#ineffable femslash february

[madebysamael]

Meet me for a milkshake at the diner 🍨

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[ami-v-dragnire]

Day 3 // Book Wives

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aka late to book omens week 

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event hosted by @ineffable-wives-central​

#good omens #ineffable wives #ineffable wives fanart #ineffable femslash february #book omens #Aziraphale #crowley #ineffable spouses #femslash february #femslash feb 2021 #wlw #poc omens #book wives #butch aziraphale #ineffable partners #av art #ami v art

[ineffable-wives-central]

Hello fellow Wives-lovers! February is fast approaching, so we are introducing Ineffable Wives Femslash February 2021. 

The event will begin on February 1st, and there are 28 prompts. Please do not feel obligated to write/draw/create something for every single day, however, if you’d like to, go right ahead! If you choose to dip your toes in every few days, only create for one or two prompts, or create 28 works, the goal is for you to have fun! 

Please center your works around female or female-presenting Aziraphale and Crowley. (As always, feel free to mess around with gender/pronouns etc., just make sure your versions of A & C are aligned with womanhood in some way.) 

If you’d like your works to be reblogged by us, please either tag @ineffable-wives-central or use the hashtag #ineffable femslash february. There is also a collection on AO3 which can be found under the name wives_femslash_february_2021 when you’re adding your works, and Ineffable Wives Femslash February 2021 when searching for it. 

Prompt List:  1. first 2. eyes 3. book 4. cold 5. wish 6. stars 7. grow 8. blush 9. nap 10. fast 11. flame 12. embrace 13. gal pals 14. roses 15. delicious 16. arrangement 17. secret 18. forget 19. note 20. history 21. cuddle 22. body positivity 23. tease 24. confusion 25. scars 26. massage 27. home 28. promise

#ineffable wives #ineffable femslash february #ineffable spouses #good omens #aziraphale x crowley

[nadsdraws]

So I've heard we're doing ineffable wives femslash February?

Day 20: history

I've been meaning to draw this for such a long time, I'm glad I've finally had the excuse to do so!

Here's the list of prompts. The event is organised by @ineffable-wives-central

#good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable wives #crowley #aziraphale #the great gatsby #good omens au #femslash february #day 20 #history #ineffable femslash february

[dietraumerei]

Femslash February 26: Massage

AO3 Collection | Thank you to @ineffable-wives-central for the prompt list!

Many centuries in the future, Aziraphale gives Crowley a massage, and thinks on their relationship.

Notes:          

Canon, aro-ace relationship, far future.

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“Do you...I mean, if you want to?” Crowley asked. She was sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, skinny body in a compact little package. And her wings out.

“Words, beloved,” Aziraphale said softly. “Can you please try? I don't know exactly what you want.”

“Sorry.” Crowley smiled, and Aziraphale smiled back. She was sat at her vanity, brushing her hair out, the curls now shining waves under the weight of hair that fell to her shoulder blades. “If you feel like it – would you please massage my wings?”

Aziraphale took careful stock. She was the one of them who needed to ramp up to touch more; needed to get used to gentle touches, and voluntary ones. Not that they both weren't pretty wary still.

Five hundred years, since they hadn't had an apocalypse. Generations gone, but they were just about able to ask for hugs. To slowly find comfort from holding one another. It was an eternity, and very fast; six thousand years of being careful took a lot of undoing.

So they asked. About everything. Aziraphale figured they were the only beings in the world who had shared a house for four hundred years, and still checked in before taking the other person's hand. They were very careful, and very gentle, and loved each other very, very much. Aziraphale was better with saying it; Crowley was better with coming home with some new treat, or planting Aziraphale's favourite roses in the garden.

Massage was a new level of intimacy for them – it had only been fifty years. Aziraphale had started it, kind of; they'd gone flying and she'd caught a gust of wind and tweaked something in her right wing. The only thing that had eased it was Crowley patiently, gently, tidying her feathers and massaging the undamaged muscles, helping them to support the sprain while it healed. It had been scary at first, but it felt so good, and Crowley was so gentle. And it wasn't Crowley that Aziraphale had been afraid of – it had been memories.

