#Aziraphale fanfic

[itsscottiesstark]

Not to be horny on main but seeing people writing fanfiction!Aziraphale with insecurities about his weight makes me so sad cause I know it's unfortunately based on reality but then I see Crowley's reaction to Aziraphale's body and I'm like yes gurl you're absolutely right I agree with Crowley's sentiment wholeheartedly, get it.

[tismrot]

An Exodus (my Good Omens AU) prequel.

Written both in English and in 🇳🇴Norwegian. 500 words - the second chapter is the translation). Link [here] Summary: Ezra is five years old in this one-shot. After reading in an old book that ‘sun and sea’ make people happy and healthy, he has an idea. TW: Alcoholism, family death, a mother not doing a great job.

I decided I had to rewrite Exodus, which is tedious. I gave myself a break today, and wrote this instead.

[weirdmorefics]

We need a part 2 to the dog fic where Y/N gets their dog a bow-tie collar. Then doggy and Aziraphale are indistinguishable!!! Exact copies!!!!

A/n- Not gonna lie Good Omens requests are my favorite right now! This is part two could be read as one shot though the first part here

YOU MATCH

Pronouns- They/Them

Word Count- 387

Summary- The Reader brings their Bichon Frise to the bookshop after their dog's grooming appointment.

Aziraphale x Crowley x Reader (Can be read as platonic or romantic)

The bell over the bookshop door rang, alerting Aziraphale and Crowley to Y/n's presence.

Aziraphale did not look up but knew instantly it was Y/n, "What are you doing here? It's your day off?"

"I'm just stopping by because I needed to show you something!" Y/n annunciated the word need as they picked up their dog that was sitting next to them.

Crowley tried to hide the smirk that appeared on his face when he saw the dog, "Angel your twin is back."

Aziraphale's grip tightened on the pen at the mention of his dog twin being back. "Y/n why is the dog back?"

"They just got groomed! Aren't they so cute and fluffy!" Y/n rubs their face against the dog's furry head.

Aziraphale turns to look at Y/n affectionately rubbing the pet. Crowley's smirk turns into a devilish grin, instantly catching Aziraphales's eyes, making him nervous.

Crowley stands from his previous comfortable spot to straighten Aziraphale's bowtie. This catches Y/n's attention because Aziraphale's bowties are always pristine and never out of place. Once Crowley steps out of the way without a word leaving Aziraphale with a look of pure confusion as he steps towards Y/n and their dog and straightens the dog's new bowtie that they received from the groomer.

Y/n is instantly sent into a fit of laughter, "YOU MATCH!"

Aziraphale furrows his eyebrows and crosses his arms, "We most certainly do not!"

"Angel, of course, you look nothing alike," Crowley says to the dog as if it's Aziraphale.

"Stop talking to the dog!" Aziraphale shouts.

"Oh angel, I thought that was you in Y/N's arms, though it would be odd for you to be in their arms and not mine," Crowley says suavely.

Aziraphale's face flushes as he ignores Crowley's last comment, "You did not mistake the dog for me!"

"You are wearing the same bowtie," Y/n chimes in.

"That's it your dog is no longer welcome here," Aziraphale throws his hands up.

Y/n rocks their dog, "Don't worry puppy he doesn't mean it."

Aziraphale sighs in frustration.

"Come on angel, you know you love the dog," Crowley says soothingly.

"I will never love the dog!" He states firmly.

"He will," Crowley whispers to Y/n and they respond with a smirk.

[ink-and-blood-goddess]

Just a Little Bit (Aziraphale x Reader)

Requested by Anonymous-Hello and thank you for opening up the requests! May I request an Aziraphale x reader fic 🌸❤️‍🔥 where the reader is making a cake for Angel. He peaks every now and then and steals sweet cream laced with lovely kisses... 

A/N-Whoo hoo my first Azirapahle fanfic request finished and all ready. I had fun writing this. Wanting this to be a one-shot and didn’t go overboard with it makes me feel good to get this done. Requests are still open in the comments and my DM board :)...

Anon, I hope you love what I wrote for you as well

Warnings: Nothing much. Just ton of tooth rotting fluff and a smidge of smut

Citrus Scale:🍊

W.C+:1.2K

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“Ah. That’s perfect.” You were standing at the kitchen counter, getting a quick whiff of the vanilla sponge cake that was sitting out to cool off for a moment. The next thing to do is cover it with strawberry buttercream. 

