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3 times Crowley stops the urge to kiss Azi(1+ when he doesn't)

Fandom: Good Omens

Chapters: 3/4 Previous Chapter | Next Chapter

Warnings: Suicide

Summary:

[Based on my Good Omens Reincarnation AU!]

A broken promise was left for Crowley

Chapter Three ✧ Stars ✧ Year 1957

Crowley met a boy at the orphanage he lives in.

Rumors flew around, some say the older kid was here because he disembodied his parents. Others say that he was thrown away here because of some crime. But it was all speculation, bullshit if Crowley has any say.

Crowley didn't believe those words even though others did. He had a gut feeling– either way he’d trust his gut more than the words of those bastards. He eyes one of the bullies who kept laughing at him from afar. He just gave them a stink eye and focused his attention on his food but then he noticed the infamous boy leaving the cafeteria, whilst others were throwing insults at him.

It's funny how comically tragic their life is, both orphaned at a young age and left to fend for yourself against these ferocious creatures who share the same face as them. 

He decides to follow the boy. It’s much better than to listen to their snickering and whines. 

They ended up at a bench near the cathedral. The boy, shocked as he realized someone had followed him, asks guardedly.

“What do you want.”

Crowley raises his hands, calming the boy down. “Not an enemy, I'm just the same as you. Those guys are dickwads.”

The boy’s demeanor slightly changed, but his guard was still up as he sat on the bench.

He lowered his hands and sat beside him. “Self righteous assholes amirite?”

“Tell me about it.” The boy sighs, getting more comfortable. “I didn’t do nothing to them, but they suddenly went up their ways and disturb me every single time. It's annoying.”

He nods. “I don’t get it as well. Most likely they were the one who spreaded rumors bout’ you.”

“Rumors?”

“Yea.” Crowley starts. “They say you murdered your parents, or that you were a criminal so your parents threw you here.” He heard the boy scoff.

“What a fantasy they have, lot of them.” He unwraps his sandwich.

“I know right? I remember them making rumors bout’ me burning my house down so my parents kicked me out.” Crowley recalls his first time here, it was not welcoming indeed.

“Gosh those bastards.” He angrily bites on his sandwich, offering some to Crowley. He declines and says he’s full.

“What’s your name, by the way?” The older boy asks.

“My name’s Charles, but my friends call me Crowley.”

“Crowley? What an odd nickname.” 

He playfully scoffs. “Okay mister perfectionist, what's yours then?”

“Mine’s Aziraphale.” He counters.

“Huh, like that angel?”

“You read the bible?” Aziraphale asks, curiosity filled his face.

“I mean, yea, why else would I know you’re named after an angel?”

“Huh.” He says with a small smile. “Never peg you’d even touch a bible.”

“Mate, we literally live in an orphanage funded by a church. Of course they do bible studies for kids.” He replies with a patronizing tone, in which Aziraphale laughs. 

Crowley couldn’t help but be infected by his laugh.

Without regard, they talked for long hours– too long in fact that a nun calls them in for cleaning time.

-

Crowley made a friend at the orphanage he lives in. They got along well. Too well perhaps.

His name is Aziraphale.

It's been, what, four years now since they’ve known each other.

They surprisingly have a lot of similarities– like how they don't like oysters, or that they both like reading– or that they both enjoyed wrecking havoc(though azi’s more tamer in Crowley’s humble opinion).  

He looks at the boy, who now looks older than they first met, and admires him.

The sun kissed his entire being, he sits there like a riveting painting of an angel. It’s fitting, just like his name. Him just staying there draws breath that he doesn't need, it serves as a reminder of how he can be so dangerously captivating. 

These thoughts confuse Crowley sometimes.

“Hey Crowley?” Aziraphale’s voice whispered. They were both in Crowley’s room hanging out, yet the sound of his angel’s voice stilled the once welcomed silence.

“Yes?”

“Can I ask a probably intrusive question?”

Curious, Crowley agrees.

Nothing seemed wrong when it came to him.

He stays silent for a second. Taking a deep breath, he asks.

“How.. did you get here? What was the reason?”

Crowley didn’t expect that. Had he been waiting to ask that? No wonder his mood was a bit different today.

“Of course, it's alright if you don't answer– you don't have to feel pressured and—.” Seeing his silence, Aziraphale filled it with his excuses. 

