#Crowley and Aziraphale kissing

[crowleysgirl56]

One thing I haven’t really touched on is the final fifteen because there is honestly so much going on here and so many different theories that I feel if I tried to discuss any of my own thoughts I’m afraid I’m just going to get it all wrong.

But one thing that has struck me recently as I keep thinking over certain things is specifically the look in Aziraphale’s eyes when Crowley starts kissing him.

Let’s think about what types of romantics the Ineffables are:

Aziraphale: he’s a traditional romantic. He gets his point of reference from books. The classics basically. He throws a ball with the intention to get Maggie and Nina together but it comes from the Jane Austin trope of “people can discuss how they’ve misunderstood each other and come to realise they’re made for each other”.

Crowley: he’s a modern romantic. He gets his reference from cheesy Rom-com movies. Grand gestures, one fabulous kiss in a sudden rain storm, run to the airport last ditch attempt to declare you love before they leave, one final last minute desperate plea to keep them by your side.

At first glance Aziraphale’s look in the above gif suggests confusion. Painful confusion. I’ve seen some people interpret this as Aziraphale doesn’t want to be kissed or never wanted to kiss Crowley. I disagree, you can’t tell me that this is the face of a man who isn’t thinking about kissing Crowley every damn second of this season:

The man has been thinking of kissing Crowley every damn second for 6000 years. And I think that’s kind of the point. He’s been thinking of his version of how their first kiss would go. The hopeless traditional romantic. A lovely ball, a confession of love, a walk in a park, a dinner date at the Ritz, soft kiss under the moonlight, that sort of thing. And I honestly think Crowley would have loved that too. But bigger. Grand gesture after all. Fireworks, grand parade, dash to the airport, sudden rainstorm, music swells. But instead, Crowley was left with a last minute desperate plea. And I think Aziraphale knows it.

The pain and confusion in Aziraphale’s eyes is not because he thinks that one first magnificent kiss he’s been dreaming of them sharing has been “ruined” or “stolen” from his ideal way. He’s in pain because he realises exactly what it is Crowley’s doing, why he’s doing it, and he’s devastated that it came to this. That’s why he kisses back. Because he needs to let them both feel it, even for a second.

All this to say, it’s been 15 months and I still can’t stop thinking about it. Though to be fair, I’m guessing neither can they.

[crowleysgirl56]

One of my favourite silly comics. I love how dumb they are.

It’s bound to happen, and you know it.

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…and then Crowley and Aziraphale kissed passionately and lived happily ever after.

Frankly I just felt like everyone needs this today.

[crowleysgirl56]

When you’re looking for a specific gif and you type “Crowley Happy” into the gif search and this pops up instead:

I’m sorry Tumblr, but I think we need to have a little chat…

[crowleysgirl56]

Wildest dreams wishes for Good Omens Season 3 which will probably not come true but I can still hope hey!

Number 37

A while ago someone posted about how they really hope that in season 3, Crowley and Aziraphale get to kiss mid battle while the camera pans around them in slow motion, with the battle raging on around them. My apologies to whoever that was, as I can’t remember your blog name! I reblogged with the below gif from the third Pirates of the Caribbean film:

This ^. This is what I want for season 3. Crowley and Aziraphale kissing with the camera panning around them with ridiculous over the top nonsense happening in the background.

Manifesting this as one of my top 3 wishes for season 3!

[crowleysgirl56]

Wildest dreams wishes for Good Omens Season 3 which will probably not come true but I can still hope hey!

Number 34

So we need something nice, because, well, *gestures vaguely at everything*. So here is morning in South Downs cottage M rated fluff/up to your imagination smut! Enjoy!

Aziraphale never really was one for sleeping. He preferred to while away the hours on more stimulating activities like baking or writing or reading. Sitting up with a book in hand, he watched as the early morning sunbeams crept through the bedroom window and slowly illuminated the peaceful form of his lover pressed against his side. He smiled fondly. Maybe there was something to this sleeping after all. He gazed at the constellation of freckles on the demons bare back, eyes lingering on the spots where ebony wings would burst forth from their astral plane once summoned. His gazed roamed up to an angular and beautiful face nestled neatly into his waist, and thought of the most beautiful golden eyes currently hidden behind closed lids. How he missed those eyes. It had only been a few hours, but still, his heart ached when they were shut. Gently he slowly began to card his fingers through soft red curls and went back to his book.

Crowley was no stranger to sleep, though after 6000 years of doing so in the strangest of places, from the walls and ceiling of his apartment, to the floor of his Bentley, and one time at the bottom of a rather ornate vase in the palace of Versailles (it’s a long a story), he realised that the best place was by the side of particularly captivating angel. He vowed never again to sleep without the angel next to him. He wouldn’t tell him this of course. A demon does after all need to keep up his reputation.