Grabbing a hold of the bowl that sat next to the cake, you mixed it the spatula and began to scoop it out on top of the cake. The scent of strawberry wafted across your nose, making your mouth water a bit. 

“Oh yes. This is going to be so good tonight.” Spreading the buttercream all over the top, you were thinking of the small get together with Aziraphale and Crowley for dinner and dessert tonight. You piped up saying you’ll make the dessert. Wanting to make it a surprise, you didn’t tell either of them what it was going to be.

  Then you heard the door to your apartment open, followed by the sound of a familiar voice. “(Y/N), are you here?” The angel asking you nicely. “Yes I am,” you called out, “I’m in the kitchen.”

Aziraphale walked into the kitchen, with his coat neatly folded over his arms. “Something smells absolutely scrumptious in here.” He noted. Taking a whiff of the sponge cake, filling the whole air with a sweet scent alongside the buttercream.

You turned to look over your shoulder at him. He was licking his lips, like Crowley did. The smell of the cake and buttercream really got to him. His mouth was about to water.

“I see you like the smell of my sponge cake all the way from there.” Laughing a bit, you turned back to what you were doing. Still spreading the cream all around the top, you could feel Aziraphale looming over your shoulder.

“My, my dear (Y/N). what is that lovely smell before us?” Noting the scent of the strawberries. You laughed again. Your angelic friend is quite observant and always has been.

“It’s my famous and utterly favorite strawberry buttercream. I was going to surprise both you and Crowley tonight after dinner and wanted to see your reactions, but guess the secrets out.” You sounded defeated now, that Aziraphale found out about your little secret. 

Aziraphale scoffed a bit, “oh don’t worry my dear. I won’t tell Crowley about this at all. It’s our little secret.” He patted your shoulder a bit. 

As you began to frost the side of the cake now, Aziraphale came around to the other side to get a better look. He immediately spotted the bowl next to you that had some buttercream left in it. In a split second, Aziraphale dipped his finger into the bowl.

“Aziraphale!” You squeaked. The angel quickly pulled his hand back, before you could catch him. As he licked the buttercream from his finger, his blue eyes went wide. Like he was seeing stars for the first time.  

“Oh my Lord,” he whispered, “this is so good.” He had no other words to say at this point. Before you could scold him for what he did, he quickly placed a kiss on your cheek. Lips brushing against your warm skin. You felt your face heat up from that quick distraction he pulled.

“Okay. I’ll let that one slide for now. If you want to watch me finish the cake, you better not steal anymore buttercream. Promise Angel?” You looked at him with an arched eyebrow. Aziraphale nodded his head. “I promise.” He crossed his heart to seal it.

Turning back to the counter, you continued to spread the cream on the cake’s sides. Aziraphale stood behind you, watching closing as you went back and forth with the spatula. After you finished spreading the last dab of buttercream, you placed the spatula in the bowl with the leftover cream.

 Before you could move, Aziraphale went for the bowl again and got another whip of buttercream out. You were speechless now. “Aziraphale! You pro-,” before you could get another word out, Aziraphale kissed you again. This time on your jawline. Again you were speechless at him.

“I’m so sorry my dear., I couldn’t resist myself. Even though I promised to stop.” He said with a bright smile on his lips. At this point, you felt your face flushed and warm from that kiss. Aziraphale never kissed you like that. Never at all.

“Okay,” you finally said, “I’m going to finish putting the cake together. Just. Just don’t distract me. Okay Angel?” He nodded his head again. “Of course my dear.” Reassuring you. Still reeling from that surprise kiss, you walked over to the fridge to retrieve the toppings.

Wanting to double check, you looked over your shoulder at him. Just standing there inches away from the counter. You then grabbed the bowl of cherries  and homemade whipped cream from the center shelf and closed the door.

“Alright Aziraphale,” you said as you placed the last two remaining ingredients onto the counter, “I’m going to put the finishing touches on the cake. So please, don’t distract me with kisses while stealing the buttercream.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll just watch,” he said as he brushed the tip of his nose with his finger. Deep down, you knew that was a lie. He’s going to do it again. Just don’t let it get to you.

 As you began to pipe out the whipped cream through the piping bag, Aziraphale went for another piece in the bowl. He licked it off his finger and peppered your cheek with a few kisses. You giggled a bit. 

