for sale: turtleneck crowley. never fucked.

crowley would never want to be duke of hell but also i love the idea of him being the duke to aziraphale’s supreme archangel. petty, petty confrontations. drunk, bitter meetings about the second coming. the road to hell paved with sarcasm. feed it to me with a spoon

They were just two idiots who wanted to get off work early and go and have lunch, ffs.

not even a kiss in the old man yaoi au

And what if I never needed their souls to be 'intertwined by fate'? What if all that I needed is for them to love each other because they have known and understood and shaped each other for so long? And what if I never cared about them ‘finding each other in every universe?’ What if all that I wanted is for them, in this universe where the odds were so stacked against them, to choose each other?

s1 era good omens fics with like 10k kudos fill me with an impossible nostalgia for what must have been an amazing, busy, positive, thriving time in fandom but alas i arrived post-kiss

“crowleys gonna reject aziraphale in s3🥺‼️” crowley would walk on his hands and knees 1000 miles through a desert of broken glass for just the chance to hang out with aziraphale. be serious.

the sexiest thing a woman can be is a cringe fujoshi with a very serious day job

You know the pain is so emotionally deep when you feel physically sick thinking about them