“I should like that very much,” Aziraphale said, after checking the thought of burying her fingers in soft black feathers, of smoothing and grooming and rubbing the thick, strong muscle of Crowley's back, and then the thinner, more delicate muscles and tendons that ran through her wings. “Let me put on a wrap, you get comfortable, dearest.”

Crowley grinned and did so, uncurling her body. She was nude, and Aziraphale caught a glimpse of breasts and flat belly and wiry, strong thighs, before Crowley lay down on her belly, curled over a pillow.

Sex was unimaginable, but Aziraphale hoped that, give it a few more centuries, they could perhaps hold one another while they kissed for pleasure. It was a great joy to look forward to.

She slipped on a dressing gown over her nightie – funny, she didn't sleep, but did approve of having essentially a whole second wardrobe to wear to bed – and knelt by Crowley, hovering her arm above her back. “All right?” she checked in, and Crowley nodded, turning her head so Aziraphale could see her smile.

“Good,” Crowley managed, and oh, Aziraphale was so proud of her. She lost her voice when she was nervous. They both did, sort of, only Aziraphale started talking and couldn't stop until she wept, and Crowley brought her tea and held her hand if she wanted it.

They were so good for each other. That, more than anything, had been the lesson of the last few hundred years. They were good for each other.

Aziraphale lowered her hand to cool demon skin, and smiled, pleased at the touch. Pleased she was touching someone she loved, and who loved her back, and that they had only ever touched each other gently. Pleased that she could add a second hand and run her palms over Crowley's back, warming the skin before she began to work the thick muscles. She'd start there, and then work her way carefully over Crowley's wings. The bones there were more delicate than Aziraphale's, and the feathers thicker, and she loved that she knew these differences between them.

Crowley sighed deeply as Aziraphale released a knot of tension, but otherwise she worked in welcome, holy silence, easing them both, the touch nothing but good on this night.

Aziraphale smiled as she massaged Crowley's wings, and so the warm evening slipped away, the two of them enjoying the soft, simple touch, the being together, the loving each other.

#good omens #ineffable femslash february #ineffable wives #my fic

[j-hawthorn]

A Kiss In the Garden

(Written for the @ineffable-wives-central Femslash Feb :D It can also be found on AO3 here!)

This was Aziraphale’s first time helping with Crowley’s garden. They watched her as she padded barefoot over the stone pavers, carrying a large box of seedlings from their greenhouse. Her trousers were rolled above the knee, pale calf pink in the sun. She wore a wide brimmed sun hat, hiding her short curls. Freckles dotted her bare arms, muscles visible. She caught their eye and grinned, nose wrinkling.

‘You’re staring, darling,’ She said, gently placing the box beside them.

Crowley clicked their tongue, rolling their eyes, ‘Ah, sure I am. How can I not? I bet you’re doin’ it on purpose.’

‘Doing what?’ She fell into a crouch beside them, hands on the top of a metal watering can.

‘Being all pretty and butch. Gonna make me pass out, you are.’

She laughed, eyes twinkling, her cheeks flushed, ‘Ah! Hush you, now come on. Tell me what to do.’  

They did. Crowley showed their angel how to dig lines for the seedlings. How far to space them. They taught her how to create drainage in the flower beds, and how to check for aphids or spots. Crowley was kinder to these plants than they would have been if Aziraphale wasn’t there. But it didn’t matter. Not really.

Soon the sun was baking Aziraphale, and she found some shade. Taking off her hat she wiped the sweat from her brow and leaned back against a tree. Crowley lay at her feet, their old, heavily patch work dress (only worn for outside gardening) twisted around their legs. Eyes closed, they listened to the breeze in the leaves, and birds. And to Aziraphale’s giggling.

Crowley cracked an eye open, ‘What’s got you?’

Aziraphale sat down with a groan, rubbing her knees, ‘Oh, nothing.’

‘Come on,’ Crowley rolled over to lay on their belly, nudging her thigh with their elbow. ‘You were giggling.’

‘I’m just so happy,’ She said softly. ‘And...’

‘Yeah?’

‘Well,’ she blushed then. ‘You looked so pretty in the light. How it filtered through the trees. Dappled,’ she tapped a finger to their nose, then leaned in to press a feather light kiss to their brow.

