#thank you to my husband

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Steady

My beloved husband has indulged me with a spin.

He got "Hospital AU" and "Wedding fic".

So, here goes a short slice of fluff for the one I love so terribly!

Words: 1 k

Warnings: None

Characters: Ori x female person

“I am so very sorry!” Ori looked at his intended, the woman he loved more than anything in this life with apologetic eyes as he tucked his phone back into his pocket. “I am afraid we need to postpone.”

He visibly hated himself for ruining their day. After all the missed birthday dinners and lonely holiday nights, he had implored his superior to grant him one single day to marry the love of his life.

Unfortunately, life was seldom as accommodating as one wanted it to be.

“Should I drive you?” she asked patiently, bundling her long dress up unceremoniously as she nodded sharply at Fíli to let the registry know that they would not, after all, speak their vows of love and devotion before a bored official.

“If you don’t mind,” Ori groaned, fighting the tears he had no right to shed; they had foregone a big wedding in favour of a short trip to the courthouse with their closest friends and apparently even that small indulgence could not be granted to him.

“Let’s go,” his bride said and took his hand – cold and clammy – to lead him back to her car that was parked just around the corner.

She was far from delighted to see their intimate moment cut short, but she had always known what she was getting herself into when she decided to date a paediatric nurse.

On account of his steady hands and cool efficiency, Ori – a loveable, often hapless fool in private – was very popular in the surgical theatre and many of his young patients would insist on having him do their prep.

“Don’t fret,” she cooed soothingly as she pulled up in front of the hospital. “You need to have your wits about you now; I’ll be there when you come out.”

It was the same promise he gave his scared charges before they went under, a solemn vow not to desert them when they were out for the count, and she knew how much these words meant to him.

“I love you so much,” Ori groaned and pressed a fervent kiss onto her rosy lips, “and I am inconsolable. I’ll make it up to you.”

As she watched him shrug out of his best suit jacket while running towards the building, she let a wistful sigh escape her; not for a single second did she doubt that Ori would indeed castigate himself so severely that her heart would bleed for his tender, overly empathic soul.

“I’ll have my wedding,” she snorted and took out her phone resolutely, “come what may. I am not that easily foiled and I won’t let you – my dearly beloved – carry that guilt for months to come.”

Ori tugged off the protective gear and sniffed his armpits. What a lovely groom he had made!

The patient whose alarming dip in health had made him leave his own wedding was stable once more and the doctor thought that they could be cautiously optimistic again; this at least, Ori had not fudged.

As he rolled his tired shoulders and entered the waiting room, his heart sank. Hours had gone by and – no doubt – his beautiful bride-to-be had decided that she was tired of sitting around like the involuntarily jilted woman she effectively was.

He deserved this, Ori reminded himself, he had disappointed and abandoned her. How could she want to spend her life with him when he didn’t even manage to show up for their wedding?

“Ey,” the nurse at the reception desk called him over with a wink, “I think there’s someone waiting for you in Meeting Room 1.”

She tossed over a stick of deodorant and a bottle of water and nodded at him encouragingly.

Maybe, Ori pondered as he dragged his weary feet over the squeaking linoleum floor, his intended had retreated there to rest a little? She had been up very early to get her hair and makeup done after all.

At the memory of all the marvels he had so callously wasted, tears of resignation and frustration welled up behind his heavy lids once more.

“Love?” he called in a heavy voice as he approached the panelled wooden door. “I am so sorry it took so long. I will switch workplaces, I promise, I shall never do this to you again.”

As soon as he entered the room though, his frantic asseverations died on his tongue.

There she stood, fresh as the morning dew, sipping beer right from the bottle while teasing Fíli about something if the pained grimace on his friend’s face was any indication.

“Everything went well?” she asked with a bright smile when she saw him, flying over to catch his half-open mouth in a passionate kiss.

“Hmmm? Yes…” Ori replied dazedly. “What is going on?”

“Mountains, prophets, you know,” she laughed, throwing her head back and looking up at him with earnest admiration. “Let’s get married.”

Ori blinked owlishly, struggling to piece together the scene in front of his eyes.

“We’ve got your back, my man,” Kíli exclaimed cheerfully and handed Ori a beer of his own. “Your boss says he’s terribly sorry and he’s granted you the whole week off you had asked for.”

Nodding in immense gratitude, Ori fumbled for words still. The meeting room was littered with silly decorations and their friends were standing around in the severe set-up with the same carefree grace they displayed in their favourite pub.

“Is the groom finally there?” a grumpy, elderly man asked sharply.

“He has an important job,” the bride hissed cuttingly. “Unlike other people who were only too eager to spend their afternoon in a meeting room, isn’t that so?”

Chastised, the man cleared his throat and rummaged through his briefcase in search of the relevant papers he had been preparing so meticulously.

“You…We…here?” Ori stammered, flushing a bright red at the realisation that his wife-to-be and his friends had painstakingly transposed their intimate wedding party – lavish buffet and ridiculously tall cake included – to an abandoned meeting room.

