#Good Omens Headcanon
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It's not a bad thing Crowley, he's just coming to a realization
quick headcanon shiz
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Good Omens season 3 finale thought of the day:
Caveat to below, which I wrote weeks ago and was part of all the queued posts I had line up. I had always doubted France’s McDormand would return as God, especially after the allegations against NG. She is a fierce feminist and supporter of women who have experienced SA. Whether she returns now that Gaiman has been fired remains to be confirmed.
Where is God? Will She return for season 3? And will we find out the reason for her absence? Is she missing? Is there a Meet Joe Black thing going on (or like something out of Dogma)? Has She deliberately left? Did She get bored and bugger off to a different dimension? Will She return and confirm there never was a plan, that that was all just The Metatron’s doing. Or has She been killed/destroyed and the Metatron is keeping it secret? Will Aziraphale find out? Will his finding out be the reason why The Book of Life comes into play, because the Metatron has to keep him quiet?
Ok I have way too many theories and need to stop now. Keen to hear everyone else’s thoughts though. Where is God?
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headcanon accepted
Someone on youtube pointed out that crowley is always circling aziraphale when they walk together.
I have a headcanon
Symbolically, Crowley helped create the galaxy and views aziraphale as his sun. He orbits him the same way a planet gets sucked into the orbit of the sun. Aziraphale is literally the center of crowleys universe.
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Imagine Heaven and Hell teaming up— not for the apocalypse, no.
But to separate Aziraphale and Crowley.
Because they know how powerful they could be together and that's a biiiiiiiig problem for both angels and demons 💀
Aziraphale might look cute, shy, and extremely kind and patient, even not really good at being an angel (for Heaven's standards). Crowley might seem silly, grumpy, a dork sometimes, not an evil demon (for Hell's standards). But ohhh, underestimating them would be a huge mistake.
They're also more than "aziracrow" they're Aziraphale, Angel Of Eastern Gate, Supreme Archangel with celestial powers, Warrior and Protector. And Crowley, former Angel and Dominion, now demon, can literally stop time, turn into a giant snake if he wants.
Don't you dare to make them angry. You don't know how chaotic they can be.
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Headcanon, mothers in public will often leave their babies in Aziraphales care while they do something else. He gives off such an angelic and trustworthy aura that they don’t even think twice when they hand their bubs over to this fluffy haired stranger.
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Crowley has been with humanity since the beginning. The original serpent of eden, he is the first "monster" in humanity's bedtime stories. He is the figurative and literal demon on human's shoulders, always there to guide them one way or another. He's weaved through history itself, and prides himself on an impeccable track record of demonic activity throughout the last 6000 years.
But, naturally, after 6000 years, Crowley finds that he's spent more time pining after a certain Angel than doing any sort of work. Like, an extreme amount of pining.
And it isn't until after the notpocalypse that Crowley realizes that, entirely accidentally and very embarrassingly, he may have accidentally made his pining very, very public.
One of Crowley's favorite ways to waste a day is to take Aziraphale to different museums around the world and watch as the angel wanders around and points out all of the inaccuracies
"Good Lord Crowley, have you seen this painting? Portraying you as a dragon is a tad dramatic, I think. All we were doing were having a picnic. And I have never had my hair looking like that, thank you."
"I don't know Angel, they've got your wings spot on. Wa-Hang on, have they added horns to my head?"
"Oh, I see, suddenly it's only inaccurate when they've got you wrong."
The museums always seem to be miraculously empty, and whenever Crowley mentions this, Aziraphale suddenly finds a new, very interesting piece of art to admire
Crowley admires the lengths Aziraphale goes to to hide the small miracles he's done for Crowley's sake
As if Crowley wouldn't move literal mountains for the angel
*He did, actually, do that once.
In the 12th century, they were having a lovely evening together with multiple caskets of wine, up until Aziraphale complained about the amount of light in his eyes
"Honestly Crowley, all this sun and no shade, it must truly be awful for the humans around here with no shelter. It's a tad much, even for me."
Crowley, even then, immediately recognized this off-hand comment as an underhanded complaint, and knew that would not stand
When the small earthquake passed, Crowley claimed that the nearby church was on a fault line and he was simply doing his demonic duty by damaging holy goods in the area
If Aziraphale realized that the mountain range in the distance suddenly provided much more sun coverage, he never mentioned it.
