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Crowley’s high standards…

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Fictober 2023 #8

Prompt #8 - "Give me that, before something happens"

Fanfiction: Good Omens

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Pairing: Pre-Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow

Other Notes: Before the Fall, Crowley wants to show Aziraphale something. 633 words!

“Aziraphale!” A strident voice rang through the formless white halls of this particular corner of Heaven, attracting the attention of the industrious cherub, who was just putting the finishing touches on a drawing. “Aziraphale!”

“Over here!” he called in reply, leaning back to admire his work. A moment later, an angel with a curly mop of red hair appeared.

“Ah, there you are! D’you— oh,” he paused, taking in the drawing, “How are the people coming along, then?”

“Oh, quite splendidly,” Aziraphale replied, pleased that his friend had taken the time to notice, “I think we’ve just about perfected the design.”

“Lovely. Do you have a moment?” There was an urgency in the redheaded angel’s voice that took Aziraphale aback, and he turned fully to face him, blinking in surprise. 

“Yes, of course.”

“Good. Look, I’ve got this letter here from Luc—” Aziraphale snatched the scroll from the other angel’s hand before he could complete his brandishing gesture and thrust it inside his robes.

“Give me that, before anything happens! Come here.” He seized his friend’s hand and with a blur and a shimmer, they departed the offices of Heaven and rematerialized near the two star-incubating pillars of gas and dust where they often came to talk. The redheaded angel rolled his eyes.

“I really don’t think that was necessary. What do you think is going to happen?”

“You know what they’ve been saying about Lucifer, don’t you?” Aziraphale straightened his robes uncomfortably, “How they think he’s fomenting discord against the Almighty?”

“Fomenting discord? Really, Aziraphale. And who is they, anyway?”

“You know… they,” Aziraphale gestured broadly, “angels. The grapevine, everyone who gossips!” One scarlet brow arched in the cherub’s direction.

“Do you gossip?”

“No!” Aziraphale retorted, a little too quickly, “But I listen.” The redheaded angel scoffed.

“Just look at the letter!” Hesitantly, Aziraphale pulled the now-crumpled scroll from his robes. He unrolled it, and began to scan its contents. His eyes widened as he read, and he shook his head, curls shaking with affrontery. 

“This is.. this is… well, fomenting!” he cried hoarsely, “If anyone finds you with this—” In a moment of impulse, Aziraphale snapped his fingers on the scro and it went up in a puff of flame, the small haze of its ashes drifting off into space. “There,” he turned to his friend, forced smile betrayed by brows knitted in concern, “No trail now.”

“Aziraphale,” the redheaded angel rolled his eyes, but also reached out to grasp the cherub’s shoulder, “it’s not fomenting, it’s just asking questions! We just want to know—”

“We? We? You and Lucifer?”

“Well yeah, Lucifer and the guys and me—” Aziraphale broke away and put a hand to his mouth, chewing on the end of his thumb. “Come on, cherub! All we want to do is ask God some questions, you know, maybe get Her to let us angels be a little more involved in things, help make some policy. It’s all for the people anyway, you should be on our side here.”

“Your side? What do you mean side?” With one mighty push of his wings, Aziraphale returned to his friend’s side, reaching out to clutch his arm with both hands. “There aren’t any sides here, unless it’s Heaven’s side! Aren’t we all working toward the same thing? Starmaker,” he entreated, “please, please don’t get involved with them. I just… I have a bad feeling about all this.” 

The redheaded angel, startled by this sudden outburst, looked into Aziraphale’s wide eyes, their pale blue glittering with the reflected glory of his nebulae, and he softened. Gently he peeled the cherub’s hands from his arm, and took them reassuringly in both of his own.

“It’ll be alright, Aziraphale. God is Love, remember? What could She possibly do but listen?”

I love this so much!

In their cottage there will be pictures of them taken over all these years because Aziraphale will steal them from Heaven like thanks for the photoshoot I’m going to decorate the house with these.

This is Aziraphale that lives in my head.

…Apology accepted…

Yes, I made his curls look like little horns.

C. : "we haven’t finished the book.."

A. : "what book?"

C. : "the one u read at the park last month.."

A. : "aww do you want to go out and continue reading it?"

C. : "…yeh.."

Bonus

Fictober 2023 #2

Prompt #2 - "Don't worry, I've got you."

Fanfiction: Good Omens

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Pairing: Ineffable Husbands/Aziracrow

Other Notes: A bit of fluff featuring Crowley having bad dreams, and soft/protective Aziraphale. 444 words!

Aziraphale started awake. 

Before Crowley had moved in, he’d hardly slept at all. Neither of them needed to, of course, but Crowley enjoyed it so much that Aziraphale hadn’t been able to resist the demon’s temptations for him to join in. Before he knew it, he found himself ending most days intertwined contentedly with Crowley, dropping off to sleep to the sound of his soft breathing. So, waking up was a sensation Aziraphale was still getting used to, and it took a moment for the angel to orient himself, and realize why he had woken up so suddenly. 

