#good omens one shot

[secretlywingedphantom]

What if... something did pass between our ineffable duo in the final fifteen?

Well, I wrote a one-shot about it, and it's a bit of a silly fic, really. It's about an angel and a demon preparing for the worst, but in the most delightful and delicious of ways 👀.

Here's a sample, and if it makes you smile please consider giving the full thing some love over on AO3!

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“Do you like it?” The angel’s voice was lower than usual, but if the demon noticed, he didn’t acknowledge it.

“Mmm. Not bad, actually.”

“They aren’t that bad, you know,” Aziraphale said quietly, “once you get used to them.” He met Crowley’s gaze and coquettishly batted his eyelashes.

Crowley sputtered and began coughing, and whether it was from the unfamiliar sensation of acidic juices rolling down his throat or his shock at the angel’s blatant flirtation, he didn’t know. But he did turn a very bright shade of crimson.

He pulled himself together, turning the sweet over again in his mouth and licking his lips. “This isn’t about enjoying a travel sweet, angel,” he scolded.

“Is it not?” Aziraphale had a satisfied smile on his lips. He was back to looking out the front dash, busying himself with a new star that had appeared in the night sky. He was trying to make out which constellation it belonged to. “So. What is it about, then?”

“Has to do with an old friend of mine. A magician.”

That got Aziraphale’s attention. He whipped his head back around, eyes wide as saucers. “A magician?”

“Yeah,” Crowley said casually, holding back his grin, “Harry was his name. Ring any bells?”

Aziraphale gasped, his eyes now bulging like overblown balloons. “You were friends with Harry Houdini?!?”

“Ehhh, ‘friend’ may be stretching it a bit. But yeah, we ran in the same circles. His entire schtick was based on deceit, so of course he was on my radar.”

“Of course he was,” said Aziraphale dryly.

Crowley ignored the snark and continued. “He was a fantastic magician, yeah. But! He was a lot of other things, including a brilliant inventor. He and I had... an agreement.”

Aziraphale cocked an eyebrow. “An agreement?”

“Yeah.”

“What sort of agreement?” Said Aziraphale, slowly.

Continue reading on AO3!

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Word Count: 6.1k

A big ol' bucket of thanks to my lovely betas of @whickberstreetwriters: @springofviolets, @azeutreciathewicked, @rofell, @westwardly, @ines2925 and MisterScruffyPoo. Mwah. You're the best.

@goodomensafterdark thank you for the reblog!

#good omens #good omens fanfic #aziracrow #fanfic #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #crowley #sleight of tongue #travel sweet trickery #whickber street writers association #good omens one shot

[chocolatecoffeeshot]

Boop! Inspired one-shot | AO3 LINK

Fluff with a boop of angst (prank)

Summary: Azirpahle wakes up to an empty bed and a missing Crowley with no proper explanation. Has Crowley been dragged back to hell or is it something else BOOP ME A KISS

Aziraphale woke to his left arm and toes shivering. This shouldn’t have been possible at 6am as Crowley was supposed to be curled up into them. Maybe he was just downstairs, panic rose in Aziraphale’s chest, maybe hell had pulled him back. But oh, there was a note.

“Out to get some fresh air” scrawled on it. This was usual as Crowley woke up at only after 10, like a bank (nothing like a serpent) and the first thing he did was saunter over Nina’s for his espresso shots. Then he would get back a cupcake or a pastry for Aziraphale, occasionally a brownie to split, as a midday snack. Aziraphale’s waddled up to the window pulling the blanket around him and peeked to the blinds and saw the Bentley. “Maybe it is an early morning stroll after all.” Aziraphale cast out his sense and sensed Crowley near St. James. So he fell back to bed.

