#ineffable inferno

[rareomens]

Comment Fest Day 7 through 9

Fanworks pairing 2 Canon Characters with Canon History who aren’t Aziraphale/Crowley

Remember: Pairs mean two characters interacting in ANY WAY. Not just "ships".

Search ideas...

Crowley and any of: Lucifer (Ineffable Inferno), Beelzebub, Hastur, Furfur (Crowfur), Gabriel, Warlock

Aziraphale and any of: Gabriel (Gabriphale), Warlock, Michael, Uriel, Sandalphon, Maggie, Nina, Mr. Brown

The Them

Horsepersons of the Apocalypse

Beelzebub + Dagon (FileFlies)

Michael + Ligur (Back Channels)

Michael + Uriel

Shax + Furfur

Gabriel + Sandalphon

Beelzebub + Shax

Or search our AO3 event collection from the past few years: Rare_Omens

#comment fest #good omens #good omens 2 #rare omens #rare omens 2024 #rare pairs #prompt list #ineffable inferno #gabriphale #aziraphale #crowley #archangel gabriel #beelzebub good omens #good omens shax #crowfur #furfur

[gaiaseyes451]

Rare Omens Fic - Choice (Reblog)

This is a reblog of Choice, a fic I released in January, in honor of the @rareomens event!

I'm totally normal about this ship, I didn't have 12-Feb marked on my calendar to look for new content... Nope, totally normal over here, nothing to see...

Note: Rated Explicit on AO3.

An Excerpt:

At first I wanted you because you were beautiful. 

Oh Lord, but you were beautiful. 

The first time I caught sight of you in the darkness of the budding universe, starlight tangled in your hair, the brightness of creation shining in your eyes. How I had wanted you, there and then. The yearning possessed me, ached in my core, intruded on my thoughts. I passed the nights in my quarters, feeling every needling second as I waited for the appointed time to return to the stars beside you.

I could not say when the furtive glances and carefully incidental grazes began. I tried to deny the feeling, dampen the hope that there was a pattern behind the brief encounters. A side-effect of working in close proximity, I told myself, encounters that were unavoidable and meaningless. Nothing more than happenstance, and surely not borne from your desire. A friction, exciting atoms to emit heat, pleasant in the moment—how I burned for you—but chafing in the aftermath when you pulled away. And so I attempted to deceive myself.

~*~*~

Six days I waited for your approach, listened for your voice, felt the phantoms of your touch. You were pulled away, conversing in hushed whispers and strident tones. Angels I had never seen demanded your attention… I sat on the precipice, waiting for any breeze to tip me over the edge.

On the seventh day, you approached me for the third time. Before I heard you, I sensed you—a star binding a body in its orbit, I was drawn to you, encompassed now by a force I could not resist. Even if I could have broken the tether, I did not desire escape. I stilled as you neared, holding my breath, thrumming with anticipation. Your hand hovered between my wings, a touch so light my back prickled as you leaned over my shoulder, breath hot on my ear. 

“Plans are progressing.” Your fingers slipped over the primary feathers to the soft coverts and I shuddered in pleasure.

“The observatory tonight after evening prayer. Let me show you what could be.” You spoke the words with your nose tucked beneath my jaw and I knew you could feel my pulse racing beneath the thin skin.

Your fingertips dug into my back and I arched into the sharpness. “I will not ask again.”

You withdrew, leaving me churning in your wake.

*~*~*

Continue reading on AO3

#good omens #good omens fanfic #good omens fanfiction #good omens fic #crowley #good omens 2 #rare omens #rare omens 2024 #Ineffable Inferno #lucifer #my fic writing #my fic

[aziraphales-library]

inspired by a recent ask, do you know of any fics where Crowley is in an abusive relationship? thank you!

Hello! We've answered an ask like that previously here. You also want to check our #unhealthy crowley/lucifer tag.

More recs:

Black Ice by DarkHedgehog [E]

Crowley's dream was to become a world class ice figure skater and win gold medal at the Olympics. His coach, best friend and lover Lukyan has made all of this possible. So what if they have to hide their relationship from the world? It's because no one would understand. But that's okay, Crowley doesn't really need any other people in his life.

