#ineffable husbands week 2019

[canisonicscrewyou]

Okay here’s the thing, some of you are asking for the 2019 Aziracrow Cosplay Pics** in my inbox, and upon reflection how could we not. You’re gonna get so much more lore than you could’ve ever asked for or wanted,though. This is a long post, and I almost want to apologize for it. **Pre-HRT baby face pics ahead

For context, Damien and I have known each other since freshmen year of high school, 2012. In fact, we had like no classes together, and whenever one of us mentioned our nerd shit in class the first couple of days, kids kept telling us we HAD to meet each other. We finally met in a history class after they got transferred into it, and exchanged fandom memes back and forth after school on the sidewalk that day until our rides picked us up, and pretty much from then on freshmen year EVERYONE thought and asked if we were two little queer kids dating in our Catholic School.

And of course we weren’t— we just sat in each others’ laps a lot, or grabbed at each other a lot, and were a little inseparable for a while. Neither of us read anything into this. We were also, very importantly, cringey little 14-15 year old SuperWhoLock girlies, only I didn’t watch Supernatural, and they didn’t really watch Doctor Who, and we both thought Sherlock was pretty good. We supplemented our own love for our special little shows for the other. We were so inseparable that Damien’s 1-month-long-freshmen-boyfriend got them a Doctor Who gift for Valentine’s Day. The key to the Eleventh Doctor’s TARDIS. (My favorite, at the time, and also one that I knew they definitely sold at the comic book shop up the block.) They break up with him for giving them chocolates with nuts(allergy), and immediately give my little autistic ass the TARDIS key at lunch. Neither of us read anything into this. This is a common theme.

Damien, at some point, tells me to read a book they love, Good Omens. Due to my brain being the way it is, it takes about 3-4 business years, until college, to read Good Omens at their recommendation.

Damien is one of my best friends throughout high school and college. I also think it’s important to note that they were a jock, and I was a theatre kid. And the only time I convinced them to do something, a haunted house, with the drama club, to share a hobby maybe, they got hit in the head with a lightsaber by a 1st grader and needed stitches immediately after we started.

ANYWAYS.

I get Damien into cosplay a year or so later- 2013? 2014?

But it also takes us years to cosplay together- we would help with each others’ cosplays a lot. By that I mean I built a bunch of their props and they helped by getting the supplies with me and generally just hanging out. It takes us until 2019 to cosplay together.

Good Omens is out on Amazon Prime.

We text each other.

“Do you want to do a couple’s cosplay of this?

Yes, yes of course I do.

And yes, of course you’re Crowley, and of course I’m Aziraphale. And of course I’m Crowley, and of course you’re Aziraphale.”

Pretty much every week that summer, we built our wings from scratch, from wire and masking tape and ethically sourced goose and duck feathers and mall Chinese food. We go out and plan and shop for our gay little outfits. We sit and talk in their car, in my driveway, for ages every time, every night.

Another fun fact: this was the same convention that I painstakingly painted their tits blue for. And also painstakingly helped them wash blue off of in the shower, drunk, later that night. Unrelated, Aziraphale was the first cosplay I felt comfortable in.

Another fun fact: while getting ready for the photo shoot we booked that morning, my family dog scared my cat Almondmilk, and he peed all over my Aziraphale cosplay, and I yelled a bit. Our photographer rescheduled, blessedly, and a few hours later our photographer was asking how we wanted to stage the kiss, since of COURSE there had to be a kiss, but instead we sort of just—

“We’re really good friends— We’ve known each other since high school— We’ve already seen so much of each other this is no big deal— Do you need another shot?”

“Uh-huh,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “I think maybe one more, if we’re comfortable with—“

“Oh yeah, no problem at all-“

“Uh-huh, Yeah,” Our photographer says, knowingly. “Tilt your head up more.”

Not many couples can say they somehow managed to get their first kiss documented and edited in HD.

Damien got nauseous at the last day of the con, and the only thing we had to help were these honey sticks from a tea shop booth. They couldn’t open the little sticks themself, with their fangs in, so I took them and ripped them open with my teeth to give to them. Completely, totally unrelated, though, I think this was the summer I began to realize, perhaps realize once more, that I was so absolutely done for for Damien.

Anyways all of that went SO well, that we were planning every Ineffable Husbands cosplay we could. Somehow, our most logical next choice was a fun and very quick, messy little boudoir photo shoot in my college dorm room, while they were visiting me 3+ hours away from their school.

Down so bad you lovingly pack wigs to go to college with so that you can have your best friend sit in your lap for your little ship.

We did that as Just Good Friends, literally in front of an old friend who took the photos and helped us stage the poses a bit.

We went to sleep that night in that bed. It was big enough to fit 3, maybe even 4 people if you were in a pinch. The bed was not treated like it was that big. (Note, we now sleep on a full sized bed, and it’s suddenly too small.)

And we talked for a while and we went to bed and all I could think about was how much I loved them no matter the sense of the word. And how many nights we sat talking in your car in my driveway for way too long, wondering if I should ask if I could kiss you. (A quick pronoun change, because I know you’re reading this.)

And

Nothing

Came

Of

This

For

LIKE

FOUr

MORE

YEARS.

Just good friends. Just good, good friends.

And that’s how Good Omens helped me realize, in retrospect of 2019, how in love I was with my Crowley best friend.

