#Crowley x aziraphale fic

[jilliancares]

symptoms of demonpox (otherwise known as heartbreak)

Summary:

Maybe that was Aziraphale’s first action as the new archangel in charge: I hereby declare that demons can now contract demonpox. Symptoms include wet and burning eyes, shortness of breath, an uncomfortable tightness in the chest, and an all-encompassing sense of impending doom.

That would certainly explain it.

Or: Crowley wonders if he'll ever be happy again. (He will.) (They're both idiots.)

Immediately following the events of Season 2, Episode 6.

Word count: 4.1k

Here’s a link!

i haven’t promoted a fic on tumblr in ages, but i binged the second season of good omens and couldn’t get it out of my head (even after reading the book, convincing my sister to watch it, and begging all my friends to watch it). enjoy!

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[ygdrasilly]

if you guide me into your space

crowley eyes the point of contact between them for a moment, face near unreadable as he lifts his gaze back to aziraphale’s face. aziraphale keeps maintaining that eye contact, does not let himself be cowed back from this. because here, after the end of the world, he needs this contact. needs the reassurance that they both still yet live, that they have not failed humanity to an inglorious doom. that they still, despite the incredible odds stacked against them, have come out the other side still standing. he knows crowley needs this too, though his stubborn demon would never initiate such a gesture. would never even ask for it.

read on ao3

aka i wanted to write a fic of crowley and aziraphale holding hands on the bus. so i did.

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[dranna]

Longing

AO3 / Commissions / Links /

Warnings: hurt, no comfort, emotional hurt, heartbreak

Summary: Heartbroken, longing, sad, confused, Crowley contemplating their relationship and what happened after Aziraphale left for heaven

Tags my beloveds: @giosnape (let me know if you would like to be tagged)

a/n: Inspired by : “We loved with a love that was more than love” - Edgar Allan Poe / Annabel-Lee

“We loved with a love that was more than love”

Or at least I thought we did,

No, you didn’t or am I wrong?

I was fooled by our dance?

As we slowly waltzed around,

Never getting too close to the Sun.

‘Crowley, You are going too fast for me!’

You said once,

A couple of years ago,

When Queen roamed with my thoughts

To End it all.

Was I rushing in our endless fantasy,

Or else have I sinned again?

That quiet and fragile existence we painted,

Was it all only in my head but not in your heart,

That Fresko of us I thought you loved.

I miss you, Aziraphale still.

No. I know I did and still do,

Yearning for the safety you bring,

Those calm evenings at the Ritz,

Your little hums and giddy remarks,

As you order your next sweet course.

Oh how much I miss you Aziraphale still!

First you refused,

But over time you started calling me a Friend,

Then it became something more on your lips.

I sneaked into your life,

And you broke into my mind.

Day by day I’m sinking deeper into this tormenting dream,

Replaying that scene,

When our lips met with an abrupt halt,

And you made it clear that I’m not enough.

It’s too late now. It always is.

I wasn’t enough as an Angel creating the Stars,

And I wasn’t ample as a Demon by your side.

I’ve been wondering if it really happened,

Or my cruel mind playing tricks.

Did our lips really collide,

After you refused my Being this time.

‘I forgive you.’

You spat those words of venom into my face,

After I laid the map of my heart,

Sparkling in your Holy Light.

There I stood naked,

Maybe the first time after my Fall,

And you poisoned me,

Tossed away my Whole.

And yet I can’t deny,

I miss you Aziraphale still.

And yet,

I would gladly choose this saccharine death,

As an internal visit in Hell,

So I can speak and see you again.

Do you think I never dreamed before?

Even though I’ve been dreaming nonstop since our Fall.

Feeling you again, skin on skin,

Hearing your voice and relaxing.

Sometimes I wake up from a week-long nap,

Wondering if any of this happened,

If you left or if we kissed or even if our existence still jointly exists.

Then Memories ran me over,

Torturing me until I’m a motionless pity.

I miss you, Aziraphale still.

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[brinlyisasleep]

Crowley gonna need this…

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[plumbum-art]

❤️ VALENTIN'S FIC UPDATE ❤️

Wanna be with you everywhere by @moonyinpisces @saglaophonos and @plumbum-art

It’s their first Valentine's Day as that sort of couple, and Aziraphale and Crowley are determined to do as humans do. Five times London finds a way to ruin their perfect night, and the one time a perfect night finds them.

CHAPTER 2 - WOULDN'T IT BE NICE

Summary: Crowley picks up Aziraphale for their human date on the human holiday, to which nothing extraordinary happens.

