#aziraphale falls

[aidaran-alha]

”Fandom: Good Omens (TV), Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett Rating: Explicit Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

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Aziraphale finally slipped out of bed to brush his teeth, and upon seeing his reflection, decided to give up on trying to straighten up his hair. Feathers and water didn’t get along very well, he’d discovered. Most mornings, he’d go down fully dressed, ready to face the day, but this wasn’t like the other mornings. He was tired, emotionally empty, but also feeling lighter than he had in months. 

He walked barefoot, still dressed in his light blue pyjama, already eager to know what the demon had prepared for him. 

Because now he knew him enough to know the demon’s love came in the form of gifts and care. He’d been silently protecting his angel for millennia, never expecting anything in return, because that was the way Crowley loved.

Aziraphale felt his stomach flutter as he went down the stairs and was greeted by a small assortment of cakes. It was clear he’d slept more than usual, if the demon had had time to go out with the Bentley and return with them. It looked like a bakery had taken root in his kitchen.

“Are we celebrating something, Crowley?” He asked instead, reaching where the demon was fretting around, trying to fit them all on the table.

Crowley jumped, startled, but once he settled, he smiled widely as the angel’s lips set themselves on his cheek, pyjama clad arms pulling him closer. They were now both used to those casual shows of affection, and yet the demon felt he’d never get enough of them. Every time the lips of the angel met his skin, he felt like melting, laughing, screaming, crying. It was too much. Everything was too much. He’d guarded himself, hiding behind his lenses for too long to just know how to finally let the angel in.

“I just, um.” Crowley wasn’t sure how to explain it, blushing as he turned to look at Aziraphale in the eyes. How to explain how useless he felt at comforting the angel, how useless it felt to tell him he didn’t judge him. 

That he forgave him, if that was what he needed. 

That he wanted to burn the world, burn Heaven, burn the angels, for having hurt him.

That nothing was quite enough to show how he felt.

So he’d done the one thing he knew. He’d always been there, ever since the beginning, doing little things for Aziraphale, bringing gifts, giving him permission to enjoy life. His way of caring for him had always been one of acts of love, silent and rarely expecting anything in return.

And the angel knew. He’d always known that Crowley would be there no matter what.

“I didn’t know —I mean, I wanted to bring you your favourites, but, um… I think I went overboard, but there were too many options and I panicked, so, um, and then…” Crowley could feel himself babbling, trying to explain why he’d stuffed his car with cakes, warning her not to let any of them get even the smallest dent. Never the Bentley had moved so carefully.

“I love this, Crowley. I love you. And thank you.”

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Continue reading: https://archiveofourown.org/chapters/138768682?show_comments=true&view_full_work=false

[xenocryp]

I don't think Aziraphale is going to fall

You see, I have seen all this BEAUTIFUL and PAINFUL theories where they think that Aziraphale falling is the ultimate ending... But i don't really agree

We are seeing falling like this ENORMOUS lack of faith or something that GOD sees and goes : "Oh, yeah... You going down" something that can happens in matters of seconds and anywhere in the universe, something INTERNALLY, but i don't think that is how it works...

I see falling more of a... Bureaucracy thing, something that can only be done in heaven and that God doesn't really has any particular say about.

Its not about the actions of the being (of the Angel in this case) but if those in charge knows about it.

And we have 3 clear examples about it.

1) Aziraphale's lies. He lied two times (directly) to the above. He didn't fall.

2) Crowley's Questions. ALL HE DID WAS ASK QUESTIONS. He didn't really lose his faith, he just wanted to know more. But he fell.

3) Gabriel's accions. Is a sin to kill, he tried to, and didn't fell. He went AGAINST HEAVENS ORDERS, and the reason he didn't fell was because IT WOULD LOOK BAD AND BRING QUESTIONS. That's all, that's the reason.

If it was automatic, he would have fell in the minute he went against it all, or when he was going to Alpha Centaury with Beelzebub. But he didn't.

