Fandoms: Good Omens (TV)
12 Aug 2020
In which people keep mistaking Crowley and Aziraphale for a couple, and Aziraphale starts to wonder if there might be something to it.
Crowley's prank to leave Aziraphale with fake eggs to babysit does not go remotely as planned.
23 Jul 2020
Crowley goes too slow, Aziraphale drinks copious amounts of alcohol, and the bookshop is (very nearly) set on fire. Again.
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"Aziraphale is not one to overindulge in alcohol.
Except for when the occasion really calls for it.
And this one does.
Because - because -
He wants Crowley. He wants his companionship. He wants him here, now. He wants Crowley - he wants. He wants-
Another glass of wine. By now he’s lost count.
Because Crowley is not here. Aziraphale could call him. He could, but - but. Aziraphale is in no state. Probably. And besides, Crowley cannot come. Not tonight, at least. Maybe never. Crowley drove off, after all. Maybe Aziraphale has waited too long. Maybe he’s gone too slow.
And this thought is painful enough to warrant another drink. Or three.
He’s drunk his way through a Chateau Pontet Bordeaux red blend, an Albert Mann pinot noir, the Monsanto Chianti Classico Riserva, and half of the crystal encased Glenglassaugh whiskey by this point, and he’s fine. He is. Really. Even if the room has begun to sway around him."
19 Jul 2020
Aziraphale and Crowley are presented with a classic philosophical conundrum
13 Jul 2020
Crowley drifted into consciousness to the muted sounds of London morning traffic. He shifted a little on the old-fashioned down-filled mattress; he still wasn't entirely used to Aziraphale's bed, which was no where near as big or luxurious as the one in his own flat. But there were some perks to it, namely the warm body resting beside him. He smiled lazily as a hand ran through his hair, and he finally opened his golden eyes to look at Aziraphale lying next to him, cast in the gentle glow of the early morning sun.
"Good morning, my love," Aziraphale said, still stroking Crowley's hair.
"Morning, angel," he replied, voice thick with sleep.
Crowley takes Aziraphale out for the day and overhears a conversation that melts his heart a little. Just some pointless fluff to brighten your day.