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GOOD OMENS SEASON 2 IN A FEW HOURS?

IN THIS ECONOMY?

It's more likely than you think.

#GOmensEveryday

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Let’s kiss in public places behind a vinyl record 💋🥂🎶

Only 3 days until we stop waiting and start seeing!! Countdown by @gomenseveryday !

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Forever in an Every Day

Thanks to the gang that organized the GOmensEveryday event, we are at only 9 DAYS UNTIL GOS2~! I'm loosing sleep over this, folks. So here's a short poem and quick art for the moment that can also be found at my AO3 profile if you prefer.

Forever in an Every Day

Forever some things last. Forever some things stay. From a future to a past, Day by day by every day.

Time forward and behind, Time to come and to reach, Moments discovered and to find, Stumbled upon or endlessly to seek

Is faith certain as universal creation? Is faith sealed and unquestionable? Are our destinies changeable by temptation? Or is it all foretold, innate and ineffable?

Feelings to reveal and uncover Feelings to bear and to arrange Sentiments found for each other Flashes of notions so caring and strange

Love improbable and unbelievable Love and devotion chose against the odds Company rather than foes achievable Devotion to each other like as to God

Be it a day or for the rest of the time Be it for only a moment more May we have more days forward left to find Everlasting as our adventures before

Forever some things last, Forever some things stay, Together, drifting slow or going too fast, on our side every day.

Thank you again, #gomenseveryday !

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The life he wants to protect

Summary

As they gaze at the stars in a rather gentle atmosphere, Aziraphale's serious voice echoes, "You know they're not going to let us get away with this, right?"

Aziraphale and Crowley ponder their future.

Will they face it or run away from it?

Notes

For the @gomenseveryday

Only 2 days and we're there!!!

Just a bridge between S1 and S2

On Ao3

Rating G -  812 words

"You know they're not going to let us get away with this, right?"

Crowley looked away from the starry sky to the angel, surprised at the turn the conversation had taken.

Aziraphale had once again dragged him along on an escapade to sample one of the human pastimes. This time it was to go out of the city to look at the stars, and since he still had that childlike expression of wonder, even after thousands of years of existence, Crowley had been unable to resist.

So they lay together on a blanket, looking up at the stars, challenging each other on the names of the constellations, Crowley finding it amusing in the end. Something like that.

Which is why he was so surprised to hear Aziraphale's words echo through the night in such a serious tone.

It was obvious that their respective former camps weren't going to let them enjoy their victory for long. Whether in Heaven or Hell, it was one thing to accept an angel or a demon living on Earth for something other than their duties, but when the angel and the demon joined forces on top of that, it was clearly unacceptable.

Crowley sighed, and Aziraphale, snuggling a little closer to him, continued, "You know I'm right. You've probably thought about it long before I have, I'm sure."

Crowley put his arm around Aziraphale and whispered into his hair, "We can still leave, Alpha Centauri and all."

Aziraphale seemed to consider it, then, pulling away from Crowley to get a better look, he asked seriously, "You'd really do that? Could you do that? Give up everything? Without even being sure they wouldn't find us?"

Crowley held Aziraphale's gaze and replied in a determined voice, "For you, angel? So I can go on living with you? Yes, without regret. But what about you? Would you do it?" 

He straightened up a little and grasped the angel's hands before continuing, "Don't answer me what you think I want to hear, Aziraphale. Give me a sincere answer. I won't hold it against you, whatever your answer. You, even more than I, have built a life here. With your friends. Your business. Your neighborhood. So answer me honestly. Would you be willing to give it all up to escape the punishment of our respective camps and run away with me?"

Crowley prepared to wait, expecting the angel to think for a few moments before giving his answer, but Aziraphale shook his head and immediately replied, "I don't want to go."

To be honest, Crowley had been expecting this answer, and though he had told the Angel that he would accept his answer, whatever it was, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of disappointment, for he had hoped...