[cirrus-grey]

He hadn’t expected this. When he’d seen the squad of angels hovering by the street corner he’d assumed they’d just been sent to do some good deeds, maybe try to save a few souls. Not that they’d be armed and ready to fight.

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Crowley gets on the wrong side of one group of angels, and is saved by another.

[saglaophonos]

Hi! I just finished binging good omens 2 days ago, I was wondering if you could maybe recommend me some top tier ineffable husbands fics? I immediately consumed a 30k fic right after finishing the show, but there's sooo many it's a lil difficult to navigate 👀

okay just going through my bookmarks real quick these are the ones i like:

repeat if you saw the ask yesterday but the aforementioned cheesecake fic is top tier. i read this back in 2019 and just recently hunted it down again because i never bookmarked it somehow back then but it's one of the funnier good omens fics i've read

this turned human fic is the only good omens fic i have bookmarked on ao3 from 2019 and its probably my favorite ever. i think about the "i've loved you before clocks were invented" speech at the end at least once a week

love this historical piece. the 1941 scene in this one always has me sweating!

this one about aziraphale realizing the connotations of crowley calling him angel is like a masterclass in dialogue

this one is a @moonyinpisces find that does the whole tempting / blessing trope really well if you're into the whole "metaphorical" sex thing. which i usually am not but the author really gets it.

also i have to mention that everything @moonyinpisces has written is spectacular, just read everything she's ever written but do start with her most recent fic puttin on the ritz which ive read no less than a dozen times

[strangesthirdeye]

Our Star (Ineffable Hubbys x Baby fem! Reader)

Summary: A bit of a story about two husbands with their baby girls.

Warning: It's Ineffable husbands.. Who doesn't love them? Fluff, soft, love, no episode 6 allowed, miracle, baby reader is made from miracles, don't ask me how, Crowley being Crowley, Crowley like children, Aziraphale is papa bear, Cuddle, IT'S STARS MINI SERIES, Aftermath of Armageddon.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

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#2019#

"isn't she's cute, Crowley? look at these little toes! They're very fluffy" Aziraphale gushed over the pink bundle in his hand with an excited smile.

Crowley looked over Aziraphale's shoulder to see the pink bundle in her husband's hand. "she's remind me of Adam when I have to send him to the satanic nun. Except, she's not causing Armageddon" Crowley wriggling his fingers in front of the baby girl's face which makes the baby let out a soft moan.

Aziraphale made a face. "she's not Satan's child. She's our child.. Daughter for more details. We made her with a miracle. It's quite difficult to masked such a miracle to create this beautiful baby from both sides. She's got our DNA. Well, technically, She's got half of me and you but we don't know what will happen to her when she's old enough to walk"

Crowley tilted his head slightly. "She's not turning into a demon or Angel, Angel.. She's half demon half angel which shouldn't be but well, we don't have anything to do with both sides anymore, don't we?"

Aziraphale paused. "well, I'm pretty sure they won't know about her.. I'll make sure of it"

Crowley smiled and kissed Aziraphale's cheek. "well, what should we name her?"

Aziraphale was speechless looking at the baby girl snuggled against the bundle with a softened face. Aziraphale could feel something fluttering in his body when he saw the cute scene in his hands. Aziraphale let out a soft breath and smiled and gently kissed the baby girl's forehead.

"Y/n..Her name is Y/n"

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#2019 ( a weeks old ) #

"Now I need to deliver this book in London so, Crowley dear. You need to take care of Y/n for a few hours. She needs her milk whenever she's upset or hungry. If she's still upset, pick her up and rock her back and forth until she's falling asleep. It's easy to take care of her. She's a good lady, aren't you, Sweetheart?" Aziraphale poked his index fingers on your red cheeks after explaining everything that was important to Crowley who was standing in the middle of the bookshop while holding your small body in both hands.

Crowley let out a small breath. "Don't be long, Angel.. she's.. I don't know if what I'm doing is right or not. I don't want to hurt her" Crowley whined while bouncing you in his arms slowly trying to make sure his hold for you to be perfect so that you don't fall.

Aziraphale looked at his longing husband with a softened face. He then reached his hand to Crowley's cheek and rubbed it gently. "you won't hurt her, dear. Besides, you and her can spend time together.. You know? Get to know each other.. She's need to know that you are her father too, just as she needs to know that I am her papa"

Crowley stared at his husband for a long time before nodding and letting out a strange noise from his throat. "yeah, I think I can manage that. Me and her will spend time together with lots of fun today" Crowley smiled cheekily while bouncing you in both his hands.

You let out a soft whine of joy in your beige tartan colored bundle and kicked your feet in the air excitedly. Drool started to come out of the corner of your mouth which Aziraphale wiped it with his miracle napkin.

Aziraphale glared at him. "don't take her into the Bentley. She's barely a few weeks old"

Crowley groaned in protest. "oh come on! I'm not even going fast"

"no" Aziraphale replied and kissed your forehead and Crowley's cheek before walking out of the bookshop after just saying goodbye.

A few hours later, Crowley ended up taking you into the Bentley after you were secured in the baby seat next to him and drove around Soho at normal speed which just after he returned from driving with you, Aziraphale was waiting for him in front of the bookshop with a frown. Later, he got scolded by Aziraphale and Aziraphale took you in his hand and went away from him to put you to sleep.