Currently, however, Crowley follows Aziraphale around, wandering behind him and never truly looking at the things in the museum
In every single place they've ever gone together, there was only ever one thing that deserved Crowley's attention
And it certainly was not an inaccurate model of a 18th century tea set
But when Aziraphale wanders into a hall titled 'Love of the Past', he starts to panic. Just a very tiny amount, basically none at all. A small enough amount of panic that he could deny it, even to himself.
He thinks about the past, towards the beginning, back when Humanity was still getting it's footing and figuring out how to have governments and societies and (the most important part) figuring out the whole alcohol situation
Throughout the years, especially towards the beginning, Crowley began to resent any time not spent with Aziraphale
Everything seemed small and dull when compared to the way the Angel smiled when he saw new type of human dessert, or the way he laughed when Crowley managed to work out a clever comment
And once Crowley experienced those things, he never wanted anything else
He had seen the poetry the humans had written, how much emotion they could pour into a simple piece of parchment or a clay tablet
He never cared for written word, but he was shocked at just how much feeling the humans could manage to pour into words
So after Aziraphale left Rome (after the oysters and the wine and the smiles, for somebody's sake the smiles), he went due east for a new miracle on another continent
Crowley stayed and got well and truly drunk. As he did best.
He had spent a few weeks around the other drunks around the area, most poverty stricken and saddened with some sort of grief of one type or another
It wasn't until a group of poets wandered into his dark corner of the pub that he started to considered writing
Obviously nothing anyone would ever read, he'd ensure that. Every scroll or parchment that he'd touch with a quill would be burnt with hellfire before it left his sight
But, as many of his worst ideas started, he had nothing better to do and too much time to think
So he wrote. He wrote letters, first addressed to nobody, about random thoughts that would pop into his very intoxicated brain. Whether humans would ever find traces of the unicorns they lost on the ark, whether he would ever find a way to count just how many scales he had, whether he would ever reach a point where he didn't have to cover his eyes every day
Slowly, the letters started becoming addressed to 'A'. Whether he was conscious of this or not, he'd never admit.
But he wrote. He wrote to A about Hell, the jobs they required of him, the things they'd have him do. He wrote of the way humans had beaten him to the punch 90% of the time. How they would do things worse than Satan himself could imagine, and they'd never blink an eye while doing it.
He wrote of the way the sun darkened each day that passed without his Angel, the way his wine never seemed to have enough flavor when he was alone.
He wrote of the ways he imagined he could orchestrate an elaborate reunion, a convoluted mess of too much demonic activity in a small area that just happened to have a wonderful new tea, or so he's heard, and wouldn't it be a shame to leave the town without tempting the angel to try it?
He wrote to A about how he was sure he had no heart, no emotions. He was a Demon, for somebody's sake, he certainly had no need for stupid things like that, and so the ache in his corporation's chest when he sees the Angel had to be some sort of malfunction.
Anatural function, surely, that could be fixed with the right amount of aloofness and strong liquor
He wrote of the way the sun always seemed to hit the Angel's hair just right, and Crowley had no faith, he had no God.
But in those moments, with a halo around the angel and that smile aimed towards him, he might consider praying now to a different source altogether, a closer source. One full of life and light and actual proper goodness, not that fake advertised bullshit they plaster on church walls in pretty paintings and sad songs
Crowley wrote for a long while, and found that the writing helped the pain.
Even if only because it brought on memories of Aziraphale, and that was enough to hold him until they met again. It had to be, he had no choice in the matter.
And he wrote so often throughout the ages, and often while he was drunk. And he was so sure, so positive that he had burned every trace of his heart and emotion out of existence.
He had to be. The danger those words could put Aziraphale in was far too great. He couldn't be bothered to care of the danger to himself, but the fact that the very hint of any emotion could come close to hurting his Angel was enough to ensure that they would never come across another being's eyes.
He destroyed every letter and word that described his desire, his pain, his greed. He ripped the words he created out of reality as easily as he had written them. Every time, he burnt the parchment, and every time, it burnt a part of him with it.
And then the Apocalypse had happened. Or, well, didn't happen, he supposed. Really, he wasn't entirely sure if there was a difference.
Because everything had changed, even if the rest of the world hadn't noticed. And he was suddenly allowed to see Aziraphale with no excuse, no half-hearted reasoning behind it. He was allowed to want, and to crave, and he relished it.
