ApocaLipsNow Ineffable Kissing Exchange 2023
Welcome, ineffable fans, to ApocaLips Now: an Ineffable Kissing Exchange. This is the ultimate heavenly (and hellish) confluence of all 'Good Omens' canons, celebrating the imminent potential canon kiss of our beloved ethereal entities, Crowley and Aziraphale, fondly known as the 'Ineffable Husbands'.
Will our celestial pair share their first kiss on Earth, in Heaven, or perhaps even in Hell? Will it be a stolen moment of passion in the back of the Bentley or a shy confession in the cozy confines of Aziraphale's bookshop? Before canon (hopefully) takes the reins, here's your chance to let your imagination run wild!
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Fandoms: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV)
06 Aug 2023
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Being an occult being was a double-edged sword, sometimes. If you expected a favourite dining establishment to have a table for you it would, if you expected not to be bothered at dinner you wouldn’t be… and if you expected to experience an episode of alcohol-related amnesia, then you did.
Thing was, if you woke up after said episode with your toga half-off and your legs tangled up with your hereditary enemy’s legs, there was no way to know what had gone on.
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(Written pre-Season 2)
Crowley grumbled under his breath as he washed the Bentley, working the soapy sponge in circles over the glossy black exterior.
“It’s hopeless, you know,” he said, giving the hubcap an agitated scrub. “Absolutely bloody hopeless.”
The Bentley, dutifully silent, waited for him to continue. Good car. She always lent a listening ear when he wanted one, and never told any of his secrets. Better than even the ducks at St James’ Park, that way
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Crowley is convinced he will never be able to tell Aziraphale how he feels. The Bentley intervenes.
Unfortunately, she intervenes on the same day Aziraphale's own elaborate confession plans are coming to a culmination.
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Aziraphale didn’t understand what he was feeling, it was like all his emotions had been dialed up to 10, especially when he thought about Crowley. He wanted to laugh, to cry, he wanted to grab Crowley’s hand, he wanted to stare at Crowley until he got his fill.
Aziraphale acts on his feelings after the 1941 bombing of the church.
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(Written pre-Season 2, Middle Ages setting)
He would not go out this way, in a church basement, surrounded by humans, his body twisting into that of a monster. He would not. The universe could not have something so ignominious in mind for him.
Crowley could feel himself weakening, his tortured body wracked by spasms. His thoughts grew feverish with pain and desperation. They had bound his powers, cut him off from Hell’s aid. As if Hell would even aid him. They found failed demons a hilarious object lesson in not dropping your guard. Domovoi had been nipping at his heels wanting his Earth assignment for ages, and Underduke Dagon was yet to forgive him for the last helpful note he sent about soul contracts.
There was no one who cared if he lived or died, no one who cared for him enough to miss him—
Except Aziraphale.
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Pining, Crowley takes a late night walk in freezing weather. But his chronic leg pain and ice don’t mix, and he falls. After Aziraphale rescues him, can Crowley finally express his feelings?