When And If Crowley And Aziraphale Become Intimate For The First Time It’s Going To Be Incredibly Gentle

We are seeing it and it was so heartwarming that, in the end, what worked was the innocence of the young ones.

I know it seems pretty silly to make the comparison because Adam was literally staring down Satan but it’s still really sweet how Good Omens has the underlying message that adoptive parents can be just as good, if not better, than biological parents. I don’t know, we’re all so focused on the plotlines with Crowley/Aziraphale that nobody’s really talked about the fact that an eleven-year-old kid suddenly realized that he was adopted and instead of holding any animosity towards his adoptive parents, he literally moved heaven, hell, and earth so that his adoptive dad could be there instead of his biological dad.

Again, that biological dad just happened to be Satan, but the theme still works.

MAGGOTS. GO. SLEEP.

Can't believe I'm doing this again but I know a lot of your timezones and I know MANY OF YOU ARE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE AN AWAKE PERSON RIGHT NOW.

AND A LOT OF YOU, IT MAY BE DAYTIME BUT YOU'RE SLEEP DEPRIVED. MMHM. YOU AS WELL.

Yes, you, reading the fanfic, we've all been there, close the tab. It's something to wake up to and read in the morning or after your nap.

You watching the David Tennant video on youtube, hush now, close it. I can assure you that he will still be there when you wake up, more gender than ever. So will Michael Sheen.

You authors writing the fic, we love you for your effort but we need you to be healthy and alive okay? Same for you artists, yes, it looks beautiful, put it aside. You'll see it better after sleep. All you editors, too.

All of you. The science students, the musicians, the retail workers, the dreamers, the weirdos, the nurses, the doctors, the lovers, the oozing slugs through life folks, the zombies, the adults, the retired, the teenagers, all of you. Get some sleep.

If you cannot now, take a hug, or a smile if that's more comfortable. When you can, go to sleep.

When you can, shut your eyes, and I promise we will be waiting on the other side.

Here's all my love for you *hands it over carefully* there, it'll keep you safe while you dream.

YES

I'm seeing a buncha theories saying that Aziraphale and Crowley have been having sex the whole time. May I please present to you my rebuttal? Here it is:

6000 year old virgins acting like they know what the fuck they're doing would be hysterical.

-give me coffee-

aziraphale: *slumped, his head on the table *

nina, places coffee in front of him: you alright there?

aziraphale: *shakes his head*

nina, smirking: your fella wearing that turtleneck again?

aziraphale: *nods*

nina, takes the coffee away: I’ll get you something stronger

the way that in the book literally every single person that meets Aziraphale and Crowley assumes immediately they are together in both a romantic and sexual way. Even the delivery man sees them for half a second and goes “ah, the couple sharing the wine, perfect”

Cannot believe the plot of S2 was:

Aziraphale's old boss shows up completely naked & with amnesia, Aziraphale wants to adopt him and Crowley says No, then shoots fucking lighting and it literally becomes the Locked Door trope for the lesbian neighbours

Crowley's old boss turns up and is like Have you seen my boyfriend the Archangel. btw Heaven has a Death Note. And Crowley goes Ah shit and drives back to his husband's shop, does a little apology dance, then they casually do a miracle with enough power to raise TWENTY FIVE people from the dead in order to turn the Commander of the Heavenly Host into the Bookshop Assistant

Heaven rocks up and goes Um Aziraphale what the fuck was that about? and he panics and says Ah yes, I made the lesbians over the road fall in love because one of them gets my favourite records

Heaven sends an angel to verify his painfully bullshit story, but they have literally never been to Earth before so Aziraphale just makes them tea and Crowley's winds them up by being a little shit as usual. Then Crowley goes Hey husband can we have a lil chat and Aziraphale goes Yes darling let's shut the door in the most suggestive way possible, then joke about how I'm a terrible liar, but also I want to roadtrip darling so can I borrow our car? And Crowley's like Fucking fine I guess I'll try and get the lesbians to hook up & look after our new children

He's a great terrible house-spouse while Aziraphale larps in Scotland for a couple days, then Aziraphale decides to get the whole neighbourhood to role-play Jane Austin while still trying to make the lesbians shag

Then Crowley's replacement throws a brick through the window, yeets the dude who's been crushing on Aziraphale. So Crowley goes Alright husband stay put, I'll take these loser mortals outta here. Then he has a little spy mission in Heaven with one of his new children, while Aziraphale declares war on Hell to avoid ruining the good books via yeeting them at demons

The whole gang arrive, Aziraphale’s ex-boss and Crowley's ex-boss High School Musical their way off the face of the planet, then S2 ends.