At nine he went over to Nina’s himself, as Crowley was yet to return. “Hi, Aziraphale, where’s your thin dark duke today?”, Nina greeted cheerily. “Crowley went out for a morning walk today, I rather wondered he might have made his way here after that”, Aziraphale said hopefully. He hadn’t been able to sense Crowley after he’d woken up. More importantly Bentley was missing. “No, not come this way. Wasn’t expecting him to as yet. Say you want to order something and wait here? Camomile perhaps?” she offered. “Oh a chamomile sounds rather lovely”, Aziraphale took his order and settled by a corner seat and went through his list of why now would be good time to panic about Crowley’s absence.  Nina meanwhile got him a vanilla frosted cupcake, which accidentally made unfortunate contact with his nose on Nina’s careless account. Very lightly but yet. “Oh I’m so sorry!!” Nina yelped and offered up a tissue instantly. “It’s alright, I’ll just head back anyways I think. Can’t seem to sit around” he gave a polite smile. “I’ll let you know if I see Crowley”, Nina called. “Thanks Nina” Aziraphale grumbled and made his way to the records shop.

“Crowley did come in today yes, asked for a CD, and left”, Maggie said. “Rather fast, no time to chat he said”. “He got a new CD?”, Aziraphale was surprised. This day kept talking weird turns. Too weird. Something was not right anywhere. “We’ll I don’t think he particularly browned for one, just picked up the first of the rack, really.” “I see”, Aziraphale muttered. There was no rhyme nor reason for this behaviour. “Mr. Fell don’t mind me but I ought to…”, Maggie reached out and brushed her finger over his nose. “There, there was a leaf stuck”, she said with a pursed smile. “Ah” Aziraphale gave it a few more stern brushes to ensure any remaining stickiness was gone.“There was a frosting incident.” Maggie’s giggles were dangerously close to spilling out so Aziraphale considered it as his cue.

Outside the door of his bookshop lay a tiny black cat, mewling it's guts out. Aziraphale crouched down to examine it, perhaps a miracle was needed. The second he touched it, the cat shot out his paws, smacked him on his nose and shot out. “For God’s sake would you leave my nose alone!!!” Aziraphale yelled in despair. His Crowley was nowhere to be found and his nose was close to being battered! This was the worst day, since since .... “Angel? Issss that you?”, a voice hissed out from inside. “Crowley? Crowley you’re back?” Aziraphale rushed in, arms open and engulfed the demon in a hug. “I thought you’d gone” he whimpered, “left me.” “I would never!? A ludicrous accusation that”, Crowley pulled back. His eyebrows arched,"I left a note, yes?”

“Yes but Bentley was gone by the time I woke up. What was I supposed to think you fiend?” Aziraphale smacked him on his arm.

“You saw a missing Bentley and went to Nina’s to look for me there?” Crowley asked sarcastically.

“Well I wasn’t particularly cool minded and I thought she might’ve noticed ….. hold up how do you know I went to Nina’s?” Aziraphale wondered.

Crowley’s smirk grew like a Cheshire cat’s, a little guilt flashing on his eyes.

“Anthony Crowley Fell, WHAT have you been doing?” Aziraphale spoke threateningly.

Crowley swindled and flopped on the armchair and put his legs up.

“So you see spring has started right, a new month has rolled around, I thought I might get a little gift angel,” he said sweet nonchalance laced in his words.

He miracles a paper from below and present it to Aziraphale.

“I say, I say, IT WAS YOU!!!” Aziraphale’s was shocked and surprised. The paper, photograph really, was a collage of a his recent nose accident’s. All snapped at the exact time his nose was squished, his entire face scrunched up.

“Explain yourself!” Crowley stood up in one swoop, pulled Aziraphale back into his arms and kissed him on the nose.

“Boop!”, he whispered quietly. Colour of vibrant red crept into Aziraphale’s cheek.

“ What?” “Boop!”, Crowley kissed.

“Again.” Crowley obliged the blue pleading eyes, slowly softly and Aziraphale gave his kiss back.

“Happy April Fool’s, angel. You made a very cute one.” Crowley’s golden eyes ablaze.

