#oblivious Aziraphale

[harborsidedock]

Lost fic please help 😭

TLDR: Aziraphale tells a human professor friend that the A in A. Z. Fell stands for Anthony, leading to some confusion later on. Featuring Aziraphale being oblivious and accidentally leading on said professor friend. Was on AO3.

Takes place in Aziraphale's bookshop, Az POV. Az is excited to have made a human friend for the first time in a while, but panics and tells the guy the A in A. Z. Fell stands for Anthony. Cue Az becoming friends with this guy (who is a professor), and unintentionally leading him on by going to things like lectures and stuff with him. At some point guy comes in while Az is in bookshop with Crowley, and the guy calls Az "Anthony," much to Crowley's confusion. He also assumes Az and Crowley are dating and accuses Az of leading him on, much to Aziraphale's confusion.

I have been looking for this fic for months, have trawled through dozens of pages of my history and haven't been able to find it. Does anyone know this fic or can confirm it's been deleted??

[ineffablelunatic]

Crowley absolutely nerds out about the meanings of plants. There is an actual Victorian language of flowers, and he's definitely fluent. He sends Aziraphale bouquets in the language, but Aziraphale doesn't understand them at all and just thinks "oh, nice flowers!" and never mentions it to Crowley.

Imagine this: Crowley finally works up the nerve to tell Aziraphale he loves him using a bouquet of flowers, and Aziraphale is just completely oblivious. So we have Crowley in a gay panic because Aziraphale isn't picking up his hints and Azira just admiring his flowers and not noticing that anything is wrong.

Crowley's suffering is never-ending.

[youryurigoddess]

Imagine the amount of Good Omens relationship drama that could have been avoided with Aziraphale conducting one simple Google search and finding undeniable proof that Crowley is interested in him.

Crowley rubs his chin while watching Aziraphale, walks in a suspiciously undulating way, circles around his angel protectively, pushes and nudges him.

The biting part though? Remains to be seen.

[gleafer]

The sheer willpower that Mr. Brown has when he sees the slightest chance of having a shot with Mr. Fell is breathtaking.

Literally, if Crowley can help it.

[crowlixcx]

[randommmthoughts]

Go read this!

It is a fluffy, very easy read. Helps very good when you’re feeling a little down <3

So.” Aziraphale clears his throat, staring into his mug of tea and wishing he could drown in it, because what could be more embarrassing for an author than the question he’s about to ask? “Have you, ah, read it?”

Crowley raises his eyebrow.

“Your memoir?” Crowley drawls.

[foolishlovers]

anything can be a good omens au if you’re unhinged enough

[laniakea314]

Love it when people assume that Aziraphale and Crowley are together because they’re so obvious to everyone except each other

“Sorry to break up an intimate moment”

“You’re better off without him”

“Don’t think your boyfriend in the dark glasses will get you special treatment in hell”

“Sometime in the last 80/90 years I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item”

“You’ve been together long? You and your partner?”

[boylikeanangel]

mean absolutely zero hate by this at all but talking to non book fans casually about certain details of the book is literally the funniest shit ever like yall are so sweet you dont know anything. yes aziraphale gets called a faggot in the book. by an eleven year old girl. and yes crowley revives the dove at the birthday party not aziraphale. and book fans got so mad about this change that they initially boycotted the show when it came out in 2019. dont worry I dont get it either. please continue to be confused about all this it makes my day every time I see someone in my tags be outraged they put homophobic slurs in a book written in 1989 <3

[gaerfinn]

Well, you’re assuming he knows the reason is Crowley’s eyes, and to be frank, I don’t think he does. Not on a conscious level, he hasn’t really admitted that to himself. He “just really likes yellow”, as far as he’s concerned.

Do you think Aziraphale ever looks at his walls and smiles to himself remembering why he had them painted the way he did?

Do you think through Aziraphales POV when Crowley walks in it’s like all of the color in the shop fades away and his eyes look prettier than ever?

Do you think he ever TOLD Crowley why he painted his shop the way he did?

[ineffableaddiction]

Everyone talks about how Crowley doesn’t eat, but he’s clearly devouring Aziraphale here.

[sabotage-on-mercury]

Oh, be quiet (E, 1/3, 4.7k)

It is the happiest of times for Aziraphale: After years of hard work, he finally gets casted for his first major leading role in an elite theatre production.

If only he didn't have to work with Crowley, a notorious West End star, as famous for his arrogance as he is for his magnetic stage presence. (And for looking unfairly good in those indecently tight jeans.)

This nuisance of a man is constantly trying to challenge Aziraphale with his snarky remarks - and a fierce quarrel between the two most cantankerous actors ensues.

A Rivals to Lovers theatre AU

[read more on ao3]

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written for the @gomens-theatre-bang

[youryurigoddess]

Aziraphale’s wine

It is a truth universally acknowledged in the Good Omens fandom that an angel in need of a drink turns to his secret stash of Châteauneuf-du-Pape in the back room. He picked up a dozen cases in 1921, and a whole century later there's still some left… for special occasions.

Just to put things in perspective, a standard case contains 12 750ml bottles, for a total of 9 liters of wine. A dozen cases equals 144 bottles, or 108 liters of wine. That’s quite a lot for a single purchase, so Aziraphale — the established sherry and sweet drinks connoisseur — must have had a good reason for it.

