#ace!crowley

Ace ineffable husbands

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

Summary: Aziraphale wants to make love, and he’s not sure how Crowley will react. 

W/c: 1.1k

“Crowley, I have a proposition.”

“Alright, what is it?” Crowley answered, setting his coffee down on the side table, sitting up taller in his chair.

Aziraphale sat in the chair next to him, silent.

“What’s wrong?” Crowley asked, worry growing in his eyes.

“Nothing, nothing is wrong,” he said. “I’m just not quite sure how to say it.”

Crowley sat back in his chair. “Well, I think you’re forgetting that I know you well. After all, we’ve only known each other for a few thousand years,” Crowley smirked.

“Your point?”

“My point is,” Crowley said, leaning closer, “I know those eyes. Those are the eyes you use when you want to ask for something you want, and you feel guilty because you don’t want to be an inconvenience.”

Aziraphale laughed shyly. “I don’t know about that, Crowley.”

Crowley raised an eyebrow, almost mockingly. “Come on, angel,” and in a softer voice, he asked, “What are you thinking?”

“I want to make… love.”

Crowley’s eyes widened involuntarily. “O-oh.”

“Not sex, no, of course not. You know me, you just said it. Of course, I don’t want to have sex. What I want is… to be with you, intimately.”

Crowley’s expression immediately melted with the understanding of Aziraphale’s words. “Oh,” he smiled, blushing slightly. “I… I’d like that.”

Aziraphale’s eyes lit up. “You would?”

Crowley nodded eagerly. “I really would,” he whispered.

Aziraphale leaned closer to him and gently took his hand. Crowley could feel Aziraphale’s heart found in through them.

“What… would you like to do?” Crowley whispered, looking down at their hands.

“I…” Aziraphale whispered with uncertainty, not quite sure how to start. He saw the kind expression on Crowley’s face and immediately knew that he could say anything, even if he was nervous, even if he was embarrassed. “I want to… be naked with you.”

Crowley blushed deeply as he smiled. His eyes were sparkling, and it swept all of Aziraphale’s anxiety away in an instant.

“I want that too,” Crowley whispered shyly. Aziraphale had never seen him shy before, not like this.

“You do?” Aziraphale whispered.

Crowley slowly rose from his chair and moved to sit on the arm of Aziraphale’s, inching closer to Aziraphale’s face. He cupped one side of Aziraphale’s face, and Aziraphale placed his hand on top of Crowley’s, giving it a soft squeeze.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered, tucking Crowley’s hair behind his ear. “Oh, Crowley, you’re so beautiful.”

Crowley rested his forehead against Aziraphale’s, and they breathed together, both cradling each other’s face.

In a quick moment of certainty, Aziraphale leaned up and pressed a light kiss to Crowley’s lips, silently asking him to come closer, to keep going.

One kiss became two, which became three, and then they lost themselves in each other. They stumbled to Aziraphale’s bedroom, giggling as they backed into walls and corners on the way. Once they made it to the bedroom, Crowley fell back on the bed while Aziraphale fumbled for the light switch. Crowley reached up to Aziraphale and took his hands, pulling him into bed and kissing him deeply, wrapping his arms tightly around him.

They laid facing each other, side by side, and caressed each other’s faces as they kissed. Their legs tangled together, and their chests were pressed flush against each other, hands wandering anywhere they wished.

“My gorgeous angel,” Crowley whispered, brushing his nose against Aziraphale’s.

They slowly took off each other’s clothes, one piece at a time, gauging each other’s comfort. Crowley kept asking Aziraphale if he was alright, and it made his heart melt a little bit each time. “I’m more than alright,” was his answer every time.

Once all their clothes were removed, they looked shyly each other and blushed for a long while. Aziraphale let his hands wander along Crowley’s spine, and he pressed another kiss to his lips. “Please, can you hold me? Just for a little while longer?”

Crowley moved as close to Aziraphale as he possible could, until seemingly every part of their bodies was touching, so much so that if they moved any closer, they would become one being.

They closed their eyes and rested their foreheads together once again. Crowley reveled in the gentle sound of Aziraphale’s breathing. Even in such a passionate moment, he sounded so sweet and pure.

“Aziraphale,” Crowley whispered.

“Yes, my love?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“Of course,” he responded softly.

“I mean, the rest of you?” Crowley said quietly, his secret shyness shining through once again.

Aziraphale captured his lips in a deep kiss and smiled as soon as their lips parted. “Of course,” he said again

Crawley placed his hand delicately on a Aziraphale’s chest, resting just above his heart. He could feel the rapid pounding of Aziraphale’s heart through his fingertips.

“It would be my pleasure,” Crowley hummed.

Crowley’s hands tenderly caressed every inch of Aziraphale’s body, memorizing every curve and freckle. He whispered “You’re stunning” over and over again as he placed gentle kisses across Aziraphale’s skin. He adored the feeling of Aziraphale pressed so close to him. He’d never experienced anything quite like it, and he couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful than this moment.