On the other side of the bed, Crowley was moving in his sleep, and a sore spot on Aziraphale’s shin suggested that he had just been kicked. Blinking himself a bit more awake, Aziraphale pushed himself up on one arm and rubbed his face. As his eyes adjusted to the pale semi-light of the moon creeping in around their curtains, he realized that Crowley was whimpering, writhing and shaking beneath the covers.

“Hey!” Aziraphale called softly, reaching out to place his hand on Crowley’s shoulder. The demon jerked, lashing out wildly with an elbow, and Aziraphale tucked his arm back. Crowley was still asleep, but something had hold of him, and he could neither wake nor free himself from it. Aziraphale chewed his lip. Crowley had mentioned that he had nightmares sometimes but, typical of himself, had not gone into detail. Clearly, he hadn’t wanted to worry, but what good was that now?

“Hey,” Aziraphale said, yet more softly, and lowered himself back to the mattress. He inched his body closer to Crowley’s bit by bit, until again he reached out, this time, slowly and gently placing his hand on Crowley’s back. “Hey,” he whispered as Crowley trembled beneath his fingers, and slid his hand over Crowley’s ribs until his arm wrapped around the sweat-chill chest, and his chest pressed into Crowley’s back.

“Shh… shh, don’t worry,” Aziraphale murmured, closing his eyes against the fearful sounds still escaping from the being beside him, “I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” Still sleeping, Crowley drew a deeper breath, and shifted. Aziraphale sighed as his demon turned into him, sneaking his free arm under Crowley’s neck as he adjusted position. Crowley’s upper arm in turn threw itself over Aziraphale’s shoulder, the other curling up between them as his face tucked itself into the angel’s shoulder. Aziraphale pulled his grip gently tighter, drawing Crowley snugly to his chest. His fingers found their way into Crowley’s hair and stroked methodically as the demon slowly quietened, released from his dreams in his angel’s safe embrace.

“Don’t worry, my love. I’ve got you.”

Imagine Crowley getting a letter to complete Company’s Annual Report for the Fell and Co Bookshop and he’s so confused.

Why on Earth are they sending letters to him, with red writing saying URGENT on top of it?

So he calls them asking what they’re on about and says he doesn’t own that bookshop, it belongs to Mr. Fell.

And they say that Mr Fell has always been on time and completing the reports before the deadline, except now. And they tried to get in touch with him but he’s unreachable. So they had to contact his business partner.

Business partner?

Crowley is even more confused.

So he looks at the documents again and indeed.

Company directors:

Aziraphale Fell and Anthony J Crowley

Just a usual evening for Mobius…

U can choose what they sing, personally I think "Snow" from RHCP fits perfectly ^^

The sequel

This is Aziraphale. He like his personal space.

This is Crowley. He also likes Aziraphale's personal space.

Can we talk about the fact that Aziraphale didn't pull away from the kiss? Crowley let him go, he does this unsteady bounce back.

Slowed down you can see it's almost like he was on his tip toes, the way he drops down and steps back. He's certainly capable of standing his ground, resisting any force Crowley might be putting into the grip on his coat. He was willingly being kept in place, and on his tip toes so Crowley didn't have to lean down so much.

Dare I say, encouraging? You wouldn't put both your hands on someones back if you wanted them to stop kissing you. Certainly wouldn't push forward into the kiss, look at how Crowley's head moves forward and then back.

Aziraphale, leaning back in an uncomfortable manner because it's the most bad-boy-like he can do: Sooo, I've heard you like bad boys, Crowley!

Crowley: Uhm...not really, no. Why?

Aziraphale, immedeatly sitting up straight, sighing relieved: Thank God, that felt horrible

Sometimes I think of how much Aziraphale adores Crowley and likes touching him and looks at him like at the most beautiful being on the planet (he is) and then I imagine someone as much as putting a knife to Crowley’s pretty cheek and Aziraphale seeing it and

“Oh no you fucking didn’t 🗡️🔥”

Heaven: And whenever you see the Enemy, the demon, make sure they are Smitten.

Aziraphale: Absolutely! You got it!

Aziraphale definitely understood the assignment and has been working very hard on it for the past 6,000 years

Oh god wait…

What if it’s Crowley who brings Aziraphale back to life.

I keep on thinking Crowley will save Aziraphale, because that’s what he does, and Aziraphale will call on all the powers to bring him back to life.

But what if…

What if Aziraphale will save him. Aziraphale, so angry and upset at losing Crowley for Heaven, which he simply can’t change no matter how much he wishes he could, and he feels he lost the chance for them to be together for nothing, but then he hears that Crowley is on a mission to save him out of Heaven’s cruel grasp. Because of course he would, even after everything that happened.

But it is a trap. Aziraphale knows Metatron found out and will be waiting for Crowley.

So it is Aziraphale who jumps in to save Crowley.

And Crowley absolutely loses it at Aziraphale dying in his arms.