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[j4y-k4y]

aziracrow in the wild wild west 🌵

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[chernozemm]

because I prayed these words: I want

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[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

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[foolishlovers]

Where a Canvas Blooms by foolishlovers

It’s an Arrangement. Aziraphale knows this. He knows a lot of things, and others he doesn’t, but the most important things, he knows. He knows that the cheeky redhead in his arms smiles and purrs when he runs his fingers through his hair, knows that Crowley’s hands are rough from working outside, knows the softness of his heart. Aziraphale doesn’t know he’s in love with Crowley until he does. But it’s just an Arrangement. Is it? Part 1 of The Cuddle Arrangement

word count: 3.8k rating: T relevant tags: Human AU, Trans Aziraphale, Trans Crowley, Touch-Starved Aziraphale, Touch-Starved Crowley, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Cuddling & Snuggling, Comfort, Pining art by the wonderful @omens-for-ophelia

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[mrghostrat]

ARE YOU READING LONDON LIBRARIES & LOVE??

my bestie @thewolveswolf's wonderful enemies-to-lovers teacher AU, where each chapter alternates between present day and the year before. u'll never guess how many beds there are.

He was startled out of these thoughts by Crowley, who blearily lifted his head. “Tell me we can sleep another half hour?” He rasped out. Crowley’s hand did not move. Aziraphale glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table. “Twenty minutes.” Aziraphale whispered. “You really are an angel.” Crowley mumbled sleepily. Aziraphale hummed and then decided in a flash of bravery to rest his hand on top of Crowley’s. Almost instantly Crowley loosely linked their fingers together and Aziraphale couldn’t help but smile as he closed his eyes. 

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[ineffableteeth]

Crowley would be the type to be incredibly cocky, making several lewd jokes to Aziraphale just to fluster him but then be a complete stuttering mess and forgetting every language he’s ever known when Aziraphale actually responds with a dirtier joke

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[thethingswedotomorrow]

I love the Good Omens 'Night at Crowley's Flat' trope where after stopping the apocalypse in season 1, they go to Crowley's Flat and talk and kiss and fall in love and have a peaceful night, I do.

BUT

What if the night became 'The Night an Angel and a Demon Get Insanely Drunk and Teach Each Other How to Act'

Because honestly

They go to the flat, and ALL they know is they are going to have to swap themselves if they want to survive and finally be free from Heaven and Hell

But they have absolutely NO clue how to pull it off successfully

Sure, they know each other in and out.

Aziraphale has Crowley's eye color committed to memory (and also to paper, since Aziraphale spent 4-5 years in the late 80s trying to find a craft store in London that could help him do the color justice)

Crowley could find his angel in a crowd of millions (and not even just because only one single person in that crowd would be dressed in that ridiculous shade of tartan)

BUT they know they have to truly get this right, down to the exact detail.

So, naturally, they start by promptly opening the closest bottle of scotch that Crowley had available

Crowley was convinced this would be the easiest thing they've ever done

"Only you, Angel, would find a way to worry yourself to death AFTER stopping an apocalypse"

They begin with the easy part, switching corporations and clothing.

It was easy. Until Aziraphale realized he had to actually physically move in the very, very tight pants Crowley prefers.

The first three times he tries walking, he falls face down. And each time, realizes how it's equally hard to get back up again.

Not to mention that Crowley's corporation had learned that after 6000 years, it didn't really need all those vertebrae and bones since he never used them anyways

So now Aziraphale is just laying on the floor in terribly tight pants, very confused on how Crowley has managed all this time

(Crowley is also on the floor, having dropped there laughing after the 2nd attempt)

After they both get up (one much faster than the other) Crowley tries coaching the angel on how to walk like him

Until Crowley realizes he doesn't actually know how he walks, he just sort of wills himself forward and hopes his limbs keep up with him along the way

Eventually, after enough drinks, they settle on a technique called "Just pretend all your limbs are snakes. And you're a snake. Honestly, just as snake-y as you can manage, Angel."

Aziraphale, as difficult as this was for him, figures out that he may have gotten the easy side of this situation here. Crowley very much disagrees.

"Once an Angel, well, definitely not always an Angel, but close enough right?"

He very quickly realizes he may be wrong when Aziraphale asks Crowley to copy his walk

"Dear Lord Crowley, it cannot be that hard. You simply have to walk in a straight line"

It was indeed that hard.

Crowley has all his vertebrae now, but no knowledge of how they should be used

He tries to hold his hands behind his back and march forward, walking in what he thinks is probably, on some plane of reality, maybe a straight line

He's convinced that he's the perfect image of a stereotypical angel, head held high, an air of 'holier than thou' surrounding him

When Crowley asks Aziraphale, he only says, "Well, I suppose it will have to do for now."