"Not because I'm not ready to give it all up. I would run away with you anywhere."

Aziraphale grabbed the demon's chin and added gently, "But because I don't want to give up OUR life. My shop is our home. My friends are your friends. My neighborhood is yours. It's not my life I love here, it's OUR life. This is you coming home from the coffee shop complaining about Nina refusing to serve you your seventh espresso. It's Maggie using our friendship as an excuse to bring you the latest vinyl she thinks you might like. It's you bringing me Eccles because you know it puts me in a good mood. I don't want to lose all this. Our life."

Crowley, stunned by the passion in the angel's voice, asked almost coyly, "So what do we do?"

Aziraphale cupped his face and replied in a soft but incredibly determined voice, "As always, we fight. For our side."

The demon thought that if he wasn't already head over heels in love with the angel, he would have fallen in love right then and there as Aziraphale looked at him with a new fire in his eyes. Fearless. Flamboyant.

Though he knew the answer, Crowley asked him, scrutinizing him with his eyes, "Are you really sure?"

Aziraphale nodded vigorously before replying in the same firm voice, "I have never been more certain of anything in my entire existence."

Crowley replied in the same tone, the angel's faith and conviction so infectious, "Very well. We'll stay and we'll fight."

Aziraphale nodded again and replied more quietly, "Come what may."

Crowley hummed, "Come what may," before pressing his lips to the angel's in a kiss that sealed their promesse.

When they parted to catch their breath, Aziraphale settled back into his snuggling position against Crowley, his head on the demon's shoulder, and they resumed their stargazing.

Suddenly, they gasped in the same breath: a shooting star had just crossed the sky, leaving its fleeting golden dust behind.

They said nothing, just held each other a little tighter.

Who knew, maybe it was a good omen.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story  🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here

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ONLY 4 MORE DAYS UNTIL #GOODOMENS2! Can you believe how fast the time went? Like a rollercoaster one might say...

Today for @gomenseveryday, 38 fans (plus one Dog!) find a way to pass the time while waiting. So please join us as we keep Gettin' Closer!

https://youtu.be/X-onJ9OZV_0

I'm just so proud of this lineup. Look at them all! You know they're excited for Good Omens. 😇💕😎

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earth angel (will you be mine?)

Rating: General Audiences

Archive Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Category: M/M

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Relationship: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens)

Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens)

Additional Tags: GOmensEveryday Countdown Event (Good Omens), Fluff, Love Confessions, Ineffable Idiots (Good Omens), Mild Time Travel, Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), gabriel is not around, thank god, maybe Muriel is looking after him, Ineffable Husbands (Good Omens)

Language: English

@gomenseveryday Five days to go!

AO3 link if you want to read it there:

The Ritz, early evening. He hadn't been able to get time alone with Aziraphale since Gabriel showed up. The separation was starting to wear on him.

Aziraphale looked so beautiful, like a star plucked from the sky. There was a glow to him, untarnished even after so many years of being crushed down. That glow had always guided him, had been his lighthouse in the darkness.

His angel was fiddling with the gold ring on his finger, twirling it one way and then another. He wished he could have done this somewhere more private, but he couldn't carry this burden for another day. After everything, after six thousand years of treading on eggshells and glancing over their shoulders, he thought they were finally safe.

Then bloody Gabriel showed up and the precious, fragile life that he had built for himself caught aflame, and now he knew that if he waited any longer he might never get the chance.

He drained the last of his wine, warm and burning in his throat, his heartbeat sluggish, content in his chest. Aziraphale cleared his throat, half-rising from his seat, but Crowley caught his hand, stopping him dead. Palms facing, the angel's fingers soft, smooth, delicate. It felt good.

"Crowley?"

He sounded unsure. This was it, the moment. No going back now.

"Angel, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, and it's going to sound stupid and sappy, but you have to promise not to freak out."

He blinked, slow, elegant. "You know you can tell me anything, Crowley."

