#South Downs Cottage

[metalmiez]

My dear friend @hopelesslysleepy wrote a stinkin‘ cute one shot for Halloween, and of course I couldn’t resist drawing a little illustration for it ❤️

Go and read Paws and Portents and leave her some love ❤️

[meanwhile-at-the-cottage]

Today Crowley tried a hand at baking the dessert that reminded him most of his angel: deliciously soft and fluffy cinnamon rolls. Aziraphale approved.

[gaiaseyes451]

Breathless - A New Good Omens Fanfic

Did you know there’s a kink fling going on over at @goodomensafterdark ? Well, there is! Check out my “quick step” based on breath play.

Read on AO3 - Explicit, 4k, PWP, fluff and smut

Excerpt: When Aziraphale sidles up behind him, at first Crowley thinks nothing of it. But when a hand gently undoes a middle button on his shirt and slips in the gap, when that hand presses carefully—so, so carefully—beneath his rib, barely reducing the space for his breath, Crowley rests on the fingertips and encourages them deeper.

“Thoughts, my darling?” Aziraphale whispers, honeysuckle sweet in his ear.

“Hmm, rapidly fleeing, angel,” he sighs and leans onto the broad chest behind him.

A big thank to my beta’s @hakunahistata and @the-literal-kj for their feedback and to @sixbynine-da who “randomly” assigned this prompt… *highly skeptical raised eyebrow*

[mimisempai]

Another way to say I love you

Summary

Aziraphale is happy to return to the cottage after a long day out, and is surprised to find his demon baking cookies...

Notes

For #Azirafeast

On Ao3

Rating G -  742 words

When Aziraphale entered the cottage, the first thing he noticed was the inviting, tantalizing smell of something baking in the oven. 

"Crowley?"

"In the kitchen, Angel!"

Aziraphale set down his belongings, taking the time to remove his coat and hang it with his hat before heading for the kitchen.

Hearing him enter, Crowley turned to him and said with a broad smile, "I didn't expect you back so soon."

Aziraphale had made a little trip to London to pick up a few more things from the bookshop that he hadn't been able to take with him when they had moved into the cottage.

"Well, they were all afraid of me driving at night, so they made me leave early."

"I must thank them for worrying about your safety."

Crowley pressed a light kiss to the angel's lips and said softly, "Welcome home."

Aziraphale returned the kiss and as they pulled away, he said, "I'm glad I came home early too, though I wasn't expecting this smell or this." The angel pointed to a plate of cookies on the counter and added, "I see you've been busy."

He stepped forward and, reaching for the plate, asked, "May I?"

"Well, they're basically for you, Angel, so yes. Go ahead then. But don't hit the pastry chef if it's not good."

Aziraphale didn't answer and bit into a cookie. Almost immediately, he couldn't hold back a moan of pleasure and exclaimed, mouth still full, "Oh my... Crowley. That is one of the most delicious things I've ever eaten."

Crowley blushed slightly, flattered by the praise, and handed him a second cookie. Aziraphale enjoyed it the same way.

Watching him eat several cookies in a row, the demon smiled fondly.

Aziraphale noticed and, a little embarrassed, said, "Sorry, they are so good."

Crowley shook his head.

"Don't be, it's always nice to see you enjoying things. And I'm flattered, since I made them. However..."

He came closer and continued, "You have some crumbs. Let me get them off your face." 

The demon ran his thumb over the edge of Aziraphale's mouth, wiped off a few crumbs, and brought his thumb to his mouth, licking the crumbs.

"Hm, you're right. It doesn't taste too bad, Angel. But..."

Crowley leaned forward and continued, "I need a better way to taste." 

He moved closer and gently pressed his lips to the spot where he'd removed the crumbs, then pulled back a little, humming appreciatively. 

"Truly delicious."

He moved closer again, this time running his tongue over Aziraphale's lower lip before capturing the angel's lips for a deeper kiss. Aziraphale responded by wrapping his hands around his lover's waist and the kiss lasted for a few moments until they had no choice but to part when the oven bell rang.

Crowley stepped aside and apologized sheepishly, "Sorry, duty calls."

Aziraphale chuckled and watched as the demon took another baking sheet out of the oven, inhaling the scent of this new batch with delight.

"I need to get the next batch ready," Crowley said, turning to the bowl of dough.

Aziraphale approached and wrapped his arms around the demon's waist from behind, pressing his cheek against his back.

Crowley hummed with contentment and leaned back into the embrace, continuing to prepare the dough. After a moment, he said softly, "Baking is love made edible."

Aziraphale looked puzzled, "Hm?"

Crowley smiled fondly, "It's a saying, and it's absolutely sappy, I know, but let me be a little sentimental and then you can forget it. What I mean is, maybe these cookies are my way of telling you that I love you."

Crowley felt Aziraphale gasp against him and turned his head to him.

"Does that still surprise you?"

Aziraphale tightened his arms around him and replied, "Of course it still surprises me, because I don't take your love for granted, but rather as something to be nurtured, in the little things. Like the fact that you're making these cookies. Oh, and yes it's just as sappy as you were. So when this disgustingly sentimental discussion is over, let's open a nice bottle of wine and forget about it. And also, I love you too. This, on the other hand, forbids forgetting."