Internally, Aziraphale thinks of the fact that Crowley looked identical to a bumbling penguin walking on ice.

When Crowly sits down, very pleased with himself for an impeccable performance ("As always, Angel. I've still got it." Aziraphale uncaps the vodka and drinks straight from the bottle, just staring into the distance.

He has just realized that their existence hinges on whether Crowley can figure out how to sit on a chair like a proper being with appendages and a spine.

And the odds are not in their favor, if they way the demon is sprawled out on the couch (reminding Aziraphale suddenly of a very well-done noodle, and suddenly he's starting to wonder if humans had the right idea with stress eating) is any indication

Crowley announces that he refuses to utter the words tickety boo, even if faced with destruction

"Honestly I think I'd rather have the holy water at that point" "Crowley." "I swear you just make sounds up sometimes, those aren't even real words"

4 bottles (and a very large order of takeout) later, they've got the act down well enough that it's starting to weird Crowley out

"Angel, seriously, enough with the nose. When have I ever done that with my nose? Exactly zero amount of times. I'm not a rabbit"

2 bottles later and Aziraphale has miracled Harry the Rabbit into the flat for a reason they can't quite remember

But they've got music playing from somewhere in the corner, and plenty of drinks, and the night goes on into the morning, and then they're sobering up and marching out for the most dramatic acting of their lives

And the world hasn't ended yet, so they'll probably be fine. Probably.

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[ygdrasilly]

for only one sight of your starlight

He means to say something romantic, something worthy of Sappho and Shakespeare and Austin. He means to express his delight at seeing more of his demon, at seeing what he has always considered – in the privacy of his mind, at least – a forbidden fruit. The pomegranate to his Persephone, as it were. Means to say something complimentary, get Crowley’s cheeks delightfully pink again. Of course, nothing ever happens the way he wants. He opens his mouth, head full of grand ideas and grand declarations, and instead he says, full of idiotic confidence, “You have skin!” Crowley slowly looks up from where he’s been scrolling on his phone, saffron eyes bright in the light. An eyebrow raises, his eyes unblinking as they both take in Aziraphale’s words. “I…” Crowley trails off for a moment, apparently thrown by the strange and very unexpected words. He opens his mouth, closes it, then has another sip of his tea, eyebrows furrowed. “Yes? I wasn’t aware that was up for debate, Angel.”

note: there're some references to the other go fics i've written but it can be read as a stand-alone if you want

The thing is, in the many, many years that Aziraphale has known Crowley – and it truly is many. Innumerable, one could perhaps say at this point, if they were to count their first meeting in the dark and lonely abyss – he has never known Crowley to… well… to dress in outfits that show skin. Or, rather, any meaningful amount of skin, any that isn’t the barest minimum possible.

And, if he’s being completely honest with himself here (as he so seldom is), that bare minimum is really starting to grate at him. Slightly. A bit. Perhaps a bit more than a bit.

It’s not that he doesn’t love Crowley’s many, many outfits. Quite the opposite, in fact. He’s spent over six thousand years watching Crowley switch between garments, adhering to the fashion of the times with a sharpness of which even the most conscious of humans would be envious. Flowing robes in Uz, the fragile peplos in Phokis, the exquisite gowns and doublets and the ruff of the Elizabethan era, the first emergence of denim – Aziraphale has seen it all and quietly pined.

[continue reading on ao3]

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[dranna]

Blossoming Love through the Ages

2500BC - Chapter 1

AO3 / Commissions / Links / Prologue

Summary: How does their friendship and eventually their feelings blossomed through the ages? I'm attempting to rethink the scenes we saw from the seasons, adding Crowle's thoughts and additional segments.

Warnings: none

a/n: I've finally gathered enough courage because I've never wrote nor shared anything of this poetic, sonnet like?? fanfiction before. I'm a little nervous tbh, but comments and feedbacks are warmly welcomed! Let me know, if you would like to see more:))

Later on, I might add my drawings too.

English is not my first language, so I apologise for mistakes.

Crowley’s POV:  

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In the year 2500 BC, 

Stood someone, on top of a dry hill, 

where this story line began growing.

There he was in all confidence, 

Because he knew, he was protected by the law of all Light and Dark of the Great Universe.

He was, as he always been a soul of a misunderstood kind, 

Caught up in between the two sides of eternal corrival.   

His name was Crowley, not long ago changed from Crawly, 

A Demon, fallen from the cold, white sky, 

Which he once filled with hope and light. 

His stature was camouflaged with all black, decorated with a little carmine, 

Just like ever since, after the Beginning of Time. 