Concentrating on doing the smaller details of the cake, Aziraphale dipped two fingers in the bowl and peppered your other cheek with kisses. “Aziraphale. Please stop it. I need this cake to be finished before tonight,” you squealed with giggles. “No never.” The angel replied. He refused to stop.

You could barely keep your hands steady as Aziraphale kept stealing small whips of buttercream and kissing you.

After you managed to get every bit of whipped cream onto the cake perfectly, it was time to put the cherries on top. The moment you put the first cherry on, Aziraphale striked again. Only this time he kissed you on the neck before stealing another piece or two of buttercream.

Your face felt hotter now with each kiss he left behind. Turning a bright red color. Each time you placed a cherry on top, Aziraphale would kiss you more and more on the face, jaw, and neck. At this point he stopped stealing the buttercream and instead peppered kisses all over you.

Snaking his arms around your waist. Feather light lips brushing against your warm skin. Your heart fluttered each time he kissed you. With the final cherry on top, the cake was finally completed. Everything was ready for tonight.

There was some buttercream leftover in the bowl. Untouched by the angel’s prying fingers. An idea just popped into your head. Using your two fingers, you scooped out the remaining buttercream. Instead of licking them, you smeared it over your lips.

With his arms still around you, you turned around to face him. Once he looked at you, his blue eyes went wide upon seeing the buttercream smeared over your soft lips. In a split second, Aziraphale pressed his lips up against yours.

Feeling his lips and tongue lick the buttercream off of your lips. Then you felt his tongue touch yours. Swirling and dancing around each other like serpents. 

Aziraphale then pulled himself away, licking the bits of buttercream off his lips. “My my, dear (Y/N). That was delicious.” He said with a sparkle in his blue eyes.

“That’s my famous strawberry buttercream for you angel,” you said, as you licked off the remaining buttercream off of your lips.   

[kittygirl2210]

Adderwing and Doverbreeze find Applekit and Scorchkit (Good Omens WC AU)

This'll definitely be more fleshed out if I make a comic or fic BUT the jist is, Adderwing misinterprets a sign from StarClan when the pair find the kits (his connection to them hasn't been severed, he still receives signs + prophecies from SC but he usually misinterprets them), making him believe that Scorchkit (Warlock, also named by Adderwing) is the prophesied cat. He and Dovebreeze take Applekit to ThunderClan to be raised as there are no nursing queens in RiverClan (and Dovebreeze has a lot on his shoulders anyway) and Adderwing doesn't want to risk Scorchkit being turned away from ShadowClan. Scorchkit is cared for by Adderwing and his adoptive parents, Harestrike (Harriet) and Eagleheart (Thaddeus).

[semioticb]

Wel... Crowley's still a bit sensitive about it...

[greyyson-but-no]

you're staying? | aziracrow

genre | fix it fic, fluff, angst

warnings | kissing, shouting, could be the actual season 2 ending but no :D, s2 ep6 spoilers then, i guess? but not completely. crowley kinda hates himself and regrets a lot of stuff, aziraphale being... himself (not on purpose though, we know the way he is <3)

pairing | aziracrow (crowley x aziraphale) from good omens

word count | 1.1K

a/n | my first good omens fic would of course have to be a fix-it fic, wouldn't it? this is very very needed. and to help with dealing with the actual end of season 2, we can be delulu together and pretend this is what happened :). fuck the Metatron, here's a happy ending season 2, hope you all enjoy....

Aziraphale and Crowley stood in the most comfortable part of the bookshop, together, standing opposite each other, as if the earlier hours of the day had been completely and utterly normal, and as if neither of them were about to have the most vital decision of their lives. It had certainly been an odd day (even if they seemed to get more and more common these days), both of them were itching to find a way to fix it all. Whatever it took.

Crowley stood by the door, heaving from the horrid argument, looking over at the one he had unknowingly been in love with for so long. He, simply, didn’t know what to do. What to say. How to fix this mess of relationship they had thrown themselves into.

He could remember when he first fell in love with Aziraphale.

It was the Garden of Eden. The first day of life on Earth and the first time Crowley had ever felt so much love. Demons weren’t supposed to feel anything of the sort but it was something about Aziraphale and his odd dorkiness and… well, every part of him. Each individual characteristic that made Aziraphale himself made Crowley fall in love with him just that little bit more.

