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For all the people out there who think Aziraphale and Crowley would be terribly in love but not admitting it and having awful sex because they’re both touch-starved after Aziraphale comes back down from Heaven (with a significant lack of kissing and intimate touch) - I have a fic for you! (Inspired by posts made by @actual-changeling)
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Aziraphale had looked at him so helplessly, so brokenly, but he had nodded, pursing his trembling lips together and then parting them again as he sank to his knees before Crowley just as the demon had done for him, both entirely out of their own violation and desires and wants and needs - and that was that.
(There is something so delectably awful, Crowley had thought once, about giving into desire, but denying yourself the one part of it that you want the most, now isn’t there?)
Don’t kiss me, he said, he repeated over and over and over not as a reminder for Aziraphale but for himself - because if he didn’t, he would not be able to find comfort in the feeling of Aziraphale’s touch, and he needed that, just as much as the angel needed his.
How I can best describe it without giving too much away is:
Please mind the tags, of course! And please leave a comment if you enjoy! Thanks again to Alex for letting me use their posts as inspiration.
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@hibyefics and @plumbum-art proudly present
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Launch Sequence
a M-rated prelude to the Relationship for Beginners series by @hibyefics
"It wasn't too much, though? Really?"
"Agh," said Crowley, butterflies still a riot in his belly. "I mean - yeah. Just takes some getting used to. The - spit.
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AO3 tags* spittin’ facts! (He gave Azi the mug.)
*Tags: Soft Crowley. Bottom Crowley. Crowley cries during sex.
Honorable mentions: Crowley is a sweetheart. Crowley likes spanking. Crowley is currently hiding in the bathroom and contemplating escaping through the window (I made this one up).
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They aren’t wrong
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"Now, you listen to me"
one of my favorite scenes from chapter 15 of @moonyinpisces' brilliant fic how do we turn on the light <3
(chapter 16 just dropped last night though, kicking off act 3, and it SLAPS go read it!!)
#for every episode of s3 that does not include a kiss in the rain I will set fire to one of neilman's belongings#good omens#fanart#my art#fanart of fanfic#hdwtotl#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#ineffable husbands#azcrow#digital art#digital drawing#sketchbook
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I know everyone’s mad at Aziraphale right now because of how the season’s ended but I don’t think we’ve talked enough about the fact that Aziraphale has been keeping a diary for centuries (based on the fact the entry we see is from volume 603) and he literally starts his entries with “dear diary, last month Crowley and I both happened to be in Edinburgh”.
#HE WRITES IN HIS DIARY LIKE A STEREOTYPICAL TEENAGE GIRL#HOW IS ANYONE NORMAL ABOUT THIS#also the absolute banger of a fanfic this would be#someone just writing all 603 volumes of Aziraphale’s journals which are all just meetups with crowley#you know his journals are filled of their misadventures as idiots in love#dear dork diary but its aziraphale#HA#ineffable husbands#good omens spoilers#good omens#good omens 2#aziraphale#anthony j crowley#crowley x aziraphale#go 2x03
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Where a Canvas Blooms by foolishlovers
It’s an Arrangement. Aziraphale knows this. He knows a lot of things, and others he doesn’t, but the most important things, he knows. He knows that the cheeky redhead in his arms smiles and purrs when he runs his fingers through his hair, knows that Crowley’s hands are rough from working outside, knows the softness of his heart.
Aziraphale doesn’t know he’s in love with Crowley until he does. But it’s just an Arrangement. Is it?
Part 1 of The Cuddle Arrangement
word count: 3.8k
rating: T
relevant tags: Human AU, Trans Aziraphale, Trans Crowley, Touch-Starved Aziraphale, Touch-Starved Crowley, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling & Snuggling, Comfort, Pining
art by the wonderful @omens-for-ophelia
#pls scream with me about the beautiful art i love it so much 😭#also appreciating all the support/reblogs/comments!! 💜#good omens#good omens fanfic#good omens fanfiction#good omens fic#good omens human au#aziracrow#aziracrow fic#ineffable husbands#trans crowley#trans aziraphale#aziraphale x crowley#foolish writes#where a canvas blooms#the cuddle arrangement#cuddle au
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it's time that I let go of things I can't control
this path that I've taken is the only one I know
well I've come so far to get here, and I've got so far to go
so I'll take what I can get in matters of the soul
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one of the most incredible good omens WIPs right now is how do we turn on the light? by the wonderful @moonyinpisces, so when she decided to host a cover contest for it you know I had to give it my shot. If you haven't read it yet, I highly recommend it!! truly one of the most incredible fics I've ever read 💛 I hope you like it, maddie!
