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freyjawriter24 · 1 year ago

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AO3 is down, so I'll have to post this there later and backdate it, but...

Today's 10th July, which means there's only 18 days left until Season 2 of Good Omens!

To commemorate this momentus point in the @gomenseveryday countdown, please enjoy the little fic below the cut...

August 2008: 11 years until Armageddon

Aziraphale was trying desperately not to think about it too much. He was failing, of course. But really, how could he be expected to just forget? This was, quite literally, the end of the world. And even if it was still eleven years away, well, that really wasn't long at all, if you thought about it. Which, despite his best efforts, Aziraphale certainly was.

He'd tried putting on some music to distract himself, but that had failed dismally, too. What a Wonderful World, Louis sang, and the angel couldn't help but picture it as a mourning song, covering everything Aziraphale would be heartbroken to lose when the war destroyed it all.

He'd quickly changed the record, but for some reason the next, usually upbeat track suddenly sounded sinister.

Everyday it's a-gettin' closer,

Goin' faster than a roller coaster...

Oh dear. Eleven years really wasn't much at all, was it? He wished Crowley were here. Why had he only agreed to meet with him the following morning? That was hours away. And in the meantime, he had to sit with memories of destruction and the echo of Buddy's words circling around in his head.

Everyday it's a-gettin' closer...

August 2009: 10 years until the Apocalypse

A decade left, now. Only a decade. Crowley had slept through more than one of those by accident, and now it was all the time they had remaining until either the Earth was annihilated or they, impossibly, miraculously, succeeded. Ten years.

You wouldn't think it, looking at him. Warlock Dowling, the Antichrist. It didn't feel real, watching the rise and fall of his chest as he slept. He was still so small. One year old, and so much potential held within him. He looked like any other human child.

Still, ten years. Just a drop in the ocean in Crowley's lifetime, but for a human – a human child in particular – that was aeons. They had time. Time to guide him, time to encourage him, time to carefully balance the good and bad impulses in him so that Hell would fail and Heaven would be denied their war. They could do this. They still had time.

August 2010: 9 years until the End of the World

"It's admirable, really," Michael mused, only half sincere.

"Naïve, is what it is," Gabriel grumbled. "And now we're getting yearly check-ins, as if anything at all is going to change."

Michael nodded sympathetically, and shuffled some paperwork on her desk. She wouldn't have minded Aziraphale's visits really �� it often made for an entertaining change of pace, watching him attempt to make his busywork sound important – except that they always seemed to leave Gabriel in a bad mood.

"Well, at least you've got less than a decade left of that to go."

"Yes!" Gabriel said, brightening. "Only nine years left, and then war. What a delightful thought."

Michael smiled. "Glorious indeed."

August 2011: 8 years until the End Times

"I don't get it," Beelzebub muttered.

"He always did like going above and beyond," Dagon reasoned.

"Yeah, but yearly check-ins? It's just pointless. We know the child is going to be evil, he's the Antichrist, for Satan's sake. We don't need constant updates just to state the obvious. Certainly not every year."

Dagon shrugged. "I think he just likes showing off. Fair enough, really. He's been doing some outstanding work up there. It's only demonic that he come and gloat." The Lord of the Files rifled through a damp-looking cabinet, and pulled out a mouldy-looking folder. "Have you seen what he did with the global economy the other year? I'm thinking of sending him another commendation for that."

Beelzebub hadn't, but didn't want to let on in case Dagon launched into an explanation. "Why doesn't he come and give us presentations on that, then, rather than some snivelling child?"

Dagon raised an eyebrow. "Because you'd hate that too, and understand it even less. He's not stupid. Don't you remember the M25?"

Beelzebub groaned. "Okay, yeah, fair enough." There was silence for a moment, broken only by the steady drip of yet another broken pipe. Then: "Do you trust him, though?"

Dagon snorted. "No. Of course not."

"Good. Just checking."

"Like I said, he's doing it for his own benefit, not ours. Self-obsessed little prick, prancing his pet project in front of us every year. But at least it's only for another handful."

"Mmm. Suppose so."

Beelzebub looked gloomily into a corner, lost in thought.

Dagon sighed and slammed the filing cabinet shut. "Want to go torture someone for a bit?"

"Fuck yes. I thought you'd never ask."

August 2012: 7 years until the Destruction of Earth.

Everyone was so happy this year. London was buzzing with the energy of it all, the weather seemed determined to echo the mood, and Warlock was picking up on the collective indulgence in the simple joy of living.

You wouldn't think there was only seven years left of all this.

They took him to the Olympic Stadium, and the O2, and the Velodrome, even though he was probably still too young to understand all the rules and nuances of the sports they were watching. He loved clapping and cheering, though, and would do so regardless of who won, calling out with pride when Kenya got gold, when France did, when China did.

Thaddeus was getting more and more red in the face with each passing win for another country, but Nanny Ashtoreth's sharp gaze stopped him from doing anything about it. She'd had the forethought to warn him in advance that there would be no stifling of Warlock's joy this summer, as he was far too young to be trying to understand the nuances of the geopolitical landscape his father occupied.

Harriet sat fairly quietly the whole time, trying not to look bored, and clapping politely whenever either the USA or UK did well.

When it came to his birthday towards the end of the month, Warlock's parents got him a bike. A simple gesture, but one surprisingly aware of their son's interests.

Nanny carefully fitted a pair of stabilisers to it, and Brother Francis gifted Warlock a set of knee pads and elbow pads, alongside a helmet printed with an illustration of grass and ladybirds.

Warlock learned quickly, and took great joy in shouting out garbled imitations of Olympic commentary as he cycled around the garden.