And this is how they make Heaven and Hell crash and burn. Because here is Angel Aziraphale who gave his life for Demon Crowley. Out of pure love. And here is Demon Crowley calling on all his powers, Hell’s and even Heaven’s that he still remembers, to bring him back to life.

And a DEMON brings an ANGEL back to life.

Something that both God and Satan notice.

It’s the end of Heaven and Hell as they knew it.

Nobody tell him.

Thinking about how during the confession, Crowley was trying so hard to hold back his tears. He looks up, to the side multiple times to prevent any single tear from falling. He's choking on his words, breaking apart because he knows it's too late by this point. But he's pushing through it, just to tell Aziraphale he wants to spend the rest of his life with him, because maybe it'll change his mind.

You can see the moment he can't hold it back anymore. The moment he realizes they're not on their own side because Aziraphale chose heaven, and has to get out of there, has to put up his defenses.

It's so very human.

He may have a bit of a crush 😇

God: Aziraphale. This is your judgment day.

Aziraphale: Well. I always tried to be a good Angel.

God: You fell for a demon.

Aziraphale: A Fallen Angel.

God: Same thing.

Satan: Not really.

God: Yes, it is.

Satan: No. We are the First Fallen. Don’t throw us in the same bag with basic demons.

Aziraphale: Exactly. I have standards.

God: Either way.

Aziraphale: Okay, I did. That’s not my fault.

God: You have acted on it. That is your fault.

Aziraphale: Technically that is your fault.

Satan: Oh!

God: A… what?

Aziraphale: You’ve created him. He’s your baby.

God: Well…

Aziraphale: So who made him beautiful?

Crowley: *turns red*

Satan: *snorts*

God: Aziraphale…

Aziraphale: So you’ve made him the prettiest Angel out there. And gave him the best personality. Made him a literal perfection.

Beelzebub: Ok, that’s subjective.

Aziraphale: You fell for Gabriel, you have no right to opinion.

Beelzebub: Hey!

Satan: He has a point.

Beelzebub: You shouldn’t even be involved in this. You’re subjective since you fancy Crowley.

Satan: It is called having a good taste. Which you don’t have.

Beelzebub: Gabriel has a personality he just doesn’t like you. Or Crowley.

Crowley: Good.

God: Anyway. Falling for him when he was an Angel makes no difference, Aziraphale, because when he became a Fallen Angel you still pursued him.

Crowley: He didn’t pursue me.

God: He pretended to be in danger and waited for you to rescue him.

Satan: I knew it.

Crowley: Wait, really?

Aziraphale: Lies and slander.

Crowley: *smirks*

Aziraphale: Well, that’s Satan’s fault.

Satan: What have I done this time?

Aziraphale: You made him even prettier.

Satan: Well, you don’t make your crushes uglier.

God: He has a point. You told me you jumped in to take Crowley out of boiling sulphur so he wouldn’t change. And then all you did was give him a tattoo and pretty snake eyes.

Crowley: Oh, yeah, I remember that.

Aziraphale: You were thrown into boiling sulphur?!

Satan: You didn’t tell him that?

Crowley: Why would I tell him that?

Aziraphale: I thought when you fall you have a nice demon take you to Hell! Like when I thought I fell and you came for me!

Satan: Oh boy.

Crowley: Well you were upset enough.

Random Angel: Awwh.

Aziraphale: So you, God, created the prettiest Angel with the best personality, then you kicked him out of Heaven, and Satan took over and made him even prettier. Where is my fault in this?

God and Satan: Well.

*silence*

Satan: You weren’t planning to do anything to them anyway, were you?

God: Yes, I did.

Satan: Oh, have a day off, what are we gonna do on Friday evenings if not watch catch up on these two. You’re gonna cancel my favourite tv show?

God: You are irresponsible.

Satan: You make all the decisions, I deserve this one. Aziraphale and Crowley, you’re free. Fuck off. Do your worst.

God: Do your best…!

*They’re both already gone*

*They just hear a mumbled “SATAN FANCIES YOU?! BOILING SULPHUR?!”*

God: NEXT!

Crowley, King of Sarcasm 😎😈👑😏

I’ve been told they don’t need to sleep but

Deleted scene from Good Omens 2.03

Somewhere in Edinburgh...

I saw that you liked 1941 Crowley with his violin but…

What about 6 years before Apocalypse Crowley bass player???!!

Shirtless version on my Patreon

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I lied..

Never had a Patreon!!!

Let there be Rock!!

Enjoy

just when i thought i'd watched every frame of this bloody scene and noticed everything that was there to notice -

im putting this as a video because shitty gif quality will not do this justice at all. so aziraphale starts hovering his hands over crowley's back, right? and then as the cut occurs he actually places them on him? well, my dudes, ive slowed it down, and-

in between, crowley gives the tiniest nod. now, this could just be a small micro-movement on dt's part (and honestly? can't blame him, smashing your whole face against someone else's in a demon's vague approximation of a snog probably would mean any actor needs to regain purchase, right)

but im choosing to believe this was a crowley-ism, an acting/narrative choice; that crowley gave aziraphale permission.