#hdwtotlcoverartcontest#hdwtotl#good omens#good omens fanfic rec#crowley#aziraphale#aziraphale x crowley#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#no whales in this cover. sorry fam#join us on discord also!!!#lyrics: a trick of the light by villagers#evie.art
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Aziraphale never corrects people who assume he and Crowley are together vs. Crowley who does.
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Crowley had not looked Aziraphale in the eye since they had sat down. The world is doomed again, and the burning moment of the last time they spoke still lingers on both their lips. Neither of them speak.
Finally, Crowley, both defeated once again by the gravity of his heart and angry at his angel, runs a hand through his hair and sighs.
"1941," he hisses. Aziraphale's insides crumple like paper at the sound of his voice. Crowley continues.
"God, I love him," he quotes. Aziraphale shatters.
The angel jumps up from his seat as if he were on fire (he is). He's sweating and shaking suddenly, throat closing but not quickly enough.
"You read my diary?" Aziraphale feels the ground tilt and the Earth fall off its axis. That wasn't a part of the Plan. Crowley's profile was unreadable.
The demon stands slowly. His limbs drip towards the stilted ground and he breathes. He can't stop himself.
"I lo–" Crowley starts again. He is cut off.
"I–!"
He looks at him. Now it is Aziraphale who won't meet his gaze. It is taking quite literally everything to keep Crowley planted where he is. The sight of Aziraphale's tears always destroys him completely.
As always, the angel wrings his hands. His face is red, his rosy cheeks shiny. Crowley only catches glimpses of the galaxies in his eyes as he looks this way and that.
The angel steels himself. And then that's it. He almost chuckles at the timing of it, but he's so, so...relieved. Exhilarated. Happy.
"I love him, most ineffably," Aziraphale recites. They lock eyes.
Time wraps around itself. It's wimey like that. And suddenly Crowley is back in Eden, surrounded by peace and perfection and life. And for the first time in the history of the world, the Sun rises. And Crowley looks East.
Of course, atop the Wall, a figure. Slowly awash with molten gold from a star–his stars, his star–the figure stands nervous but sure, calm but curious, beautiful and divine. Aziraphale turns away from the horizon towards the garden. And Crowley falls.
He falls into Aziraphale's arms only to squeeze and pull and lift the angel as close as divinely possible. The warmth and strength of the soft arms that desperately grip him back seep into his bones.
Aziraphale presses his face hard into Crowley's neck, daring anyone at all to separate them ever again. He's sobbing audibly now, as Crowley continues his whispers of, "I love you, I love you, I love you," right into his ear. Aziraphale decides two arms are not enough, so he pulls his wings out of space and wraps them around their shoulders, too. He feels rather than sees inky black wings shelter around their waists.
"Please, do it again," the angel pulls back just enough to look his demon in the eye once more. Oh, Someone, they're both a mess. "Kiss me, again. Please, Crowley. My love. How I love you, so."
Crowley does.
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thinking about Crowley and Aziraphale driving around, doing whatever, before everything went to shit in the end. Crowley's driving the Bentley, obviously, and the two of them have fallen into a comfortable silence that they're both used to after 6000 years together, especially the past few, since the stopped Apocalypse.
Crowley is driving like a maniac as per usual, blasting Queen and whatever else happens to have been in his car for less than two weeks. He glances sideways from beneath his glasses, a stolen glance that he allows himself towards his the angel, and he sees -
Aziraphale has fallen asleep.
Crowley is surprised. He hadn't even known that the angel did sleep. and then he remembers that night in his flat after the Apocalypse-that-wasn't, when, before they had made their plan to stop their own respective sides from getting to them (thanks, Agnes Nutter) they had passed out, spectacularly drunk, on Crowley's couch that had become soft just for the occasion, and the demon had awoken to the angel snoring, leaning over his leg. So, yes. Aziraphale slept.
Crowley contemplates this for about three seconds before letting out an extremely exaggerated, dramatic sigh and slowing down the car, stopping his inane swerving and speeding and dropping to just below the speed limit. And then some. And then some more.
He miracles any and all possible bumps in the road to be smoothed over, and muffles the outside noise through suddenly-tinted windows. He flicks the radio down, Freddie Mercury barely audible over Crowley's bated breaths and Aziraphale's small, huffing snores.
The Bentley recognizes the significance of its owner's actions, and it too works to quiet its own engine, smoothing out its drive and warming its insides to be the perfect temperature for a fussy angel.