“One never knows when the next crisis arises,” she purred and cupped his flaming cheek tenderly. “We’re ready though, aren’t we? This is what ‘steady’ means, my darling. When there’s a fire, I’ll be the one pumping and you’ll be the one carrying the bucket, right?”

“Right,” Ori whispered, overwhelmed with gratitude and love. He was not sure he deserved a wife so brave and faithful as the woman grinning up at him with unbridled joy and pride, but he thanked the heavens and every power within for the immense blessing he was about to officially make his.

Dear @fellowshipofthefics, here's my second entry for the January Trope Roulette then :D

Lots of love from me!

[hansoeii]

we go just right.

[hattersarts]

im already at the south downs cottage guys, catch up

[matthew-brown]

Do you ever think about the fact that Will uses his glasses as his protection, a way to keep people at an arm's length but he never wears it in private with Hannibal. In fact during his first therapy session, he uses physical distance as a way to indicate he isn't comfortable or open to the idea of therapy, but not necessarily closed to the idea of talking to Hannibal because he's not wearing his glasses. During their second session, seemingly within a few minutes that physical distance is slowly closed, and they're both laughing and smiling despite the morose topic. In conclusion, they make me insane.

[ennas-aesthetic]

If we DO ever get a Good Omens season 3 (and fingers crossed we will) then using the Second Coming as the narrative device to facilitate the final culmination of Good Omens' ideology and message is brilliant, actually.

Because the Second Coming IS NOT another Adam situation. And, contrary to the misconceptions I've seen, It IS NOT about Jesus being born again as a baby, etc, etc.

THE SECOND COMING. QUITE LITERALLY refers to THE LAST JUDGMENT.

As in. The SAME Last Judgment Michelangelo painted on the walls of the Sistine Chapel. As in - THE JUDGMENT of the Living and the Dead. THE LAST, FINAL, ETERNAL JUDGMENT.

It's the WHOLE thing Armageddon was leading towards. Book of Revelation speedrun: the world ends, everyone dies, and then they get resurrected again to be judged by JESUS himself. He will flick through the Book of Life (WINK WINK WINK DO YOU SEE HOW LOUDLY I'M WINKING AT YOU???), and if your name is there he will go "oh nice you deserve eternal paradise! :D" and if your name is ERASED from the Book of Life he will go "oh no, sorry, you go to the lake of fire for eternity now D:" (except apparently in Good Omens lore it'd just DOOM YOU TO NON-EXISTENCE FOREVER???)

And if you THINK about it, The Last Judgment is the ultimate manifestation of moral absolutism. No shades of gray, no chances. Just BLACK, and WHITE. Never mind that you're like Wee Morag and Elspeth, who are forced to do "bad" things because of circumstances. It's either you pass Judgment Day, or you burn (or disappear forever.) And the way THINGS are going in the Good Omens universe? I don't think there's ANYONE "good" enough to be "saved." Not Crowley, not Aziraphale. Hell, not even the Archangels themselves.

So it provides a PERFECT opportunity for Aziraphale and Crowley to UPEND that SYSTEM entirely.

I think that's what Crowley and Aziraphale would do in s3: establish a new kind of system in which angels and demons have free will to determine the right (or wrong) choice.

Giving them the APPLE, so to speak.

And then they'll go off to retire in a cottage, together at last.

[vavoom-sorted-art]

my holy trinity of a r t s t y l e inspiration

@hollow-head, @naniiebimworks and @hattersarts

as an hommage to you three: doodly doodle.

[leftneb]

I don't have a title for this I just really wanted to draw this pic of lando

(og picture and a flat colour version under the cut :3)

[dingledraw]

Ineffable wives collab with @t-nartin! 🐍🍎🕊️ It was great fun to see how our art styles work together🤩

(pose inspo✌️😗)

[teddybeartoji]

mating press with toji but he can't keep still, he'ss fucking u so hard that your still managing to get pushed up higher on the bed and he just chases you up the mattress until ur cornered on the headboard and he's just growling, telling u to stop running away from him even tho you arent !!!

PLEAAAAAAASEEEEEE🥴🥴🥴🥴 HE'S SOOO DEEP INSIDE YOU AND HE'S SOOSO HEAVY ON TOP OF YOU IT'S SO FUCKING OVERWHELMING AND IT JUST FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD THAT IT HAS YOU SOBBINGG

you're both covered in sweat and it's all soooosoo messy like the slick sounds that come every time he slams his hips into yours are just fucking filthy. and you are trying to back off a little, just a little because you can't even breathe properly but then he's there. still right on top of you, his big thighs pressing down against yours while his one hand supports his upper body and his other goes to cradle your neck. and then he presses his forehead to yours, his dark eyes glued to your teary ones. you're not going anywhere now. he's got you locked in this delicious position and it's enough to push you over the edge again. so you're crying out under him, your body twitching so hard bc it's just too fucking much that you feel like you're almost gonna pass out.

but he fucks you through it, his raspy voice praising you – telling you how good you are for him and how good you feel. telling you that he loves you. as he cums, he pushes his hips into yours one last time and then he stays there, pressing sloppy kisses all over your face bc he just needs to make sure that you feel his love<333333333

[bluberryfields]

This is what happens when you're raised by TV and trained in literary analysis

Beyond the crushing heartbreak of that finale, one thing in particular has stuck with me when I look at it in the context of S2 as a whole.