As he was standing in the frying rays, 

The flaming flocks and bushy beard of his, absorbed every heat it seemed.

His golden, snake-like eyes, remained hidden, 

Under the darkened glasses of man made brand.

“You should know why, you are about to die. 

I was sent here to tell and corrupt, there is no need to deny, 

God has abandoned you, yet claims to love you. 

Demands your praise, and has given you up to be ruined.” 

How ironic is it not? To send a once all devoted angel to the destruction of a devoted man? 

What was his sin, if I might ask, or it’s just for thy amusement? 

He gave all of his mind and heart to you, 

Is it thy reward to kill, then give everything back but new?

– Reflected the serpent, while placing the huge fire of decay, 

In front of the burning planet’s radiate. 

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The destruction of Job, was about to begin, 

When came in a warm golden light, 

The warning of another eternal life. 

In appearance he was the opposite of the fiend,

White and gold were what he wore, 

Hair white, cheeks puffy and in general being silly. 

Aziraphale, as he was called, appeared out of a colourless mess,  

Demanding the demon to stop his evil progress.

Before he could cast something holy upon him however, he halted amused:

“Oh! It’s you isn't it? 

We haven't met since the drowning of the creatures of this Planet.”

“Ah, yeah. That's quite correct.”

“....Well, if you don't mind, I have a duty here, I can't neglect–”

With that exchange, he opened the blanket of his holy light, 

And started his speech a second time. 

How charmful he is standing there, 

Casting blessed words to my care.

He is rather lovely on his own, 

Wouldn't need all this devine glow.

What a funny effect it will have, 

When I tell him, I’m allowed to do that!

– Crowley was chuckling inside, 

Then suddenly, calmly exhaled,

“No”

“No?” 

Azriaphale was so surprised, 

He thought, he didn't hear it right. 

After all, what he had known all this time, 

That Job is the favourite of the Creator. 

And, God is just and right, 

He wouldn't punish an innocent that tight.

“What do you mean no? 

I would like to remind you, that Job

Is favoured by God, 

Therefore you see, I can't let you do your evil deed.”

“Noooo.. Thank you? I have a permit you see,

By God. Yes!

So I’m more than allowed to do that.“

“But this can't be right!

You know well, I don't mind jokes of the harmless kind,  

However this–”

Crowley reeled the parchment of the godly permits, 

The sooner before Aziraphale could finish his speech. 

The paper just rolled and rolled and rolled, 

Over hills and valleys, 

Because it was so long. 

To the utter fright of the Angel, 

The licence seemed legit. 

His look of puzzlement has such an endearing effect, 

As he is focusing on the subject, 

How is it possible that we are on friendly terms,

Since he still has so much fate,

In the doings of Heavenly concerns?

Why do I wish to be closer to him, to him!

Among all beings?

— The Snake’s reflections wandered yet again, 

As his good companion took the permit, 

And took a visit to the Ones Up there. 

How come, he didn't know, 

While everyone got a note?

I’m pretty sure the High Ranks were the firsts,

Who was imparted in confidence, 

How he, who was sent to Earth, 

Didn't learned about this providence?   

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Alright now I should destroy everything this poor man, Job has,

Farms, buildings, animals and children, 

What did they ever do to You?

Nevertheless I have no choice,

But to obey the orders of my Boss.…….

Yet, I'm a Demon after all, 

So they mustn't be mad if I do fuckery. 

After all, what Beings of the Down supposed to do,

But do mischievous tricks on their own? 

– Sighed the Demon with the flaming hair, 

Then launched the fires from the air, 

He seemed to be in deep, deep thought, 

While all the goats, to whom he first spoke, 

Appeared to be evaporate under the heat,

Still he carried on, in rather a cheery emotional state. 

Yes, the idea might work, 

His home will be perfect for this toil, 

All I have to do is be careful and focus, 

So the Downstareians don’t except a thing!

With that, he turned towards the home of Job, 

Among the falling fiery petal jewels.

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Thank you for reading dears! <33

Tags my beloveds: @giosnape

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[actual-changeling]

literally i need them to hug in season 3. i cant live without that neil please PLEASE i need them to hug for two minutes minimum full body arms wrapped swaying back and forth crying PLEASE NEIL PLEASE WHY ARE YOU RUNNING COME BACK

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[plumbum-art]

@actual-changeling wrote the fic moonlight on your lips (i'll be gone by dawn) and answered the question: wtf happened 1941 between the ineffable idiots, that likely prompted Az famous "you go too fast for me?".

As it happens I have a comic WIP with a very similar plot, which is lurking in my drafts for a while now. I don't know if I will ever finish the comic, so I decided to post the raw WIP instead (long post).

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