#ineffable husbands fics

[mimisempai]

A Sunday in the Park

It was a quiet, peaceful Sunday afternoon. 

Crowley and Aziraphale taken a picnic to the near by park. They treasured these peaceful moments together. When all was beautiful with light and colors dancing about. When they had the day off from saving humanity. 

Crowley had brought frozen peas with him to feed the ducks which were lazily swimming in the lake and lounging about in the shade of the large sycamore trees. 

A duck cautiously approached Crowley who had his hand out very still holding some peas. The duck grabbed a mouthful and waddled away happily back over to the other ducks. Crowley smiled. It was such a simple thing but always brought Crowley happiness. Aziraphale was too busy setting out the eccle cakes that he didn’t notice the duck feeding from Crowley’s hand. He was startled out of his concentration when Crowley gave him a tap on the shoulder. 

“You’re lucky” Crowley said pridefully.

“What?” Aziraphale replied puzzled. 

“You’re lucky. You’re my ducky.” 

Aziraphale let out a chuckle. 

“I am indeed very very lucky.” 

Aziraphale handed Crowley a glass of champagne.

“To being your ducky” Aziraphale said grinning. 

“To a sunday afternoon in the park with you” Crowley responded. 

They clinked their glasses together, as the warm sun shown down on them, creating a reminiscent glow.

Thank you !! Absolutely adorable! Absolutely them!

[doctorqueensanatomy]

a brief snapshot of a forgotten memory

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It is often stated that the earliest signs of civilisation can be found in the first healed femur.

This is wrong.

The earliest sign of civilization came when an Angel healed the wings of a Demon, because he believed it to be the right thing to do.

[caligmaera]

im late but happy 5 year anniversary tv good omens <3

[vavoom-sorted-art]

puttin' on the ritz III

The third installment of J.C. Leyendecker inspired art for @moonyinpisces' amazing 1920's fic puttin' on the ritz.

I hope you guys enjoyed my delve into the Roarin' 20's as much as I did!

Here's links to the other two:

Outfit Designs | Opulent Pillar

[thatskindarough]

“‘I just…I thought you might like to come back, one day,’ Crowley said very quietly. Aziraphale’s foot pressed against his again, and Crowley drew in a sudden breath, as if he hadn’t been breathing properly since Aziraphale had stopped touching him.”

This piece was a commission from the lovely @fellshish for their lovely friend, @alphacentaurinebula ‘s fic What Are You Doing Here? This fic is cute, funny, heartwarming, and incredibly spicy, and I’m very much looking forward to finishing it! Thank you Fells for being wonderful to work with, and happy (belated) birthday to you Alphacentauri, I’m very happy I could do this for you!

[metalmiez]

‚You’re getting sappy again, angel.‘

‚Hmmm, I don’t see why that’s a problem‘ said angel murmured and his grip around the demon’s waist tightened.

Crowley rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t fight the fond smile that creeped up his lips. His left hand found its way into the angel’s curls and he placed a gentle kiss on Aziraphale’s hairline, lingered into the soft touch. The angel hummed and caressed the demons back.

‚Who‘s the sappy one now?‘ he teased.

‚Oh, shut up‘ Crowley complained, lips still on the angel‘s forehead. He felt Aziraphale laugh.

‚I’m sorry, my love. Of course that‘s all part of your malicious, evil plan‘

‚M‘yea. Very malicious plan‘ the demon grumbled as he put his arms around the angels neck ‚Very, very evil.‘

[sayatsugu]

Inspired by Factory Settings

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[j4y-k4y]

aziracrow in the wild wild west 🌵

[hg-aneh]

youtuber x streamer AU: Coming Out Stream Edition 💥

[yourangle-yuordevil]

Minutes before disaster... cheers! 😏

[siobhans-world]

Soooooo, I did some art to celebrate reaching the smutty part of my Good Omens Human AU fic - Telling tall tales.

OMG smut is hard to write when you're much more of a reader than a writer haha

[acsalvafanart]

It's Them

[crowleys-hips]

i think it's really funny when people describe Crowley's hair as silky or soft or something along those lines in fics, because if you look at David Tennant closely, you can see they used like 50 hair products on his hair to sculpt that shit to perfection. it's probably hard as a rock or stickier than glue. i want a fic where it's like:

Crowley rests his head on Aziraphale's chest, snuggling close. The angel smiles and raises his hand to stroke his hair, but once his fingers are buried in those shiny red locks, they're trapped in a crunchy sea of slick goop. The slimy texture sticks to his fingers like superglue. He tries to pull his hand back, but it's completely stuck. Not even three consecutive miracles can do the trick. He prays for salvation.

[vavoom-sorted-art]

They kissed in 1941

This goes with @TheScholarlyStrumpet's story "Almost Lost, Always Found" and was a birthday gift for a dear friend of ours! <3

[goodomensao3tagoftheday]