"And Warlock Dowling cwruches his enemies under his heel, shooting stwaight into first place and winning five hundred gold medals for Team GB. And, uh, America."

Nanny watched with pride, and ignored the flutter of nerves that whispered that she might be doing a better job at influencing the child than her counterpart, and all that would mean.

August 2013: 6 years until the start of the Second Angelic War

Brother Francis tried not to think too hard about it all while he neatened up the flowerbeds for the garden party that afternoon. Warlock was turning five, and miraculously the weather had speckled the garden with enough rain overnight to keep everything looking green and vibrant without threatening any ruination to the outdoor celebration that was to come.

Five years old. Six years left.

He tried not to think about flaming swords and burning wings. Tried not to consider what might become of this garden in a few short years if they failed. Tried not to imagine what would happen to the Antichrist himself if he accepted all his inborn power.

"Brovver Francis!" came a high-pitched call, and the gardener turned to see Warlock – still tiny, really, barely more than a toddler – running across the grass towards him, Nanny following protectively just behind.

"Hello young Master Warlock. And happiest of birthdays to you! How old are you now?"

"Four," Warlock said, a little uncertainly.

"Ah, you were four, weren't you my little Prince of Darkness," Nanny said, crouching down. "But today is your birthday, and that means you get to add one year to your age! So how old are you now?"

"Five!" Warlock said brightly.

"Yes, you clever little cherub!" Brother Francis beamed.

Cherub? Nanny mouthed over Warlock's head.

Francis raised his eyebrows and shrugged slightly. Ashtoreth rolled her eyes.

"Almost halfway to conquering the world, aren't you, my little charcoal dove?"

The gardener gave Nanny a look then, too, but she just smiled, a touch wickedly.

"Come on then, Warlock, let's let Brother Francis finish his work so everything's ready for your party."

"Okay Nanny! Bye Brovver Francis!"

"Goodbye, Warlock!"

Only six years left.

August 2014: 5 years until the End of Humanity

Warlock was turning six this year. He was very excited.

Six was bigger than five, and four, and three, and two, and one. It was much bigger than zero. Not quite as big as seven, true, but six was a very good number. It did lots of clever things with factors and division, which Warlock liked, and it had a special sort of meaning when three of them were next to each other, which Nanny liked. And three was half of six, too, so even better. Warlock liked maths a lot.

Six was also over halfway to eleven, which Nanny said was going to be important. That was when he'd come into his powers and rule the world. Mummy said it was when he'd go to big school, too, so maybe that was what Nanny meant. But either way, he was over halfway there now. Six was a very good number.

August 2015: 4 years until the Events of Revelations Come to Pass

Warlock had been looking forward to his birthday, as usual, until he'd learnt from his father that seven-year-olds don't have nannies, they have tutors, and that meant Ashtoreth would be leaving him soon. The child was heartbroken, and even Nanny couldn't console him for several days.

He seemed to cheer up a bit, though, when he met the first of his two new tutors – Mr Harrison, it appeared to Thaddeus and Harriet, was exactly the sort of no-nonsense teacher that little Warlock needed to get over his childish attachment to his Nanny. Warlock looked up at his new tutor in awe, and chose not to suggest otherwise to his parents.

The changeover day was to be his birthday, when neither Nanny nor tutors would be required, and it thus marked a turning point in young Warlock's life. But he knew he would be safe. Growing up wasn't all that scary when you had trusted people there to protect you. And, as it turned out, Mr Cortese looked rather familiar too. Maybe the future was going to be okay after all.

August 2016: 3 years until the End of Days

"Maths! Why did it have to be maths?"

"I don't know. I can't imagine where he gets it from."

"Makes no sense at all."

Warlock was thriving in his lessons, but that was the one thing Mr Harrison really couldn't get over. Maths.

"I mean, if it had been anything else..."

"Well, perhaps it's our fault. We really should have learnt enough by now to keep up with him on it."

"Yes, but..." Mr Harrison spluttered for a moment, unable to articulate his thoughts. "It's maths."

"Point taken."

The only maths Mr Harrison was capable of doing at the moment was subtraction. Specifically, counting down from eleven. And he was getting shockingly close to zero now...

August 2017: 2 years until the Day of Reckoning

Mr Cortese was getting rather into this teaching lark. He hadn't done much of it for centuries, but the knack hadn't left him, and he was rather enjoying things. Pity about the maths, but he was less distraught about that than his counterpart.

He just had to remember that this wasn't forever. It was a temporary measure, designed to prevent the end of the human race and all life on earth.

He didn't like reminding himself of that. But needs must. He shouldn't lose sight of the goal.

Not that Buddy was letting him forget any time soon.

August 2018: 1 year until Judgement Day

The tutors both got Warlock's birthday off, and so Crowley and Aziraphale were holed up in the bookshop, celebrating dismally the one-year-left anniversary.

"It will be fine, won't it?"

"We've done all we can."

"Not quite yet. Still a year left."

"Yes. A year."

They sat in silence for a long while. Well, the outside world was silent – Aziraphale could still hear the echoes of an earworm he'd had for the last decade, insistent and unrelenting. He began to tap his foot absentmindedly.

"What's that you've got there, angel?" Crowley asked after a few moments.

"Hmm?"

"What's in your head? You're tapping."

"Oh. Yes." He sighed. "Buddy Holly."

"...Buddy Holly?"

The angel sighed again, then got up and put the offending record on. The upbeat music filled the bookshop, and the demon winced.

"Ah. Buddy Holly."

Everyday it's a-gettin' closer...

August 2019: Adam Young's 11th Birthday

Adam opened his eyes. Yes. Today was the day. Eleven years old. He he grinned up at the ceiling, then scrambled out of bed, still grinning, and headed downstairs.