He could do this. He had practiced over and over again, in the mirror, alone in St James' Park, reciting it to his plants, a mantra, a spell that he cast to protect his heart. Then Aziraphale smiled at him, and his stomach flipped into his throat, and all of those carefully crafted words left his head.

"IloveyouAziraphale."

It came out as one long word, and he swore under his breath. Aziraphale's face went pale, eyes wide. That wasn't the reaction he had expected. He looked like a deer trapped in the headlights.

Damnit. Damnitdamnitdamnit. He had royally messed up this time. Nerves rose like a sea within him, roiling and crashing, salted with holy water. Undo it, undo it, undo it. Unravel the threads, try again, hope that he could do better next time.

The Ritz, early evening. Aziraphale's hand in his, but before. Before he had spoken.

"Crowley, dear - what was it you wanted to tell me?"

"Nothing important, angel. I just wanted to know - y'know, it's a nice evening, I wondered if you wanted to go for a walk in the park or something. We could feed the ducks - and - and - get ice cream."

Aziraphale's brow furrowed, bright eyes concerned. "Are you sure that was all?"

"Yes, very sure. Totally, completely sure. Certain."

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He leaned against the railing, breathing in the crisp night air. The night was pressing in on him, the stars sitting on his shoulders like a funeral shroud. The ice cream shop had been closed - of course it was, it was 7PM at night, what had he expected?

"Are you quite alright, Crowley? You seem out of sorts this evening."

Second time lucky. He had tried once. He knew what to expect now.

"Aziraphale, what I've been meaning to tell you is that -"

Wide blue eyes watching him, innocent and soft and lovely, nothing like his own. He released a shaking breath. This shouldn't be as hard as it was.

"I know you think I go too fast for you, but I wanted you to know that I wouldn't mind spending eternity with you. If you're alright with that, that is."

"Well, we've already spent an eternity together. Six thousand years, in fact."

"I mean - not as we have been. Not as friends. As - something else."

No, that wasn't quite right. He needed time to think. He needed to be more eloquent, to be something that Aziraphale could want, could respect, could love. A snap of his fingers and the world slowed to a halt, the wind ceasing its steady sway and rustle.

Hands through his hair, pacing up and down. He ran a finger over Aziraphale's frozen cheekbone, dropped his head into his hands, pressed on his eyes until it felt like they might burst. He would try again. Another shift, the stars moving backwards in the sky.

"I really like you, angel."

"I like you too, Crowley."

"I want to be with you all the time. I would always be there if you needed help. Like I always have been. And I would buy you books and bring you cake, and I could watch you eat -"

He shouldn't say that. That sounded creepy. For someone's sake, why was this so difficult?

"I'm here, angel. Why won't you see me?"

"Of course I see you."

"Not like I want you to."

Again, again, again, watching as words failed him time after time. Damn scripts and practiced words. Damn the park and the sky and the stars and the moon that watched him from above. Damn the Almighty and her Ineffable Plan. He was too tired for this.

He turned away, shoulders shaking, blood boiling. He needed a stiff drink. He needed to hibernate for a thousand years and forget that he had ever tried this. He needed to sleep somewhere other than the Bentley, needed Gabriel to be out of his life, needed Aziraphale to see that he was right here and he always had been.

A hand on his shoulder, fitting like it was made to rest there.

"Crowley?"

"We should go home, angel."

"What's the matter?"

"Nothing." His shaking voice betrayed him.

Aziraphale turned him around, reached up, pulled off his sunglasses. "Hey. Look at me."

Soft blue eyes met his, the last trace of magic in the world, holier than anything he had seen before. Beautiful. A thumb traced the delicate skin beneath his eye, and he shook at the slight touch.

"There you are. You've been so distant lately. I've missed you."

He couldn't speak. His bones were aching, fatigue dragging him down. He didn't have enough energy to reverse time again. He wasn't sure he wanted to.

"And Crowley?"

"Hm?"