And he was allowed to take the angel to museums to watch him fuss over small mistakes humanity had collected throughout the ages
Until he realized that they had, in fact, also collected HIS mistakes.
In a hall. A whole bloody hall. A hall, dedicated to and full of stupid parchment and sappy letters and wine stains over words written so long ago
And honestly who gave them the right? Leave it to the humans to collect other people's belongings and put it on display as their own
And he knew, from the moment Aziraphale read the first page on display, he just knew. This was it. All of it was ruined.
All because Crowley had gotten so drunk and passed out in his room above the pub, and when they'd thrown him out in a drunken stupor, they'd collected his belongings to sell afterwards. And he'd never even realized, so concerned about the next meeting, the arrangement, concerned about anything and everything except the one thing he forgot about and could end them both.
Any moment now, Aziraphale would look up at him, with disgust and confusion and all those emotions that he'd really rather not see on his face, preferably ever, but especially not towards him.
But Aziraphale never looks up. He reads the first page 5, 6, 7 times, being sure to capture every single word. Every wrinkle in the paper, every crease.
Then he moves to the next, and then the next. He repeats this process. Every page, he scours each and every page. Searching and scanning, analyzing every word.
Crowley is frozen at the entrance of the hall, too terrifed to say a word, but too hopeful to leave. He stands there, suddenly feeling the same feeling in his chest that he felt so many years ago, in the corner of the pub, sitting in the dark, wishing for the light that he knew would never come.
He's so panicked, that he doesn't notice Aziraphale finishing the last page, and wiping the tears from his eyes. He startles when he accidentally meets his eyes, and prepares a number of excuses and deflections, all to preserve this shred of peace and safety they had carved out for themselves.
"Angel, I- you really- ngk- humans are so rid- are you hungry? I could eat, I've heard they've got a killer bar around here, and we cou-I can get us there in 10 minutes, ngk actu- scratch that, we could be there in 5, I bet. Museums aren-angel?"
Crowley finds himself stopping the random stream of words coming out of his mouth, when he notices tears in Aziraphale's eyes
"Angel, I-"
That's all Crowley can get out before Aziraphale is walking towards him with a purpose
And suddenly Aziraphale is very close to him
Very very close
And suddenly Aziraphale's lips are on his, and Aziraphale is holding onto Crowley's jacket, and Crowley's hands are just waving in the air back and forth while he processes the last .5 seconds.
By the time he realizes what is actually happening, Aziraphale pulls away just enough to rest his forehead against Crowley's, and laughs.
He laughs. Laughs. Aziraphale is laughing and it's a wonderful, beautiful noise and Crowley doesn't quite understand why, but then he's laughing too and then they are both standing there, arms around each other, laughing and Crowley realizes now that all the words he's written, all the praises he sang of his Aziraphale, the way he wished and prayed for his heart and laugh and love
Not one bit of it is at all comparable to the real thing.
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with the way when crowley saw discorporated aziraphale while in the pub, he asked something along the lines of “are you real”/“are you here” which makes me think of all the other times he was drunk and hallucinated/imagined aziraphale standing before him.
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i love a lot of good omens headcanons but i think my favourite definitely has to be that 'angel' only became a common petname because so many people heard crowley call aziraphale angel and it just caught on amongst humans
#and adding onto this#aziraphale being all “you know the humans use angel as a petname with romantic partners? isnt that odd”#and crowley just starts profusely sweating#i just love them <333#good omens#good omens headcanon#anthony j crowley#aziraphale#crowley and aziraphale#ineffable husbands
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Headcanoning that Crowley invented plants so that no one could live without the light from a star
Headcanoning that Crowley designed the Garden before he Fell
Headcanoning that God kept the design with one small addition of a tree in the middle called the Tree of Knowledge as a slight at Crowley’s thirst for answers
Headcanoning that Crowley's angel name was "Eden"
and God kept the name too
#This has been in my head for years and I really want to write a fic with this premise but#I'm taking a writing break right now so here you go instead#Good omens#Good omens 2#Good omens headcanon#My headcanon#Good omens meta#Maybe#Crowley#Crowley's angel name
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Hc that Croli is autistic and adhd but tries his best to mask at all times bc reasons
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What if Aziraphale was there to witness Crowley’s fall?
