#crowley x aziraphale

[lvndrlondonfog]

For all you queers

[inezrable]

Kisses I would kill to see in the good omens finale

A desperate, reciprocated reunion kiss with both of them crying and azi grabbing Crowley's lapels and pulling him closer to mirror the final fifteen

An almost kiss in a 40s flashback, just as Crowley's about to leave, Aziraphale starting to say "I-" at the same time that Crowley announces he should go, breaking the moment

Aziraphale practically leaping into Crowley's arms and kissing him, looping his arms around the demon's neck and getting picked up and spun around while they both cling to each other and giggle

A soft, sweet kiss as they stand in the living room of their South Downs cottage, surrounded by boxes and potential and contentment

Aziraphale sweetly kissing Crowley on the cheek before he turns around and kills God, leaving his demon stunned

[servantserah]

Crêpes part 32

Previous | First | Next (coming soon)

Aziraphale learns about Saraqael's motives. One thing I had decided early on in the writing was that everyone in Heaven is a hypocrite. They twist and bend the rules to suit themselves and always think they’re the one in the right. You can already see a glimpse of this in part 30.

ℹ�� You can find a guide with all my Good Omens AUs and comics >>here<<!

[lydiablackblade]

Unofficial sneak-peak from S3.

I was in London, I was in Battersea Park, what else should I have done?

Special thanks to Margaret for the idea and for the dialogue 💞

[itsscottiesstark]

Okaaaay! Thank you @bellisima-writes , @curiouspupsicle and @eybefioro for tagging me in the 2024 fic roundup! And thank you @cheeseplants for making it, lovely idea. Here we go:

What fandoms do you write in?

Good omens and good omens only. Simple gal, me.

How many words have you published in 2024?

Had to look that one up- 141,815 but if you ask me in 2 weeks it's going to be +20k and it's still going to be 2024 so it should count. Maybe. 😉

What is your greatest achievement this year?

As a writer? Publishing my 120k fic and it being so well accepted. As a human? Idk, being here?

What are your favourite top 3 fics you wrote this year?

Okay so Undone has to be number one. I've been working on it since March and it's insane. I never expected it to be longer than 40k-ish and read by more than 10 people.

Uhhh the other two are not posted yet lmao. Not even complete, technically. What can I say, Undone took a lot from me.

What was your biggest despair moment?

SO MANY. Again- Undone took so much out of me, so many challenges, so many ups followed by devastating downs. So many days where I wanted to give it up and pretend I never tried to write. The chapters that were the hardest to write turned out to be my favourites but the energy they took out of me to complete was unmatched.

What have you learned?

Again- so much. I have become such a better writer not only in the year since I wrote my first story but since March when I started undone. The main thing I learned is that just because I am now better and can do better- it doesn't mean what I did in the past wasn't good. It just got better. And that's a good thing.

What fic did you want to do but never made it off the ground?

Okay so while I was in the first months of writing Undone I got another idea for a human AU where Crowley is a carpenter and Aziraphale is an editor. They meet when Aziraphale's boss decides to redecorate their offices. I loved that story and my fingers ached to be done with undone (hehe) and get to that. But that passion just.... Went away. I still love it and want to go back to it, but I'm working on other stuff now so it's kind of in the back burner.

Do you beta any fics? Any favs you want to shout out?

OKAY BUCKLE UP. I have done beta on a few, mostly friends from TNAN server (join us, we're a cool gang!) SO HERE WE GO:

My dearest @eybefioro wrote both Vavooming was not the result of that particular kiss and Forgive me, Father and I was lucky enough to get first grabs on those. Brilliant stuff. Go read them right now and while you're at it read everything else they wrote.

The loveliest @pineappleonbread wrote Single-Stroke Rifle and again- I was so lucky to be able to help out a bit.

The amazing @captainblou wrote The Angel I Knew and- well does it count as beta if all I did was read it all in one sitting and provide enthusiastic screaming? It was already perfect, what do you want me to say?

The others I have helped with are not out yet. TBD. 😘

What three fics have you read this year that you love?

What next, making me choose a favourite dog? Cock-a-doodle-bum-tits.

Fixed Bells. Rated E. Fix it. Best one I've read.

The Grindr Logo Doesn't Even Have a 'G' In It. Again. Rated E. Listened to the podfic recently. Damn.

Camping with your Frenemy: It's F***ing Intense. Whoops. Rated E. Sorry. But. I've read that three times. Brilliant.

Obviously the writers I mentioned before have even more brilliant stuff but I didn't want to pick favourites cause they're friends of mine.

What ideas are you percolating for next year?

A musician/uni AU. Violinist Aziraphale, composer Crowley. Hopefully coming Jan 2025. 😘

Who do you want to thank?

First and foremost my bestie, beta and number one hype woman. She's not on Tumblr so I won't mention a name. But she's my favourite human on earth and rest assured she knows.

I won't pick favourites (and you can't make me) but our TNAN discord server has been a lovely found family only 2 months old. But I love them to bits. Thank you all.