Today was going to be a brilliant day.

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eiressofinspirationwrites · 1 year ago

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Of Heaven and Hell - Traitorous Heart

Pairing: Crowley x Female OC/Reader x Aziraphale

Word Count: 1381

Warning: Spoilers ahead for Good Omens Season 2 Episode 6.

Description: Aziraphale makes a decision that will change the lives of the ones he loves most.

Note: This fic is written from the second person POV but features a female Half-Demon/Half-Angel OC of mine from this one-shot I wrote several years ago.

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"Aziraphale!" The angel heard the voice of his partner before they burst through the doors of the bookshop.

"Lia, you're alright," Aziraphale breathed a sigh of relief seeing you already up and around after the injury you'd sustained during the demon's attack on the bookshop. Crowley had whisked you away to the home the three of you shared a few blocks over the second the demons were gone. You'd been in dire need of healing and rest you wouldn't have gotten in the chaos surrounding Gabriel and Beezelbub's revealed tryst. You of course had insisted Crowley return to Aziraphale's side the second you were patched up, "I have the most wonderful news."

"Zira," the crack in your voice made Aziraphale's heart stutter. He hadn't heard that sound from you in decades not since... no he couldn't bare to dredge up that memory, "Please don't do this."

Aziraphale realized Crowley must have already told you what happened between them.

"You can come with me," Aziraphale took a step towards you, and his face momentarily crumpled when you fell back a step in response and he saw the tears threatening to spill down your face, "The Metatron promised things would be different with me in charge. He told me that Crowley would be welcomed back and you would be permitted entry. We just have to convince Crowley-"

"You honestly believe that after everything the angels have put me through, put us through they'd just let a demon and a hybrid monstrosity walk right into their ranks with open arms?" you spat, every ounce of disdain and disgust you held against Heaven dripped from your voice like acid, "Do you not remember what they did to me? How they experimented on me? How they fucking hunted me like an animal for centuries because my parents were an angel and a demon? How they hunted and hated a child simply for being born?"

"It will be different now," Aziraphale's eyes pleaded with you, "I'll make things different."

"You honestly believe you can change a system that has quite literally been like this since the dawn of time?" Aziraphale hated the look in your eyes. The doubt and pain in them was a knife in his chest, "Zi, Crowley was cast out simply for asking questions. What makes you think they will welcome me into their sterile white paradise? I'm an abomination, remember? I'm below the demons in Heaven's hierarchy of trash."

"Please, Azalia," Aziraphale stepped forward to take your hands in his, and this time you let him, "I know they have hurt you. I was the one that pulled you out of that prison the angels locked you up in to do those experiments. I helped Crowley nurse you back to health. I may not have loved you as long as Crowley has but I love you just as much. You know that. Please tell me you know that."

"I do," you nodded.

"Good," Aziraphale brought a hand up to wipe away the tears now running freely down your cheeks. A small smile graced his lips as you leaned into his touch, your eyes closed, "I wouldn't have proposed this if I thought for a second they would hurt you. I will never let them lay a hand on you in Heaven."

"They don't have to lay a hand on me to hurt me," you whispered and opened your eyes to meet his, "Please, Aziraphale. We've worked so hard for the life we've made here. Why do you want to give it up? We're free here. Finally free after centuries of hiding who we are. In Heaven, there will be rules and expectations even you can't change."

"Azalia," Azirphale started but you cut him off.

"I know you believe in Heaven. That you believe they can change," you took the hand he held to your face in yours and squeezed it gently as you lowered it, "I wish I could believe in that as much as you do."

"Lia," it was Aziraphale's turn for his voice to crack, "Don't do this. I can't lose you, too."

"I'm sorry Aziraphale," you let your hands fall from his and began to back away, "I love you so much, but if you go back to Heaven... I can't go with you. Not after everything they've put all of us through. Not just me but you and Crowley. I know you can't see it yet, but Heaven has victimized you, too, and I can't forgive any of it."

Aziraphale was speechless as he watched you turn your back on him and walk for the door just like Crowley had. Hope fluttered in his chest as you paused upon the threshold of the shop.

"If you change your mind about all of this madness with Heaven," you didn't so much as turn your head as you spoke instead keeping your eyes fixed on the door as you held it, "You know where to find us."

Not me. Us.

As you pushed your way out of the bookshop and disappeared into the morning crowds, it hit Aziraphale that he'd lost both of you. You and Crowley chose Earth and each other over him. If the Metatron hadn't walked in seconds after the doors swung shut on your departure, Aziraphale would have fallen apart. He still might.

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As you walked away from the bookshop and your partner inside, it felt like you were being burned alive from the inside out by holy water and hellfire all over again. That had nearly killed you nearly 5 decades ago. This might as well.

You might have fallen apart in the middle of the street if you hadn't found your other partner waiting down the block from the shop by his car. The second you were within arms reach of Crowley, he opened his arms to you.

A sob escaped your lips as you buried your face into his chest. The familiar scent of him was an immediate comfort as he wrapped his arms around you and rubbed circles on your back.

"I'm sorry, love," Crowley muttered into your hair before he rested his chin atop your head. He wasn't usually one for public displays of affection but today he made the exception.

"I tried," you whimpered, your face still buried in his shirt.

"I knew you would," you could hear the sad smile in Crowley's words.

Neither of you said anything more or moved for several minutes. Not until you felt Crowley tense.

You turned away from Crowley enough to face back towards the bookshop but your partner kept you tucked close under his arm. Your heart skipped a beat as you saw Aziraphale exiting the bookshop with the Metatron.

Aziraphale hesitated by the doors of the lift that would take him back to Heaven. Both you and Crowley held your breath as the angel you both loved so passionately stood on the threshold of a decision that would change your lives forever. If the thoughts of two people alone had the power to change the will of another, Aziraphale never would have taken that final step away from his partners.