His kindness and adoration for his fellow angel friend would probably be the things that might have just (ever so slightly) changed the course of, well… everything.
Do not repost, and if you do at least have the decency to credit me. Thank you ✨
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Good Omens season 3 finale movie thought of the day:
What if Aziraphale falls in the finale? What if Crowley comforts him, says something along the lines of “We’ll fix this together Angel”. And maybe Aziraphale will respond, “I rather think that term isn’t so appropriate anymore”. And Crowley will get real quiet and duck his head down and take hold of Aziraphale’s hands, gently rub circles into the back of them, and softly replies, “That’s not the reason I call you that.”
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so who's here up for the hc that aziracrow went to a victorian wedding as a couple in the 1810s bc crowley was presenting fem at the time (she was curious abt the dresses) and women couldn't go without chaperone to parties like that (crowley could've easily miracled everyone there to let her in alone but she wanted to pretend for a few hours that she was aziraphale's so she made some excuses abt performing too many miracles lately and aziraphale was more than happy to go anyway) so crowley invited aziraphale and was screaming internally the whole time (aziraphale was just enjoying the wedding, completely oblivious.)
#im OBSESSED with victorian aziracrow its becoming a problem at this point#the history nerd in me is fighting for its LIFE tryna not info dumb abt my hcs abt them over the millennias i can barely contain myself#good omens#good omens s2#azicrow#crowley#aziraphale#aziracrow#ineffable spouses#good omens headcanon
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Crowley is on his knees, hurt, held down by angels, while Aziraphale is at the opposite, watching the 'good side' threatening him and the demon.
Archangels have warned Aziraphale : if he doesn't come back to Heaven and forget about saving earth, they'll kill the demon Crowley.
"This is your ultimatum, Aziraphale. Save the earth, and he dies. Let the Second Coming happen, and he lives." Archangel Michael says, while Sandalphon presses a blade against Crowley's throat.
The fight is on earth, right in the middle of whickber street and people are watching in fear.
"You have 3 seconds, Supreme Archangel." Michael warns. "3..."
Sandalphon pulls on Crowley's hair to force him to meet Aziraphale's gaze. The demon's nose is bleeding, and his face is bruised.
"2..."
Aziraphale's eyes widens as he sees a tear run down the demon's cheek while he smiles gently, weakly...
"1..."
I love you, Crowley's lips moves faintly.
Aziraphale's jaw tightened and his hands turned into fists.
"Kill him." Michael orders calmly, too calmly to have the decency to feel sorry.
Crowley doesn't even close his eyes, not afraid of death as long as his eyes are on the angel's.
Aziraphale watches, his heart hammering in his chest, seeing how Crowley is ready to die for him no matter what... And how his own family dares to betray him this way, how his own home disappointed him since the beginning of time.
As the blade starts to make Crowley's throat bleed, Aziraphale snaps.
His blue eyes start glowing. His nostrils flares. His tight fists tremble.
The demon's yellow eyes go round as he notices the angel's change of expression.
The gold halo brightens around Aziraphale's head and the wind is blowing heavily, the sky turning grey. Crowley frowns as he stares at his partner with both a worried and impressed gaze.
Seeing the changes around him, Sandalphon stops his movement to look at the sky, then at Aziraphale.
Michael does the same, not understanding what's happening.
"...Here's my ultimatum." Aziraphale speaks with a deep tone, his eyes glowing as the wind makes his white locks move.
Suddenly, a bright light hit the ground like thunder and Aziraphale reappears through the fog, but he's floating above the ground, a halo above his head and blue eyes covering his body wrapped in white clothes while he's holding the most flaming of all swords.
"Let the demon Crowley go, and I'll let you live." His voice is deeper, changed, reverberating and impressive as the sound of his voice vibrates through their chest.
Crowley watches him from his position, almost blinded by the angel's lightness, his heart pounding hard.
"Let him go now, and maybe I will show you some mercy..." Aziraphale adds, voice loud and echoing.
Michael, Sandalphon and other Archangels stare at Aziraphale, and if Crowley was looking at them, he'd see that they're afraid.
Meanwhile, another tear falls down the demon's cheek, but this time, it's out of admiration.
The admiration for Aziraphale's hidden strength and magnificence motivated by love. Their -literally- undying love.
(I had this in my mind for a while so I'm putting it there without any story behind it. enjoy 🙂 I might make a small comics or fanart of it later)
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