Shackled by rainbow_salt [M], WIP

Crowley and his boyfriend move into the flat next to Ezra and his husband’s. But things get complicated when they start to fall for each other, while also dealing with issues in their respective relationships.

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Next-door neighbours AU, but replace most of the typical fluff with angst.

Via Crucis by Nadzieja [E]

Crowley has been rejected by Aziraphale, the only person he's ever loved. Again. But he can't really blame his angel for not breaking his clerical vows. He knows how difficult it is to leave the Catholic church and priesthood behind. He's done it himself. Now he's just trying to survive.

[A Priest AU, with a lot of angst and a happy ending.]

Hope, Abandoned by TempestHale [E]

Crowley meets Luke in the library at uni while cramming for midterms. Classic meet-cute. Luke is sweet, doting, and spoils him with all the attention he craves. Luke's temper is just part of the package, right?

Crowley tends to end up in very intense situations so mind the tags!

~Mod N

#good omens #ineffable inferno #unhealthy crowley/lucifer #crowley #human au #adult omens #abusive relationship #mod n #crowley/lucifer

[ruchirarambles7]

Wherever you are is my Heaven.

"Hell hath no limits, nor is circumscribed In one self-place; for where we are is hell, And where hell is, there must we ever be."

That was really well played, Good Omens 2. Loved that particular turn of phrase.

#actors #writers #television #good omens #gabriel #belzebubs #ineffable bureaucracy #neil gaiman #doctor faustus #christopher marlowe #inferno

[luckkythirt33n]

as my brain was rotting at 4am last night I had a thought, I haven't read it anywhere else and if it's already been said I do apologise.

HOWEVER

during the body switch when Aziraphale (as Crowley) asks:

"I don't suppose that anywhere in the nine circles of hell there is such a thing as a rubber duck?"

blatant and obvious reference to Dante's Inferno which again points to our lil book worm being the actual host of our beloved demon, because it's an off handed reference that Crowley wouldn't use as he doesn't read.

now if you'll excuse me, I'll be going to rot my brain some more

#good omens #aziracrow #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #david tennant #ineffable idiots #ineffable brainrot #crowley x aziraphale #michael sheen #body swap #god mother fucking damn it i love this show #dantes inferno #i need therapy

[ihavenonamebutcallmenihil]

As mating doves that love calls to their nest

Glide through the air with motionless raised wings,

Borne by the sweet desire that fills each breast

Inferno, Canto V, vv. 82-84 (Translation by John Curdi)

[...] "Not a drachm

   Of blood remains in me, that does not tremble;

   I know the traces of the ancient flame."

Purgatorio, Canto XXX, vv. 45-48 (Translation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

  But now was turning my desire and will,

   Even as a wheel that equally is moved,

The Love which moves the sun and the other stars.

Paradiso Canto XXXIII, vv. 143-145 (Translation by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow)

I've seen the post on how Dante's inferno inspired new Hozier album relates to Good Omens and... well, here is Good Omens X Divine Comedy's quotes.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #divine comedy #dante #lgbtq #dante's inferno #neil gaiman #hozier #unreal unearth #italian literature #literature #quotes #spilled ink

[indigovigilance]

This has been eating at my brain for 5 minutes, but why does aziraphale wear reading glasses sometimes. Is it for aesthetic? Is it their eyesight? Help

Hi @electronicturtlepaper, thanks for the ask! I gave this some thought, and I propose four reasons that Aziraphale wears reading glasses:

Aziraphale imagines himself having a 50-year old human body

He likes doing things the human way

They are integral to his enjoyment of art

He uses them to communicate with Crowley

Expanded arguments and evidence, as always, below the cut:

Aziraphale likes to imagine that he is a 50-year old human.