"Let's go home," Crowley whispered after the doors to Heaven closed on the pair of angels.

He was the first to move and ushered you around the Bentley towards the passenger side. He kept his arm around you as he opened the door and only broke contact when you were seated inside the car.

Your thoughts drifted away from the Bentley as Crowley started the car and pulled away into the street to drive to the home you had once shared with the two loves of your life.

Now where it had once been three it would only be two hearts in that home.

You wanted to hate Aziraphale for forcing you to choose like this. You wanted to hate him for being blinded by Heaven and not seeing the truth in why you and Crowley couldn't go. You wanted to hate him for leaving both of you. You wanted to hate him for it all so badly but your traitorous heart wouldn't let you.

You'd loved the Angel of the Eastern Gate so much and for so long it wasn't likely the hurt of today would dim that any time soon.

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darkhighness · 1 year ago

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Good Omentober Day 28 - Zombies

Prompt by @disaster-dog

Crowley watches some scary movies with Aziraphale and enjoys watching the angel squirm.

With a bowl of popcorn at the ready and admittedly too many wine bottles, Crowley was prepared to show Aziraphale some of his favourite classic zombie films. This American thing called Halloween seemed to be generating some steam in England, and Crowley was keen to adopt the spirit. Aziraphale, significantly less enthralled by the creepy and the crawly, was not nearly as excited.

As the opening credits of a black-and-white zombie flick began to roll, Crowley reclined on the sofa, sipping his wine lazily straight from the bottle. Crowley had seen many of the films before, their cheap horror and gore effects no longer having the same lustre they once did.

Aziraphale, on the other hand, sat at the edge of his seat, his eyes barely peeking out from behind a cushion he clutched as if his life depended on it.

"Crowley, my dear, must we watch this?" Aziraphale's voice quivered with unease. He would’ve much rather watching anything else, or even read a good sci-fi book if it absolutely had to be spooky but he knew how excited Crowley was for this.

Crowley grinned, his snake eyes almost glowing in the dimly lit room. "Oh, come on, angel. It's all in good fun. It's not real, you know."

Aziraphale reluctantly lowered the cushion but kept one eye on the screen. He couldn't help but flinch at the special effects and the zombie hordes, “Looks awfully real.”

“Oh angel, this is nothing,” Crowley laughed, taking a small amount of pleasure in the angel’s anguish.

As the movie progressed, the tension in the room mounted. Aziraphale occasionally sought refuge in his wine glass, taking larger sips as the fear grew. Crowley and Aziraphale found themselves engrossed in the marathon of B-rated films Crowley had prepared for the evening. Aziraphale, still much more afraid than he would dare to mutter out loud, shifted closer to Crowley on the sofa. Crowley, pretty quickly getting what he was after, moved to hold his arm around Aziraphale as a small token of comfort.

By the time the credits rolled on the last film, Aziraphale was quite ready to read a good book and pretend none of this happened, “Well, that was…something.”

Crowley grinned, pouring another glass of wine. "See? I knew you'd come around eventually. Maybe we'll make a horror aficionado out of you yet."

Aziraphale chuckled unsurely, sipping what was left of his fourth glass of wine. "Well, if we’re going to do this again I think I should at least get a say in the movies we watch. Something less brainy, perhaps."

Crowley raised his glass in a celebratory fashion, glad to have slowly started to chip away at Aziraphale’s tough exterior. "To embracing the spooky and the supernatural, even if it takes a bit of wine and some company to do it."

After a brief pause, Crowley reached for the remote control. He switched from horror movies to a different set of films, and the Disney logo soon began to play on the screen. He scrolled down to find a film he knew that Aziraphale would love.

Aziraphale's eyes widened with surprise and delight as he recognized the familiar films. "Oh, Crowley, you sly demon. Are you trying to redeem yourself with Disney now? You know how I love Hocus Pocus."

Crowley grinned, his arm still around Aziraphale. "Well, angel, I thought it might be a good idea to end the evening on a lighter note. After all, it's Halloween, and what better way to celebrate than with some Disney enchantment?"

Aziraphale settled back into the sofa, a genuine smile on his face as he watched the familiar film. It was one he’d watched with Crowley many times before during some of their other quiet nights in. A few more viewings and he could probably recite it. He leaned into Crowley's comforting embrace, feeling safe and content.

By the end, Aziraphale was fully curled up into Crowley’s form, gently humming along to the song playing throughout the credits. His little murmurs brought a smile to Crowley’s face and he reached to fuss with the angel’s curls.

“See, that wasn’t so bad,” Crowley teased, watching as Aziraphale’s eyes fluttered shut.

With his eyes still closed, he retorted, “Shut it, you wily serpent.”

Crowley just enjoyed the comfortable silence, letting the previews play through on the screen as they sat. Their bottles of wine had since been discarded and snacks abandoned but the demon didn’t mind. He was just thankful for these moments. After all they’d been through, there was always some kind of anxiety that they were running around of time.

Aziraphale didn’t seem as worried about the development as he fell into a light sleep, small snores barely escaping his pink lips. Crowley gently trailed his fingers along the angel’s soft skin, enjoying each delicate touch. He eventually reached over and turned on his favourite film.

It was a guilty pleasure and if anyone brought it up he would deny it to Hell and back but as he saw the opening credits of Encanto begin to play, he almost felt himself tearing up pre-emptively.

It shouldn’t have made him so emotional but somewhere in the pit of his darkened heart, it touched him. The last time he watched it with Aziraphale, they were both sobbing messes by the end. As Crowley’s favourite song came on, he began singing softly, still softly fussing with his lover’s hair. The language, while still a little bit rusty, came back naturally to him.