Crowley smiled, eyes half closed. They lay with their head in her lap, and her fingers in their hair. They yawned, warm and safe.

‘It feels good,’ Aziraphale said in a soft, far away voice, as if she was mostly speaking to herself. ‘To do some work with my hands.’

‘...Can give you some work to do with your hands,’ Crowley snickered.

‘I meant in terms of the garden, you fiend.’

‘So did I!’ Crowley snorted with laughter, reaching up to pat her cheek. ‘I’ve got a compost heap that needs turning.’

Their angel clicked her tongue and flicked their ear, cheeks burning red. Crowley grinned. If this was how their gardening work was to be now, it was safe to say they were a big fan. They sat up and kissed Aziraphale sweetly, delighting in her happy little hum.

They were a big fan indeed.

#just a couple of gays in the garden #the life i wish to live #ineffable wives #femslash february #good omens #crowley/aziraphale #ineffable femslash february

[angelofrainfrogs]

Stars

Fandoms: Good Omens

Description: Crowley and Aziraphale's anniversary is fast approaching, and Aziraphale decides to give Crowley her gift a little early this year.

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29137629/chapters/71532234

Note: This story was written for the Ineffable Wives Femslash February 2021 event. A masterlist of all my fics posted to tumblr for this event can be found here (they’re also contained in a multi-chapter collection in the Ao3 link above).

“My dear, close your eyes for a moment; I have something for you,” Aziraphale said softly. Crowley raised a curious eyebrow but obeyed, noting the nervous excitement in the angel’s expression.

“Didn’t know we were exchanging presents early; isn’t our anniversary next week?” Crowley asked and heard Aziraphale’s faint laughter from the other room.

“Yes, but your present arrived early and I just got so excited that I simply couldn’t wait. I hope that’s alright?” The angel’s voice was close again, and Crowley felt the couch cushion sink slightly as Aziraphale took a seat next to her.

“’Course it’s alright, as long as you’re okay with getting your gift on our actual anniversary?”

“Of course, dear! Now, hold out your hands.”

Crowley did so and a large, square object was placed in her open palms. She cracked her eyes open and saw a wrapped present, complete with a fancy golden (obviously lovingly-miracled) bow on top. Eagerly, she ripped away the colorful paper to reveal a framed picture of a circular sky full of constellations. Above the star chart was a very familiar date, while the inscription beneath read: “The Very First Day of the Rest of Our Lives.”

“Angel, what…?” Crowley breathed, staring at the picture in awe.

“It’s a star chart of the sky on the Sunday after the apocalypse-that-wasn’t,” Aziraphale clarified, wringing her hands nervously. It was hard to read the expression on Crowley’s face; she looked happy, but there was also something in her eyes that the angel couldn’t pinpoint. “I… I know that it might not be entirely accurate—it was created by humans, after all, not an all-powerful being like yourself who helped make the stars—but I just thought it might be a nice… memento, I suppose, of when we officially started our lives on our own side.”

“Oh, Aziraphale… I love it.” Crowley’s mouth split into a huge grin as she leaned over to give Aziraphale a peck on the cheek.

“Oh, wonderful!” Aziraphale returned the smile, giggling when Crowley trailed light kisses up and down her neck. “I wasn’t sure it was the right gift, you know, so—”

“Angel.” Crowley sat up and placed the picture on the nearby table, then met Aziraphale’s gaze. “You’re the most thoughtful being on this whole blasted planet, and even though I’ll love anything you give me, this is definitely at the top of the present list so far. So stop fretting and just kiss me, will you?”

Aziraphale laughed again, a pretty blush spreading across her face.

“Well, when you put it that way…,” she said, then leaned over to press her lips against her demon’s.

#ineffable-wives-central #ineffable femslash february #ineffable wives #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale/crowley #good omens #fluff #stars #fanfic #fanfiction #ao3 #phantomhivemast3r #anniversary

[freyjawriter24]

After the non-Apocalypse, Aziraphale realises she’s lost something important. Luckily, what’s missing ends up right where it needs to be.

This is a fic written using the full prompt list for the @ineffable-wives-central Femslash February 2021 event. I’ve done this in a slightly ridiculous way, but I think it (just about) works. Let me know what you think in the comments!