I think there's a little bit of a tendency to think of the ineffables as being superhuman. They are, but not the way Superman or Wonderwoman are. We get the best illustration of this in S1E6 when Crowley is driving through the M-25 inferno:

Crowley has something no other demons have, an imagination. Right now, he's imagining that he is just fine, and that a ton of burning metal, rubber and leather is a fully functioning car.

We know from this Season 1 scene that Crowley's imagination manifests reality; in this particular instance, it is to defy the laws of physics, to keep his body from discorporating and his car from falling apart.

Even though the way it's being used feels "super," we can see how the mechanic of "imagination manifests reality" could be used in the exact opposite way by someone who likes to think of themselves as a homely, affable pillar of the community that has owned the bookshop on the corner for as long as anyone can remember. We see other ways this manifests, like not being able to keep up with Gabriel while jogging:

He could think of himself as a battle-ready soldier, but he doesn't. He thinks of himself as someone who likes culture, good food, and fine clothes; cardio doesn't really play into that, so his corporeal form manifests accordingly. By the same token, he's an avid reader, and as far as his Whickber Street neighbors are concerned, has spent all day, every day reading books for the past no-one-knows-how-long; how would he not need reading glasses?

By sheer power of imagination, Aziraphale has manifested himself into needing corrected vision.

Aziraphale Likes Doing Things the Human Way

Keep in mind that this is the angel who absolutely did not fool Nefertiti with a single caraway seed and three cowrie shells, but he sure did put his whole entire soul into learning prestidigitation from the best human magicians of their day, and took French lessons so that he could ask his aunt's gardener for a pen.

Wearing reading glasses to read is part and parcel to a 50-year-old man running a bookshop. Miracling himself some Lasik eye surgery would be cheating, just like using a miracle to make the farthing vanish in a sleight of hand trick. In order to do something the human way, all the normal human handicaps must apply, including myopia.

Aziraphale's Enjoyment of Art is Enhanced by Wearing Glasses

I also think that Aziraphale considers wearing eyeglasses to be an integral part of the human experience of the joy of literature; reading a novel without peering at the page through silica lenses framed by metal wire would be like eating sushi without dipping it in soy sauce. The experience would be incomplete.

But, then again, look at this dork:

He's wearing his glasses to listen to music. Clearly this isn't necessary or even helpful (but as someone who has taken off their glasses so they can listen better to somebody, I can assure you it's very human). So this tells us that Aziraphale's glasses are, among other things, his "I'm enjoying art right now" accessory.

This is further reinforced in the following beat, when he's opened the door, and he's not wearing his glasses anymore:

So sometime between turning off the gramophone and opening the door for Gabriel, he took off his glasses to signal that he has quit shastakovich.exe and is returning to "normal adult responsibilities" mode.

Aziraphale Uses His Glasses To Communicate

...and we know exactly who he learned this from: @goodomensgifs credited for this wonderful gifset, hereafter incorporated by reference because my computer is so mad at me rn and can't handle loading gifs.

Crowley uses his glasses to communicate his emotions a lot. He uses them to show vulnerability. He uses them to show contentment. He uses them to threaten. He uses them to show that he is wounded and defensive. He uses them to demonstrate that he is or is not willing to talk. Aziraphale has learned from the best.

The first time we see Aziraphale leverage his lenses this way in Season 2 is when Crowley returns to the shop after their fight about Gabriel. When he's alone, waiting for Crowley to return, Aziraphale isn't wearing his glasses:

but quickly puts them on when Crowley walks in the door:

Quite a few analysts have published metas on equivocation (@cobragardens and @ao3cassandraic, maybe we should start using an #equivocation tag? Because this is becoming a recurring topic), which I incorporate here by reference. Crowley and Aziraphale have had to learn to communicate without saying a lot of things out loud, and glasses are playing a role in that.

By putting on his glasses, Aziraphale has just put up a big "I'm feeling hurt and defensive" sign; at the same time, Crowley takes his glasses off, to signal that he's ready to talk. Aziraphale peers through his glasses while he's pretending to ignore Crowley, reinforcing that his glasses are assisting him in demonstrating his umbrage.