“Hang on a minute, were Maggie and Nina in this too? The cat!?” Aziraphale felt incredulous.

Crowley was laughing now.

“The gift was for me, Angel. Won’t this be perfect over the mantelpiece” he winked.

“I’m going to get you back for this.”

“Well, you have all the time in the world.”

#good omens #good omens fic #good omens fluff #good omens one shot #boop #good omens boop #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #a little prank played #aziraphale #crowley #I’m not sure what my writing comprehension at 1am is but I wanted to post it ASAP

[midnights-dragon]

A one-shot fic that I had so much fun writing, requested by @moriarty4life! thank you so much for the request!! Tagging a couple of others who showed interest as well, @brokendoor16 @pockykierra-gkyhdjr <3

Summary: Cast thou send lightnings, that they may go, and say unto thee, Here we are? — Job 38:35 A brief argument between angel and demon spirals a bit out of control when Crowley's tendency to become struck by lightning when caught up in the throes of his smoking anger makes itself known.

#good omens #writing request #good omens one shot #good omens angst #crowley #aziraphale #crowley x aziraphale #ineffable husbands #gomens fic

[thedemonknownasbilly]

Not So Cruel

Aziraphale gets Crowley a plant, early on in their acquaintanceship. Idea from @hikarry

Crowley isn’t as cruel as he likes to paint himself to be

He/Him for Crowley

If you asked Crowley to describe himself, he might say cold, mean, stylish, and of course never nice. But if you were to observe Crowley in his Mayfair flat, with only the plants for company, you’d see it wasn’t entirely true. There was one plant, a special plant, the last of its kind sitting in a beautiful white vase, with gold trimmings. This plant was certainly his favorite, he’s kept it alive for nearly a millennia now. And it was the only one that could do no wrong.

He treated his plants the only way he knew how, to strict standards, unobtainable standards unless the plants were made from plastic, which they weren’t; he prided himself on that. He treated them as he had been treated, told and yelled at to be perfect, to be holy, and have unwavering faith. And yet he failed, he failed and in a desperate sense for control he now inflicts that upon his dear plants.

“Is that a spot?” He asked, having noticed browning and a hole on one of the newer plants he gained, “is it? Right, you know what I’ve told you all about leaf spots.” The plants began to tremble, all but one, the one in the white vase. Never would it fear Crowley. “I will not stand for them!” He picked up the smaller plant by the pot, looking down on it. “You know what you’ve done, you disappointed me,” he sighed out as if he were a father talking to his child. “Oh dear, oh dear, everyone!” He held the plant high, showing it off to the other plants, “say goodbye to your friend, just couldn’t cut it.” And with that he walked to the hall, “this is gonna hurt you, so much more than it will hurt me.” He turned around, “ and you guys, grow better!!” He yelled before resuming his way down the hall, now to the plants, they heard the garbage disposal running, what they didn’t hear or see was Crowley snapping his fingers, and the plant appearing in his neighbor’s flat, amongst all the other banished plants. He returned with the empty pot, flipping it upside down as if to enunciate the ‘death’ of the plant. He set the pot down, and carefully picked up the white vase, features softening, “never you, though, so what is it you need?” He murmured gently, noticing how one leaf was wilting as he brought it to his office, setting it onto the windowsill. “Will sunlight help?” He could only smile as the plant seemed to instantaneously reverse the wilting and stand tall.

Crowley was a softie, a lover, and an optimist at heart, especially for his angel. But he would never admit that.

#tdkab #thedemonknownasbilly #good omens #crowley #anthony j crowley #aziraphale x crowley #crowley good omens #crowleys plants #one shot #good omens one shot #crawley good omens

[child0fthesun]

Hi!! I just posted my first Good Omens one shot and it would be great if you could read it!

It is really, really angsty and it doesnt have any comfort in the end, so you've been warned kjsdksadkdj Here's the link and the summary:

"We cant." Aziraphale said, his voice barely a whisper over Crowley's lips.