That's it. Credits roll right here

Sleight Of Hand - Chapter 1: The Pledge

@moonyinpisces and I proudly present Chapter 1 of “Sleight Of Hand”: The Pledge!

Read on Ao3 (with extra Comic pages!)

Early release of comic pages as well as sketches and uncensored Versions on my Patreon.

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“It’s our last night on Earth,” Crowley says, voice wrung together in chapped, rusted parts. “Six thousand years of this. Of never– of not getting to– *eurgh!”* Uncaring of the styling, Crowley runs frantic hands through his hair, mussing it up in tight, torturous fists. “Six thousand years. And it’s a bloody *photograph* that does us in.” 

His eyes are golden, molten in the warm, ambient light. The pulse at his long, taut neck is fluttering like a trapped bird, the skin there thin, delicate. “Hm,” Aziraphale says distractedly, without thinking too much of it. “I’d always thought it would’ve been what we’d got up to at Job’s.”

Crowley zeroes in on Aziraphale, at that point. All of this has been musings to himself, of attacks towards nobody in particular. Perhaps God. Most likely God. But now he’s not looking at God, and he’s looking at Aziraphale instead. It sets Aziraphale on edge, prickles the angelic sense at the back of his neck. It quickens his pulse, settles the heat of his body decidedly southward. But more than that, perhaps most of all; it makes Aziraphale be as reminded of Crowley’s human body as he is of his own, at this exact moment. 

The demon takes a step forward. Aziraphale, a stuttered step back. His fingers are curled into the top of his opposite sleeve, tips brushing the edge of the polaroid he’d nearly grabbed.

“Calm down, Crowley,” he says waveringly. 

“Calm *down?*” Crowley repeats quietly, dangerously. He’s looking Aziraphale in the eye, now. He’s looking nowhere else. 

Another step. Forward, back. Aziraphale licks his lips. 

“It’s all going to be alright, my dear boy,” he tries. He clears his throat, shifts his fingers further into his sleeve. “You see–”

He’s cut off. Quick as a flash, Crowley’s gripping him around the shoulders, shoves him back so his arse is pressed to the lip of the vanity, the lit-up mirror alighting him from behind. Aziraphale’s arms draw up around the demon’s shoulders in surprise. There’s nowhere else to go, no more steps to take. The look in Crowley’s eye speaks of a hunger all-too-familiar to Aziraphale. Reminiscent of meat, of basements, of languishing drunkenly at the end of another man’s Earth. Behind Crowley’s head, Aziraphale has the photograph clenched in one hand. 

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispers. 

“Don’t–” Crowley’s expression is fierce, desperate. “Don’t say *anything–*” 

Aziraphale opens his mouth to say something else.

*“Angel.”* Crowley makes a desperate sort of sound, and then their lips are pressed together, and Aziraphale freezes altogether. 

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"My dear" has become deeply entrenched and deeply beloved fanon; most fanfics have Aziraphale calling Crowley that as a regular thing. I know, I know, it appears just ONCE in the book, along with a "dear boy" and a "my dear boy," and there's a "my dear fellow" in S1E3… Luckily, rationality is NOT a requirement for membership in the Good Omens fandom, lol!

Anyways: Season 3 is our final chance to hear Aziraphale call Crowley "my dear." And therefore, my ask is: Would you please please PLEASE give us a "my dear"? You know what I mean, NOT a, "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn" kind of "my dear," but one where Aziraphale does the big blue eyes look (you know the one I mean, or if you don't, Michael will know), and then says it.

PLEASE can we have a "my dear"? PLEASE?! Please please please?! {grovels shamelessly} Please, Neil, PLEASE give us a "my dear"! A small one?! If Good Omens finishes without a "my dear," I will absolutely DIE! {swoons dramatically}

{cracks one eye open to see Neil's reaction}

Good news! Crowley will be transformed into a deer at the start of season 3, and Aziraphale will ask if anyone has seen his deer repeatedly.

I propose that the s3 1941 flashback should start with crowley accidentally finding the picture of him and aziraphale in aziraphale's bookshop and after a longing look from crowley we start the flashback from exactly where we left off

damsel Angel in distress