Aziraphale finally takes his glasses off to tell Crowley that his "you were right" wasn't a good enough apology:

At this point in the conversation, the angel is allowing himself to be more vulnerable and show just how upset he is.

This evidence is taken from limited samples, but it fits with the general dynamic of the characters observed elsewhere.

Thanks for the great prompt, I never would have done this exploration otherwise but it was very rewarding.

Good Omentober!

~~~~~~

If you liked this, you may like:

Clothes + Equivocation = Romance by @cobragardens

The Colors of Crowley by @cobragardens

The Golden Lion by @cobragardens

Angel Pinky Rings by yours truly, @indigovigilance

...and any fan is welcome to drop an analysis request in my askbox!

#good omens #good omens 2 #good omens meta #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #glasses #equivocation #ivoc #indigovigilance answers asks

[may--hawk]

Cryin' Like a Baby (ineffable remix)

XXV. Cryin’ Like a Baby - Jackson C. Frank

Cryin’ like a baby, in my mama’s arms / The day they came to tell me you were gone

He rushes into the bookshop, the heart of the fire. Paper and ash and heat whirling all around him, flames crackling, climbing up the shelves, consuming everything in sight. He screams Aziraphale’s name but there’s nothing. The building is mercifully, cruelly empty, just Crowley and his stupidly beating heart. Aziraphale is gone. He’s gone. Aziraphale will never again shake out his wings in the sun like that time after the Flood, white wings of the dove, that time Crowley had stared, and wanted to reach out, and instead kept his hands down by his sides, balled into fists. If he had not reached out to help the drowning, how could he think to reach out now? Aziraphale will never again open an old book and breathe in its scent deeply, the little hedonist, never eat another ox rib, his face shining with grease, never turn to Crowley, smiling, to say, you old serpent - it’s not fair. The bastards. How could they have done this to him?

Crowley does not cry often, but he is crying now. He has no Mother to comfort him, has not for a very long time. Crowley knows humans talk about God being merciful, but in Crowley’s experience She’s never shown any mercy. There is no one to comfort him, not now, not ever again. No hand on his shoulder, the slightest trail of fingers down his back as it pulls away. No bottle of wine passed over, rim wet from the touch of Aziraphale’s mouth, no arm around his waist holding him close in a cemetery full of guns. Such moments of comfort are rare; Aziraphale has - had - never known what to do when confronted with pain. Besides, Crowley doesn’t want comfort, doesn’t need it, doesn’t deserve it. And yet.

The inferno rages around him, paper and heat, worse than any sulfur pit, his skin on fire, his eyes burning. With Aziraphale gone, there is no one left to turn to. No dove. Just Crowley, standing alone. He drops to his knees, knows he will receive, not mercy, but grief, unending and eternal, until the world is extinguished, and he with it.

This story owes a debt to Lucie Brock-Broido’s “A Girl Ago.” Read it here. It’s wonderful.

This, and 24 other ineffable remixes, to be found at:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/52878844/chapters/140296888

#good omens #good omens fic #ineffable husbands #my fic #aziracrow #aziraphale/crowley #crowley

[goodomensgotmeeffedup]

Mafia AU Aziracrow Ineffable Husbands

So a massive crime family split into two factions, one run by Lucifer and one run by Gabriel. They are enemies and they're always trying to come out on top of each other. The original kingpin, a terrifying lady boss who went by the codename God, has retired and just let's her family run amuck. She can't be bothered anymore.

Anyways, Crowley is a member of Lucifer's gang. I don't know what their name is but something Hell flavored I guess. Lucifer is the head, Beezelzebub is the 2nd in command, and Crowley is definitely upper level. He's been doing this a long time, and he's tired. He doesn't want to do this anymore. He wants out. They're willing to let him retire but he has one last mission which is to find a way into their inner sanctum.

An inner sanctum that has an old antique book shop as its cover.

