#ineffable fluff

[metalmiez]

✨one✨day✨left✨

Less than 17 hours. I’m losing my mind 🤯 Screaming, crying, kicking my feet.

I’m so ready. I’m not ready.

I want to know how the story wraps up, and i don’t want the GO Era to end 😭

Have our ineffable husbands and their happy-ever-after 🥹♥️😭

See you on the other side 😭

[heohl-art]

just noticed that 1000 of you started following me🥺💖✨ here's a little gift to celebrate~

• Somebody to love •

Thank you all for following me and appreciate my drawings, I'm so glad of that🥺💖

[fandom-fluff-of-the-day]

Today's Fluff is Aziracrow. This pose is one of my favorites. Crowley just all up in Aziraphale's space

Aziraphale loves Aziraphale's space. Crowley loves Aziraphale's space. I love Crowley in Aziraphale's space. Neil can I be an extra that just yells "Can I get a wahoo" when they finally fix their relationship?

[ezra-didntreallyfall]

Hello there! With all of...this happening in the GO fandom, I just thought I'd share a few of my short fluffy oneshots with you all for some comfort (all rated g or t, with no archive warnings)

Platonic Aziraphale & autistic!Reader

Crowley and Aziraphale talking about boundaries and consent

Aziraphale/Crowley/Reader (poly relationship) sickfic

The ineffables stargazing

Crowley threatening Metatrash and being soft with Zira

Crowley and some women/enbys of Whickber street hanging out

Insecure!Aziraphale being comforted by Crowley

Genderfluid!Crowley rescuing kids from the flood and letting them braid her hair

I have more on my ao3 profile, but there's just a couple I thought you might enjoy in these trying times

[crowleysgirl56]

Wildest dreams wishes for Good Omens Season 3 which will probably not come true but I can still hope hey!

Number 34

So we need something nice, because, well, *gestures vaguely at everything*. So here is morning in South Downs cottage M rated fluff/up to your imagination smut! Enjoy!

Aziraphale never really was one for sleeping. He preferred to while away the hours on more stimulating activities like baking or writing or reading. Sitting up with a book in hand, he watched as the early morning sunbeams crept through the bedroom window and slowly illuminated the peaceful form of his lover pressed against his side. He smiled fondly. Maybe there was something to this sleeping after all. He gazed at the constellation of freckles on the demons bare back, eyes lingering on the spots where ebony wings would burst forth from their astral plane once summoned. His gazed roamed up to an angular and beautiful face nestled neatly into his waist, and thought of the most beautiful golden eyes currently hidden behind closed lids. How he missed those eyes. It had only been a few hours, but still, his heart ached when they were shut. Gently he slowly began to card his fingers through soft red curls and went back to his book.

Crowley was no stranger to sleep, though after 6000 years of doing so in the strangest of places, from the walls and ceiling of his apartment, to the floor of his Bentley, and one time at the bottom of a rather ornate vase in the palace of Versailles (it’s a long a story), he realised that the best place was by the side of particularly captivating angel. He vowed never again to sleep without the angel next to him. He wouldn’t tell him this of course. A demon does after all need to keep up his reputation.

He lay curled up tightly against Aziraphale’s side, an arm protectively wrapped around the angels waist. As the rising sun slowly brightened the room, he was gently roused awake by the feeling of fingers caressing his hair. He watched the dust motes dance through the sunbeams filtering through the window before looking up at the precious angel’s face. Crowley felt himself grin. A most undemonic thing to do. He didn’t care.

“Morning angel, fancy meeting you here” he purred.

Aziraphale’s eyes didn’t leave his book, though the corners of his mouth twitched up slightly, “Good morning my dear. I see you’re still intent on making that joke every morning”.

“What joke? There’s an angel in my bed and he’s trying to temp me.”

Placing the book down and raising an eyebrow Aziraphale replied “Our bed”.

“Our bed” Crowley repeated as he began to snake his way up to Aziraphale’s eye-line.

Aziraphale took off his glasses and moved them along with the book to the side table. He turned to meet Crowley’s eyes. “Did you sleep well?”

“Tremendously”. Crowley began to lean into the angels neck when he suddenly stopped. “Angel. Did you miracle on pyjamas last night after I fell asleep?” he asked incredulously.

“Oh yes, I thought them rather stylish”

“They’re tartan!”