"I love you too."

That woke him up. "What? I didn't say - how did you - what?"

Aziraphale just smiled, leaning against him, a solid, comforting presence. "That little trick with reversing time doesn't work on me. If you'd given me more time to think before trying to reset everything, you would have gotten my answer without draining yourself."

He pulled back. "So why the Heaven did you let me?"

"I thought it was sweet. I wanted to know what other nice things you would say to me."

"What have I told you about calling me nice?"

"I wouldn't know. I was otherwise distracted."

His head was spinning. This didn't feel real. He wanted the ground to open up and swallow him, for the sweet release of darkness to take him in its hold.

"So you - you - really?"

"Really and truly. I think I always did, but it took me a long time to give the feeling a name. I just knew that you made me feel safe."

He regained a little of his composure. "Well, clearly I wasn't doing my job very well, then."

"When have we ever done our jobs well?"

He chuckled despite himself. "Does this mean I can stop sleeping in the Bentley?"

"Mr. Crowley, are you using me for my bookshop?"

"Certainly not, Mr. Fell. I would never do such a thing, but it's very cold out there. Since you love me, I thought -"

"Alright, you wily old serpent. You can sleep inside. On the floor."

He winced. "It's better than nothing."

One arm around his waist, Aziraphale began to pull him towards the gate. Maybe this was all some strange dream, but for now, all he knew was that he didn't want to wake up.

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SIX DAYS TO GO!!! And it’s my day for the @gomenseveryday Countdown! Here’s a little bit of fluff for your enjoyment!

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Hey everyone! Your sole mod is in the hospital. I'm OK now, but it will take time to get everything updated in here. Thanks for following and thanks for your patience!

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Getting Closer

Hello all! For the wonderful Good Omens Everyday event (thank you @gomenseveryday!), I’m offering you a new fic, Getting Closer, in which Crowley (finally) moves in with Aziraphale in his bookshop… No spoilers, a lot of fluff - and only 7 days to go before S2! <3 

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Good Omens 2 is in just 8 (or 7) days!!! We’re in the final stretch now. I’m so hyped!

This is my entry for @gomenseveryday ‘s countdown!

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Here's my second entry for the @gomenseveryday event! Only 7 days left to go!!

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Regency, except the author doesn’t know much about the regency period, the author is exhausted, Fluff, No beta we fall like Crowley, what even happened here, good omens everyday Summary:

“You know, I don’t believe we’ve met.” “No,” Aziraphale says, “We haven’t.” “Well, I’m Crowley.” “Aziraphale,” he says, extending a hand. He means for Crowley to shake it- that’s the proper way to greet someone, after all, but Crowley brushes a kiss against his knuckles. “Charmed,” he mumurs.

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or: Crowley and Aziraphale find themselves meeting everyday for books and company after a run-in at a ball, and it turns into something more.

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10 days left until Good Omens 2!!!

This is my participation to @gomenseveryday countdown, a collage inspired by one of the first promo posters for season 2. :)

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Recap: 11 Days to Go!

Creator: ExtremeExhaustion

Profiles: Tumblr, AO3

Creation: Fanfic!

Creator: Liza

Profiles: Tumblr, Twitter

Creation: Papercraft Fanart!

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Recap: 12 Days to Go!

Creator: Sammi

Profiles: Tumblr, Twitter

Creation: Fanfic!

Creator: chaoticlivi

Profiles: Tumblr (main), Tumblr (Good Omens), Twitter

Creation: Fanart!

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This is my contribution to @gomenseveryday's GOmens Everyday Countdown Event! Only 11 days left! I hope you all enjoy this little oneshot.

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It's 11 days untill Good Omens 2!

So here is a recreation of the very first GO2 poster as my contribution to @gomenseveryday event! It was very fun to work with and I'm really glad I had a chance to participate :)

Also, as a side note, yesterday officially marked 4 years since I first watched GO and joined the fandom, wahoo!