It's perfect, really, hardly anyone ever goes in. Gabriel and his inner circle are free to go and come as they please without much worry of eavesdropping and such from civilian ears. The man they have guarding the shop is quite clever as well. Bookish looks, gentle smile, sweet as could be. Very friendly, a good Samaritan. Even when police manage to get inside making inquiries, none of them ever make further than the front desk because how could someone like this ever be part of something so terrible as the mafia?

But here's the thing, the bookshop manager? Aziraphale is his name, he actually has no idea about the people who own the building. He doesn't know what they really do. He has no clue that he's actually running the cover operation of a very violent mafia. He truly thinks he's just a simple bookshop owner. He loves books so much- he's willing to ignore any vaguely questionable things he might see.

Crowley starts trying to hangout with Aziraphale and become friends with him. Anything to get him into the back rooms. That's all he has to do. Gabriel and his gang are planning something big. If Crowley can figure it out, he can be free. One last mission.

He wasn't planning on falling in love. That was definitely not part of his plan. He eventually comes clean to Aziraphale and this is how he finds out that he has no idea about any of the gang activity.

"How did someone like you end up doing stuff like this, angel?"

Aziraphale doesn't believe him at first. Gets upset and angry and tells him that he never wants to see him again. Storms away.

Crowley is left sitting there alone, stunned, hurt, and angry. He speeds off in his classic Bentley and doesn't calm down for a coupl3 hours. It doesn't sit right with him to be fighting with Aziraphale, and he understands. He does. Especially if his angel truly had no idea about any of this. It's a hard pill to swallow. He drives to the bookshop to make amends.

He finds an inferno.

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[auburniivenus]

eyes shift from their melancholy grey to a soft blue as they turn towards the auburn , normally shied visage painted with something a bit more akin to a brilliance. nature itself was something that appease every edge of the painters mind , as its glory in color and vast reactive atmosphere left the imaginative state of Hwei at full pique. for nature showed colors even he could never bring forth with such a mind as his. the edges of twin flesh curl upward in slight , her suggestion filling his chest with a warmth that he could never put into words for her.

❛ the idea sounds grand. ❜ soft spoken he was , there was a teetering excitement dancing along the end of his sentence. gentle is his hand to reach forward , thin fingers light in their curl around her wrist to pull her along. each step , slow in approach yet graceful in its own way , to lead towards the pelting of water that fell so beautifully from the sky. a halt in steps and gaze turns upward , peering upon the grey-blue sky. there , he felt more alive , as soft rumbles elated the space and rain slid down youthful appearance. that smile from before , growing ever more. ❛ go on. dance. i will watch. ❜ @empyreous

KILLING LONELINESS. A magnificently sublime and utterly resplendent afternoon unfurled, bedecked in the opulent hues of an enraptured cosmos. The ascendant narrative, normally adorned in the gilded filigree of sunbeams, relinquished its sovereign jurisdiction to a symphony of liquid melancholy, wherein raindrops, akin to effulgent celestial serenaders, descended from the immortal vault, delicately pirouetting with a serpentine grace, nourishing the terrestrial expanse in a chorus of sapphire grandeur. “A-Anou…” She felt her exquisite frame being pulled by him. His enthusiasm at her suggestion bewildered her.

The celestial cantata echoed with staccato percussion upon the translucent parasol of existence. Rivulets, akin to transient veins of liquid argent, inscribed sinuous arabesques upon the cobblestone boulevards, a convoluted testament to the dance of dreams forsworn. Beyond the aquatic prism of rain-streaked windows, the world metamorphosed into an ephemeral opus, a pandemonium of luminous hues intermingling in a frenetic fugue of vibrant decadence. Each raindrop, a fleeting crystalline sphere, refracted the dimming luminescence into a hallucinogenic scherzo, casting an incantatory spell of bewitchment upon the quotidian. “Won’t you dance with me?” Orihime felt the petite, strong droplets kiss her persona as they ventured outside, sensing God's baptism.