Dos oruguitas enamoradas Pasan sus noches y madrugadas Llenas de hambre, siguen andando Y navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando Navegando un mundo Que cambia y sigue cambiando

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meme-the-frog · 1 year ago

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There is one interesting moment about naming...

So, it just popped up in my head out of a sudden. In their first ever meet Crowley didn't say his name and Aziraphale only knows him as Serpent, Demon, Crawley, Crowley etc. Many names, but none of them which could name him as an ANGEL.

Why is it so important? Well. As we know, each name has it's own meaning, especially in the very beginning when it was the absolute defining of the essence of a person. For an angel it is more than just necessity. It's the very point of their lives.

And in our case it is also meaningful because... Who was that brave and cheerful angel, who wasn't afraid of asking questions and giving advices to the Up Stair? Who wanted the Universe, almost his own creature, his child, to live forever? Or, at least, not 6000 years. It's nothing! And we do not even know his name.

I was picking up some variations of a proper angelic name for Crowley.

The first one, obviously, was The God's Light ('Let there be Light!'). He was the One, who gave these gorgeous colours to all what surround us. And he has so bright smile. Unfortunately, the nickname is already taken - Uriel. So go further.

Next was God is what Up, because everything we see in the sky and above was created under his words and hands. It would sound something like Imalael. Seems to me kinda soft and strong at the same time, Archangel Imalael. Still not what can suit him. Besides, God is also in what Down, in what Inside everyone and everything, not only Up.

It must be the name with so HUGE HIDDEN meaning, clearly understandable when it gradually comes to you. And then the spark of a little idea turned to a flame. How couldn't I see that before?

What was the value of the scene when Crowley creates the Universe? To show his LOVE to the work. He really in love with the Starfactory, planets, nebulas, his emotions are childishly joyful, like when you do something that brings so much happiness. What was the value for him to make a deal with Aziraphale? To show his LOVE to the Earth and people. So much were experienced, so much were seen and tried and done. He just can't lose it. It would be so unbearably dreadful. What was the value of moments shared with Aziraphale, helping, talking, walking, having supper in Ritz? To show his LOVE to the angel...

In fact, Aziraphale always touches Crowley while feeling love around. Always.

Maybe that is why he is not SO DEMONIC as the others, because the Love is too strongly good feeling, which is not available to demons (except Beelzebub now). This love is not about passion, lust or something, it is deep inside you. He didn't fall by the reason of act a sin. Because love isn't a sin. He has it more than God herself.

This is the moment. The Naming. This will give him his purpose, his function, his identity.

I'd call him Amael. Which means God's Love.

Peculiar, open, hidden, protective, romantic, quiet, loud, huge, or in small ways - every. And just like Love - his work is everywhere. Even being demon, still he is the One, who brought Nina and Maggie together, he is the First demon, who tries to avoid murders.

He can't become a true demon due to Aziraphale. Being around angel makes him feel his true nature. And that's why he is afraid of losing him and want Aziraphale to go with him wherever place in the Universe together.

Pure, bright and ginger Archangel Amael.

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frowley · 1 year ago

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I keep thinking about this one scenario:

Imagine something happens between the ending of season 2 and this scenario, everything gets sorted out and the story is about to end.

Crowley is sitting in that chair in the bookshop, it's late at night, it's really dark outside and there's not really a lot of cars or people passing by, just the empty street and the lights of the near shops. He's drinking wine, just waiting, not really sure of what, but he's waiting. He feels anxious and can't help but to feel a little bit excited too. He gets up and starts looking at aziraphale's music discs, he picks one and gently places it into the gramophone, the song starts playing, that glenn miller song moonlight serenade.

In the front of the bookshop, the door opens, the little bell rings announcing it. Aziraphale makes his way into the bookshop listening to the song that's almost just starting. The angel looks at the walls, the books, the full shelves, the floor, every single detail. His eyes travels from surface to surface, he's enjoying it. The smell of the old books, vanilla, tea, everything is just as he remembered. It wasn't too long since the last time he was there, not too long for them eternal beings that can deal with the thought of eternity, but aziraphale didn't worked like that though, and he missed his bookshop, he missed his safe place, he missed earth. He let his hand slide through the surface of some books near the entrance, while watching the candle lighting, ready to walk some steps, entering more in the bookshop, while following the shelves shapes with his hand.

And that's when they saw each other, Aziraphale standing there, still touching one shelve, while Crowley layed in the chair, legs crossed, playing with an almost empty glass of wine in hands. The demon was well hidden under the shades, but even then couldn't bring himself to really look at the angel, so he kept playing with the edge of the delicate glass. Aziraphale brought his two hands to the front of his stomach, crossing them and taking the opportunity to adjust his clothes, as usual.

"You and your music" said Crowley, getting the bottle of wine from the table next to him, filling his glass up.

"It's just as I left it, every single thing." Aziraphale started looking everywhere once again, still amazed at everything surrounding him. "Every single book..." He looked now next to the demon, blinking calmly. "Even my notes..." The demon looked just where the angel was pointing at, letting a sigh out.

"Well, I tried my best" said softly, not wanting to be heard, taking the glass to his mouth, swallowing the wine.

The song stopped playing, starting again in loop, like if it was the only song in the disc. In fact it was one of aziraphale's favorite songs, so maybe he had something to do with that. The angel started walking around the bookshop, more relaxed, hands now in his back, inspecting the other part of the bookshop, Crowley still in the chair. The steps were loud but delicate, they were in sync with the song, almost like if the angel were dancing with himself.

"So..." The angel stood in his place, looking for those yellow eyes, wanting to see them. "Saved the world again?" He said with a small smile, waiting for his companion response.

