fallwithmemydear

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The world ends with them.

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For peace and love

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not really the problem here mate but thanks

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Sap

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All in a day’s work, to rescue a silly angel twice ;)  happy birthday @entanglednow hope it’s a good one! patreon.com/sidetrek

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Oops

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A lot of catching up to do.  support me here!

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Crowley doesn’t really do romance per se

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The First Day

They leave the Ritz on the first day of the rest of their lives. It’s early twilight, they don’t have the Bentley, the walk is slow and leisurely as they make their way back to Soho, back to the bookshop that is still there, that isn’t burnt, that isn’t gone just like they aren’t gone.

Along the way their shoulders bump, their fingers brush against each other. Keeps happening, unintentionally they’ll say, though who they’re convincing is a mystery. At some point, and neither knows who did, one of them will curl a finger around the other’s as their hands brush past each other.

Aziraphale watches Crowley from the periphery, looking for any signs of unease of uncertainty, finds him staring ahead blankly. He looks away. Crowley watches Aziraphale from the periphery, eyes hidden by the cages on his Valentino’s. He sees a flush rise in the angel’s cheeks. A dust of pink on his cheeks, the tips of his ears. A small smile on his face. Crowley’s heart aches and he knows. He knows Aziraphale has caught up with him, but he won’t press, won’t go faster. This is enough.  This is good.

Their fingers entwine completely.

They make it to the bookshop, Aziraphale invites him in. He declines, not wanting to overstay this newfound welcome. Not wanting to take more than he is allowed. Aziraphale keeps their fingers entwined as he climbs the two small steps. He turns, and leans in. The kiss is a surprise. It’s just a chaste press of lips, but it lingers. It’s a long and drawn out thing. It holds six millennia of things unsaid.

After what feels like decades, Aziraphale pulls back. Crowley can still feel Aziraphale’s breath against his lips as the angel pulls back slowly. Crowley doesn’t open his eyes. He’s rooted to the spot, dumbstruck. In a complete state of wonder as he feels Aziraphale’s love wash over him. He opens his eyes slowly, sees Aziraphale smiling at him. Sees his entire world fall into place.

He leans in and kisses Aziraphale again.

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🍓🍓🍓

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very tired, and very pale, and very scared

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what would you like tonight? crowley says, flicking through menu screens on his phone, and aziraphale smiles.

oh, you know what i like, he says. crowley seems to glance up for a moment but then his focus is back on the screen again, so maybe aziraphale imagined it. order anything.

there’s a quiet in the room. it should be comfortable. for a little while it is, and then aziraphale notices that crowley is shifting in his seat, and then he realizes crowley is trying to say something.

what is it?

nothing, says crowley immediately. nothing, forget it. never mind. nothing.

aziraphale raises an eyebrow. well, now i insist.

crowley sighs. he stares at the ceiling for a few minutes while he gathers his words and his wits, so aziraphale waits, and then at last crowley asks, what is this?

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OK but listen listen guys, what about this Crowley:

With this Aziraphale:

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“If my people hear I rescued an angel, I'll be the one in trouble. And my lot do not send rude notes!”

You ever wonder why Crowley took a decades long nap after he rescued Aziraphale from the Bastille, and then woke up looking for a way to defend himself against his own people? Because I do.

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Aziraphale is so proud of all of you! (❁´◡`❁) Even if he isn’t holding your flag, he still loves you all ineffably!! (Also sorry if there’s any mistake!) ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀

My first Good Omens fanart! I really really love this man! 

★ Follow me on IG! @vonkrart for more fanart content!!

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Crowley looking at Aziraphale’s portrait by Leonardo da Vinci.