So i don't really think that Aziraphale falling is really a possibility, after all " For one Prince of 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. "

[shadoweddepths]

Chapters: 1/5

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Audience Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Ineffable Idiots Big Bang, Ineffable Idiots Big Bang 2023, Fallen Angel Aziraphale (Good Omens), Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Soft Crowley (Good Omens), Bathing/Washing, Wingfic, Flashbacks, Nightmares, Literal Sleeping Together, Whump, Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Love Confessions, Communication, Wing Grooming, Hurt Aziraphale (Good Omens), Cuddling & Snuggling, Fanart, Protective Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale and Crowley Take Care of Each Other (Good Omens), Panic Attacks, Aziraphale Has a Vulva (Good Omens), Crowley Has a Penis (Good Omens), POV Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Takes Care of Aziraphale (Good Omens)

Summary:

“I choose Crowley,” Aziraphale says, voice both soft and firm at the same time. Meets Crowley’s gaze so steadily, as if it’s easy for him to say those words. And it’s as much to Crowley as it is to the Metatron, as much promise as it is a renunciation, and Crowley’s heart hurts.

“Very well,” the Metatron says. “You will not like the consequences.”

“Damn the consequences.” Aziraphale uses his just-enough-of-a-bastard voice, the one that makes shivers race up and down Crowley’s spine. “You may see yourself out, Voice of God.”

There’s a rustle of feathers, and then the Metatron is gone and the bookshop is silent, save for the ticking of the clock and the furious staccato of Crowley’s heartbeat.

Aziraphale – an angel of grace and poise and grandeur – stumbles. His expression twists in confusion, first, and then pain – horrible, gut-wrenching, unexpected pain – and then he falls to his knees, voice breaking in a pained whine.

“Oh,” he gasps, head thrown back, eyes glazed and unseeing. “Oh, that – damned indeed,” he says, just before he crumples forward and blacks out.

(Aziraphale rejects the Metatron's offer and chooses Crowley instead. Crowley helps him through the aftermath.)

Here's the first chapter of my contribution to @ineffableidiotsbigbang! I've never done anything like this before, so I'm incredibly excited to get this story posted. Big thanks to willow tree for beta-ing this fic, and to willow tea for the absolutely gorgeous artwork that will be posted along with chapter 3!

The finished fic will have approx. 22,200 words.

Source: archiveofourown.org

[diavalkitty]

Oo-oh

I am the sand in bottom half of the hourglass...

[mrghostrat]

oh my god i finally thought of a vampire au that i'm completely unhinged for. i am about to be so insufferable about this

vampire aziraphale x vampire hunter crowley. and no, neither of them realise they're hereditary enemies when they hook up. they're dorks and idiots your honour.

edit: fic is here c:

[galaxyspeaking]

I would love you with our heads down

[eklmrlos]

not responsible for my actions

[kaison07]

Fell and falling

[snek-eyes]

Can we go back to this for a sec? To Aziraphale having to explain the concept of being in love to the other angels? Because I cannot imagine what a trip it has to be, falling in love with someone when that is literally not something you are supposed to be able to do. When it is something you barely understand. When the object of whatever this is isn't supposed to be able to feel this way either, except as time goes on you start to realize it's happening to him too. And neither of you can actually talk to each other about it.

[theonevoice]

Guardian

And there was war in Heaven.

[the pain of having to salvage the brushwork every time my laptop rage-shut Krita on me, I swear... ;_; - I really need to size down until I get a better laptop or a better way to manage a 14500x10000 canvas]

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Aziraphale [about Job being talked to by God]: I don't suppose he's getting any answers.

Crowley: No. But just to be able to ask the question.

[camilleflyingrotten]

Some flashback

[sightkeeper]

April request for a patron who wanted ineffables in Gravity Falls! This Armageddon is about to get a lot more Weird!

[oprahsfriendgayle]

[bl0ndwave]

I can't get over the fact how similar angel Crowley is to Eden Crowley. Before we saw angel Crowley, we didn't have the comparison and continuity, but we do now.

Just look at his hairstyle; his Eden hair is longer, as it logically should be because the angel phase was before the fall, but it's still wavy, and the swirl remains the same... 🥺

[writtenin-blood]

I was thinking about how Crowley's idea of people falling in love is them standing together in the rain and I just kept thinking about these

But also I remembered the first gos2 poster we got was

THIS

Just a couple standing in the rain looking up at the stars- which they witnessed the birth of together

I hate it here