He even thought it was cute.

“Angel, it's okay.” He replies.

“I’d be happy to answer that, no need to explain” He smiles, then continues.

“Well.. my parents died in an aircraft detonation, it was a horrific terrorist attack.” He fiddles with his fingers, ignoring the shock on his face.

“I was supposedly with them, but I kept whining how scary it was to be on air.” His brows knit, recalling memories he once buried. 

“Annoyed by my antics, they left me at my uncle’s house. I remember my mom saying she’ll bring me back a souvenir–” He pauses, but he can already see the sorrow on Aziraphale’s face without looking. “–guess their souvenir was their caskets.”He chuckles at his own dark joke. 

He stops for a second. He felt heavy in his heart to continue. 

He knew the time would come when it was finally his turn to open up– about what happened. He was happy that he could share it with someone who cares.

He tries not to let it affect him as he continues on. “Then that druggie excuse of an uncle couldn’t take care of me, s–so he sent me here in this hell.” He tries not to let any tear fall even though his voice was at the verge of collapsing. 

“Th—they, those bully bastards— once they knew why I was here, they started calling me a–” His voice no longer coherent, started stuttering out his well crafted answer– he was always prepared for this. 

A cold tear fell on his cheek, yet it was replaced by warm hands that wiped them away. As they kept streaming down, his angel delicately wiped them all– embracing him tight even with the agonizing grief kept stabbing the angel.

“You don't have to continue, I understand.”

With bated breaths, he lets out a raspy ‘thank you’

Aziraphale’s warm hands cradle him close, with him hugging tighter

That night, they got even closer than ever.

-

He learns that his angel loves stargazing.

“Angel angel angel.” He runs to his room excitedly. Spotting the boy sitting on his bed, he walks over to him.

“What.” Azi, who was in the middle of reading, asks– his gaze tears through Crowley with affection despite the annoyance in his voice.

“I found a spot! A perfect spot to stargaze!”

“Really?” He closes the book, his attention now pique. 

“Yes! But they say it's better to go there around August though.” He says dejectedly, sitting beside Aziraphale.

The older boy just chuckles as he pats his head.

“There, there. Don’t worry love, we have time—” Yet he contradicts his words right then and there with sudden rapid coughs. His brows knitted in pain as he held his throat, his coughs still uncontained.

“Angel? Are you al—” His sentence went offrail as fresh dotted patterns of red splattered on the lavender sheets, splashes of red that came from Aziraphale’s mouth.

He learns that day that they might not stargaze for a while.

“SISTER GRACE!” Crowley rushes out of their room, carrying Aziraphale in his arms. Dorm doors opened by his ruckus, but he couldn’t care less about their days. 

“SISTER GRACE, SISTER MARIE.”

The painful yells of a distraught young boy resounded, yet none of the bystanders cried for help with him.

What a cruel world indeed.

He pushes his way to the dean’s office, clocking everyone in the way.

-

Crowley met a boy at the orphanage he lives in. They got along well—very well if he might. His name is Aziraphale. His Angel.

But this friend of his is now lying in an unfamiliar bed, with tubes and IV fluids snaked around his unmoving body. 

He was isolated by a transparent barrier, a barrier so easy to destroy but so hard to do so.

They say it's influenza that struck him, with doctors saying that it's more prominent on kids than on adults to contract the virus.

They say it's a pandemic. They say it’s quite deadly. They warn him to stray far from his light as it may burn him in the process.

But Crowley couldn’t care less.

He brings the chair near the bed, much to Aziraphale’s dismay.

“What are you doing Crowley?” Aziraphale asks in a deadpan voice, voice too hoarse to talk. 

Aziraphale’s hair started to grow after that incident, and so did Crowley’s worry. They stayed here for so long yet not even proper medicine for his voice could cure his sickness.

“I’m not leaving you angel. I’m staying here.” He replies grudgingly, snuggling into his seat.

“You do know there’s a thing called ‘visiting hours’?”

“And do you know there’s this thing called ‘I dont give a fuck’?” He retorts. Aziraphale just lets out a rasp sigh as he sits up, facing Crowley.

In a worry, he stands up and almost moves the barrier. 

“What are you doing!? You should stay down! It might affect your health angel.”

“Same applies to me. With you here, you might get infected.” Crowley frowns. 

“So what? I’m still not leaving you.”