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(6 months old)

It was a very late night at the bookshop and Aziraphale and Crowley still hadn't slept yet. Although they do not need sleep because they are celestial so that's mean they can stay awake every night without sleep. But then again, they both started to develop human nature little by little so they indeed need sleep.

Aziraphale already put you in your bedroom after you couldn't stop crying in Aziraphale's arms last evening. And you stopped crying right after Crowley took you from Aziraphale's arms which makes Azira a bit jealous but let it out as long as you stopped crying. You're just daddy's girl. But at the same time you are daddy's girl too if you are in a good mood.

Aziraphale unconsciously ran his fingers through Crowley's hair while reading a book. Meanwhile Crowley taking a quick nap on Aziraphale's lap that night after several attempts wrestling with you to shower. But eventually, he is also the wet one.

Aziraphale whispered some words he read from the book under his breath causing a soothing voice for Crowley to hear until he fell asleep. But, the peace didn't last long when you suddenly cried from upstairs.

Aziraphale stopped his reading and put his book to the side and looked up at the ceiling before sighing. Azira glanced at Crowley's side profile who was still sleeping soundly on his lap. He doesn't want to wake him up. He just closed his eyes. Azira decided to wake Crowley up by shaking his lap that Crowley put his head on. Crowley groaned tiredly and bewildered as he woke up from his peaceful sleep. He glanced upon Aziraphale's face with annoying engraved on his face.

"What?" he asked irritated at Aziraphale after waking him from sleep.

"Y/n is awake, I need to check her" Aziraphale said while pushing Crowley's head gently which made Crowley grunted in protest. Aziraphale then stood up before he walked up the stairs leading to your bedroom.

A few seconds later, Aziraphale shouted Crowley's name from above which makes Crowley rushing to get up and run up the stairs to your room with concern. He doesn't want anything to happen to you so he needs to go quickly.

A door burst open by Crowley, with a dangerous face he shouted your and Aziraphale's name in your room. He stopped when he saw the scene in front of him. Aziraphale beamed when he saw Crowley standing in front of the door. He smiled broadly.

"Oh, Crowley! look! she's sitting properly!" Aziraphale pointed out to you who was sitting in your crib with traces of tears on your face. Your face is red.

Crowley froze and lost his speech as he looked at you and Aziraphale with wide eyes. He slowly smiled and chuckled while shaking his head several times.

"Oh, I think something happened to her" Crowley said, approaching you and his husband. He looked at you in the crib with adoration.

"nothing happen to her, dear. She's sitting! aww, she took her first seat. Isn't it adorable?" Aziraphale kneeled beside your crib and rubbed his index finger on your red cheeks.

You whine and reach for his index finger before sucking his finger. Aziraphale giggled.

"yeah, yeah.. She's always cute.. Finally I can take her in the Bentley" Crowley kneeled beside Aziraphale and brushed his tiny hair.

Azira glared at Crowley. "No"

Crowley whined in protest. "oh come on!"

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(18 months old.)

It was a busy day in the bookshop and the bookshop was full of customers which Aziraphale had to assist them with the materials they needed, although he was a bit reluctant to give them to buy the book but well, it was Aziraphale. He's always like that. Crowley yawned as he sat longingly on the sofa with both hands spread on the chair. He really doesn't want to deal with customers so he decided to take you to the back room to avoid interacting with people. He's not very good at communicating with people, that's why he sits in the back room.

You who are sitting not far from Crowley play with the games provided by Crowley to entertain your time so that you don't get bored. You cooed in your little voice. Both hands actively playing and fidgeting Bentley car toys on the floor. Sometimes you move the car on the floor.

Crowley closed his eyes to take a nap.

He doesn't need to worry about your whereabouts now as you are safe in front of him, playing with toys so he just takes a quick nap to get rid of sleepiness plus to get rid of boredom. You gently pushed the Bentley toy car and giggled as you clapped your hands together. Glad the car is moving. You then crawled towards the car and reached the black toy car. You lifted and turned the car with big eyes.

You cooed happily then put the Bentley car back on the floor and pushed it with a strong force which makes the car move quickly and under the table in the corner of the room. Which is far from where you are. You whine. Not because you don't want to crawl there to get the car, but because you don't want to dirty your beautiful shirt with dust under the table.

You looked at your daddy who was sleeping soundly on the sofa with his mouth slightly opened. He looked very sleepy on the couch. Should you wake him up to get the toy car under the table? Just for you to get rid of boredom? But he looks tired and you don't want to bother him.

You huffed in frustration and stared at the bottom of the table with sharp eyes. Although you have many toys around you, but that car toy. That black Bentley toy car is your favorite. It reminded of you with your daddy's car. That's why it's your favorite. You huffed and started to do doggy style with your bottom in the air and your feet and hands on the floor. On all fours.

Not because you want to crawl, but you are trying to do something more than that, which is to stand. Yes, stand up. You've never done that before but you want to try. You started to push your hands off the floor. Both feet stay firmly on the floor and correct the position of your feet so that you can easily stand without support. You slowly raised your body. Sometimes you have to bend back to the floor because you struggle to support your body, but after a while, you stand up.

You beamed with your small voice with a smile on your face. And then without hesitation you began to carefully lift your right leg to step forward. One by one the steps were arranged by you as you happily let out a happy voice so loudly that it made Crowley wake up from his sleep. Crowley lifted his head from his seat and adjusted his black tinted glasses on the bridge of his nose. He let out a yawned and looked around. Just as his eyes looked at the spot where you should be sitting, he widened his eyes when he saw that you were missing from where you were supposed to be.