And here he was, standing in front of Crowley with the most disheartened and lost look on his face. Crowley had never seen him so empty. So not looking like himself and it  hurt him. Not just because he was sad in general but because he had been the one to make him like that. Of course they had argued in the past before, six thousand years being friends? It was going to happen but this time was different. This time was futile and the most hurtful. And if Crowley hadn’t spoken about it, hadn’t mentioned it and just forgotten his feelings like he always did, he wouldn’t have made Aziraphale feel the way he did.

“Crowley, I don’t think you understand what I’m offering here.” Aziraphale spoke, jutting his head forward in the ever-so-Aziraphale way. “You say we could have been an ‘us’ because we can be! I am not throwing us away, we can be together in Heaven!.”

The demon sighed, shaking his head and running a hand over his face, looking over at Aziraphale again. “Angel, that’s not me!”

“It was you. It’s the you I first knew.” He replied, and Crowley could see it in his eyes that he thought he was doing the right thing.

“It’s not the me you fell in love with, though.” Crowley sighed, tired eyes searching the endless emotions in Aziraphale, hoping for some sign of what his reply would be. Crowley had never even dreamed of opening up this much ever, let alone in one night. He had a feeling if he was going to be shut down again, maybe he would just never try again. Better to hide away and never tell anyone then to have your heart mercilessly ripped out.

Aziraphale’s shoulders dropped. “Crowley…”

“Don’t.”

“No, Crowley, wait.” Aziraphale pleads, watching as the demon he truly did love dropped his head in defeat.

“If you can’t say no to heaven, if you really want to leave everything behind, leave us behind, then I’m certainly not going to stop you. But you have to understand what you’re throwing away.” Crowley spoke, bowing his head as an excuse to not look at Aziraphale as he did so. “We’ve known each other for six thousand fucking years, and I have certainly loved you for most of that time, I just need you to see that as well. That’s all I’m asking. Then I’ll just shut up and go away. I’ll let you go, finally.”

But what Crowley didn’t see, was what he should have seen most. In the mists of that green and brown and blue concoction, was the most adoring, loving look Aziraphale could muster. Every feeling of hope and every trace of happiness he had ever felt all brought into one look, all aimed at Crowley.

Aziraphale had been in denial for a long, long time. That feeling of warmth each time he looked at Crowley was always pushed down, always forgotten and repressed because he was a demon. I am an angel. It’s not supposed to work like that. Nothing could convince him that he loved Crowley, for a very very long time. It was during World War Two that he came to terms with it. Just about.

Because really, he wasn’t fully a demon. He may have fallen, he may side with hell as much as he can and he may refuse to admit he can be nice, but deep down, Aziraphale saw the small acts of service that made him not so much a demon. A little but of a nice person. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.

His kindness had made Aziraphale realise that he loved Crowley.

And so, Aziraphale took those few steps forward, catching Crowley’s eye as he did so. Crowley caught eye contact, a worried but hope–filled look curved into his features. Aziraphale fell even harder then. With a hand reached up, the angel grabs his demon by the cheeks, softly and calmly, not to scare him, not to worry him further.

“Crowley, my dear.” Aziraphale murmurs, voice soft and filled to the brim with love. In one swift movement, Aziraphale pulled Crowley down, pushing their lips together.

It was a kiss six thousand years in the making. Filled with denied adoration and words that they regretted. Arguments that had been forgotten over time and then even more inside jokes and giving in on temptations, breakfasts and lunches and dinners at the Ritz, hearing Queen playing in the Bentley, even the smell of the old bookshop. Everything that could possibly relate to them, was piled into that kiss.

It was well worth the wait.

Crowley pulled himself back, pulling his glasses off one more time, throwing them on the ground as if to say I’m not going to hide anymore as he looked at Aziraphale, jaw unhinged in disbelief.

“Angel.”

"We have to figure it out. We'll have to talk through everything and the Metatron still wants an answer from me, but it won't be the one he wants, nor the one he expects." Aziraphale explains, taking Crowley's hand to reassure him that he wasn't going anywhere.

Though, knowing Crowley, he needed a clear answer, otherwise his mind would run and run and run. He stumbled over his words, though, still full of disbelief and not quite understanding what Aziraphale was implying. "So- you- you're staying?"

"Yes." Aziraphale nodded, the realisation finally settling in and a wide grin arriving with it.