#Where I'm Meant To Be #good omens #ineffable wives #Aziraphale #crowley #fanfiction #my writing #ineffable femslash february

[fledglingdoodles]

@ineffable-wives-central Femslash February 27/28 - “Home”

#Good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable wives #crowley #aziraphale #figgy does art #femslash february 2021

[ami-v-dragnire]

Day 22 // Body Positivity

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Happy #TransDayOfVisibility🏳️‍⚧️💚🌈! Sending all the love to everyone!! I had this in the works from femslash feb but @sungmee and all the other artists working on the Make Trans Rights Stick (x) got me motivated to finish this asap (but still kinda late)! If you have money to spare please consider having a look and the wonderful stickers and postcard up for sale or even just donating! Limited time left!

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event hosted by @ineffable-wives-central

 pic id below cut

[ID: Digital illustration of of Aziraphale and Crowley from Good Omens. Aziraphale is turned towards Crowley and is kissing the corner of their mouth. Her right hand is cradling the side of Crowley’s head. Crowley is holding Aziraphale’s waist with their right hand and is holding a cane in their left. Aziraphale is wearing her waistcoat with the sleeves rolled up. She has a sleeve tattoo up her forearm featuring a flaming sword with a snake wrapped around it and floating eyes and wings. She has pansies in her hair in the colours of the nonbinary flag (yellow, white, purple, and black) and a bow tie with the agender flag (black, grey, white, and green). Crowley has long hair with grey streaks and a flower crown featuring the genderfluid flag colours (pink, white, purple, black, and blue). Their eyes are full yellow. Their dark bishop sleeved blouse has the transgender flag (blue, white, and pink) in the lining of the collar and they are wearing a dark long skirt. Their nails are pained in the genderqueer flag colours (purple, white, and green). Above them are two small speech bubbles. Each bubble has a heart. End ID]

#good omens #ineffable wives #ineffable spouses #ineffable femslash february #good omens fanart #crowley #Aziraphale #trans crowley #agender aziraphale #genderfluid crowley #aziracrow #femslash feb 2021 #your body is beautiful no matter what it looks like! #femslash february #tv omens #nonbinary aziraphale #aziraphale said no thank you and crowley said yes please #to gender that is #crowley has chronic pain #snakes just weren't meant for two legs #fat aziraphale #pure sturdy chunk but also the softest most loved marshmallow #t*rfs can eat dirt #okay this is too long #ineffable partners #av art #ami v art

[ineffable-wives-central]

this is probably a silly question but do the prompts have to be completed in order? prompt 1 for the first of february etc ?

That's the idea, yeah! Of course, if you're late getting a prompt fill up, that's no big deal, but I did intend for them to be in order.

#ineffable femslash february

[maliciousarts]

FEMSLASH FEBRUARY 2021 part 2

(prompt list by warpinator)

7. Chased (Popuko x Pipimi)

8. Lonely (Bubbline)

9. Royalty (Knas)

10. Hands (Ineffable Wives)

11. Long Distance (Blazamy)

12. Hugs (Charlotte x Vendetta)

#my art #maliciousarts #digital art #femslash february #femslash #pop team epic #popuko x pipimi #bubbline #knas #ineffable wives #blazamy #charlotte x vendetta #adventure time #eizouken #good omens #sonic #making fiends #february 2021 #2021

[dietraumerei]

Femslash February 6: Stars

AO3 Collection | Thank you to @ineffable-wives-central for the prompt list!

Aziraphale and Crowley stargaze, and remember their first night on Earth.

(Set in my Renovations universe. All you need to know for this story is that it's essentially canon, and Crowley has a physical disability that means she sometimes uses mobility aids. And Aziraphale is very butch, and very handsome.Rated G.)

“Mind some company?”

Aziraphale actually startled, then smiled over at Crowley. “From you? Never, darling.” She laughed as Crowley settled smack on her lap and stowed her crutches, snuggling up in Aziraphale's arms.

“Well you said...”

Aziraphale laughed and rubbed Crowley's arm – her darling's hips were starting to act up again, and it always took a day or two to adjust. “By the way, your new raised bed is built.”