He panicked and got up from where he was sitting. His eyes flashed around the area catching a glimpse of you that he was supposed to take care of. He then brushed his hair with frustration.

'where did the little star go?' he thought with concern.

Just as he was about to move to the door to find Aziraphale, he heard a small voice from behind his sofa. He turned around and rushed to your couch hoping you were okay.

He kneeled and looked behind the sofa. There you are, standing or more details walking towards the table with both hands facing forward.

Crowley stunned, mouth slightly opened. His eyes widened behind his black tinted glasses. He watched your gestures as you staggered to the table with a smile on your face. You who are eager to go to the table don't seem to notice your daddy who freezes behind you.

The gears in Crowley's mind turned furiously. 'did she just-'

You cooed and sat under the table and happily picked up the Bentley toy car.

Fingers started fidgeting the toy car. Crowley jerked out of his reverie and let out a big laugh.

"Ahh, Star!" Crowley called you.

You turned your gaze from the toy car and looked at your daddy who was kneeling next to the sofa with his signature smirk.

You let out an amusement voice as if calling your daddy and show him your toy car. Crowley spread his hands beckoning you to come to him.

"come here, star! come to me. Come here, Star" Crowley said, cheekily waving his hands toward you to encouraged you to come to him.

"Dada!" You shouted, happily.

"yes! Daddy come here, star!" Crowley happily said. He almost wanted to cry. This is a precious moment for him.

You started making actions to stand up like before but now it's getting better. And then you start to set the pace on him with small steps. Crowley let out a loud voice of encouragement to you as he waved his hands to beckon you to come to him.

As you got closer, Crowley quickly scooped you into his arms and spun you around in the air with a laugh. The two of you laughed so loudly that Aziraphale who was settling the last customer heard the two of you laughing.

Aziraphale looked at the last customer who was on his way out with an apologetic face.

"sorry for the noises, it's just someone in the back room. Well, I think you have your materials yes? Great.. Thank you for coming" and he closed his bookshop door along with his window with a miracle.

He rushed towards the back room and opened the back room door with a beam.

"What's all that giggling about, Crowley?" he asked as he looked at the two people he loves the most who were hugging.

You nuzzled against Crowley's shoulder. Crowley glanced at his husband with a cheeky smile.

"She's taking her first walk, Angel!" he laughed.

Aziraphale widened his eyes, not believing what Crowley said. "Really?"

"yes! look" he put you on the floor. You looked at Crowley confused. "go on, Y/n. Go to Papa. Show him you can walk" he encouraged you.

You looked behind you and when your eyes glanced at your papa's figure, you beamed.

"Papa!" you started to get up and started to set your pace towards Aziraphale.

Aziraphale squealed excitedly and spread his arms. "Come here, baby. Oh, you're so cute"

You immediately hugged your Papa tightly when you reached his arms. You nuzzled against his fluffy hug.

"Papa!" You squealed.

"Oh, you are walking. My baby can walk now" Aziraphale said.

Crowley approached you both with a smile. "Our star is big, now she can ride a Bentley with me"

Aziraphale glanced at Crowley. "not yet"

"what?! What? She can walk, she can talk and sit well, why can't she ride a Bentley?" Crowley protested.

"With you driving.. hmph.. Just make me worry" Aziraphale replied.

"what? then when can she ride the Bentley then, Angel?" Crowley argued.

"maybe until she gets her first miracle or when she is already 2 or 3 years old" Aziraphale said with a smile.

Crowley grunted. "Argh- that was a while!"

Aziraphale giggled. "then you just have to wait and see what happens in the future"

Crowley groaned in protest and sulked. He walked to the sofa and sat not facing his husband's face.

Aziraphale just giggled and continued to hug you tightly while kissing your fragrant hair.

[ingravinoveritas]

I was told about your blog and have been going through it for the last couple of weeks, and I am a little confused. I guess I don't fully get the tone of your tags and comments, sometimes I think they are ambiguous but other times they seem like statements of fact. Do you actually really think that David and Michael are lovers irl, spend weekends together, have threesomes with Georgia etc? Or is it more like fanfiction, make-believe situation? Cause I just can't grasp it...

Hello, Anon! Well, I'm glad to have you here on my blog (though somewhat amused/perplexed that you were "told" about it...in a good way, I hope!).

I do indeed ship Michael and David, which comes from the strong inclination that I have had for a long time that there is something more than just friendship between them (Michael calling David his lover four years ago probably has a lot to do with it...). Sometimes my comments/tags are sarcastic or joking, depending on what it is I am posting, but there are other times where I do feel it more strongly, and am being more "serious" in what I write--especially when I have a lot of folks DMing me or sending Anons saying they've noticed the same things I have--which is probably why those comments come across as statements of fact.

One thing I always try to let folks who are new to my blog know is that everything I post is speculation based on things that Michael and David have actually put out there into the world. So while I have indeed written fanfic about Michael and David, it's almost become superfluous because as time has gone on, they seem to be writing it about themselves. There's hardly any situation that I could conjure in fiction that somehow doesn't end up being bested by what Michael and David have been saying and doing themselves in real life.