[aurlworthfightingfor]

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[theriverspath]

Prompt: the discreet gentleman's club

Summary: Thanks to a new friend, Aziraphale learns something about himself at the local skating rink. Rated Teen.

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Aziraphale loved the skating rink. There was something exciting about the thrum of the music in his chest, the clack and rumble of the wheels vibrating up through his legs, the hubbub of voices and laughter from the other skaters. He even liked the food. Ms. Tracy, the owner’s wife, ran a little counter with pre-prepared and packaged snacks. Along with wistful stories about the bygone glory days of roller disco, she would dole out cheap hot dogs wrapped in foiled paper and stored in a heated display case until the chili or mustard had melted into the steamed bun. Or, she’d use a set of long-handled tongs to fish one of the tangy green pickles out of the giant glass jar that sat next to the cash register. And the off-brand root beer she served in thin paper cups was so sweet it made Aziraphale’s cheeks hurt. The food that he bought here was so different from anything he’d ever been offered at home. This was fare that fed not only his body, but also his soul.

He didn’t even mind that Tron insisted on dropping him off at the nearby gas station. The Dollar Skate definitely wasn’t a place where his brother would show his face. But the short walk, even in cold weather, was worth the three or four hours of freedom Aziraphale managed to grab for himself every Saturday evening. Most of the popular kids from his school spent their weekends at the bowling alley on the other end of town. Instead, the rink was overwhelmingly frequented by the county school students. Underneath the twirling sparkles thrown off by an elderly disco ball, boys in Wrangler jeans and brightly patterned button-ups glided alongside girls sporting long hair and cropped denim vests.

At least, that’s what it usually looked like. This afternoon, the only girl at the rink was Greta. She was perched on a bench near the little snack counter. She balanced a tiny paper plate on a knee and poked at the remains of a piece of cake with a plastic fork. Greta looked as bored as a fourteen year old girl who was forced to be at her older brother’s birthday party could possibly be. 

Tim, the birthday brother in question, was a relatively new addition to the roller rink regulars. Aziraphale remembered the first time they’d met. Tim had rolled right up, stuck out his hand, and introduced himself. He had a bright voice laced with an accent Aziraphale couldn’t quite place. It was faster than what he was used to, and had a twang that sounded like something out of an old Hollywood western.

"Hi! I'm Tim Brown. New in town. My dad just bought the furniture and carpet emporium out on the interstate? I don't think I've seen you around school. You in 4-H?" Aziraphale had shook the other boy's hand on instinct. The manners drilled into him by his mother had taken over while his brain processed the information Tim had just thrown at him.

"Um, hello. Nice to meet you. I'm Aziraphale Mightey. I go to Westend. And, no?" Tim had continued to pump Aziraphale's hand, and his expression changed to one of impressed surprise.

"A Duck, huh? And you're here? I thought the Westenders stuck to the bowling alley.” Tim’s eyebrows had lifted up. His smile had switched to a teasing conspiratorial grin, as if he’d expected Aziraphale to confess to some great secret behind his reason for being at the rink.

Aziraphale had managed to extricate his hand from Tim’s enthusiastic grip and had wiped his now-sweaty palm along the side seam of his pants.

“I guess I just like skating more than bowling?” Aziraphale hadn’t been exactly sure how to react to this level of cheerful directness. He had gotten to know a few of the other kids here that were around his age, but none of them were quite this … politely intense?

“Well, since it means you and I get to be friends, I guess I’ll let it slide. And hey, maybe I’ll change your mind about 4-H?” Just as Aziraphale had been about to explain that he had no interest in an agriculture-focused after school program, the music from the sound system had changed. The sweet harmonies of “Love Can Build a Bridge” had started and the lights on the floor had dimmed. A red spotlight had caught the disco ball, adding the color to the white sparkles. The night’s designated couples skate had just begun.

Tim had glanced out at the people starting to split off into pairs of a boy and girl each, hands on shoulders or hips as they skated together to the romantic song. But his gaze had quickly returned to Aziraphale.

“You, uh, got someone here to dance with tonight?” Aziraphale hadn’t been expecting that kind of question from his new acquaintance, and was shaking his head almost before he registered it. Tim’s smile had softened a bit, and he glanced down at his feet. He’d gently tapped the floor with the rubber stopper on the front of a skate. “Yeah, me neither. Too bad we can’t …” Tim hadn’t gotten a chance to finish his thought, though. A girl had skated up, slightly shorter and a little younger than either of the two boys.