Crowley glances at Aziraphale once more, and settles back into his driver's seat, fully prepared and ready to loop around, driving slowly with barely any music, if it means that his the overworked angel can have a well-deserved rest.
When Aziraphale wakes up later, he cracks open an eye to see Crowley, driving slowly and purposefully, mouthing the words to some barely-audible song of his (probably be-bop, Aziraphale thinks disapprovingly), his sunglasses having been placed in some compartment. His gorgeous yellow eyes are barely visible in the dim light of the car through the windows, even though it's still day out. Almost as if someone has miracled the windows to be purposefully dark, as to not disturb someone. A sleeping someone, perhaps. Perhaps that is the same reason why the Bentley is driving slow enough for it to be of a concern, and why the usually-deafening music is at an all-time low volume.
Aziraphale watches for a long moment - an extended stolen glance, of sorts - and then lets out an exaggerated yawn and stretches, blinking slowly, smiling at Crowley, who, at the sight of him, reddens, and immediately clocks up from going 30 miles per hour to 95, the music abruptly becoming blaring again, Queen's Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy.
"Sleep well, angel?" He asks, slamming his sunglasses back over his nose, and Aziraphale smiles, rolling his eyes. Silly demon.
"It was quite undisturbed, yes." And then, more cheekily: "Thank you, my dear."
"Dunno what you're thankin' me for," says Crowley gruffly, and Aziraphale merely smiles wider before leaning back in his leather seat, watching the demon's gaze flicker over to him ever so often from behind his sunglasses - as if to check that his counterpart is still awake, and to check that he has no need to be as kind as he just was.
(might write an actual fic of this lmk if that’s something y’all would want to read!)
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❤️🔥Are you ready for Valentine's Day?❤️🔥
@moonyinpisces , @saglaophonos and @plumbum-art proudly present:
'Wanna be with you everywhere'
a multichaptered M-rated Good Omens fanfic written by @moonyinpisces and @saglaophonos with art from me!
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After the apocalypse is averted once again and everything is back to normal Aziraphale and Crowley want to spend The Perfect Valentine's Day (TM) together. But will they succeed and ✨️consumate✨️ their relationship the - eugh - human way?
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》》Find out in the coming chapters of 'Wanna be with you everywhere' on Ao3!《《
The prolog is out now and comes with a comic, which you can read here on my blog. Stay tuned for more illustrations and an extra spicy final comic in the following updates 🔥🔥🔥
#good omens#aziraphale#crowley#ineffable husbands#aziraphale x crowley#good omens fanfic#good omens fanart#pb comic#WBWYE#pb collab
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In between storyboarding gigs, I like to draw what brings me joy.
Right now it’s Good Omens AU comics!
Here’s a sneak peek on a personal project.
Picnic interrupted and sucked into a summoning spell!
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"Crowley."
Crowley froze, every atom of his body coming to a complete standstill. Aziraphale had appeared out of nowhere, just like that, and he felt like a fly in a spider's web, like he had just run against a glass door that he could not have seen. Oh, this was cruel. He did not turn around.
"Don't even use doors anymore?" He tried to keep his voice level, cold, unaffected. He failed considerably, but the message got across anyways.
"I'm sorry," Aziraphale said, immediately flinching at the words. The first time they were seeing each other again, after-- after that, and his first words were I'm sorry and he was apologizing for not using a door? Aziraphale felt like swearing, but could not. "I thought you wouldn't open if I-- well. I thought this was easier. Like a bandaid."
"Well, you were right. I wouldn't have." Steel was creeping into Crowley's voice, steel around his heart. With a forcing of limbs, he spun around, his gaze piercing through the armor of his sunglasses. Facing him.
"I need your help" Aziraphale said.
"What," Crowley said. He had possibly never put as much meaning into a single word. The glass door turned into a Great Wall. Aziraphale understood. But he was willing to climb.
The angel (oh, a true angel now, wasn't he--not his angel) fumbled, talking with his hands before his mouth even opened. Talking with his eyes, too, but they got lost in translation. Repelled by a black mirror.
"I know this is untoward. I know it's-- But Crowley, I don't have a lot of time."
"Nothing lasts forever, yeah," Crowley spat, hating himself the second the words left his lips. Unnecessary cruelty. Demonic, huh? Worse yet, Aziraphale accepted the verbal lashing. Don't forgive me, Crowley thought.
Crowley looked at him. He was still wearing his suit, there was tartan in it, but it had become polished, the worn edges returned to pristine, boring perfection. He looked prim. Proper. Perhaps this hurt most of all.
"Why are you here?"
