh. It's just that not addressing this stuff and giving you an unqualified green light would ultimately have been doing you a disservice.

- Mod E

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Love to imagine that there were a few close calls with Gabriel where aziraphale had to pretend to smite crowley, which involved a lot of aziraphale pinning him down and a lot of sword bearing. Crowley very quickly finds out he has one hell of a kink ;)

“Of course I’m letting you win,” Crowley answers, banishing the dirt and wrinkles from both his and Aziraphale’s clothes with a snap of his fingers. Then, on a whim, he clears off any lingering sweat beading on his skin. He can’t do anything about the flush on his face and neck, or the way his legs are still wobbling. “Can’t have you losing in front of your own lot, can we? They might try and help you out, y’know. Might be worse for me in the long run, ‘s only selfish.”

Aziraphale’s frown deepens at the implication. “Oh. I assume this means I’ll have to let you overtake me when your people show up, then?”

“Er, you won’t. Have to. Do that, I mean.” Crowley stammers. Aziraphale raises his eyebrows. “They won’t crawl all the way up here to talk to me,” he elaborates, “they’ve got the radio and telly for that.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale says again, fumbling with the lowest button on his waistcoat for a moment. “Yes, quite right.” He smiles nervously. “Erm...” Crowley pretends he doesn’t notice the blush subtly rising on Aziraphale’s cheeks and the tips of his ears. “Well, knowing that, I must say that is very—”

“—no—” Crowley groans in annoyance, knowing exactly where that sentence is going, throwing his head back and grimacing.

“—kind of you to do, to let me win even though it’s all a ruse,” Aziraphale continues, his smile changing from nervous to irritatingly fond and knowing. “Rather considerate.”

“Fantastic,” Crowley grumbles, his face burning brighter for a different reason now. “Really made my day with that one, you did.”

In the short silence that follows, Crowley sniffs and looks down at his shoes, pretending to inspect them for any clumps of dirt. He realizes, belatedly, that neither of them cared to fix the messy state of the greenery and soil beneath them. It clashes with the rest of the neat, freshly mown blades of grass in this conveniently empty section of the park — a stark reminder of what just happened. The sight of it makes Crowley shiver. Suddenly his resolve to stay cool and collected vanishes into thin air. He hastily looks back up to find Aziraphale fiddling with the chain of his pocket watch, and he gulps.

“Er,” he starts awkwardly, nearly freezing when Aziraphale makes eye contact with him. “Right, anyway, I just remembered I have something to do. It’s important. I’ll pick you up later, shall I?” He doesn’t wait for an answer. He spins on his heel, turning his back on Aziraphale and shoving his hands in his pockets, making his smoothest attempt at nonchalance as he starts walking away. “I’ll meet you in the front of the bookshop.”

“What? Wait,” Aziraphale calls. “You’re leaving already?”

Crowley stops in his tracks, shock still, his breath hitching in his chest. He couldn’t have been found out. He wasn’t that loud, was he? Aziraphale doesn’t know, can’t know. If he knew…

“Won’t be long,” says Crowley, gritting his teeth, hoping he doesn’t have to outright lie, hoping Aziraphale doesn’t push. “An hour, at most. We won’t miss our reservation.”

“I… er, very well,” Aziraphale eventually says, sounding confused and a little hurt. “But, before you go, I need to ask you about… just now.”

There’s a brief moment of silence, and Crowley holds his breath, chills cold as ice sliding from the back of his neck down along the knobs of his spine as fear builds in his lower gut. When Aziraphale speaks up again, his voice is slightly deeper than normal.

“I hurt you this time, didn’t I?”

Crowley blesses under his breath. It takes all he has in him not to react outwardly, to lose his carefully constructed neutrality right then and there. Instantly, his mind plays back the stunt Aziraphale pulled only minutes ago.

It’s practically routine for them at this point, really; it’s a way for them to get out of a damning situation in a pinch. If someone from work unexpectedly shows up, they pretend to be mortal enemies, doing what mortal enemies are obliged to do should they ever cross paths: fighting to the death. (Discorporation, in these cases — and even then, they only need to make the viewer think that a discorporation has taken place, should it ever go that far.) It’ll be seen as two adversaries busy with work, and whoever it was that checked in will usually leave within a minute or two to let them get back to it.

They were taking a leisurely walk and having a (slightly heated, in the angel’s case) conversation about some of the menu changes at the Criterion, when Aziraphale suddenly kicked Crowley’s feet out from under him, pinning him face-down into the ground with his knee pressed onto his back. He had yanked his hair, forcing his head up, and swiftly brought the edge of a sword — having manifested the weapon from thin air — onto Crowley’s exposed neck. Crowley was hard in his trousers before he even realized what was happening, before he could even guess that Gabriel or any other one of those wankers was probably nearby, watching, and that Aziraphale was faking the attack like he had done many times before to keep them both safe.

But for a moment, Crowley didn’t know that.

As Crowley had grabbed fistfuls of dirt and grass and writhed under the perfect weight of Aziraphale’s body, he had thought it was real, and that Aziraphale really was going to smite him this time, and that he was truly at his mercy, finally getting everything he wanted. It was too much, the ringing in his head from falling to the ground, the pain in his spine, the white-hot burn in his scalp. Crowley couldn’t move and the sword was cold and sharp on the delicate skin of his neck and Aziraphale put his lips to his ear to whisper something and it sounded harsh and commanding and he whimpered—

“Crowley?”