Eventually, Aziraphale sat up and pulled Crowley to sit on his lap, his legs straddling his hips. “My dear Crawley,” Aziraphale whispered, placing tender kisses on Crowley’s cheekbones and jaw. “What did I ever do to deserve you?” Aziraphale had always been an honest man, yet Crowley had never seen such sincerity in his eyes. The look made Crowley melt on the spot.

“I love you,” Crowley whispered, pressing his nose to Aziraphale’s cheek. “I love you so much.”

“Crowley,” Aziraphale whispered. “I love you. I love you more than you can possibly know.”

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A few hours later, Crowley and Aziraphale were still lying in bed together, both naked, Crowley’s arm draped under Aziraphale’s neck.

“This is so nice,” Aziraphale mumbled with a soft smile, looking up at Crowley.

“It is. It really is,” Crowley answered, reaching over to run his fingers though Aziraphale’s hair. He suddenly giggled, “You have no idea how long I’ve been hoping for this.”

“Oh, as have I,” Aziraphale said. “Who knew it would be so beautiful.”

“I never imagined that I would enjoy this so much,” Crowley thought aloud. “At least, not before we became close.”

“Nor I,” Aziraphale said. “Granted, what we did wasn’t sex.”

“No, it wasn’t,” Crowley snorted. Then, he leaned over and pressed a sweet kiss to Aziraphale’s forehead, brushing his hair to the side afterwards. “It was better. Much better.”

“I wholeheartedly agree.”

Aziraphale snuggled into Crowley’s chest, resting his ear just above his heart.

Crowley carded his fingers through Aziraphale’s hair and sighed, “I love you, angel.”

Crowley has this sweet habit of kissing Aziraphale’s whole body at once. He usually starts with his forehead or hands, and ends at his feet. He does that because he wants Aziraphale to know he loves him wholly.

Aziraphale can spend hours at Crowley’s side while he sleeps. He’d rather be reading than sleeping, but he simply loves watching Crowley’s chest go up and down as he breathes.

Crowley sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night because he has nightmares with fire. Not only because of Hell or the incident with the Bentley, but mostly because he was surrounded by fire when he thought Aziraphale was dead. For this very reason, Aziraphale never leaves the bed before Crowley. He’s always there to comfort his beloved demon and assure him everything is okay.

The houseplants still fear Crowley, but since they’ve met Aziraphale after the Apocalypse, they have hope the demon’s heart will eventually grow soft because they once saw them holding hands before leaving the apartment.

They are never embarrassed to gaze at each other for an endless amount of time.

Aziraphale once saw Anathena cuddling Newt and decided to try it on Crowley. He hissed unintentionally at first because his whole body shivered, but soon realized how good it was. He’s always giving Aziraphale hints that he wants to be cuddled.

They switch big and small spoon.

Aziraphale is always trying to keep the bookshop warm so Crowley can stay warm as well. He’s a snake, after all. When everything else fails, Aziraphale offers his own body to warm Crowley, using soft hugs and soft blankets.

Aziraphale and Crowley decided to try cooking together. They’re very bad at it, but they love the process and the intimacy. The food is usually ruined but they miracle it to become a feast.

Speaking of intimacy, they make out a lot, but only when they feel inspired to show how desperately in love they are with each other.  

However, they’ve only learned how to do it because they were tired of watching boring kisses on movies and decided to try themselves.

The dearest image Crowley holds of Aziraphale is when he’s sleeping on their bed, shirtless, with his back on Crowley and his wings unfolded. Crowley doesn’t know why, but he loves the shape of Aziraphale’s back and waist.

As Neil Gaiman says himself:

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Rating: Mature/Explict

Good Omens TV series, Aziraphale/Crowley, asexual/ace-spec Aziraphale and Crowley, fluff, smut, first time

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“I’d like to try sex,” said Aziraphale suddenly during a quiet, golden afternoon in the flat above the bookshop, causing Crowley to immediately inhale a considerable amount of the wine he’d been drinking. Aziraphale perched on the back of the sofa and waited politely while he finished choking for a reply.

like... Ariraphale is the one who likes human pleasures of the flesh.

I know that not everyone has the same head canons when it comes to shows but I gotta say that Good Omens literally become a so called shinning star in the dark for me.

For me I see Azriaphale and Crowley as Ace and them just living together and their life over 6000 years just makes me jealous, but at the same time it gives me hope that I too could be in happy relationship. And I just want to say that while didn’t hit the all the marks for diversity it gave hope that with positive representation of the LGBTQIA+ community that things could get better for all groups

Pairing: Aziraphale/Crowley

W/c: 1k

It was February 3rd, 1793 in Paris, when Crowley realized that he was in love with Aziraphale.

The two of them were in Aziraphale’s bookshop at the time. Aziraphale was sitting, straight and proper, on his chair while reading The Tempest, and Crowley was sitting on the other side of the room, watching him through his dark shades.

The sun had already set, and there was a wild snowstorm outside, completely obscuring their view out the window.