Crowley brightened up at that. “Dove! Thank you so much, I'll plant some winter crops in there tomorrow.”

Aziraphale laughed and flexed a little, pretending it was a stretch, and snuggled her demon a little closer. “How're the old hips, darling?” Crowley had spent the day in the house, doing small repairs that needed doing – and a big one or three, which meant they hadn't even had dinner together.

“Absolute bastards, both of them,” Crowley said cheerfully. “But I'm getting by fine.” She sighed happily in Aziraphale's arms, just as the sun went below the horizon. “Let's stargaze tonight. Just like this.”

“Well, of course,” Aziraphale said, and snapped her fingers, ensuring that a bottle of quite good wine and two glasses – already full and the wine breathing a bit – were on hand. It was Crowley's turn to caress her, her cool fingertips tracing Aziraphale's collarbone, exposed when she had – feeling rather scandalous – unbuttoned the top two buttons of her work shirt.

“You're so handsome,” Crowley mumbled, and kissed her collarbone. “Can we play something where you rescue me from grave danger and nurse me back to health again soon?”

Aziraphale laughed, and promised they could play just exactly that soon, in between pressing kisses under Crowley's ear. “The very gravest of danger. I shall carry you away, if you like.”

“Yes, please,” Crowley requested, very happy at the thought. She smiled at the rumble of Aziraphale's laugh, and reached for their wine. They toasted each other silently and sipped, settling down to watch the stars slowly come out.

“Clear night,” Crowley said at one point. “'s'nice. Remember the first night?”

“Of course, dearest,” Aziraphale said. “It was so lovely of God to make a cloudless night and show off the stars.”

Crowley grunted, and Aziraphale laughed.

“It was a desert, you know,” Crowley said. “Not much to do with God, not directly.”

“Well of course, but I wanted to see if I could rile you,” Aziraphale said cheerfully. “And that was such a lovely night. Really something special.”

Crowley made another grumpy noise, knowing full well she was only playing into Aziraphale's hands. Her soft, strong hands. That were holding Crowley.

God, she hated her life some days, she thought, snuggling into Aziraphale's lap more firmly while her own sweet angel kissed her hair.

#good omens #ineffable femslash february #ineffable wives #my fic

[j-hawthorn]

Eyes: From “A kiss in the garden and Other tales of from the Domestication of Crowley and Aziraphale”

(Written as part of the @ineffable-wives-central Femslash February. You can also find it on AO3 here!) 

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Crowley was on the roof.

Aziraphale had no idea when, or how, they had got up there. She stood on the lawn, a blanket around her shoulders watching them silently sit in the dark.

Folding the blanket against her chest, the angel spread her wings. With a solid push she was up and onto the roof, landing with a solid thunk. Bare feet skittered on the shingles. She threw out an arm - and was caught by Crowley. They clasped her wrist, pulling her back up to sit beside them. The blanket tumbled down to land on a rosebush.

'What you doin?' They asked, pulling her hard against their side. 'You're going to do yourself a mischief if you're not careful.'

'You can talk,' she huffed, wrapping one wing around Crowley, clinging to them. 'What are you doing up here?'

'Watching,' They said simply, turning back to gaze up at the night sky. 'Just watching.'

Aziraphale followed their gaze. The sky was messy with stars. Out here, away from the city, the sky was so bright. Not as bright as when the world was young, but still stunning.

'Did you make any of these?'

Crowley turned to look at her, a brow raised, 'I'm sorry, what?'

'The stars,' she said, tightening her wings around them both, seeking warmth. 'Did you make any of the ones overhead?'

'Oh...' They shrugged a shoulder, looking back up. 'I'm not sure, hang on.'

Crowley stood, leaning forward, face turns heavenward. Their fingers fluttered as they counted. They took a step forward. Aziraphale hooked her finger through the belt loop of their jeans.

'Don't fall, Crowley-'

'Yeah. There,' They pointed to a faint dusting of stars, almost amber in colour behind a bank of blues and yellows. 'Them. I did those.'

Wings out for balance, Aziraphale stood behind them, arms around their middle. She kissed their cheek, 'They're beautiful.'