And everyone who has read and commented on my fics. I appreciate you all and you are a big reason why I'm still writing. Thank you. 🩵

EDIT CAUSE I'M AN IDIOT AND FORGOT TO TAG PEOPLE @pineappleonbread, @captainblou I know you're working on it but WORK FASTER 😘, @katspause

[crowleystits]

“A taste?” offered he, looking sheepish, the pastry wounded and leaking delicious cream. Crowley opened his own eyes, eyebrows bunching in confusion, utterly befuddled by the sudden turn of the conversation (though not completely vanquished by the distraction from his vulnerability, ogling the bundle in Aziraphale’s hand cautiously.

“I don’t– Taste?" Crowley paused. " You know what– Yeah. Fine.” he continued, shaking his head lightly as his eyebrows raised, displaying the beautiful chasms of the wrinkles on his skin. He didn’t want to taste the sweet, not really, he wanted to taste angelic lips, to plant a kiss so fervent on Aziraphale’s mouth that time would cease ticking for the rest of eternity, leaving them there, together, for the rest of their infinite existence. But Satan, did he love just how affected Aziraphale seemed, how the tectonic quake of his confession had left him pink and breathless.

Chapter 4!!

[seriouslygoodomens]

i tried to do a thing! i don't do our Bildaddy any justice :(

[ladykiller-yt]

C:"oh ssssshit...aaaaangeeeeeel...I fffffeel terrible..."

A:"But what does 'drink responsibly' mean to you?"

C:"Uhmm...I don't know...maybe it means 'don't waste it', 'take care of it', 'don't spill it'. SssSomething like that."

[mimisempai]

Oh Christmas tree

Summary

Aziraphale manages to drag Crowley out to look for a Christmas tree in the small woods behind the cottage. But Crowley's bad mood disappears when the search turns into a snowball fight and ends in a couch cuddle in front of a roaring fire.

Notes

First festive season in the South Dow

On Ao3

Rating G -  1255 words

"You sure you don't like this one, Angel?"

Crowley flipped the catalog over to Aziraphale and showed him a page.

"No, no, no, it's a real Christmas tree or nothing!"

The demon replied in a coaxing tone, "How about a little miracle?"

The angel continued as he pulled on his boots, "No, we've got a forest right behind our house, it'd be silly not to make the most of it."

"But it's been snowing and it's cold and-"

"We'll move, so you'll warm up quickly."

Seeing that he'd lost the argument again, Crowley shuffled to his feet, then pulled on his boots and winter coat, grumbling to make his disagreement clear.

"Why put up with the cold... a snap of the fingers, a wave of the hand, and it's all over. Besides, it's almost dark."

Dressed to go out, he turned back to the angel and almost stumbled because Aziraphale was right next to him. Crowley didn't have time to react as the angel placed a woolly beanie on his head and, after planting a light kiss on his nose, said in a soothing tone, "Come on, stop grumbling."

The demon had never been able to resist the angel's happy, excited expression in several millennia, so of course he would stop grumbling.

But a little later.

He wasn't going to let the angel win so easily.

He followed Aziraphale outside with one last desolate look at the fireplace.

They stopped at the garden shed to pick up the axe and headed for the small wood at the end of the garden.

As they went deeper into the woods, it grew darker and the path narrower, forcing them to walk one behind the other. Crowley felt his bad mood dissipate as he followed Aziraphale, who whistled Christmas carols, the tassel of his bonnet swaying in time with his stride.

A better mood meant the return of mischief, and the demon wasn't about to be denied.

Aziraphale, unaware of anything, kept walking forward when he was suddenly startled by something that hit him in the back. 

Turning around, he had just enough time to see Crowley hiding behind a tree.

"Oh, I see..."

The angel placed the axe against a tree, then, with a determined look on his face, bent down to gather some snow, formed it into a ball, and hurled it at the demon. Crowley stepped aside, thinking it would be easy to dodge, but Aziraphale moved his hand slightly and the snowball made an odd curve before landing smack in the middle of the demon's chest.

"Angel, you're cheating!"

Aziraphale, looking smug, retorted with a smirk, “Who says it's not my innate talent?���

"Oh, you'll regret that."

They continued their impromptu snow battle, where all tricks were allowed, for a few moments before resuming their path to a small clearing surrounded by pines of various shapes and sizes.

"This is it."

"Oh, I see, you've already done your research."

Aziraphale replied sheepishly, "Yes."

"It's okay, Angel, I feel better now. Especially since I won the battle."

"What? It was a dra-"

The angel had to interrupt himself because Crowley had just thrown a snowball at him and said in a smug tone, "Not anymore."

"Oh, you little..."

"All right, Angel, give me the axe and tell me which tree to cut down."

"Do you even know how to use it?"

"I may have been the nanny and you the gardener, but I think I can handle it."

Crowley struck a pose, one hand on his hip and the other on the axe, looking victorious.

Aziraphale chuckled and shook his head. 

"You make a good lumberjack, I must say. Come, it's time to find the perfect tree."

The angel moved among the trees, and each time he pointed to one, Crowley commented.

"It's a little crooked."