Aziraphale sighs once again as he lays back down, ignoring Crowley’s smug smile.

The silence came back once again. Crowley hated this somber feeling, it reminds him so much of his parent’s funeral.

Aziraphale, noticing his demeanor change, says. “Don’t be down Crowley. I’ll get better and we can see the stars as promised.”

He scoffs, but his eyes betray him. “Sure sure, just get better.” He says as he brings out a book to read.

Welcomed silence engulfed them once more, but on the look of azirapahle’s face– it seems he had more to say.

“Have I ever told you how I was abandoned?” Crowley looks up from his book, eyes shaking as he hears those words.

He had been curious, but he learned not to stick his nose in anyone’s business.

“No, you haven’t.”

Silence. 

It was always silence that accompanied both of them, yet none of them objected its presence.

“They found out I was gay.”

Silence was always their comfort friend, it knows when it's needed and knows when it doesn’t.

“They were ashamed of me.”

Sometimes, silence was more than of an enough answer– but sometimes it isn’t

“As a born and raised Catholic, I was their greatest shame. They cursed and ridiculed me, their own son.” Aziraphale clutches the sheets, trembling slightly from his own words.

“They didn’t just abandon me. They disowned and marked me dead– to never come back to them.” He shakily breathes in. “From the start, I was always the disappointment. It was so easy for them to do this since it was like they planned it from the start.”

Aziraphale looks at Crowley for comfort, but all he saw was his blank expression staring back at him.

Silence didn't quite fit them.

-

Crowley knows someone at the orphanage he lives in. His name is Aziraphale. 

“Time of death, July 31st, 12:01 am.”

He’s someone dear to him.

The Doctor pulls the sheets up, forever covering his face.

He wanted to stop him. Ask him why put such a cloth over his face, but he knew better.

Somber as the lights, his light fades darker.

The world spins for a bit, his eyes disorienting him.

“Fuck.” He mutters, clenching his hair hard. The nurse advised him to stop, but all he can hear was whispers– shouts and noises he couldn't explain– visions he couldn't comprehend. iT was all static– then he was bombarded with remnants of familiar things.

Everything all at once came flooding in.

He remembers.

He finally got his memories back, but he was so fucking late.

He remembers dying, around the same time a long time ago. It was an accident really, a nice accident. He never expected to meet his angel this early on though.

As the headache subsided, every thought in his mind became clear.

That night, the hospital room heard the echoes of anguish from a boy whose mind juvenile yet soul old.

A night to forever mark his regrets.

-

Crowley knew a person– loved that person. And they did the same back, but more impactful than Crowley could ever be. More than what Crowley is.

His name is Aziraphale. His angel. 

He walks by the cliffside, with a letter in hand. His strides never stopping as he leaps through the safety barriers. 

He stopped a few steps once he felt the strong seawater air touch his face.

He leers down, the crashing waves felt so melodious in his ears right now. It pulls him, he wants to get closer to the waves.

Step.

After the fire from a lifetime ago, he wonders how it’d feel being hugged in cold through death. Fire hurts, it burns. 

Step.

It was a good thing he was an orphan. No attachments to this life, nor would anyone find him.

Step.

He confirms the letter once more, looking at the contents. He then places down, puts a rock above it. 

Step. 

He wished that he and Aziraphale came here to watch the stars, now it’ll be such a bitter memory for him.

Step.

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i want one

[maikee-akihiro]

3 times Crowley stops the urge to kiss Azi(1+ when he doesn't)

Fandom: Good Omens

Chapter: 1/4 Next Chapter

Summary:

[Based on my Good Omens Reincarnation AU! This will be a little compilation of ficlets showcasing the different timelines where Crowley and Azi meet. The actual fanfic won't be posted yet as of now.]

Aziraphale asks Crowley for a favor, in return makes him go all PTSD for about a second.

Chapter One ✧ Cleaning with love ✧ Year 2023(Present Time)

“Why in such a hurry, angel?” the man with sunglasses asked, eyeing down the gentleman buttoning up his sleeves in a hurry.

“Oh Crowley love, don’t be down. I promise we’ll have breakfast tomorrow.” With those pleading eyes that his angel uses against him, how could he ever refuse his words? But with a sulk, he just nods. 

“By the way Crowley, can you help me at the bookshop later?” Aziraphale asked, fixing his bow tie by the mirror. Crowley just watches him do his daily routine, so serene and quiet. 