Since 2019, a great deal has happened that has opened up the realm of possibilities significantly, so much so that I felt it necessary to make a post with a timeline of the polyfuckery (as I call it) that has ensued with Michael, David, and Georgia. The post outlines the numerous tweets/comments/etc. that have further fanned the flames of speculation about whatever it is that's going on between them, so I would encourage you to check it out.

For my part, although I have answered past Anons (such as here and here) who have posited various types of threesome scenarios, I feel like Michael/David/Georgia's arrangement is more of a 'V-style' poly relationship--meaning David is in a relationship with Georgia, and David is in a relationship with Michael, but Michael and Georgia are not in a relationship with each other.

I also tend to see Georgia in more of an "instigator" role (as the examples in the timeline post will show you). So kind of how, if we picture Michael, David, and Georgia in a high school cafeteria, Michael would be the one sitting down and winking at David, David would be standing near the table shyly and blushing bright red, and Georgia would be the one who "accidentally" bumps into David while walking by with her tray and pushes him right into Michael's lap. Just like, "Yeah, yeah, come on guys, get on with it already" and rolls her eyes and makes it happen.

So I hope this helps to explain things a bit more for you, Anon. I'm not sure how far back you've gone in my blog, but I would recommend looking through my #ineffable lovers tag (which is what I use for Michael/David, vs. #ineffable husbands for Aziraphale and Crowley) to learn more. Thanks for writing in! x

[cottagecore-raccoon]

Cozy ask game 8:

Fave comfort fics, bc I need new fics to read

Oh I love recommending fics! (Fair warning, I read almost exclusively Good Omens fanfics, so I hope that's up your alley :) )

Any Way You Want It by Justkeeptrekkin (27k)

Saving the world is exhausting work. With Heaven and Hell off their backs, it seems as good a time as any for Crowley and Aziraphale to take a proper break. Neither one of them predicts the direction their holiday takes. Who'd have thought that sharing a cottage in Scotland would be quite so romantic?

Hooped Earrings by OfEden (39k)

After 29 years Azira comes out. While her family and ex boyfriend don't support her, her life long best friend is there by her side every step of the way.

The Rose and the Serpent by Atalan (55k)

AU, retelling of “Beauty and the Beast”. Quite honestly, sending Aziraphale off into the forest to be held hostage by a giant snake in a cursed castle isn’t even the worst thing Gabriel’s ever done to him, and at least it means a change of scene. But then neither the snake nor the castle turn out to be quite what he’s expecting…

Slumber Party Summons by JoyAndOtherStories (29k)

Written for Ineffable Husbands Week 2019, "Trip" prompt (and also for fun). Crowley gets Summoned by a teenage girls' slumber party. Everyone has far more on their minds than they've wanted to admit, even to their closest friends. Also, pajamas, hair and makeup, manicures.

Shelter from the Storm by AppleSeeds (13k)

They're coworkers in town for a conference, but a storm has knocked the power out in the hotel where they were supposed to be staying, so Crowley and Aziraphale brave the storm and find their way to a charming little B&B, which has one room available, and it's the honeymoon suite, which only has one bed, and now Aziraphale is injured and needs to be looked after, and oh no now the power's out here too but at least they have the soft flickering glow of the candlelight but OH NO the heating's gone off too and it's getting VERY cold and Newt's the one trying to fix it... whatever will Aziraphale and Crowley do? AKA, what happens when I try to squeeze as many tropes as I possibly can into one story.

If you're interested in more, here's the link to all of my bookmarks! I try to write nice little blurbs for all of them

Cozy Ask Game

[isadibus]

Hi! I'm looking for moots here on tumblr since I made my account just a couple weeks ago.

I tried to doing It as I did on Twitter, just searching for my interests and following a lot of people but It seems like It did nothing except that now tumblr knows what I like jajaja.

I love Good Omens, the ineffable husbands live in my heart and brain rent free since 2019 and It's one of my biggest interests.

I also love WWDITS, OFMD, TOH, Pokémon and Gibli.

Big obssesed with mermaids and sea related things since I have memory.

I draw and edit things sometimes, also I did Twitch streams for a bit and plan to go back in some weeks.

Sorry for the long text, I thought It would be nice explaining myself a little.

Say Hi back if you want to try to meet me!

[borzoifeet]

@ineffablehusbandsweek Day 7: Eternal

The one of many ethereal designs the couple has had in a particular RP.

[ivy-chan-kasumi]

Warlock visits Crowley’s house 5 years after the Armageddon. Both of them were happy about it, but things go bad when Warlock meet Nanny’s husbands.

Drabble.

I can’t believe we already are at Day 6... This has been a rlly good week <3 I wrote this in a cute way, so I hope you all like it

Follow @ineffablehusbandsweek!

[alltheprettygirlsintheworld]

That I then scorn to change my state with kings

My fic for day five of @ineffablehusbandsweek​!

Day Six Prompt: Trip/Drive/Destination

Words: 1255

Summary: Crowley had planned out everything, which of course meant that anything that could have gone wrong had done so.

On Ao3 here

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Crowley had planned out everything, which of course meant that anything that could have gone wrong had done so.

Crowley had planned to take them to St. James’s, so they could talk about- things. About what had happened after the apocalypse hadn’t happened. But the moment that Crowley had tried stepped out of the Bentley it had begun to rain in a nonstop downpour that was so intense Crowley couldn’t even miracle himself dry.

So that plan was out the window.