"Angel, please..."

"Im sorry, my dear. Im so, so sorry..."

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After the show in the West End, Crowley and Aziraphale get back to the bookshop to celebrate and get drunk. After a few hours, both of them leave their worries behind, and it seems like there's magic in the air that night.

But its always too late, and this time wont be an exception.

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[spiritinspace]

Post Season 3 Good Omens One-Shot <33

“It ended, as it began, with a garden.

….

The sight filled Crowley with fondness, something he found himself feeling a lot lately. Could you blame him? He lived with the love of his life—the center of his universe, the one who made him feel like someone who deserved happiness. How could he not stare? Adore? If he could hang the stars again, he’d do it just for Aziraphale. He was sure of it.”

#good omens #good omens 3 #good omens season 3 #good omens one shot #aziracrow #ineffable idiots

[celestialgreen]

Stuff I wrote to make the people on my server cry

Azi takes off the glasses from Crowleys face and sees him crying. “What’s wrong?” He ask softly, taking a seat next to him on the bench, where the Bentley is parked near them. “I really thought you were going to leave me then…” Crowley mumbled, not exactly familiar with sharing her feelings. “Oh dear…I would never.. I was but mislead for a moment, till I came to my senses..” they turned towards Crowley slowly, the park being lit by moonlight, also shining on their faces, highlighting Crowlyes tear stains. “I realized our side is the only side I will ever fight for from now on…”

#good omens spoilers #good omens #good omens season two #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #good omens one shot #good omens fanfiction

[idliketobeatree]

The lighting in the S1 1941 flashback is so painfully dark I was rewatching it on a 150% brightness and perhaps I am five years late, but how come I've never noticed that this

is how Aziraphale gazes at Crowley before the "little demonic miracle of my own"???

This is him before the love realisation, just after Aziraphale miracled them both safe from the bomb exploding on the church with the Nazis. No heartwarming acts of service yet — best to his knowledge, Crowley was only there for moral support, because he "didn't want him to get embarassed". And his gaze is— I don't know what to say. Like it would kill him to look away. So fond, so immersed, "oh God, there you are", like hundreds of years have passed, not decades since they saw each other last. Books? What books? What air raid, what war?

Arguably the best part of the scene happens literal seconds after. If you pay close attention to the whole shot, you'll spot the brown satchel on the side. Which Aziraphale would notice earlier too, if he could focus on anything other than Crowley.

#good omens #good omens 1941 #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #good omens analysis #good omens meta #ineffable spouses #good omens s1 #gos1 #anthony j crowley #i'm going to be sick #michael sheen what if this is my last straw? what then? #i blame the eternal darkness of these shots that i've only noticed this now #aziraphale was there!! smitten gone so SO BAD for him!!!!! and he was the one who did all the hard bits!! #end me please #marcela talks

[foe-of-fate]

#good omens as text posts #part 2 #for the last one I wanted it to be the shot of Crowley on a throne next to Beelze but I couldn’t get an image that was good enough quality #as is I apologize for some of the quality #as with all my text posts this was done from my phone #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens s2 #good omens memes #good omens text post #Crowley #crowley good omens #Aziraphale #Aziraphale good omens #ineffable partners #aziracrow #azicrow

[snek-eyes]

So I was thinking about what it means that Aziraphale is the POV character of all the season 2 flashbacks... until I realized that's not entirely true. Because while Edinburgh is narrated by him and the Blitz scene plays after he's reminded of it, there are two scenes in the Job story that Aziraphale wasn't there for.

First is the cold open with Bildad, but that sequence pretty quickly shifts over to follow Aziraphale, and we see him coming out of the memory.

But the second Job sequence starts more clearly as Crowley's memory:

Zoom into Crowley, zoom into the book.

So why does Crowley get this part? Why not just stick with Aziraphale the whole time? Well, if we follow the idea that the flashbacks are setting up for the decisions these two make at the end, Crowley's part here is small but decisive: This event is one of the big reasons why Crowley is never going back to Heaven. And Aziraphale doesn't get to be there for the biggest signs of it.