"Too wide."

"Too tall."

"Too bushy." 

Suddenly, Aziraphale turned and, seeing the demon's expression, realized that Crowley was mocking him.

"Crowley..."

He slowly approached Crowley and, without warning, dripped snow down the demon's neck. It was his turn to laugh, and Crowley squirmed as the snow trickled down his back.

The angel stood in front of him, striking a victorious pose.

"Now that it's a draw again, do you realize what a mistake you made?"

Voice slightly shaky from the snow now reaching his lower back, Crowley replied, "Y-yes.... The third was perfect."

Aziraphale chuckled and motioned to him, "Get busy cutting it, it'll warm you up."

He watched as the demon took the first swing of the axe, then raised his hand, made a small motion, and with the next swing of the axe, the tree fell.

Crowley, not fooled, said nothing and stepped forward to grab the trunk of the fallen pine.

"So, my dear, I won't be accused of cheating this time?"

"In this case, it's not cheating, it's using common sense."

Aziraphale chuckled as he approached, grabbed the trunk a little farther away, and lifting the tree in pairs, they began to slowly make their way back to their hut.

Some time later, after the tree had been hung to dry in the living room and a hot shower had been taken, the two of them were on the sofa, Crowley lying with his head in the angel's lap.

Two steaming cups of hot chocolate sat on the coffee table in front of them, spreading a pleasant aroma throughout the room.

Aziraphale, stroking Crowley's hair with one hand, said teasingly, "Well, it's much better than one of your artificial horrors, isn't it?"

Crowley chuckled and replied, "See what you say when it starts to dry out and you have to sweep out the thorns every day."

Aziraphale replied, "First of all, WE will have to sweep the thorns every day, and secondly, that's part of the charm of this time of year."

Crowley grumbled but did not respond.

After a few minutes of peaceful silence, however, the demon grasped the hand with which Aziraphale was stroking his hair and asked softly, “Why were you so adamant on the subject of the tree? I sense there's more to you than your love for old, traditional things."

He felt Aziraphale freeze slightly before the angel replied, "Actually, it's because it's our first Christmas here, our first Christmas as... us. I don't want anything that's artificial, almost not... real, you know. I know it's just a tree and-"

"I understand, Angel, and I agree."

Crowley straightened and, taking the angel's hand back in his, said gently, "But give me a little heads-up next time. I wouldn't have protested so much if I'd known the real reason in the first place."

"Sorry, some habits die hard."

"Okay, let's put that on the list of good resolutions for next year. For you and for me."

"What?"

"Dare to say what we really want."

Aziraphale, realizing what Crowley meant, nodded.

"That's a good resolution."

"I think so too."

Aziraphale then asked, "And what do you really want right now?"

Crowley brought his face close to the angel and playfully replied, "How about I show you?"

Without waiting for an answer, the demon closed the distance between them and kissed Aziraphale's lips tenderly.

Then he pulled back and added in the same tone, "And while we're at it, I think we should add another resolution to the list right away."

"Which is?"

"Increase the kissing quota for next year."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"Idiot."

The angel's laughter was quickly interrupted by Crowley, who hadn't waited for the New Year to implement this new resolution.

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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

[wolviestars]

AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY??????

[lvndrlondonfog]

The nightingales haven’t sang for months, leaving the demon with only the soft whistle of a somber, snowy symphony that blew in with the winter breeze.

On the other hand, the winter season brings a new, exciting look to the world for an inexperienced angel; they’re thinking they’re rather starting to like it here.

[groovynightstrawberry]

Well Versed in Etiquette

Written for the Fall Ball Kink Thrall over at @goodomensafterdark. Thanks to @sixbynine-da and @wingsofopal for setting up the event!

Rating: E

Words: 9.7k

Summary:

Aziraphale's life is calm. Safe.

Boring.

Until his friend Anathema drags him along for moral support one morning to get her ear pierced. Aziraphale had never considered such things for himself, but one look at the skinny redhead doing the piercing, and suddenly he changes his mind.

Excerpt:

Aziraphale got his first piercing rather by accident.

He’d intended to spend the day quietly, pottering around the bookshop and trying his best not to sell any books. Maybe taking a long lunch to try that new Italian place that had opened up around the corner. The usual.

All that was rather spoiled by the ringing of the antique telephone on his desk at approximately ten past nine, halfway through his pre-opening cup of tea. Aziraphale sighed, put the teacup carefully down on its saucer, and picked up the phone.

“I’m afraid we’re closed.”

“Aziraphale!” The voice on the other end was familiar—Anathema was the captain of his weekly pub quiz team—but not expected. She knew he owned the bookshop, of course, and the telephone number was publicly available information, but she’d never called him before. “I need a favour.”

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[jhinthony]

season 3 predictions

yes this is just a "moon's haunted" joke what about it

blank versions bc i like the backgrounds

[sayatsugu]

Crumbling

[mintybagels]

i was falling asleep and thought of this so now it’s like 3am jesus i need to go to sleep ok bye

[pien-art]

more good omens!! literally whats up with these guys