Crowley blinks back to himself, his eyes wide behind dark lenses. He hears Aziraphale’s footsteps approaching him, the soft crunching of the grass beneath two Oxfords deafening amongst the low rumble of blood rushing through his ears.

“No,” he blurts out, his voice thin. “I’m fine, it’s fine.”

The footsteps stop. His entire body is trembling now, every inch of skin charged as if with electricity, surely to go off at the slightest touch. He clears his throat, vaguely wondering how much of a disaster it would be if he had to look Aziraphale in the face during all of this.

“I’m fine,” he repeats in a more natural tone. “Don’t make a fuss over it, you didn’t hurt me.” You did. “Same as always, nothing different about it this time.” Hurt me again. And again and again, until my throat is raw from screaming, until my face is wet with tears. Make me beg for it.

“It most certainly was not the same, you had no idea I was even going to attack you,” Aziraphale comments, sounding just this side of stern. Crowley’s stomach curls with something too close to pleasure from the tone of voice. Aziraphale sighs. “Are you quite sure I did not hurt you by accident?” he asks gently, because it’s just like him to have concern for Crowley’s well-being, even at the worst possible times. He takes one step closer, the space separating their bodies no bigger than an arm’s-length. Crowley can feel his stare burning right through his soul, can almost feel the heat radiating from his body. “I only ask because, ah, when you cried out, just then, you seemed…”

Alarms blare in Crowley’s racing mind.

Cried out, cried out.

Aziraphale did hear him.

And now he’s asking about it.

Crowley goes from half-hard to fully erect so quickly that it makes him dizzy, his dick throbbing in time with his heartbeat. Aziraphale only has to take a couple steps toward him and circle around to his front, and then he’ll have full view of the state Crowley is in. Then Crowley would have to explain himself, and he would be mortified, he’d be so humiliated, and the fear of it only makes his cock harder. There’s just not enough self-preservation in his current, lust-crazed state of mind to not want anything more than that.

“— truly distressed,” Aziraphale continues, pronouncing the words with the same caution one would use when walking on a tightrope. Crowley hears the faintest of wavers in his voice only because he’s known the bastard for too long. “I was afraid I used too much force this time.”

You could have used more. Used all of it. Put me in my place. Burned me with your light until I’m nothing, until I’m dust at your feet. Please, angel…

Crowley holds his breath again, the muscles in his neck tightening and his jaw aching with the effort it takes to kill the moan forcing its way up into his throat. His legs feel like jelly. The temptation to fall on his knees and admit it is palpable. He might as well come clean. Even if nothing happens now, Aziraphale will bring it up again later. That’s just how he is. Better to get it over with…

“No,” he croaks. He’s blushing so hard that the skin on his face and scalp itches furiously. “I wasn’t, I didn’t…”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes.”

“Truly?”

“For Heaven’s sake, Aziraphale, I told you I’m alright,” Crowley snaps. More than alright. Crowley knows he’s going to revel in the ache for days, but he also knows, acutely, that he’s only jeopardizing himself more the longer he stays in this blasted park. He’s sure he wouldn’t be able to survive another round of questions; he can already feel his admittedly weak resolve slipping in the face of those warm, seaglass eyes, beckoning him to spill his guts and spew the awful, contemptible fantasies of being taken right there in the dirt, like he deserves, with a sword trained on his back and the angel’s name in his mouth. The only thing keeping him from doing it is his knowing how said angel would react — with an upturned nose and a look of disgust only reserved for the lowest of scum. He can’t do that to him, can’t be that to him.

“Oh, right then, that’s good,” Aziraphale’s voice suddenly pulls him out of his reverie, sounding disappointed, “that’s a relief.”

Crowley then hears the telltale rustle of clothes as Aziraphale fidgets, probably adjusting his waistcoat, before he calls out, “Well then, don’t let me keep you, dear fellow. Do mind how you go.”

“Same to you,” he says back, feeling moderately guilty.

He snaps his fingers, bringing himself to his flat. He lands on his back on his luxurious bed. The cool satin sheets do nothing to calm his rapid pulse or the lick of shame that follows as he claws at his belt, the zip’s teeth not daring to catch as he shoves his trousers down and takes himself in hand. The guilt instantly melts away, but the shame stays, however it only proves to spur him on even more.

Aziraphale will forgive him by the time they meet back up for dinner.

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((I originally meant to use a couple lines of dialogue as an answer to this ask but then it turned into a small little fic, thingy, yeah. Huge thanks to @divinehedonism for beta reading this for me!!))

#SURPRISE I BET YOU THOUGHT YOU'D SEEN THE LAST OF ME #hiiiiii anon your ask has been in my drafts for months but i never forgot about you!!!! i was just nervous to post a little fic lol!#good omens nsft #nsft #bottom crowley #top aziraphale #derpy answers #derpy writes #high chance of me posting this on ao3 later #it literally took me 3 months building up courage to post this now i see why a/c took 6k years to hold hands lol #minors dni #don't think in my absence i won't check new followers i got for ages in bios #if ur a minor here might as well leave and save me the trouble of blocking you if you'd be so kind

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