They both laughed, then Crowley continued to prepare the dough, Aziraphale's arms still around him.

Much later, with the cookies half gone and the wine bottle completely empty, they may have forgotten some things, but not the most important.

Their love.

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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 😝

South Downs cottage series : here

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[rokon24]

Today Aziraphale tenderly kissed Crowley's forehead when the demon laid down for a nap.

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[lenaellsi]

doodle featuring retirement hobbies and the husbands subjected to them

[heohl-art]

so proud I could screaming😭🩷✨

• Together in the South Downs • [finished]

I'm like... absolutely tickety-boo!🥹

[illustrious-slimeman]

WOW! Long time no post, but that doesn't mean I haven't been up to stuff! I can finally share some of the things I've been working on as part of the @gospexchange

This short-but-sweet little comic is a gift for @deathly-shipper based on the song Céu Azul by Ana Gabriela

I had a lot of fun making this, the song is very sweet and cozy and I hope I captured the vibes you were looking for!

Here's an AO3 link if tumblr makes the quality stinky!

[alwaystuesday]

We'll be OK.

[belovedroach]

can i trust you guys to have this little South Downs Husbands?

i don't know if i'll ever finish it, but i wanted to share anyways lmao

[ami-v-dragnire]

🌱Growing Together🌱

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This is where I am, mentally, all the time. My piece for the @itbeganinagardenzine, a zine dedicated to their retirement at their South Downs cottage. Where nightingales sing.

I love you all ❤️

[katcsy]

the nightingale is too goddamn loud actually

[meanwhile-at-the-cottage]

Today Aziraphale tenderly kissed Crowley's forehead when the demon laid down for a nap.

[cryptic-queer-cryptid]

This is deeply comforting to me. It’s not “wait and see”. It’s “not yet.” It will happen. They will have a happy ending, and live in a little cottage in South Downs together 🫶

[mimisempai]

Best served hot

Summary

Aziraphale wearing his shirt half-naked.

Crowley certainly wasn't expecting this sight when he arrived in the kitchen for breakfast. 

But he certainly wasn't going to complain.

Notes

Just me indulging in the idea of Aziraphale putting on Crowley's shirt....

On Ao3

Rating G -  505 words

Attracted by the fragrance of coffee that had roused him from bed, Crowley entered the kitchen and stopped dead at the sight of Aziraphale pouring coffee into two cups with his back to her.

All he could do at that moment was stammer. 

"A-angel? Is that... is that my shirt?"

He immediately realized that he'd asked the most idiotic question of all, because it was obviously his shirt that Aziraphale was wearing.

First, because it was black; second, because although it was a little tight around the arms, the sleeves were rolled up from being too long; and third, because it fell low on Aziraphale's thighs.

His bare thighs.

The demon swallowed and was trying to collect himself when Aziraphale turned around with two cups in his hand and handed one to Crowley with a playful little smile, “I bow to your observational skills.”

Crowley struggled to recover from his shock, for while he often wore Aziraphale's clothes, he'd never seen the reverse. And what a sight it was.

He took a sip of coffee as he continued to watch Aziraphale, the way the fabric fell in flowing folds over his thighs, accentuating them, the way the shirt parted over his chest and stomach, revealing his soft curves, the color contrasting with the tone of his skin.

The angel, who had followed his gaze, smiled again and Crowley set down his cup before approaching him slowly. With no doubt as to the demon's intentions, Aziraphale put down his cup and watched as Crowley closed the distance between them.

Once in front of him, the demon slipped his hands under Aziraphale's shirt, making him shiver, before placing them on his hips, pulling him closer with a little tug.

Aziraphale parted his lips slightly, letting out a small gasp as Crowley closed the distance between them and pressed his lips to the angel's, kissing him passionately.

When they finally broke apart, breathless and flushed, Aziraphale asked teasingly, "Am I to take it that you're enjoying this?"

Crowley chuckled and cupped Aziraphale's face, his thumb gently tracing the line of his lips, moistened slightly from the kiss.

Aziraphale shook one shoulder slightly so that the shirt opened a little more and slid off, revealing the soft, round shoulder, then asked, a playful gleam in his eyes, "More than you like seeing me naked?"

The demon licked his lips and replied, "You have no idea how much, Angel."

Seeing Crowley's heated gaze, Aziraphale gently pushed him away and began walking back toward the kitchen door, whispering, "Then come and show me."

Then he turned and let the shirt slip and fall to the floor just before he passed through the kitchen door.

That was all it took for Crowley to snap out of his trance and he almost ran as he followed the angel into the bedroom.

The coffee cups sat untouched on the kitchen table. But neither Aziraphale nor Crowley cared when, much later, their contents were long gone cold.

The coffee could wait, their love could not.

_________

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

South Downs cottage series : here

Ineffable fan fictions Masterpost : here

[rokon24]

Today Crowley tried a hand at baking the dessert that reminded him most of his angel: deliciously soft and fluffy cinnamon rolls. Aziraphale approved.

Learn More