'Yeah...Thanks,' Crowley gave a weak smile, turning to look at her. Their eyes met and the demon frowned with a small hum.

Aziraphale cocked her head, 'What?'

'Nothing...just...' they flashed her a quizzical look before examining the stars once more. 'They kinda match your eyes.'

'Oh...'

'Weird,' they said softly. 'I don't remember basing them off anything.'

Aziraphale nodded, 'It's just a coincidence. We didn't know each other then,' she chuckled softly. 'And I doubt you'd have made stars to match my eyes if we had.'

'...Yeah,' Crowley frowned. 'Not like I'd remember, anyway...' They curled their lip, looking back up at the sky. 'I'm gonna pretend they are, though.'

Aziraphale blinked, 'Pardon?'

'You know,' Crowley turned, arms draped over her shoulders. 'If I could make stars again, I would make one for you.'

'Would you?'

'Yup,' the demon puffed up their chest. 'It'd be the best one. And it'd match your eyes.'

'Crowley-'

'It'd be the ultimate fashion accessory. You'd be belle of the ball!' They laughed, nose wrinkling. They gave a lopsided grin, their head haloed by the dazzling night sky.  

Heart fluttering, Aziraphale wrapped her wings around them both, holding Crowley close. She cupped their cheek, fingers tracing along the underside of their jaw. 'You can be very sweet when you want to be,' she said. 'But you are the only star I need.'

#Some tooth rottingly sweet fluff #ineffable femslash february #ineffable wives #my writing #good omens #also on ao3

[angelofrainfrogs]

Book

Fandoms: Good Omens

Description: Aziraphale isn't a fan of e-readers, but knows that they can often help people read easier. After finding nook at Crowley's apartment and reading its contents, she begins to rethink her initial assumptions.

Rating: G

Genre: Fluff

Read on Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/29137629/chapters/71532234

Note: This story was written for the Ineffable Wives Femslash February 2021 event. A masterlist of all my fics posted to tumblr for this event can be found here (they’re also contained in a multi-chapter collection in the Ao3 link above).

Book

Aziraphale knocked three times on the door to Crowley’s apartment before letting herself in.

“Hello, my love!” she called out, smiling when her demon’s familiar voice sounded from the direction of the bedroom.

“Hey, Angel, I’m just finishing getting ready—I’ll be out in a few. Make yourself at home.”

Aziraphale made her way towards the living room. What used to be a cold, sparsely decorated space now seemed a little cozier with the addition of a few bookshelves. Aziraphale’s eyes scanned the room, seeing if there were any new books to read while she waited for her love to finish getting ready. Her gaze landed on the glass coffee table, where one of those e-readers rested close to the couch.

A “nook,” or something to that effect, the angel thought with a slight wrinkle of her nose. As one might predict, she was not the biggest fan of electronic books; in her mind, nothing could beat the scent of parchment and the heavy weight of a favorite story in your hands. However, she did have to concede that e-readers had their uses, especially for people like Crowley whose eyes sometimes played funny tricks and made it difficult to read standard print.

Curiously, Aziraphale picked up the tablet. She wondered what Crowley might be reading these days, or if this was just another device she used for scrolling through social media and starting futile online arguments. She soon managed to turn the device on and the screen lit up, revealing an open web browser.

Ah, just as I thought, Aziraphale mused, then quickly gasped as she processed what she was looking at.

The browser was open to an unassuming search engine, which was currently displaying results for “gemstones meaning eternal love & devotion.” With shaking fingers, Aziraphale gently pressed the search bar, thanking the Lord above that Crowley had shown her how to use basic website search functions on one of her many, many lessons on technology.

The most recent result that popped up was “best ideas for wedding rings.”

Aziraphale felt a flood of love through her corporation so powerful she swore that she began to glow. She carefully turned off the tablet and replaced it on the table, deciding it best not to bring up the fact that she’d been snooping.

It was good timing, for she soon heard Crowley coming down the hallway and couldn’t help an absolutely radiant smile from crossing her face.

Maybe, Aziraphale thought, those e-readers aren’t so bad after all.

#ineffable-wives-central #ineffable femslash february #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale/crowley #book #fanfic #fluff #ao3 #thoughts of marriage #phantomhivemast3r