Continue reading on ao3...

[deathly-shipper]

I wrote another fic! wowie so productive!!

this time it's aziraphale centric angst, but still written for the @do-it-with-style-events reverse mini bang and in collab with @icedpinecones

[dorywhynot]

"No Angel of Temperance" watercolor, 2024.

Private commission for @lickthecowhappy inspired by their poem of the same name

Prints!

[tismrot]

✨PATREON LINK: HERE✨

Behind the black square: Ezra (23 year old university student) for my fic Exodus (dystopian human AU)

My Patreon will be NSFW, so steer clear if that’s not your bucket of c💦m. I don’t have the patience to make SFW tiers, sorry. It’s either dingdongs or nothing over here.

[extraaa-30]

wait... so s1 says angels don't dance, except for aziraphale, who learned the gavotte in the late 1880s

but then we learn in s2 that aziraphale did at least one other dance earlier !

so what i'm wondering is,, how did it even start? like did aziraphale go "gosh I'm really sorry fr 🥺😬 allow me to prove it with this incredibly human ritual no angel has ever tried before"? or did crowley go "oh, how to make me feel better you ask? do a little dance go on 😈🐍🥰"?

anyway the point is crowley canonically got to see aziraphale dance for that very first time !

1650: the first time an angel ever danced, and it was to apologize for some silly dumbfuckery so his demon spouse would drop the pout & join him for lunch

[ineffablefractals]

Elevator thoughts

(This is a quick Good Omens fanfic I wrote while bored in class. It might be terrible; I can't tell but it's my first proper fanfic so please be nice. Also (kinda) season 2 spoilers)

Breath in 

Breath out

That was all he had to do

In and out

The flood shuddered beneath him

He clenched his fist

He didn’t dare speak

In and out

He kept his breath steady

What had just happened?

Don’t think about that

Just breath

In and out

The cold white light stung his eyes

How long was the ride up?

Next to him, the Metatron shifted

His eyes darted to the elevator button

He stuffed his hands into his pockets

In and out

This was better

For everyone

This was what he wanted

But not like this supplied the part of his brain he was trying to ignore

In and out

His hands fought against their prisons

He stilled them

It’s his loss

His loss

What had just happened?

What had he just done?

In and out

His breath sounded ragged

He removed his hands from his pockets 

He had done the right thing

…

Hadn’t he?

In and out

In and out

He twisted his ring

In and out

The flood shuddered again

In and out

Had the ride-up always taken this long?

In and out

He bit his lip

He could still feel the sensation of his-

In and out

It was worth it

It was worth it

He could fix things

Make them better

Nothing lasts forever

His own words echoed in his mind

They sounded hollow

Fake

He’d believed them when he’d… how long had it been since-

Since-

Since…

He’d forgotten to breath

In and out

In and out

Heaven wanted him back

They cared

They thought he was good

Worthy

They’d forgiven him

They’d offered to forgive Crowley

Crowley

In and out

That name

Unbidden in his mind

Crowley had-

He’d-

In and out

In and out

And Aziraphale had-

He was all-

In and out

Tears pricked his eyes

That wasn’t right

He didn’t cry;

Angels didn’t cry

In and out 

Why had he done it? 

Nothing lasts forever

But that was the one thing that was meant to

He should have seen it

Known it would happen

But-

In and out

It couldn't end now

They’d been so close

We could've been us

us… 

It couldn’t end now

He would do something

Fix it

Make it better

It wasn’t going to end like this

He wouldn’t let it

He breathed in

Ready to talk

Ready to tell the Metatron

Ready to go back-

“LEVEL: HEAVEN”

“Good job Aziraphale; I knew you’d make the right choice”

Aziraphale closed his mouth

He smiled and nodded

Straightened his bowtie

The elevator doors slid open.

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art for chapter 2 from @quitequaintrelle s wonderful south downs fic we shall have the world for our own 🦩🦩

i love this fic so much and i encourage everyone to read it!

to quote the author:

"If it is your deeply cherished belief that Aziraphale and Crowley are cartoon characters who should get to spend their South Downs retirement as old queens being disgustingly romantic losers who can't keep their hands off each other and won't stop beefing with local senior citizens, this story might be for you."

[semioticb]

Some fanart for a fanfic