His next plan was to bring them to the Ritz. They had done that before- many times over, but Crowley was determined to make this time different. Special, dare he say it. He would seat them at a private table in a corner and they would talk and Aziraphale would take a ridiculous amount of time eating his food, and then he would steal some of Crowley’s, which was fine with him as long as he got to see the angel’s eyes close as he made that little noise of delight that always happened when he was enjoying something. And then Aziraphale would set his hand on the table and Crowley would take it, intertwining their fingers the way Aziraphale had done on the bus back to Crowley’s flat, and maybe they could finally- well, Crowley didn’t want too far ahead. But that plan was shot to hell as soon as Crowley saw that the restaurant was closed for a charity event. It would have been easy enough for them to sneak in there, but then he would have to watch as the angel made his way through the “charity donors” (most of whom were just there to flaunt their wealth, but Aziraphale didn’t need to know that) and Crowley would have to entertain himself by making the rich people suffer through slightly messed up food orders and an unfortunately popped button or two. But tonight, Crowley didn’t feel like sharing the angel with anyone.

That left Crowley with one option, one that he had been guarding in the back of his mind for almost sixty years. Aziraphale had been the one to suggest it, all those years ago. But Crowley had never thought it would actually happen. He had hoped, of course he had. Had imagined every possible way this could go.

“Crowley, you don’t have to do all this.” Aziraphale had unfortunately been with him as his plans had utterly failed, and had been oddly quiet the whole time. “We can just go back to the bookshop and-”

“No,” Crowley interrupted him, “I’m taking you up on your offer. I know a place.”

“I’m afraid I’m not quite sure what you’re referring to. What offer?”

“Soho, 1967. You said we could go for a picnic.” Along with other things.

“Oh.”

Crowley grabbed the nearest cassette he could get and put it in the player, gritting his teeth as Freddie Mercury began to croon about the crazy little thing called love. Aziraphale pulled out a small book from a pocket and began to read, absentmindedly tapping one finger on the cover. Crowley forced himself to look at the road, pressing down on the gas pedal.

This was going to be a long drive.

The country landscape flew past them as Crowley drove them down the open road. The rain had stopped and the sun had begun to shine again, changing colors as it began to set. The orange light covered the countryside, casting the rolling green hills in deep shadows. They had been driving for about an hour and Crowley had turned off the music about ten minutes ago, not sure if he could handle any more singing about broken hearts and good old-fashioned lover boys. Aziraphale had set his book down and was looking out the window, oblivious to Crowley staring at him. He couldn’t help it, he was a demon after all, he was supposed to encourage temptation. And Aziraphale was the biggest temptation of them all. The light from the setting sun caught on Aziraphale’s curls, illuminating the tips of his hair and giving him a fuzzy halo. Crowley couldn’t look away, which was unfortunate, as that was the moment that Aziraphale turned to face him, and caught Crowley staring at him.

“What is it my dear?” Aziraphale smiled and bless it, the light caught Aziraphale’s eyes, enhancing the already inhumanly blue color.

“I- it’s just- er, what book are you reading?” Stupid.

“An older version of Shakespeare’s sonnets.” Aziraphale patted the cover lovingly. “From before that dreadful man changed all the pronouns. Really, that was quite rude of him.” Crowley made some noncommittal noise and they continued on in silence.

“Do you have,” Crowley started after a few minutes of silence, “Do you have sonnet 29?” Aziraphale smiled softly, opening up the book.

“Yes, I do believe I have it here.”

“Can you…read it to me? I’ve always liked that one.” Well, liked wasn’t quite the right word. It was the sonnet that Crowley had always thought was a bit of a mockery, far too true and personal. Too similar to words he had written and then hidden in the centuries past. And now he was going to hear Aziraphale read it to him. Why had he suggested that?

Aziraphale began to read, his voice clear and more beautiful than any of the heavenly choirs.

“When, in disgrace with fortune and men’s eyes,

I all alone beweep my outcast state,

And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,

And look upon myself, and curse my fate,”

Crowley’s only sin was asking questions. He had never truly meant to Fall. All he had ever wanted was answers. He dropped one hand from the steering wheel, clenching it in a fist next to his leg. Aziraphale continued speaking, oblivious to Crowley’s thoughts.

“Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,

Featur’d like him, like him with friends possess’d,

Desiring this man’s art and that man’s scope,

With what I most enjoy contented least;

Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising,

Haply I think on thee, and then my state,

Crowley had thought about the angel far more than he cared to admit over the millennia. Had thought about the way that Aziraphale's eyes lit up whenever he had a new book, about his drunken rambling that Crowley could listen to all day. And, when he was the most upset, the most vulnerable, he thought about the times he had helped Aziraphale. The fall of the Bastille was always one to revisit.

"Like to the lark at break of day arising

From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven’s gate;”

Crowley spoke, finishing the last two lines.

“For thy sweet love remember’d such wealth brings

That then I scorn to change my state with kings.”

Aziraphale closed the book, staring at him. Slowly, almost hesitantly, Aziraphale reached up and removed Crowley’s glasses, setting down gingerly on top of the book.

“Oh, Crowley.”

Aziraphale took his fist from where it was resting on the seat, Crowley unclenched his fist and let Aziraphale intertwine their fingers the same way he had on the bus the evening the apocalypse hadn’t happened. Crowley felt his cheeks turn red. He looked at their hands, then at Aziraphale, who was staring at him expectantly.