The fragrance of rain, an olfactory sonnet of unparalleled opulence, wafted through the aether, saturating the senses in the earthy embrace of grandiose resurgence. Amid this aqueous ballet, emotions surged forth in a passionate concerto of ineffable nostalgia. The heart, a forgotten reliquary in the attic of reminiscence, vibrated with the rhythmical reverie of raindrops, each resonance a maelstrom of moments elapsed, drenched in the intoxicating masterpiece of impermanent ECSTASY.

———— And so, as the rain continued its languorous descent, she started moving, pirouetted, and ascended in the torrential downpour, sublime, feeling an epiphany of pleasure and liberation. Raindrops shimmered like diamonds on her porcelain dermis, and her locks blazed like a scorching INFERNO, a radiant sign. Azure hairpins flickered in the grandeur, as if they were conscious and frolicking with her in cadence. Inoue beamed, giggled, letting the rain obliterate her troubles and reticence. The primordial muse, a magnum opus of nature and art, a stellar design dancing for HIM. Movements were elegant and smooth, like a swan soaring on a turquoise reservoir. Amber hues were hypnotizing, like the sun bursting through the charcoal clouds—a golden line. “Come, dance with me.” A palm was offered to the other.

#°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ threads #so i went ape shit with this and ended up writing a novel lol #hope it's okay xD

[rareomens]

Rare Omens 2024 Day 12

Lucifer + Crowley!

The Ineffable Inferno what are these two up to? Share your Good Omens fanworks with them and tag us.

You can also post to the AO3 collection Rare_Omens, which we'll check regularly throughout the prompt month.

#good omens #good omens 2 #rare omens #rare omens 2024 #crowley #lucifer good omens #lucifer #ineffable inferno #good omens fanart #good omens fanfic #rare pairs #prompts

[ao3feed-ineffablehusbandz]

Hell

Hell

by summersage

Afterlife passports are for dead humans… but shortly after averting the Apocalypse, Aziraphale and Crowley find themselves in possession of afterlife passports with their own names inside. Aziraphale interprets this as an invitation to take the Grand Tour of Hell, Purgatory, and Heaven, with an opportunity to make things right with the Almighty at the end. Crowley just wants a nap.

Features all nine levels of Hell and all the deadly sins, plenty of demonic bureaucracy, Eric the Disposable Demon, an unpleasant tour boat that is definitely Crowley’s fault, consequences for poor punctuation, several large explosions, and a literal boatload of dead humans wondering why their tour group got stuck with the angel/demon odd couple.

Words: 3099, Chapters: 1/34, Language: English

Series: Part 2 of Sun and Stars

Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: Hell, Nine Circles of Hell, Inferno References (La Divina Commedia | The Divine Comedy - Dante Alighieri), Dante Alighieri References, this is a relatively soft version of hell, people can choose to stay or leave, Seven Deadly Sins, plus a lot more sins, Demons, demonic bureaucracy, Eric the disposable demon (side character), Temptation, Choices, Asexual Aziraphale (Good Omens), Asexual Crowley (Good Omens), Asexual Relationship, tour boat in hell, includes a literal boatload of dead human OCs, because how do you describe the afterlife without populating it, but trust me the point of the OCs is always to further the Ineffable Husbands love story, and help them figure out what it means that they’ve sided with humanity, Crowley and Aziraphale joint PoV, Aziraphale is Very Excited to take the tour, Crowley is bored

From https://ift.tt/EMFPhnL https://archiveofourown.org/works/47444455

#ao3feed ineffablehusbandz #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthonyjcrowl

[helpmeimblorboing]

More passages I'm proud of

We fall asleep easily after that, pressed close together, so much so that it was barely visible where Corvus’ form ended and mine began. His naked body is hot within my arms, and the scent of him, weighed down with the heady stench of coitus, is intoxicating.

I look down upon him, and, for a second, admire his…. everything, really.

His eyes, flaring the brilliant amber of the fire’s heart, the blazing beauty of an inferno. His sleepy, unconscious smile, curving his delicate lips into a bow more beautiful than that of the Archer God. His face, pale and delicate, as if carved from ice and ivory, yet holding within itself a beauty that was so, so undeniably human – so unrepentantly him

I cannot resist. I lean forward, and place my lips at his neck, as a desire arises in me – strong and weak, flexible and stubborn, easily released but never fully concealed, not always brimming but always there – the unmistakable tang of love, eternal and undying.