"I suppose" Crowley answered after some seconds. Watching again at the empty glass, feeling the alcohol in his veins. "Don't even know if the first time counts really". He didn't know what to say, his mind was overflowing with thoughts, so many things he wanted to say, too many feelings in his chest, and not enough alcohol. "Wine?" The demon offered, stretching his arm while the glass filled itself. Aziraphale shook his head gently, taking the glass off Crowley's hand, placing it in the table.

"I think an apology is... in order." After the angel's words Crowley finally looked straight at him, under the shades, half surprised and half confused.

"There's no need to." He said with a gentle tone in his voice, he really meant it. "Really" He tried to reach for the glass of wine. "I forgot about everything, we are now left to live in peace..." He stood up, grabbing the glass in his hand, followed by aziraphale's intense gaze. "So you'll do the same, right?" His voice sounded a little bit tense, maybe a little bit nervous too.

"I can't." Aziraphale in other hand sounded determined, his mix of blue and brown eyes had a sad look in it, and they kept on looking for Crowley's ones. The angel was tired of pretending everything was alright, he knew they worked together to saved the world, he felt Crowley's honesty and knew he really meant it when he said everything was alright. But he needed more, the angel wasn't going to settle for that again, not now when he finally realized how bad was he starving.

The song started once again, and Crowley looked at the gramophone, placing the glass back in the table after swallowing all of its content. He looked at aziraphale's worried expression and offered his hand.

"¿Dance?" The demon asked, trying to satisfy that thought in the back of his mind, the one that was burning him, the one that screamed at him to hug aziraphale, to protect him, the way he always did. "Not that I love this song." He shrugged his shoulders, waiting impatiently. "But you do, angel." Both felt a chill running down their spines, it had been a long while since the last time the demon called him that.

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I got sleepy and I suck at writing scenarios, plus I don't speak English, but yeah that's the scenario basically, that damned song is messing with my poor brain.

Maybe I'll write a part 2, I have in my brain a long conversation I would like those two to have.

#good omens 2 #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #good omens 2 spoilers #aziracrow #go2 spoilers #good omens spoilers #david tennant #fiction #good omens scenario #moonlight serenade #neil gaiman

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usedtrashbag39 · 3 months ago

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CHAPTER 6: Lovers rock

(yes inspired by the song “lovers rock” by TV girl)

It was a cold crisp evening and Crowley was sitting- or rather sulking- in a soft armchair in the bookshop he used to spend every day in with his beloved angel Aziraphale. It had been a few weeks since Aziraphale threw away the opportunity for him and Crowley to have their own life away from all the chaos of heaven and hell to be an archangel.

As Crowley lost himself in a freshly opened bottle of Chateauneuf-du-de-Pape Aziraphales favorite wine he still couldn't help but miss the angel. Yes drinking wine didn't do much anyway when he could easily sober himself up within seconds but it worked in the moment. Since Aziraphale left Crowley found himself subconsciously doing things the angel did like drinking his favorite wine or listening to his favorite vinyls even trying sushi.

A knock at the door echoed through the shop causing Crowley to grumble something under his breath and shift his position in the chair.

“We’re closed!”

He shouted to the person outside his voice, slurred from the amount of alcohol in his body and strained from the amount of time he had spent sulking and crying over the past few days. Another harder knock on the door elicited a low growl from the demon. He pulled himself up barely standing on his trembling legs. He sighed again before quickly sobering himself up, grabbing his glasses and moving toward the door where the knocking became a bit more frantic rather than demanding.

When crowley finally reached the door through his lethargic strides he gave the doorknob an aggravated turn and wung it open. Crowleys yellow eyes widened behind his glasses and he had to keep himself still right where he was. Before him stood aziraphale. The angel. No, HIS angel. The angel hadnt changed much except for a bit of white stubble on his face.

“Crowley…My dear. May I come inside?”

Aziraphale urged softly. His voice was shaky and unstable. The man had always been quick to get emotional. Crowley moved aside without saying a word. The angel hesitated before taking the invitation and walking inside. A small relieved yet sad smile crossed the angel's face as he looked around taking in the fact the only difference was a few more plants scattered around the shop.

“I wasnt going to let your shop go to ruin angel.”

Crowley stated coldly but it sounded like it was laced with a genuine care. Aziraphale turned to meet crowleys gaze.

“Y-yes. I see that. Thank you.”

Aziraphale hesitantly walked closer to crowley to which the demons body visibly tensed up. Aziraphale reached a hand toward crowleys face ever so slowly. Crowley brought a swift hand up to grab the angels hand and shoving it away.

“Are you serious? Dont try that shit with me aziraphale.”

Crowley snarled. His aggression much to aziraphales surprise. Aziraphale pulled his hand back letting it rest by his side tilting his head down to look at the floor as crowley began to speak again

“You left me for heaven after everything theyve done to us. Done to you. You left to be some supreme archangel. You ran after more power when we couldve had everything we ever wanted here. As an us you-”

“I know! I know…i hurt you and i had no right nor reason to leave you like that and im sorry. I know i will never be able to make it up to you…”

Crowley sighed heavily. The angel looked pathetic he looked vulnerable. Crowley took off his glasses and tosses them on a nearby table. When he looked back at aziraphale the angel could see the puffiness and red tint of his eyes. Crowley grabbed aziraphales hand and pressed a gentle quivering kiss to the back of it

“Just. dont leave me again…that would be enough. I need you angel…”

The angel looked into crowleys eyes. They were full of hurt and genuine feelings. Aziraphale gave a small nod to the demon a small symbolic promise to never leave his side. The demon placed another kiss onto the angels hand before leading him over to a small sofa. They sat down next to each other hand in hand just admiring each other and the fact they were back together again. The soft music of a vinyl record that crowley had been listening to was now the only sound in the air. As they turned to look at each other they found their faces inching closer only to be broken out of their trances by the sound of the record skipping. Crowley got up slowly and walked up to the record player gently flipping the disc. He sat back down next to aziraphale this time close enough for their thighs to touch flush together. The demon cupped the angels face pressing their noses together.