The possibility occurred to him as he stared at Aziraphale, the dim light of the oil lamps illuminating his soft features.

Is it feasible that, after all of this time, I have actually grown fond of Aziraphale? We were adversaries in the beginning, but times have changed. We may be on different sides of this war, but that does not mean that we have to despise each other... right?

But he’s an angel, and I’m a demon. How would a relationship like that even work? Would he ever actually love someone like me? Is he even capable of loving a demon?

Then again, I never thought that a demon would be capable of love… especially loving an angel…

“You’re thinking loudly again,” Aziraphale interrupted his thoughts as he turned the page of his book.

Crowley cleared his throat as he uncrossed his legs and set his wine glass on the table next to the sofa. “No, I’m not,” he mumbled quickly.

Giving him the side eye, Aziraphale responded, “You are.”

Crowley stared at him, silently telling him that he was wrong and that he should get back to his book. However, since Aziraphale was… Aziraphale, that didn’t happen.

“Well, if you are going to be like that, I’m going to have to take this,” he picked up the wine glass from the side table, “And replace it with a nice pot of tea.” He walked away, wine glass in hand.

A few minutes later, he returned with a tray in his hands, carrying a tea pot and two mugs. He set it down and poured Crowley a cup, exactly how he liked it.

Crowley took the cup from him, his lips pressed into a thin line as he stared down at it.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale said. “I’m not going to make you say anything. We’ve been together here long enough for you to know that.” He tilted his head to the side, studying Crowley’s expression. “Something’s bothering you.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Crowley said, gesturing his cup towards Aziraphale. “I’m not bothered by it. It’s just odd.”

“Odd?”

“Unexpected,” Crowley clarified.

“How so?” Aziraphale asked, taking a sip of his tea.

“Do you think that we’re friends?”

Aziraphale raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. “Yes,” he said simply. “Yes, I suppose we are.”

“You don’t think that’s… odd?”

“Well, it’s definitely odd,” Aziraphale responded with an amused smile. “But that doesn’t mean that it isn’t possible.”

After taking a big gulp of his tea, Crowley asked, “And love?”

“Friends can love each other. Indeed, they can.”

“And if it’s not platonic love?”

A soft, kind smile grew on Aziraphale’s face. “Crowley, I love you. Of course, I love you”

“I don’t mean like a friend or a brother,” Crowley added hesitantly.

“Neither do I.”

Crowley didn’t answer. There was something else that he wasn’t sure how to say. Something that could potentially go much worse.

“You’re still thinking,” Aziraphale noted.

“If I were to say that... that I didn’t want to... have sex... what-” Crowley cut himself off, pursing his lips together as he looked at the ground. He was suddenly extremely grateful that he hadn’t taken off his sunglasses. They had never been more useful. He didn’t want to feel Aziraphale looking into his eyes right now.

However, interrupting his thoughts, was Aziraphale’s quiet voice saying, “Oh, thank the Lord.”

Crowley glanced up and raised an eyebrow. “What?” he mumbled.

“Crowley,” he breathed, looking at him earnestly. “You have no idea how relieved I am.” Crowley raised an eyebrow, to which Aziraphale responded, “I’m asexual. I love you, Crowley, I really do, but I don’t want to have sex with you.”

Crowley suddenly sat up straight. “You... I’m asexual.”

“Really?”

“Really. I... I didn’t know that you were-”

“Crowley, did you really think that I’d be interested in all of that?

The realization hit Crowley like a truck. Oh. Oh. He couldn’t hold back his laughter. “For fucks sake,” he said through fits of laughter, putting his face in his hands.

“Don’t say that,” Aziraphale said sternly.

“Fucking hell Aziraphale!” He laughed wholeheartedly, beaming up at Aziraphale with wide eyes.

“Don’t,” he said even more sternly, eyebrows raised, although there was a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Why didn’t you say something sooner?”

“Well, why would I say anything!? You never gave me any reason to think that you would ever... why would we... we’re supposed to be enemies!”

“Well, we’re definitely a long way past that now,” Crowley laughed, a sly smirk growing on his face.

“So, we are both asexual,” Aziraphale pondered aloud.

“Yes, it seems that we are,” Crowley remarked. “So… what are we supposed to do now?”

“I have absolutely no idea,” Aziraphale admitted. “I suppose we could… try this out, and see how it goes?”

Crowley took off his glasses and looked Aziraphale directly in the eyes. “I think… I’d like that.” A smile grew on his face, and he said, “Yeah. Yeah, I’d really like that.”

Aziraphale’s eyes sparkled as he replied. “As would I.” After a few moments, he added, “Would you… maybe like to go get some coffee?”

Smiling softly, Crowley nodded and said, “I’ll drive.”

Aziraphale stood up and walked over to where Crowley was sitting. After lingering there for a moment, he leaned down and gently brushed his thumb along Crawley’s jaw. As Crowley smiled softly, Aziraphale pressed a kiss to his cheek and quickly fled from the room.