He hopes to himself that this would last

Rejuvenated by knowing they’ll hang out later, he quickly replies. “Sure, I don’t have anything scheduled today.” 

With a smile— Oh how Crowley loves his warm yet mischievous grin, he picks up his messenger bag and gives Crowley a peck as he left. 

He agreed to his simple request, it wasn’t a biggie. He can always reschedule his board meeting tomorrow. His angel always comes first. Definitely not because he was clingy. Definitely not.

He touches his cheek, still feeling the fleeting caress of his soft lips. It was a scoop of something he always craved, and now within the boundless time right now– he can enjoy it. 

“Cancel our meeting later, I had a sudden appointment.” Crowley says to the phone as he picks out a nice leather jacket.

He wonders what would be urgent that his angel needed his helping hands?

He shuts the closet doors, sprawling the jacket over the bed. “But sir, this is an annual board—”

“Cancel.” He says with finality, not leaving any room to argue. The employee on the other end sighs in resignation. 

The call ends with him victorious.

He should probably give him a raise. He notes that in his notes app.

-

Now he’s at the bookshop, holding various dusters and an apron.

“Here, take this as well.” With his signature smile, Aziraphale hands him the broom.

Scam— my angel scammed me. He thought as he arranged the clattered books, stacking them up.

And here he thought–

His thoughts were cut off when he hears a disgruntled yelp.

“Ouch!”

He’d recognise that whine anywhere.

Dropping everything in hand, he quickly runs to Aziraphale’s side with worry plastered on his face. Putting his hand to the side of his face, he questions. “What the matter, angel?” 

Aziraphale’s face winced in pain as he rubs his head, saying. “A stray book fell off.” 

Crowley looks at the assailant, and notices a lot of books weren’t placed correctly—with some barely even inserted. He also notices how slightly shaky the shelf is.

How old is this thing?

He returns his gaze to Aziraphale, who was still talking.

“The fricking spine directly hit my head—"  

But before he could even finish his sentence, it was like the books wanted to fight them because every single book on the shelf started to fall.

Without any thought, Crowley instantly shielded his angel from the books as they descended with such drama, some even pried open mid flight. 

Why are these books so heavy!? 

It hits him square on his upper back. With a grunt, he tries to flex his arms. 

One minute they were dusting the shelves and arranging books, next thing he got Aziraphale pinned between his arms, protecting him from falling books of all things.

What an unlucky day, though– at least he was here and those books didn’t topple his angel.

He realized something.

What if he didn’t came? What if he continued the board meeting? Would he find Aziraphale all bloodied up with a cracked open skull?

He didn’t even want to think about that possibility. 

He got reminded yet again of the memories, of times when he let his guard down just for a second.

That could’ve happened now if he wasn’t so absent minded!

Aziraphale, noticing him tremble, asked worriedly. “Crowley– love? Did the books hit you hard?”

He remembers the trembling face of his angel trapped underneath the rubble. He remembers the fire painfully licking his skin, remembers reaching out and clutching pul–

He felt gentle hands cradling his face. Ones so warm and affectionately sweet. Ones that he recognizes.

Snapping back to reality, he makes eye contact with his angel. He also realizes how close their faces are to each other.

“Are you back, my love?” Aziraphale asks.

Slowly, the two faces of the Aziraphale in his memories and his reality merged– reminding him that it was all past.

He stops the urge to kiss him, because right now he has unholy thoughts that he would not like to divulge in this awkward moment. 

“Yes, thanks angel.” He says– albeit blushing– as he mirrors him, caressing his face as he lets his forehead touch his.

“Thank you so much.”

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squid game 457 AU where In-ho went into the games but instead for his wife its for his lover, Gi-hun✨✨

[maikee-akihiro]

GOOD OMENS - Reincarnation AU

I have a idea where both Azi and Crowley are humans but reincarnated over and over again until they meet here in modern time as a bookshop owner/professor(Azi) and a planetarium director(Crowley)

Here's the kicker, Crowley remembers all of their lives and has to watch and remember how Azi dies each time. He thinks it's a curse to remember whilst his lover doesn't, that he did something to anger the Gods out here so he tries to get to the bottom of it but each time he does he either implicates himself or Azi—so he stopped looking for answers.