Aziraphale glanced upwards. Then he looked intently at Crowley. I don't have much time. Right. He couldn't speak freely, Crowley realized. Of course he couldn't. This was exactly what he had been afraid of, what he had known would happen. His angel in chains. (Yet here he was. Here he was.)
"They don't know I'm here," Aziraphale mumbled, gesticulating weakly between them and Up. "I guess I can divert their attention now, for a bit. Comes with the new powers"--he shrugged helplessly--"but not for long. Crowley, do you know about-- about the-- what they're--"
"Armageddon 2.0? Sure."
There was an undecipherable look in Aziraphale's eyes. "Why didn't you-- well. It's not just. I mean it kind of is--it's. More than that. Crowley, I need you to do something for me."
"No."
"This is important." (This isn't about us.)
"I don't care." (There is no us anymore.)
"You do! You always have."
"Oh not this again," Crowley hissed. "You were an angel once. You can be forgiven. Shut up."
"That's not what I meant."
With two long, angry strides, Crowley closed the space between them. Menace, anger, hurt-- "Then what did you mean?" He spat the words. Like a weapon. (Then why was it a question?)
Aziraphale's face crumbled. He stood his ground nonetheless, not backing away. The angel's anger was less spiky, but it rose to meet Crowley's. It made his next words hit like bricks. "I mean that you love. I mean that you, Crowley, are the best person I know. I mean that I love you."
The words dropped like a lead balloon.
There was utter silence between them.
Why were they so close?
Why were his sunglasses so dark? Aziraphale saw only his own reflection. He couldn't bear that, and dropped his gaze. Oh, worse. There was his mouth, mere inches away.
Aziraphale looked at Crowley's lips, really really looked, and there was nothing more, now that he knew about the feeling of Crowley's lips and of his heart, there was nothing more he wanted to do than to kiss him. But he couldn't, he couldn't. Not like this. He needed the next time (he had to believe in a next time, in a time with Crowley, again)--the next time they kissed he needed it to be good and happy and an affirmation. He couldn't bear it otherwise. He would break entirely. He was sure of it.
But still, still-- Crowley was so close. He could smell nothing but him. Think of nothing but him. That weakness again, that soft spot inside him he had never known how to hold down. And with it, Want reared its greedy head. Aziraphal leaned in ever so slightly, felt their noses touch-- and then used all his strength to move away, to pull back. It was not the right time. Not yet.
He looked past Crowley, who might have as well turned to a pillar of salt. Crowley, whose face was a mask he couldn't let slip. The air flickered between them.
There were tears in his eyes when he finally forced his gaze towards Crowley's face, a silent plead to not misunderstand. Please, please. But he couldn't expect that of him. He was pulling away again. But not because he wanted to. No, there was nothing he wanted more than to pull closer. There was nothing more he wanted than to talk to him, to truly talk, to explain and apologize and make amends, but he was bound by Duty and Rules and Watching Eyes more than he ever had been.
This was his rebellion: he lifted a hand, the ghost of a touch, fingertips against cheekbone. The memory of holding on. Of never wanting to let go. Crowley flinched without moving, a shiver of his lips. Aziraphale let his hand drop, briefly, to Crowley's chest, holding it over his human heart. It was beating just like his.
This was his successful magic trick, when it counted: he drew away, leaving a crack in Crowley's steel-clad heart, and a note in his chest pocket.
"I'm sorry. I need to go."
"Of course you do."
"Oh, Crowley. I--" But he did not finish the sentence, knew there was no proper way how. So he said, quietly, softly, "Trust me, please."
And he did. Crowley hated it, hated it so much, but he did, he did trust him despite it all. But it did not erase the hurt. The festering wound. Now what was he supposed to do with that?
With one last pointed look, Aziraphale vanished.
Crowley was alone.
His defenses lay shattered at his feet, and he slowly gathered them back up. He did not mend the cracks. (That's where the light had gotten in.) He cleared his throat. Tried to banish from his mind the look in Aziraphale's eyes, the memory of his lips and of his tears.
And failed considerably.
I love you.
(Touched his cheek, and then his chest, and faltered.)
[this fic is now also on ao3 and being continued there]
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listen, whatever you do, do not imagine, after they have reunited, made up, and confessed feelings, do not imagine them teary eyed and crashing into a slow, passionate kiss as the music swells, Aziraphale wrapping his arms around Crowley's neck to pull him closer and Crowley squeezing his waist, and then the camera slowly pans down and all we see is a chainmail scarf being thrown on the floor followed by a tartan bowtie. i repeat, do not imagine it.
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