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@parmelde suggested a date at the Globe for the @goloveday exchange, and here it is!
"Can you even park here?!"
"Don't worry angel, nobody will notice."
"Let's go inside."
"This certainly brings back memories!"
"They did a really good job when they rebuilt it, don't you think?"
"How about we have dinner at the Ritz?"
:)
I’m a little bit late for @goloveday but here’s my gift for my partner @piakichu based off of their wonderful fic that you can read here
This artwork is for the lovely @janara7 as my part of the @goloveday Valentines day exchange.
Surprises and mishaps or, as Crowley would say, "That went down like a lead balloon"
Hope you like it :)
My Golove exchange gift for @okionlywanttoreadforever! Sorry it's a bit short, but I hope you enjoy! @goloveday
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Aziraphale could get used to this.
He watched out the kitchen window as Crowley stood in the yard, four small goats butting at his knees as he tried to feed them grain out of his hand. He nearly choked on his tea laughing when Crowley was brought to the ground by a well placed butt.
“Do you need some help darling?” Aziraphale asked as he stepped out into the yard.
“No,” Crowley said, before changing his mind as Chaos, the black one, sat down on his legs. “Maybe...”
Aziraphale laughed again, and pushed the goats away from Crowley, then helping his demon back up on his feet.
“I could’ve gotten up on my own angel,” Crowley grumbled, adjusting his sun hat.
“Absolutely dear,” Aziraphale smiled and brushed off some dirt from Crowley’s face. “Those goats of yours give you a lot of trouble don’t they?”
“Makes a demon proud,” Crowley grinned. “Anyway, they’re not as troublesome as your chickens,”
“Oh, really now?”
“Could be demons themselves angel,” Crowley said. “Terrors,”
“You’re just scared of them because you’re all snakey,” Aziraphale teased.
“M’not!” Crowley responded, offended at the notion that he would ever be afraid of a little silkie hen.
“Mhm,” Aziraphale hummed. “Well, breakfast is ready, would you like to come in and get some?”
“What’s it today angel?”
“Crepes and baked apples love,” Aziraphale answered. “And there’s a black coffee for you on the table as well,”
“Sounds great,” Crowley grinned. “Let’s go in,”
Aziraphale hooked his arm in Crowley’s as they walked. “Oh, would you like to go to St. James this afternoon? Feed the ducks?”
“Absolutely Aziraphale,”
They could get used to this
💜FRIENDS💜
Who would be interested in another round of GO LOVE DAY? Exchanging fics and fan arts for Valentine's Day featuring, of course, The Ineffable Husbands?
Like and reblog to give us a good idea of who would want to participate. Don't worry, even if it's just a couple we'll do something!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Fantasy AU, Fluff, Getting Together, Florist Crowley, Potions Master Aziraphale, love potions, but not the kind you expect, GOLoveDay, Valentine's Day, Bantering, flirting by annoying the heck out of each other
My fic for the gift exchange for @goloveday headed by @snek-snuggles
The very first thing to come out of Aziraphale’s frowning mouth was: “I thought I told you no refunds.”
Crowley rolled his eyes, the beginnings of a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “What good is a love potion if it won’t make you fall in love with me?”
Instead of his heart doing somersaults in his chest and absolutely swooning, Aziraphale chose to immediately bristle. “I told you before, that’s not what they do—”
***Written for GO Love Day***
for the lovely @alwayscomewhenyoucall!~ Happy Valentine’s Day my dear and I do hope you enjoy it~
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale & Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Post-Canon, Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Picnics, Aziraphale and Crowley Have Their Picnic (Good Omens), didn't know that was a tag lol - Freeform, Not Beta Read Summary:
“I admit, it’s a pleasant surprise to see you here again, and so soon after the notpocalypse, but what’s up?” Aziraphale chuckled. “Well, it’s a wonderful day outside, blue sky and not a cloud in sight, so I thought I would make good on that promise I made all those years ago,”
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My fic for the @goloveday Valentine’s Day Fan Works Exchange here on Tumblr! I hope you enjoy @btab66 <3
Heart-shaped chocolates
So excited to post this for my first ever gift exchange! Happy Valentine’s everyone, and especially @warcats-cat (I hope you like your gift!) and @goloveday (thank you for putting event this together! xx) 💜💜
Posted on AO3 here (bc idk what the formatting on this site is doing rn!)
Crowley glared at the bin and wondered if it would be overly dramatic to set it on fire.
Look, the shiny, tacky – stupid idea – box of chocolates deserved it, alright.
A woman in a smart green coat walked past, disrupting his sight of the bin from where he leant against cold metal railings. He transferred his glare to her for good measure and grimaced when she glared right back. Londoners.
Sighing, he untangled himself from the iron bars and set off walking, allowing himself to be aimless for now as he tried to figure some way out of this unmitigated disaster– this travesty – bloody hell, what was the point of surviving the apocalypse if this was the kind of thing he had to deal with? He stole past shops, and told himself he wasn’t noticing the glittery, mass-produced hearts that were smeared across all their window-displays.
Continue reading on AO3! 💜💜