He lays out their relationship, "We're a team, a group. A group of the two of us. And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't."

He then turns his head away and says, "I mean, the last few years, not really."

He pauses here, facing the interior of the bookshop. Really looks it up and down.

Turns back, "And I would like to spend" before choking on his words and looks toward the window. He can't finish saying something like "And I would like to spend eternity with you" because that's too much, too fast, for both of them.

But it's that "last few years" bit that has firmly lodged itself in my very broken brain.

According to Gaiman, it's been "a few years" since the end of Season 1. Armageddon has been averted. Heaven and Hell have reluctantly retreated. Crowley and Aziraphale have been effectively cut loose from their "sides," leaving them to form their own side.

So at the start of Season 2, we get a glimpse of the “fragile existence” they have carved out for themselves. To me, the biggest difference that we see is how they exist together in front of others. Going to the coffee shop, the pub, and the other shops along the street that Aziraphale has lived on for over 200 years. And don’t forget how they act in front of Nina, Maggie, and sweet, dim Muriel.

At the coffee shop, Aziraphale stammers a bit when Nina asks who Crowley is, but he still seems to have affection in his voice when he says, "We go back a long time."

Compared to Shakespearian "He's not my friend! We've never met before. We don't know each other!" panic, this is an incredible difference.

Of course, each time, Crowley is cool and cheeky and does nothing to indicate that they aren't a pair. Though, of course, he does deny it when Nina asks about Aziraphale being his side piece. “He’s not my bit on the side! He’s far too pure of heart to be anyone’s bit on the side.” And refers to him as an “Angel [swallows]I know.”

When they go the pub, Crowley's joy at doing something together in public that they do not normally do is super cute, including his cheeky order for Aziraphale's sherry. Then, when bringing the drinks over to the socially trapped Aziraphale, he greets Mr. Brown with a truly adorable, "Hello" and a signature DT smile. Then upon hearing how “excited” Mr. Fell is to host the meeting, he looks down and says, “Oh? You astonish me.” while Aziraphale sips his sherry and squirms.

We also watch as Crowley follows Aziraphale as he goes to each shop and talks to the owners about the meeting/secret ball. In theory, Crowley has no reason to tag along, and he certainly doesn’t help sway anyone who doesn’t want to/can’t go. He goofs around at the magic shop. He splays out on the bench, chin on hand, looking for all the world a husband waiting for his wife to pick out a dress at the department store. They are so married it’s ridiculous.

Finally, their behavior in front of Muriel while inside their sanctuary. Crowley sits on the arm of Aziraphale’s chair, somehow looking supremely comfortable on the old-fashioned furniture. He folds up those gloriously long limbs and presses himself as close as possible.

He smiles and plays along with Aziraphale’s coaching of Muriel in her disguise. Calls him Angel and asks to speak in private. And at the end, during the awful wait while Aziraphale talks with The Metatron, Crowley cleans up the shop and tells Muriel that he and Aziraphale will need some “us” time after all this. No beating around the bush. 

Without oversight, they can be openly together and happy. But Heaven just can’t let that happen. 

[certifiablyinsanez]

I’ve been unable to cope with the fact that when Aziraphale’s turnip trick wasn’t working and Mrs. H protests saying “I thought you said he was a magician”, Crowley’s response was the most precious thing ever. He knows DAMN WELL that Aziraphale sucks at slight of hand, and he could’ve said anything here. He could’ve been like, “oh he has stage fright”, or “he’s just used to smaller crowds”, or he could’ve lied and said it was part of the act somehow. But instead he is ADAMANT when he says “he is!” And just to add an extra touch, he tries to help with the turnip trick 🥲🥲🥲 because Crowley “just doesn’t want to see [him] embarrassed” 😭😭😭

[hansoeii]

stuck in the rain.

[fellshish]

What if aziraphale and crowley tried to postpone the second coming by finding increasingly ridiculous activities for jesus to do

[i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky]

Anthony "It's just a "J", really" Crowley + tags

[bleucalire]

描き納め！

Thank you for this year ! I was happy to be able to draw a lot of fanarts beside work in 2023, and I hope i’ll be able to continue next year ! I’m also super happy to have come back to Good Omens by watching AT LAST, the TV series. Next year is going to be hell at work, but I hope I’ll be able to continue drawing Good Omens stuff, because it really makes me happy. Also, it’s so nice to be back on tumblr !! Thank you for all your likes, kind words, and nice and funny tags !

I hope to see you again in 2024 ! Have a good end of 2023 !!

[amateur-weatherman]