“Ive missed this angel”

He whispered softly. Their lips intertwined, and their eyes fluttered closed as they enjoyed the reunion, their bodys slowly melting together more and more as the moments went on.

#fanfic #good omens #i tried

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ridiculoser06 · 1 year ago

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Can’t see the stars ~ Good Omens★

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I got a comment on Ao3 and I’ve been crying about it for like 3 hours now. (I don’t get compliments very often.)

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Aziraphale lay looking up at God's magnificent galaxy. All those pretty lights made just for those little humans.

"Aren't they just wonderful? All those planets, and yet here we are. Our Earth.” Aziraphale said, sighing, stunned by the world's beauty "And to think that we helped build some of this. It’s mesmerising, we are such an integral part of this world Crowley. It really makes you thankful for creation- doesn't it?"

Crowley lay by Aziraphale, looking up and seeing nothing, tears began to form in his eyes.

"You made that one." Aziraphale glanced at Crowley and saw tears running down her cheeks. "... I remember... it was beautiful wasnt it?"Aziraphale nodded slowly, agreeing but confused.

"Is something the matter?" Aziraphale turned their head to Crowley "All that above us- and you're-"

"I can't see the stars." Crowley hissed angrily, he put his arm over his eyes "I built- some of all that. I built a lot of that!" He gestured upwards, but looked to Aziraphale "And- They- God took away my- they won’t even-" he choked on his words, he rubbed tears out of his eyes "won't even let me see them." He said, deeply pained.

"You... can't see them at all?"

"I don't have very good eyesight." Crowley hissed, still angry but not specifically at Aziraphale. "I don't see much. And the stars are one thing I can't see! I can't fucking see them because they're too far away and they're too small!!! I never understood why I was tasked with building all those breath-taking star systems only for them to be a fucking speck in their night sky!” Crowley scoffed.

“You try and question it- you ask a simple question of Why?” Crowley laughed “you’re tossed thousands of feet out the sky into a pool of boiling sulphur. Absolutely pointless. Stupid universe.”

"I'm so sorry, Crowley." The way Aziraphale said Crowley's name sent goosebumps up the demons arms, it was melodic and soft- a certain sincerity that Crowley had never found in anyone else in the entire universe.

Crowley sighed, sending a shiver up his spine "I shouldn't get so annoyed. It's not like it'll do anything" he began to calm.

"I could describe them to you!" Aziraphale said, excitedly he took out a book from his satchel.

"Why do you have that?" Crowley couldn't help but crack a smile.

"I've been studying astronomy. You like the stars- so I thought I'd read up." Aziraphale said, opening the book at the index.

"Well.. what would you like to-"

Crowley budged closer to Aziraphale "the one you helped me with."

Aziraphale flicked through pages "There it is. Alpha Centauri... 4.367 light years away the star-"

Aziraphale read to Crowley and Crowley gladly listened, trying his best to remember his stars.

"One day... we should go off together. You and me Angel. Up there- into the stars." Crowley was looking up. "The humans don't know what they're missing."

Aziraphale rested his head on Crowley's shoulder.

"That sounds amazing." Aziraphale smiled, a shiver creeped up his spine. Aziraphale wasn’t actually listening to everything after Angel. Angel. Of course, that was what he was, he’d been called an Angel before- he was an Angel. But the way Crowley said it, the slight flick of the tongue when he spoke, the devilish smile- it made Aziraphale weak. If his mind wasn’t so sober he may’ve confessed his undying love in that very moment- if he wasn’t the being he was he would’ve asked Crowley to marry him.

”Angel is a human term of endearment." He thought to himself, “I wonder if Crowley knows that… if I tell him- will he never call me Angel again… perhaps I’ll let him figure that out himself.”

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #i love them #gomens #good omens season 2 #good omens season 3 #aziracrow #azirafell #aziphalhalala- hah.#i’d smash michael sheen. it’s the internet i can admit that freely.

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mimisempai · 1 year ago

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A new step

Summary

After an unfortunate incident, Aziraphale finds himself covered in paint, and despite Crowley's miracle, the angel still feels dirty.

But, when Crowley suggests a bath, Aziraphale doesn't expect this to be a new step in their relationship.

Notes

Our angel and our demon experiment a little more with intimacy (Still non-sexual and will remain so)

On Ao3

Rating T - 1795 words

Aziraphale turned to Crowley before opening the shop door and said, "I'm going to check on the progress of the renovations.

Crowley replied, "Remind me again why we can't work a small miracle to renovate the shop front and put up with this inconvenience?"

Aziraphale sighed and replied, "Because, for the tenth time, we've been getting a lot of attention lately, and people will know right away if the front of the bookshop is renovated overnight."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it."

Aziraphale smiled indulgently and went through the door.

"Watch out for the scaffold-..."

Too late.

Aziraphale didn't have time to take a step aside before he found himself almost completely covered in wine-red paint.

"Angel?"

Crowley came in at a fast pace and, seeing the extent of the damage, couldn't help but gasp, "Well, you don't do things by halves."

Aziraphale began to get upset and said in a high voice, "Help me get in, it's horrible all this red paint on my clothes. Crowley! Stop laughing! It's not funny!"