“Angel-”

“Crowley, I’m- I’m ready to catch up with you.” Aziraphale smiled, his cheeks flushing pink slightly. Crowley squeezed his hand before turning back to face the road. He pressed the gas pedal down, pushing the Bentley faster.

Crowley was done going slow.

[sherry-smith]

Mono No Aware

Written for @ineffablehusbandsweek!

Prompt: Dancing

Summary: Angels do not dance. This is probably due to the fact that most angels are not used to their corporeal form, which makes even walking uncomfortable, let alone dancing. It doesn’t appear to be a problem, though, since miracles do not require jumping about. The exception to the rule is, notoriously, the principality Aziraphale.

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Angels do not dance. This is probably due to the fact that most angels are not used to their corporeal form, which makes even walking uncomfortable, let alone dancing. It doesn’t appear to be a problem, though, since miracles do not require jumping about.

The exception to the rule is, notoriously, the principality Aziraphale, who learned the gavotte in the late 1880s in a discreet gentlemen’s club. While this is true, it’s a common misconception that the angel can only dance the gavotte; actually, he’s a good dancer, and he would be perfectly capable of switching styles, if he wanted to. After all, you can’t hang out in certain places without learning a thing or two.

Crowley is surprised when, having looked for Aziraphale all night long, he finds him in a dance hall. Surprised, but not shocked; he thinks the hobby quite suits the angel.

He watches him from afar, the way he smiles, the way he moves, the way he kisses his partner’s hand after each go, tenderly. He can’t help but grin at the scene.

«Crowley! - Aziraphale is by his side as soon as he notices his presence - Fancy running into you here!»

«You weren’t at the bookshop.» He sounds harsher than he means, but he’s tired and stressed out. It’s 1941 and it seems like the humans are not done yet with this silly war, and they won’t be for a long time; it’s exhausting, really.

Aziraphale’s smile drops; he looks guilty. «I didn’t mean to… I mean… It was supposed to be a quick walk and…»

«I’ve got news. I know when the next bombing is going to be. We probably shouldn’t just - miracle the bombs away, like we did last time, but maybe we could - I don’t know, shove people in the Underground or something.»

«When?» he mutters gloomily.

«In two days.»

Aziraphale nods, his eyes fixed on the ground. He’s trying so hard not to cry, and Crowley’s heart breaks a little.

«Angel, I’m sor-»

Suddenly, a hand is stretched out towards him. The demon is confused.

«Dance with me.»

«I’m sorry?»

«Please. - Aziraphale is now looking straight at him, tears forming in the corner of his eyes - Just… just dance with me.»

Crowley is not sure what to do; he only hopes he’s not blushing too much.

«What about…» he gestures vaguely around. He doesn’t know what he means, exactly. It feels wrong to him to have fun while people out there are dying. Granted, he’s a demon, he shouldn’t care about mortals, he should cherish the bombs. And yet, he cannot bring himself to accept it. If the Great Plan is to have a war, if the Great Plan is to kill as many people as possible, then he should thwart it and save anybody he can, right?

«The world doesn’t end because a demon dances, does it?»

He can’t say no, not when Aziraphale is staring at him like that. So he snaps his fingers and his tailored suit becomes a black dress.

«Really, my dear?» he says with a smirk.

«Well, if I have to do this, I might as well do it with style.»

They don’t dance, not really - apparently Crowley doesn’t really know how to control his legs - they just move around.

Aziraphale is relieved when Crowley decides to rest his head on his shoulder. This way, he won’t see how flustered this degree of intimacy is getting him. This way, he won’t see how mournful his eyes are when he finally speaks, three songs later.

«I’m glad you agreed to stay.»

«’s ok, angel.»

«It’s just… Look at these people. They are enjoying themselves. They could be dead in two days and they know it and still… they dance. They laugh. They love. Incredibly resilient, human beings, aren’t they?»

Aziraphale pulls Crowley even closer, in search of comfort. He’s thinking about death and destruction, about bombs, and ruins, and noise. He’s thinking about joy, and music, and beauty, clear starry nights and picnics and tree in bloom. He’s thinking about the frailty of this wonderful and delicate world; he’s thinking about lives cut too short.

He doesn’t realise he’s sobbing until Crowley puts his hands on his shoulders and looks him in the eye.

«Hey, angel. Breathe. It’s alright.»

«But it’s not. They’re so happy now, but there are so many horrors to come and… it’s not fair, Crowley. It’s not fair.»

«I know. We’ll try to save them, ok?»

«What if it’s not enough?»

He’s at loss. Aziraphale is right; no matter how hard they try, people are going to die, lots of them. And that’s just England - no, that’s just London. They try not to think about Germany, and Italy, and France, and concentration camps. It makes him angry, more than sad. He is angry at humans for being so stupid and he’s angry at himself for not being able to stop them. He’s angry at himself for not being able to make his angel smile, not anymore.

«Then we’ll try harder.»

Crowley hugs him; they stay locked together in the middle of the ballroom till dawn.

[cirrus-grey]

His contact is waiting for him on a familiar bench, leaning back and staring at the sky as if he hasn’t a care in the world.

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A few months after his sudden promotion, Aziraphale returns to earth in order to handle some… important business.

[little-lamb-lyosha]

Por un momento creí que no lo lograría, pero lo acabé justo a tiempo.