One potential explanation is the aura of grandeur around this particular wine. The papal connection, rich history of the region, and recognition of high quality products give Châteauneuf-du-Pape wines a very luxurious status, considerably influencing their price tags. And Aziraphale is known to have standards.

Another one is the way in which their taste differs from Aziraphale’s usual choices: Châteauneuf-du-Pape reds are often described as earthy with gamey flavors that have hints of tar and leather. The wines are considered tough and tannic in their youth, but maintain their rich spiciness as they age.

Since everything in Good Omens has a meaning, it never hurts to run through a quick Strong’s Concordance search whenever a date pops up in a dialogue or, even more importantly, somewhere on screen. More often than not the result seems to match the researched topic, as it’s the case here:

1921: to know exactly, to recognize.

Provided examples: I come to know by directing my attention to him or it, I perceive, discern, recognize; I found out. The general usage of the word usually refers to knowing someone aptly, properly, thoroughly, even biblically. Which might be either a wishful thinking on Aziraphale’s part or just another layer of subtext in this already romantically charged scene. The table dressing, multiple candles, and focus on the lamps with Auguste Moreau’s Young Lovers statues in the background seem to successfully communicate what the angel left unsaid.

Too bad that Crowley remained so adorably oblivious for the next eighty years. At least when he finally came to the realization, he responded with an attempted temptation to another vintage red wine @vidavalor already analyzed.

But back to Aziraphale’s wine. To be exact, it’s a 1921 Châteauneuf-du-Pape from the domaine de Baban. An actual French vineyard from the Rhône region that still exists to this day, even though a few decades ago it got merged with another estate into what is now known as domaine Riché-Baban. According to the local guides, the 11 hectares on the estate are located in the Châteauneuf-du-Pape designation area in the Bois Lauzon and Mourre de Baud districts. At the moment 90% of the wines produced there are sent to wine dealers.

1920s were quite an interesting time for this region, but not because of the flapper cabarets or drag shows usually associated with the era on the Old Continent. To the horror of European oenophiles, right after World War I the whole of France found itself awash with fake wine. One of the worst outrages was the use of lead that magically transformed cheap, acid wine into something deceptively rich and sweet on the outside and one of the most powerful neurotoxins on the inside. People were already well aware of its effects — the poisoning from drinking sweetened wine probably made Handel go blind and Beethoven go deaf, but it shows how desperate for sweetness they were before sugar became available to the masses.

Admittably, it wasn’t a new practice. Far from it — the Romans liked it so much that they even advised to pack lead pans on travels to boil local wine in them to make it sweeter, especially in colder provinces like Britannia. But Aziraphale didn’t buy twelve cases of counterfeit wine for the sake of some good memories of Rome and its many health hazards. No, the fussy angel made sure to get the actually good stuff from the other side of the English Channel.

Henry Tacussel, whose name is mentioned on his wine label, was a French viticulturalist and a close friend of Baron Pierre Le Roy of the Chateau Fortia nearby, a trained lawyer and fellow winegrower from Châteauneuf-du-Pape who established the Winegrowers' Union of the Rhône Valley. Together with the Baron he became one of the founders of Appellation d'origine contrôlée (AOC), a labeling system intended to protect regional products and technologies that is still in use in France and serves as an inspiration to similar solutions worldwide. Their efforts were deliberately centred on Châteauneuf-du-Pape because with such a beguiling name even in comparison to other labels it seemed to attract an undue share of fraudsters at the time.

Soon after Aziraphale’s shopping spree, the local wine producers led by Le Roy and Tacussel began a very long campaign to establish legal protection for the wine from their commune. The delimited area and the method of wine production were finally awarded legal recognition after a decade, in 1933, but it wasn’t the end of the criminal activities on this front. An undercover investigation by The Sunday Times discovered that most of the “Châteauneuf” in the 1960s Britain was actually blended and bottled in Ipswich.

One question remains: was it a purely human affair, or maybe one requiring a demonic or angelic intervention?

[somegoodomens]

Deeply in love and meant for each other.

[waitingtobebroken]

You Don't Need A Licence For That (Ch 2, 5.5K words, Rated M)

Summary:

Crowley works for the city council and is responsible for issuing licences and permits. Aziraphale seems to be hoarding them. Crowley should really reject some of those applications. And he will, once he is done pining over Aziraphale. Really, he will!

And a little excerpt as I kept giggling writing this part specifically!

Aziraphale seemed deep in thought. "How about if I use them? Would I need a licence for that?" Oh, Someone. Not even a fucking mountain would have been able to hide the full body shiver those words caused Crowley. "What do you- What do you mean by that? Use what?" He shouldn't have asked that. He should. Not. Have asked that. He had always been told his curiosity was his best and worst quality. "Well, Muriel, they sold me a few toys. They tried to give them to me at first, a sort of welcome to the neighbourhood gift. I told them I could never accept such a thing, this is a business, I told them, and only accepted the welcome basket once they had let me pay for it fully. Although I do suspect they gave me a great discount, to tell you the truth." Aziraphale looked at him as if he was waiting for his input, as if this was not a story of someone gifting him a basket full of sex toys and Crowley felt like he was going to scream.

(Only time will tell if I will ever stop making jokes about this!)