To make it easier to cope and to spend more time together, he finds Azi as early in his life as possible. He gets a bit possessive over time but isn't he always like that?

I'll prolly make a fic for this when I have time LOL

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I say deserved

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3 times Crowley stops the urge to kiss Azi(1+ where he doesn't) by Akihiro

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: MCD & Implied Suicide

Summary:

“Crowley? What an odd nickname.” He playfully scoffs.“Okay mister perfectionist, what's yours then?” “Mine’s Aziraphale.” He counters. “Huh, like that angel?" “You read the bible?” Aziraphale asks, curiosity filled his face. “I mean, yea, why else would I know you’re named after an angel?” “Huh.” He says with a small smile. “Never peg you’d even touch a bible.”

—In a universe where everything is constant, Aziraphale is what keeps Crowley going.

ITS OUT ON AO3! PLEASE GIVE IT LOVE (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

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Happy Valentines day!

As hearts day bloom in different forms, I give @topsyturvy-turtely this fic as my gift. I hope you enjoy this! I'm not good with fluff so I hope you like it (⁠•⁠ ⁠▽⁠ ⁠•⁠;⁠)

The Art of Loving Again by Akihiro for @topsyturvy-turtely

Rating: General Audiences

Fandom: Good Omens

Relationship: Aziraphale x Crowley

Word Count: 8k | Completed

Summary:

After a failed marriage and past grievances, Aziraphale decided to be done with love. But with an unexpected meeting with a guy at a supermarket, he thinks he might give love another chance.

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Love Scout ramble

I finally got around to watch the show after my hectic(fucking loaded) schedule, and let me just say:

OMGGGG IM CURRENTLY IN THE MIDDLE OF EPISODE 3 AND ITS SO GOOD????

I mean I know it'll be good if my man Lee Jun-hyuk is there *tucks hair behind ear* but my god I was hooked

But like, so far its been so good. The pacing, the actors/actresses, the story. It's my cup of tea indeed

I didn't even know headhunters existed up until now, so that's a new fun fact!

The leading actress' acting has been fantastic so far, I might add her to my favs soon. AND their chemistry? Y'all if you watched me watching the show, I was smiling under by blankie and kicking my feet LMAO.

How's your experience with the show so far?

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gotta send this to our catholic school's principal and see if she'll say shit again LOL

crowley

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my friend's gift (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠）

sad they dont have tumblr so I can tag them

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Good Omens ramble

After finishing 3 times Crowley stops the urge to kiss Azi(+1 when he doesn't), I'm thinking of making another one called:

3 times Crowley watched Aziraphale die(+1 where he saves him)

Just for the shits and giggles BWHSHAHAHAHA

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Something I can see him doing smh

"i swear on my life" bitch you keep dying swear on something else

-Leonard to Klein, probably

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Aki's Intro and Master Post + Commission Info

INTRODUCTION

Hello there~ *winks*

I'm Akihiro, you can also call me Maikee(I have two pen names, sue me) or Hiro, or Aki, or Mai— honestly whatever u prefer.

I'm a bisexual woman who loves reading and writing but doesn't have enough time to do either.

I'm a multi-fandom girlie, so if you wanna know them check em out here! But my top five are definitely Good Omens, ORV, LOTM, Doctor Who s1-s6(not done yet sadly), and Mouthwashing.

I love indie rock/pop! Bands like Arctic Monkeys, Glass Animals, and 1D are my vibe. So if u have recos pls reco them to me<3

My top artists are def Conan Gray, Hozier, Chappell Roan, and Lewis Capaldi. What's yours?

Let's head to the comms info~!

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Valentines Gram!!

You're not my friend | SOON

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i wanna write a fic sb but these exams are literal cock blockers

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(Not)Cafe Dates by Akihiro

Fandom: Squid Games

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Summary:

“Is Kang Sae-byeok not here?” Nobody answers her question. She sees other people shrugging so she was about to mark her as absent when the lecture doors bursted open. Standing in the center was a woman with a haphazardly worn jacket and untied shoelaces. Ji-yeong questions herself on how she can even see that far but focuses on the notable freckles of the woman–it reminded her of the glistening stars she saw once in a planetarium. Wow, totally my type. “I’m Kang Sae-byeok.” —In a universe were the world was more forgiving. A life where Kang Sae-byeok and Ji-yeong meet once more.