“You don’t like them?” Aziraphale pouted, making sure to enhance his bottom lip ever so slightly. It worked. Crowley’s eyes immediately dropped to his mouth. He smiled wickedly.

“I’d like them better if they were on the floor”. A hand suddenly landed at the top button of Aziraphale pyjamas working it open with deft and slender fingers.

Playing coy Aziraphale turned away and made to get up. “Excellent idea. We should get dressed. I’ve made plans!”

“And what plans would they be exactly?” The next button popped open. Aziraphale paused as heated breath tickled under his chin. He settled back on the bed abandoning his ruse.

“You’ll just have to wait and see”. Aziraphale gradually leaned his head back to allow the demon better access to his neck. Crowley softly brushed the tip of his nose into the crook under Aziraphale’s ear.

“You know that’s very irritating Angel. Besides I thought we didn’t keep secrets anymore.” A small kiss is peppered along the side of Aziraphale’s throat as a third button is reached.

Aziraphale closed his eyes, enjoying the tingle that ran down his spine. “Only the nice ones dear” he breathed.

“Nice! Well if you’re going to start talking dirty” Crowley rose up and hovered over Aziraphale, a hand on either side of his torso pressed down into the mattress.

“Crowley!” Aziraphale’s eyes flew opened as he feigned a protest, but allowed himself to be crowded back against the bedhead. Eyes wide and round, not daring tear them away from the demon, he ran his owns hands up Crowley’s chest.

As Crowley held himself up with one hand, the other went back to slowly prizing open the remaining (and offending) shirt buttons one by one. “These plans of yours, do they have any kind of urgent timeframe?”

“Well no, I suppose they are rather flexible.” Their mouths mere millimetres apart.

“Excellent. Because I have some plans of my own.” The last button successfully removed.

“Oh? Do tell.” Aziraphale slid down into softness of the pillows, slipping his arms around Crowley’s neck as the demon pressed down upon him.

“I think I’d rather show you”. Mouths thank Go-, thank Sat-, thank SOMEONE, finally came together. Turns out, even the best laid plans can wait.

If you would like to know what Aziraphale’s plans were, then go on and read Wildest Dream 13 which can be used as part two to this little interlude. Because you deserve more kissing!

Also Edit: to add @goodomensafterdark because I feel like this is up your alley.

[doerrferr]

okok i really need to sleep but im being unnecessarily autistic thinking about

»crowley’s snake eyes can’t see the stars«

and what if aziraphale got them one of the nebula sensory lamps and miracled it more accessible so crowley could see them (and so that it showed their favourite nebulae)

[perrizom]

I wonder if Crowley ever takes naps in the bookshop.

If he finds/or miracles a comfortable enough couch and takes up as much space possible on it before dozing off, the distant sounds of people and cars on the street and the sounds of aziraphale working act as a lullaby for him and it doesn’t take him long to fall asleep.

Maybe he curls up under a window where the light is shining in, taking advantage of his snake form to curl into a ball and bask in the warm sunlight as Aziraphale has to preform gymnastics just so he doesn’t accidentally step on his precious demon.

Maybe he, on colder days where the sun isn’t efficient enough, wraps his snake form around Aziraphale’s shoulders to absorb the heavenly and ethereal warmth the man always radiates off of him. Aziraphale is always welcoming to this idea that way he can keep an eye on the sleepy snake and also to smooth his hand over the silk-like scales that adorn him.

I wonder what Aziraphale does to make his demon most comfortable on days where all Crowley does is sleep, lowering the blinds and playing some soft classical music on his record player. When Crowley is draped on the couch, he swaddles the man in a comfy blanket, when crowley is sunbathing he always gently picks him up and places him to where the sunspot has moved.

Perhaps if it’s one of those multi year long naps, Aziraphale will softly wake him up every few months and apologize for doing so but just wanted to check in on him and ask if he needs anything. Even though Ethereal and Occult beings don’t need food or water he will make Crowley eat a tea sandwich and a cup of water before going back to sleep and Crowley never remembers these moments, his mind fogged over with sleep, but Aziraphale does and it becomes his little secret that he dotes over his sleeping demon

i wonder i wonder.

[eekonis]

oooh! for the prompt thingy could you do a hurt crowley and aziraphale protecting him/going guardian angel mode? 💜💜💜

Ahahahahaaaan, sorry, this took kinda long °3°

I really hope you like it ^^