Día 2 de la @ineffablehusbandsweek

Prompt: Rain/Storm/Downpour.

Summary: Fuera no para de llover y Crowley recuerda las veces que la lluvia le sorprendió junto a su ángel.

[hyenasnake]

Weblena Week Day 31: FREE DAY

This is a companion piece to my crossover drawing from the other day. Human AU. Good Omens Universe

“Lena come on!” Webby Vanderquack dragged her friend through the busy sidewalk of London Soho. Lena De Spell trailed behind her.

“So how important is this bookshop to you and why are we going again?” The older girl had been half asleep when Webby was ranting to her about the store.

“It’s a super old bookstore and they have a copy of a book that contains a spell that would allow us to defeat Magica for good. Like, strip away her immortality and any powers she may have.” This caught Lena’s attention, but the way they were going seemed uneasily familiar. “We’re here!” Webby stopped suddenly in front of an old bookstore on the corner. Lena bumped into her and looked up at the sign, which read A.Z. Fell and Co. Bookshop. She felt a knot in her stomach.

“Isn’t there anywhere else we can get this book?” She looked at Webby.

“Nope.” Webby smiled, popping the p. Before Lena could protest, the younger girl dragged her inside the store. There wasn’t a soul to be seen inside except for a middle aged man with blonde hair at the counter. He looked up at the girls with a warm smile.

“Can I help you?” He asked. Webby went to the counter and pushed a piece of paper towards the man.

“I’m looking for this book. Do you have it?” She asked. The man picked up the paper and read it.

“An excellent read. Yes, I do. But it’s a first edition copy and I’m afraid it’s not for sale.”

“Oh! That’s okay! I doubt I have enough money for it anyway. I just need to get a photo of the spell inside so I can defeat an evil witch who has a magic hold over my best friend.” Webby bounced up and down. The man’s eyes trailed over to Lena, who was wishing very much that she was not there.

“You!” He stood up. “You’re that little rascal who raided the store a few years back!”

“And you’re the angel who nearly sicced a demon on me!” Lena snapped back.

“You were using your powers and throwing things around! It took a very long time to get things back into order!”

“Couldn’t you just have miracled them back together?” Lena raised an eyebrow. The man sputtered and mumbled something along the lines of being reprimanded for frivolous use of miracles.

“You two know each other?!” Webby looked back and forth.

“His boyfriend brought me in to crash for the night and he got mad because Magica made me steal one of his stupid old spellbooks.”

“You didn’t have to go messing up the shop.”

“Well you see a guy come at you with wings what do you do?” The man opened his mouth to speak but found no witty comment and closed it. “Thought so.” Lena said triumphantly. “Come on Webby. Let’s get out of here.”

“But Lena we need that spell to defeat Magica-“

“I don’t care!” Lena turned away. Webby looked up at the man.

“Look, whatever happened between you two we need to put it behind us. We need to get Lena’s evil mom off her back and you’re the guy to help us, Mister. So show us that book.” Webby had a determined gleam in her blue eyes. A loud laugh came from the back room.

“She told you, Aziraphale! You just got told off by a ten year old!” A man with red hair laughed, sauntering up to the desk. Lena relaxed upon seeing him. “How ya doin’ Lena?” He held out a fist for her. Lena collided her fist with his.

“Not too bad, Crowley.” She smiled. He ruffled her dark hair.

“There’s the hellspawn. You haven’t grown much in the past five years, have you?” Lena looked embarrassed and looked away. “Sorry. Out of your control. I know.”

“But with this spellbook Lena would be able to live and grow normally and Magica would be gone. So can we PLEASE find that book?” Webby interrupted.

“Oh look angel. She brought a mini-you with her. Why don’t you two bond and try to find that book. Lena and I will catch up.” Crowley said. The other man smiled.

“Oh, alright.” He sighed.

“Don’t let Aziraphale scare you, kid. He’s not going to hurt you.” Crowley ruffled Webby’s blonde hair. Her eyes went wide.

“Aziraphale?! As in the wielder Of The flaming sword of Eden, protector of queer people and angel of literature and knowledge?!” Webby’s voice went high and her face lit up. The other three looked surprised.

“Looks like you’ve got a fan, Aziraphale.” Crowley chuckled. “Come on, Lena. There’s mischief to be made.”

“By mischief do you mean gluing coins to the sidewalk?”

“Of course not!” Crowley dragged Lena out the door. Webby grabbed Aziraphale’s hand.

“Tell. Me. EVERYTHING.” Aziraphale had a feeling it was going to be a long afternoon.

[reyofsunshne]

It’s Always Been You

Day 3 - Professors for Ineffable Husbands week 2019

It's no secret that the photography professor, Mr Anthony J Crowley absolutely adores his husband Zira, who he gushes about at the start of all his classes, his intimidating demeanor means nothing when he speaks with the love for his husband every given moment.

On the other hand, next to no one knows anything about Mr Aziraphale (first name unknown to anyone except maybe his husband), the only thing about the Literature Professor that anyone knows, is that he loves the instagram for an iridescent python called Adam.

It's the ineffable husbands' wedding anniversary, and they are both very bad at hiding gifts, making Aziraphale think that Crowley is unwell, and making Crowley think that Aziraphale forgot their anniversary, fluff ensues.

[borzoifeet]

The horseless carriage could not be invented fast enough for Crowley

Day 6: Trip for @ineffablehusbandsweek