He lay curled up tightly against Aziraphale’s side, an arm protectively wrapped around the angels waist. As the rising sun slowly brightened the room, he was gently roused awake by the feeling of fingers caressing his hair. He watched the dust motes dance through the sunbeams filtering through the window before looking up at the precious angel’s face. Crowley felt himself grin. A most undemonic thing to do. He didn’t care.

“Morning angel, fancy meeting you here” he purred.

Aziraphale’s eyes didn’t leave his book, though the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly, “Good morning my dear. I see you’re still intent on making that joke every morning”.

“What joke? There’s an angel in my bed and he’s trying to temp me.”

Placing the book down and raising an eyebrow Aziraphale replied “Our bed”.

“Our bed” Crowley repeated as he began to snake his way up to Aziraphale’s eye-line.

Aziraphale took off his glasses and moved them along with the book to the side table. He turned to meet Crowley’s eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Tremendously”. Crowley began to lean into the angels neck when he suddenly stopped. “Angel. Did you miracle on pyjamas last night after I fell asleep?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh yes, I thought them rather stylish”

“They’re tartan!”

“You don’t like them?” Aziraphale pouted, making sure to enhance his bottom lip ever so slightly. It worked. Crowley’s eyes immediately dropped to his mouth. He smiled wickedly.

“I’d like them better if they were on the floor”. A hand suddenly landed at the top button of Aziraphale pyjamas working it open with deft and slender fingers.

Playing coy Aziraphale turned away and made to get up. “Excellent idea. We should get dressed. I’ve made plans!”

“And what plans would they be exactly?” The next button popped open. Aziraphale paused as heated breath tickled under his chin. He settled back on the bed abandoning his ruse.

“You’ll just have to wait and see”. Aziraphale gradually leaned his head back to allow the demon better access to his neck. Crowley softly brushed the tip of his nose into the crook under Aziraphale’s ear.

“You know that’s very irritating Angel. Besides I thought we didn’t keep secrets anymore.” A small kiss is peppered along the side of Aziraphale’s throat as a third button is reached.

Aziraphale closed his eyes, enjoying the tingle that ran down his spine. “Only the nice ones dear” he breathed.

“Nice! Well if you’re going to start talking dirty” Crowley rose up and hovered over Aziraphale, a hand on either side of his torso pressed down into the mattress.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale’s eyes flew opened as he feigned a protest, but allowed himself to be crowded back against the bedhead. Eyes wide and round, not daring tear them away from the demon, he ran his owns hands up Crowley’s chest.

As Crowley held himself up with one hand, the other went back to slowly prizing open the remaining (and offending) shirt buttons one by one. “These plans of yours, do they have any kind of urgent timeframe?”

“Well no, I suppose they are rather flexible.” Their mouths mere millimetres apart.

“Excellent. Because I have some plans of my own.” The last button successfully removed.

“Oh? Do tell.” Aziraphale slid down into softness of the pillows, slipping his arms around Crowley’s neck as the demon pressed down upon him.

“I think I’d rather show you”. Mouths thank Go-, thank Sat-, thank SOMEONE, finally came together. Turns out, even the best laid plans can wait.

If you would like to know what Aziraphale’s plans were, then go on and read Wildest Dream 13 which can be used as part two to this little interlude. Because you deserve more kissing!

Also Edit: to add @goodomensafterdark because I feel like this is up your alley.

[phantom-of-the-501st]

Remember that this is not the proof that they love each other

That was a last-ditch attempt from Crowley to get Aziraphale to stay

This is the proof that they love each other

Their love wasn't just made real because they kissed

It always existed

[camilleflyingrotten]

Happy Good Omens renewal eheheheheheehhhhhhh

[crowleysgirl56]

Nothing like a bit of angst before bed

a longing.

[stedesbonnets]

#i live there

[camilleflyingrotten]

Time for the traditional role swap uh 👀

David!Aziraphale and Michael!Crowley

[vavoom-sorted-art]

one fabulous kiss

new artstyle who dis?

[crowleysgirl56]

Oh dearest @pinkpiggy93 it was your artwork I randomly found on Instagram right after season 2 aired that drew me into the world of Good Omens fanart. Which then lead me here, and then to fanfiction, and then to the last 15 months of brain rotting obsession! I live for your artwork, it is sublime and gorgeous!

HC: Aziraphale is easily flustered in intimate moments, and when he does, his wings opens out of control (like how Lucifer wings just opens when he’s excited. Im talking about the Lucifer show on Netflix)

You guys have enough sweetness in this yet?

[suzypfonne]

Source because the Xitter link wouldn't preview correctly

[hansoeii]

head empty, no thoughts. just turtleneck crowley

[xgermankittycatx--commsopen]

it's just a thing demons do sometimes