This sequence is also the last time Crowley was truly on his own. I think it's significant that whenever Aziraphale isn't there for him to taunt, Crowley is actually pretty cold, a little impatient. It doesn't feel like he's having fun tricking these people, he's just trying to get the job done.

Then we get the first of two unique transitions. It's a sort of shifting over:

My theory is this scene is where we start to switch over to Aziraphale's POV, but we still start out in Crowley's, because...

...we're just as surprised as Crowley is to find the angel here. But during the scene they literally switch sides of the room, and I think along with that we get the POV shift. We as the audience end up on Aziraphale's side as he's trying to believe the best in Crowley, while not really knowing.

What makes me more sure is that this scene ends with a different unique transition, a page turn:

I think here is where Aziraphale gets absorbed in the memory and Crowley leaves. When we get to the bit of the story where Crowley's being nice.

#v watches good omens #good omens 2 #a companion to owls #good omens meta #also if anyone has any ideas about that chessboard that's behind the book let me know #i went down a rabbithole to nowhere on that one I couldn't find a clear enough shot of it #it does appear to be in the exact same spot in 1941 though lmao

[samwwise]

Good Omens 2 (2023) [insp.]

#good omens #goodomensedit #goodomensgifs #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #gomens #took every ounce of willpower not to choose a shot of the kiss for the last one #but the colours wouldn't have worked so here we are #myedits #gif

[raz-writes-the-thing]

Bentley Shenanigans (Good Omens)

Crowley x Fem!Reader 18+ ONLY / requests are open and encouraged

Summary: Crowley needs to relieve some frustrations after that shitshow of a birthday party.

CW: vaginal sex, fingering, dirty talk, car sex, vague degradation/humiliation

Good Omens tag list: @coffee-and-red-lipstick @quickslvxrr @clarina04 @motionlessindoubt (send an ask to be added to a tag list!)

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This was possibly one of the most shocking things you had ever seen. Crowley was wearing white. You’d never seen him in anything other than black and when he’d first come to pick you up after the birthday party, you had known something was different, but couldn’t pick what it was. It had actually taken you at least two solid minutes to realise that it was because he was wearing white. 

“What the fuck- you’re- what are you wearing?” 

Crowley glances at you as he pulls into the parking spot at the lookout trail and turns the car off. Sometimes the two of you came out here just to get away. 

“What- this old thing?” He chuckles, tossing his sunglasses onto the dash before sighing defeatedly. Oh dear, it wasn’t a good sign if he could barely keep his sultry demeanour going.

“I think,” he trailed off. “It is safe to say… that did not go as well as I hoped it would.”

You’re not really sure what to make of that, given that the balance of the world as you knew it hung squarely on Crowley and Aziraphale’s shoulders. Sitting quietly, you wait for Crowley to continue. 

“I mean, really- you wouldn’t have thought it would be that hard, would you? Fucking nuns, Pet. Useless, the lot of them.” 

Crowley pinches his nose and turns toward you, eyeing you up and down. Your dress has ridden up your thighs and you do not fail to notice the way he eyes you appreciatively. 

“Fancy a quick fuck?” He asks casually. You splutter on a response for a moment. Here you were, discussing how the end of the world was fast approaching in less than a week, and Crowley wanted to shag? You blinked at him. That wasn’t to say you weren’t interested, either, mind you. You definitely were, but, it was just a bit out of the blue was all. What did that say about you, you wondered… In the face of the end of the world, you’re thinking about getting fucked one more time. Hmm. On second thoughts, you think it might just mean that you appreciate the fun things in life. 

“Sure,” you say, cheeks pinking at the thought of him in that white coat bending you over and taking out his frustrations on you. “One condition, though.” Crowley’s brow arches, a sultry smirk appearing on his face. “The coat stays.” 

