Chapters: 1/24 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Warlock Dowling, Hastur (Good Omens), Ligur (Good Omens), Beelzebub (Good Omens), Gabriel (Good Omens), Michael (Good Omens), Anathema Device Additional Tags: webcomic, Fanart, Bad Drawings, but with all my heart, Adaptation, Alternate Universe - Royalty, Femme Aziraphale (Good Omens), Angst, Crowley is So Done (Good Omens), it's the fic but in drawings Summary:

The palace has gathered the young women of noble families to find the emperor a suitable empress, queens and perhaps a few concubines as well. Aziraphale, the youngest daughter of Count Herald at the age of 19, is amongst these women, having just been introduced in high society a year prior. She's told by her father to keep her head down and do her best to bring honour to her house, alongside the wealth her family is paid for sending her as a tribute. Her brother, Gabriel, gives her a farewell gift and makes her promise to do her best to take of herself.

Aziraphale has no illusions of what will happen to her. She is a counts daughter, and not even beautiful in the way noblewomen are supposed to be. Opinionated, shy, with too plump a body and cheeks, alongside a head of unruly curls, she expects to be introduced then forgotten quite easily.

Things do NOT go according to plan

The Story is not mine, but I got the permission to adapt it into a comic

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We’re All Disasters But That’s Okay, Innit - 11

“Uncle AJ! What took you so long?” And then Adam’s there too, along with Babylon and Bada and the very much overfilled shopping cart. Apparently they’re already done, and the two men excuse themselves from the conversation. Babylon’s tone with Anathema is chillingly polite, but at the very least she’s not outright aggressive. That is more than Crowley could have hoped for when she had stormed into his flat one day, asking what the hell the ‘bloody american’ had done to him that warranted the other woman apologize to Babylon. The American accepts it with great humility.

We’re All Disasters But That’s Okay, Innit - 10

He’s an adult, and perfectly capable of taking care of himself and make his own decisions. What worries him is the anger he had felt boil his blood when Crowley, so miserable and vulnerable and self-sacrificing, told him what Anathema had insinuated. She doesn’t know much about Crowley, so she shouldn’t go around assuming. But at the same time, she couldn’t have known that Crowley would react the way he did. She couldn’t have known that her words would send him into a spiral of self-doubt and thinking he’s not worth that companionship he had within his grasp.

But that is no excuse for what she has done.

We’re All Disasters But That’s Okay, Innit - 8

“Going back and forth like you are, cancelling dates for no good reason and then suddenly coming back to it like you believe he’s waiting at your every beck and call. He deserves better.” And that’s something that strikes a chord in Crowley’s chest. Aziraphale deserves better. And Crowley agrees. Aziraphale is amazing, kind, loving, warm, charming and like the bloody sun. He is everything Crowley could ever want, anything Crowley could ever need and hope and wish for. He deserves everything he can have, and more than that, even. He deserves the best.

Better than broken, anxiety riddled Crowley.

We’re All Disasters But That’s Okay, Innit - 9

“May I come in?” Crowley hesitates for a moment before bracing himself and stepping aside. Once the door is closed, Aziraphale moves towards Crowley, and feels the harsh sting of rejection when Crowley shrinks away. The redhead likes touch more than words, so to be denied giving that comforting touch when he so visibly needs it is painful.

“Crowley, darling, what’s wrong?” There’s a long silence before Crowley speaks in a very quiet voice.

“We should stop seeing each other.” Aziraphale feels like he’s been punched in the gut

We’re All Disasters But That’s Okay, Innit - 7

“And I pushed you, and I triggered you.” The blonde says, causing Crowley to shrug.

“You didn’t know. Very few do… it’s not exactly a conversation opener.” Aziraphale nods. He can understand that. But he’s also so glad Crowley felt like he could tell him, he feels honoured to be given this much trust.

“I’m very sorry our evening ended so badly. I enjoyed myself.” He admits.

“I did too.” Crowley says, chancing a glance at Aziraphale, finally, and this time keeping up the eye-contact. “We could… We could give it another go, if you want that?” And he looks so hopeful, so endearing, that Aziraphale cannot do much else than say yes. Not that he’d ever want to refuse.

“I’d very much want that.” He says quietly and Crowley gives a small smile, vulnerable in its way of showing how relieved he is. Probably as relieved as Aziraphale feels right now.

We’re All Disasters But That’s Okay, Innit - 6

“Everything alright here?” Both women look up to see the man who had helped Babylon on her first day back. Him coming over is a stroke of luck, Babylon thinks, as she has been very close to losing her temper completely and give this nosy American something to really worry about. It’s a way out of this conversation with an entitled stranger who made Babylon’s day go from pleasant to shitty.

“Hi, yeah, sorry I’m late.” Babylon says as she grabs his hand and begins pulling him along after giving Anathema one last withering glare, as if daring her to try and stop them from leaving. The nerve of some people.

“I just got here myself?” The man says as he lets himself be dragged along. Once they round a corner and can no longer be seen, Babylon drops his hand quickly, putting some distance between them.

“I’m sorry.” She says, running a hand across her face in frustration, wanting to scream, but also not wanting to cause a scene, or in any way give the other woman an incentive to come check on them.

“Not quite sure what you’re apologizing for here.” The man says, adjusting the strap of his bag over his shoulder. She gestures to the space between them.

“Using you as an excuse, when I don’t even know you. Don’t even know your name.” She mumbles, embarrassed as that fact catches up to her.

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Good Omens - Neil Gaiman & Terry Pratchett, Good Omens (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens) Characters: Aziraphale (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley's plants Additional Tags: Soft Crowley (Good Omens), Soft Aziraphale (Good Omens), Tired Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), Anxious Crowley (Good Omens), exhausted Aziraphale, Quote: You can stay at my place (Good Omens), Crowley's Plants (Good Omens), The Night At Crowley's Flat (Good Omens), Fluff, Holding Hands Summary:

The bus drive on the eve of the Apoccannot, Crowley and Aziraphale are exhausted. And who wouldn't be, after flailing around for days and panicking and then not doing anything during the actual event in which they plotted to stop?

Lucid Dream, chp 17 & 18

It’s so hot. It’s too hot, the air dry, the sunlight just shy of too bright. It’s too hot to concentrate, Rosie thinks from her perch on her chair, right knee pressing with enough force against the desk to make the chair balance on its hind legs. She’s probably tempting fate too much, she thinks as she drops her leg and the chair falls forward with a loud ‘thump’ sound. She groans as she drops forward, arms as cushions beneath her head as she stares out the window. Like this, the bright sky reminds her of a desert’s sky. Far, far too bright, she thinks again as she closes her eyes.