If I were ever to write a book on love – it would be a hundred blank pages, because even now, immersed in it, drowning in it, as I was, I could not explain it. Perhaps no one could. Perhaps it changed for everyone. Perhaps no two people had the same experience

It was irresistible, I would say. It was permanent and ineffable and terrifying. Once you have loved and been loved, you can never return to your former state. Everything has changed now, and it is up to you whether those changes are for the better, or the worse.

But it was always worth it

My lips move against his neck, leaving soft kisses and gentle kitten-licks against it, small red marks blossoming like roses beneath my restless lips. He shifts slightly, but I do not stop, my lips are ceaseless, trying to make my kiss into words, to make my lips a script she I write upon his skin, so it would seep like ink through his pores, and he would get the message inside.

I love you

I love you

I love you

At last, my kisses draw to an end, and I lay my head against his chest, feeling his pulsing heartbeat through his soft skin, and whisper, as if speaking directly to his heart

“Thank you”, the words are soft and quiet in the stillness, “Thank you for loving someone who didn’t matter, and for giving him meaning”

“Everyone matters”, Corvus’ voice sounds from somewhere above me, and I realize with a jolt that he had been awake, “What makes you think you are special enough that you don’t ?”

He is relaxed in posture and form, lying against me, pressed into my side like a white dwarf, burning away my skin and muscle, and piercing my heart with emotion and sorrow. It hurts, but I do not let go

I will never let go

He smiles as he sees my face lift from his neck, and starts speaking, “I will love you – not because I pity you, or expect love in return, but because I have no choice – because of who you are, of how you smile, how you laugh, act, of all the annoying, joyous things you do. I will love you because I have no choice. Because you make me understand how beautiful a thing it is to be human. Because you make me realize that the world isn’t a dark place with spots of bright. It’s a bright place with spots of dark”

So saying, he pressed a kiss to my mouth, as if he wanted to wrap up that message and express-deliver it to my heart, and, drawing away, snuggled up gently into my collarbone

“Now sleep”

And, after a few seconds of shock, I did as I was told.

#lgbt #gay #lgbtq #romance #angst #angst with fluff #angst with a happy ending #original creation #original character #writing community #book writing #creative writing #writers on tumblr #writing #writeblr #tooth rotting fluff

[sadbattrue]

About love and other things

#good omens #good omens tv #aziraphale/crowley #ineffable husbands #beelzebub/gabriel #ineffable bureaucracy #satan/crowley #ineffable inferno #ligur/michael #a softer world remix

[cloverthegrand]

Crowley and Lucifer were once friends. But ruling Hell and hating humanity had turned Lucifer into an unrecognisable monster. Crowley knew that he had to leave Hell someday. 

#rare omens #rareomens #rareomens2022 #rare omens 2022 #crowcifer #lucifer good omens #crowley good omens #ineffable inferno #good omens fanart

[cloversfics]

(It’s Just) Another Graceless Night- Chpt. 1

It is 1928, and Crowley and the Devil cross paths. They agree to explore the streets and alleys of New York City, the largest city in the world, for one night. Crowley wants to prove that humanity still has hope. Lucifer wants to prove that Earth needs to be restarted.

All the nights spent off our faces Trying to find these perfect places What the fuck are perfect places anyway?

--- Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply Category: M/M Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationships: Crowley/Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens)Crowley & Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens) Characters: Crowley (Good Omens)Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens) Additional Tags: New York City, 1920s, Historical Omens, Nice Satan | Lucifer (Good Omens), Crowley and Satan | Lucifer are Friends (Good Omens), Strained Friendships, SmokingImplied/Referenced Drug Use, Drinking, Bittersweet Ending, Witty Banter, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Existential Angst --- Here's the first chapter of the 10K Crowcifer fic I'm writing for Rare Omens Month!

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