“Your wish is my command, love,” he replied. “Back seat, then?” 

You nod, shocked at the casual nature of this exchange. It wasn’t something you were necessarily unused to, but there was usually a little more pent-up energy and flirting beforehand. However, getting straight to it wasn’t a bad thing either. It was kind of refreshing, actually. 

You get out of the car and go around to the driver's side. Crowley opens the back door for you and promptly bends you over into the back of the car. You gasp, your hands reaching out to steady you on the leather seats. 

Crowley slides his hand up your sundress, exposing your black panties to him. He groans, gripping at your ass before letting go and giving it a rough slap. You jolt forward with the shock. Crowley tuts and grips you by the hips to drag you back towards him. 

His hips ground against your ass roughly, his cock hardening beneath his pants. You bit your lip, enjoying the roughness of his clothes against your almost bare skin. Crowley laughed, reaching down to rip your panties off you. You let out a sound of protest, though Crowley shushed you. 

“Fix ‘em later, promise,” he assured you before tossing the ripped remains of your underwear over your head and into the other door. Any further protests died before they even formed thought as his fingers slid down over the curve of your ass and sunk themselves into your tight, wet heat. 

You moaned, thighs twitching as he fingered you open. If you weren’t wet before, you definitely were now. 

Crowley removed the fingers once he thought you were wet enough and presented them to you to clean off. You did so without complaint or question, sucking his fingers into your mouth, tongue swirling over the digits to clean them of your slick. 

Crowley grunted, the other hand undoing his pants and removing his cock from its confines. Once he was free, he pulled his fingers from your mouth, giving your cheek a little pat. The feel of the saliva cooling on your skin- the dirtiness of it- had you clenching. 

“Look at that,” he groaned, pressing his head against your entrance. “Sopping for me, aren’t you? Filthy thing, you are, Pet.” 

You nodded, pressing back against him. His head slipped inside, causing you both to groan. You with impatience, and he with pleasure. Crowley’s fingers gripped at your hips harshly as he slowly sunk inside you. Once he was finally inside you, you were finally able to relax. Feeling so full up on his cock felt like your version of Heaven. 

God, Crowley made you so cock-drunk that it was ridiculous.

Then, your Demon started to move, hips snapping back and forth with fervour. It wasn’t long before Crowley was bent over you, yanking your hips into his own with every thrust. You were scrabbling at the leather, cheek sticking to the seat with the sweat. Loud moans and sharp grunts could be heard coming from the car, and you hoped that no one was on this particular walking trail today. 

Then again, maybe you’d like an audience. The thought had you biting your lip to stifle the groan, and you clenched around the Demon, who straightened up and wrapped a hand into your hair. 

“Fuck, that’s it-” he growled, fucking into you harder. “Reach down there and play with that pretty clit for me, Pet. Mm- like that.” 

Your fingers reached your clit, rubbing tight circles. You could feel the push and pull of his cock from within you, could feel as your slick creamed around him. You cried out in sharp pleasure as he slapped your ass cheek again. 

“Are you going to cum already, Pet? Huh?” 

You nodded, the motion pulling at your hair just that little bit more. Crowley laughed loudly, fucking into you harder. 

“Better do it then,” he warned. “Come on, cum for me, Pet.” 

Your fingers were lightning quick on your clit. Your thighs were twitching and struggling to keep yourself up from Crowley’s punishing thrusts. With a loud drawn-out moan, you came. 

Crashing waves of chaotic pleasure roiled inside you. Your fingers crushed themselves into the leather as you felt your release roll through your muscles. Your clit felt like it was on fire as you forced yourself to concentrate hard enough to rub yourself through it, contracting around Crowley hard enough to make him cum. 

He grunted from above you, hips stuttering- and then you felt it. His release coating your walls. You whined, grinding yourself back against him as he started to slow. Crowley gave your hip a warning squeeze, but you ground yourself back on him, pressing him in as far as you could to make sure not a drop of his seed escaped you. 

You sighed with relief, fingers slowing to a stop on your clit. Crowley was hunched over you, panting with exertion. 

You laughed, the endorphins starting to kick in. Crowley chuckled breathily against your back and pressed a kiss to the fabric of your dress. 

“That was fun,” you said, unsticking your cheek from the seat. 

“Mm-” Crowley grunted in response. “Aziraphale will be jealous.” 

You don’t think you’re wrong in thinking he doesn’t seem all that upset about making the Angel jealous. 

“I think you’re right,” you pant back, slowly starting to catch your breath now. 

“Alright, come on,” he says, picking himself up and slowly pulling out of you, shushing you comfortingly when you whimper at the loss. “I know, Pet. Come on, let’s get you back to the Shop, eh? The Angel will be missing us by now.” 

You groan and force yourself to stand up. Your walls clench to keep Crowley’s seed inside. 

“Don’t miracle it away,” you say, knowing that Crowley was planning to do so for your ease of comfort. “You know how Zira likes his seconds.” 

Crowley tutted at you, a smirk playing across his lips. 

“Naughty thing, you are. Whatever are we going to do with you?” 

You hop into the passenger side again, your muscles thanking you for the relief. 

“Guess we’ll have to find out, won’t we?” 

“Guess so, love.”

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[bruciewayne]

in another universe, do we still have dinner together?

#loki series #good omens #lokitvedit #goodomensedit #lokius #ineffable husbands #every time i come back to my parents house i get the strongest urge to start making gifs again #tvedit #tvgifs #mobius #loki #aziraphale #crowley #I REALISED THE JOHNLOCK ONE DIDNT RESLLY FIT SND THE FCUKASS BBC DIDNT HAVE SHOT THAT MATCHEDDDDD #whatever here we are but i also realised that there’s another kinda sickass parallel #*gifs

[saryasy]

and it was all yellow

#good omens #ineffable husbands #goodomensedit #goodomensgifs #crowley #aziraphale #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #azicrow #go spoilers #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #usergif #*gom #my go #my gifs #im really happy with how this turned out #especially especially the second gif!!! #it's literally 4 gifs in one #the shots of the stars were just too gorgeous i had to use them #and i really love how they're peeking through both of them #anyway this was born from me listening to songs on shuffle while giffing #and this song came along #and i knew i had to do it

[p4nishers]

yeah that's uhh that's definitely something

#'david jenkins is a neil gaiman fan' U SHUT UP!!! IM SO FUCKING SCARED RIGHT NOW U SHUT UP?!!! #the difference in crowley's and ed's expression tho. one is in complete panic and agony and the other is just numb #says a lot if u ask me #something something the demon (or demon coded) character shots at the angel (coded) character who has complete trust in them #something something i dont even know what this means #good omens #good omens s2 #azicrow #crowley #aziraphale #ofmd #our flags mean death #gentlebeard #stede bonnet #edward teach

[child0fthesun]

Hello! Just posted another good omens shot, it would be great if you could give it some love :) <3

Summary: "It suddenly was like having all his fever dreams stacked one over each other in front of him. But it was better, because it was real, and Aziraphale was there, and he wanted to be there. He had chosen to be with him, to spend his nights drinking wine, his mornings sitting in the garden, his noons strolling through the village, build up a rutine and a life and do everything with him. He had chosen to spend every single one of his days, his very eternity by his side...

Because Aziraphale had chosen to stay. He had chosen to have Crowley in his life, to share his own with him.

And most of all, Crowley realized then, he had chosen to listen. And to understand.

So maybe, it was time for him to speak."

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Crowley has a secret that has been following him like a shadow. He thought he could keep it hidden forever, but then one evening Aziraphale decided to bake something for his husband, and then everything crashed down over him.

Now he has to share a secret that he has been saving for six thousand years, and he's terrified.

But maybe, all he needs is a certain angel to remember him that he will always be loved, and that he will always be understood.

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