Crowley closed the door behind the Angel and said with a smile on his face, "Sorry, Angel, but I was thinking about what you said before, about not being noticed! I didn't think you meant blending in so much."

Aziraphale pointed a finger at him, "You, you little..."

He stopped mid-sentence as Crowley repeated the miracle of that day at Tadfield Manor. In one breath he had just made all the paint disappear.

"Oh..." the angel said, suddenly calm, "Thank you, my dear."

"You're welcome, Angel... hm, what is it?"

He had noticed that Aziraphale had just made a face.

The angel asked, looking a little embarrassed, "Do you think you could do it again, I feel like I've still got some in my hair."

Crowley frowned, then circled him before examining his hair carefully. He said gently, "There's nothing left at all, angel, you're all clean."

Aziraphale replied, "Still, I feel like I've got paint on me."

It was Crowley's turn to look embarrassed as he said quietly, "How about a bath?"

Aziraphale frowned and replied, "It's true, there's a bathtub up there that I never use, hmm, maybe you're right, I could try taking a bath," then he looked at the demon more closely, "But why do you look embarrassed telling me that?"

Crowley replied, his cheeks blushing slightly, "Because I was thinking of helping you..."

Aziraphale also began to blush slightly and replied in an equally embarrassed tone, "Ah... er... yes, I... all right."

"'All right'?"

"Why, don't you want to?"

"Idiot, I offered, didn't I?"

They both started to chuckle and Aziraphale replied, "Look at us, looking embarrassed like a couple of idiots."

Crowley took his hand and said gently, "Well, it's a new level of intimacy that we haven't experienced before, so it's only natural that we're a little embarrassed. But if you agree, I'll help you as much as I can. We both know our limits and how to express them. So you have the last word."

Aziraphale lifted the demon's hand to his lips and kissed it tenderly before replying, "I'd like to, actually. But..." he paused, clearly flustered.

Crowley stroked his cheek and asked softly, "What is it, Angel?"

Aziraphale bit his lip and lowered his eyes before replying, "I have to get completely undressed... and..."

Crowley made him look up and said quietly, "That's better indeed, but I'm going to suggest something to make the situation easier. I'll prepare the bath, you put on something more comfortable, and when the bath is ready, I'll let you undress and get into the water, and I won't come back until you're ready. So what do you think? Do you think it'll be easier this way?"

The angel leaned his cheek into the demon's hand and nodded, "Yes, I think so."

Crowley leaned down, gave the angel a tender kiss on the forehead and headed for the stairs.

Aziraphale followed closely, feeling a mixture of apprehension and anticipation at the thought of what was about to happen.

Once in the bedroom, he heard Crowley humming in the bathroom and his apprehension eased slightly.

A few moments later, dressed only in a bathrobe, he stood in the doorway of the bathroom and saw Crowley sitting on the edge of the tub, checking the temperature of the water.

Then he recognised the sweet scent entering his nostrils and said softly, "Bergamot, orange blossom, lemon... that's the fragrance of my cologne."

Crowley turned to him, "Absolutely Angel, I thought it would help you ease into it," he stepped closer and continued, "The water is at the right temperature I think. So I'll leave you to it and wait for you to call me when you..."

"Stay."

Crowley, not sure he had heard correctly, asked, "What did you say?

Aziraphale said in a voice he tried to keep firm despite his apprehension, "I want you to stay."

Crowley asked, watching him closely, "Are you sure? You're not doing this because you think I want you to, are you?"

"I'm absolutely sure."

Crowley stepped back and leaned against the sink, saying softly, "Anytime, angel. At your own pace.

Aziraphale nodded and placed his hands on the knot that held the sides of the robe together. As he untied the first loop, he saw his hands trembling slightly and suddenly Crowley's hands were on his as the demon asked him in an incredibly kind voice, "Do you want me to do it for you?"

Aziraphale swallowed and nodded.

Crowley gently moved the angel's hands away and untied the knot, dropping each end as he finished.

The robe opened slightly over Aziraphale's naked body and Crowley placed his hands on the angel's shoulders. Then, his eyes in his, he pushed off the robe, letting it fall gently in folds around the angel's feet.

His gaze travelled up and down Aziraphale's body before he told him in a voice that conveyed his genuine awe, "You are so beautiful, Angel.”

As always when Crowley complimented him, especially on his appearance, Aziraphale was overcome with emotion, and this time it was so intense that he couldn't stop a tear from escaping his eyes.

Crowley caught it with a kiss on the cheek, preventing it from rolling away, then took the Angel's hand and led him to the bathtub, helping him get in and sit down.

He then removed his jacket and tie before rolling up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbow, fully aware of Aziraphale's gaze following him.

Then he pulled out a small stool, placed it at the end of the tub where Aziraphale's head rested, and sat down on it.

He pressed a kiss to the angel's temple and asked quietly, " Are you still all right, angel?"

Aziraphale replied softly, "More than all right, my dear."

Crowley hummed, then pushed the angel forward a little so that his head didn't protrude from the tub, and grabbed a sponge he'd placed beside him, soaking it in the water before pressing it over the angel's head, wetting his light hair, which curled even more once it was wet. He repeated the gesture several times, then put the sponge down, picked up the bottle of shampoo and took a squeeze.

He rubbed his hands together to spread the shampoo, then placed his hands on the angel's hair and began to massage gently, burying his fingers in the wet curls.

He smiled as Aziraphale let out a small sigh of contentment and leaned back into his hands.

The angel said softly, "Crowley, my dear, this is absolutely divine."

The demon chuckled softly at the words and continued the massage, running his fingers over the angel's hair.

After a few moments he said softly, "Angel, tilt your head back a little, I'm going to rinse you off."

The angel obeyed and Crowley rinsed his hands in the bath water before taking up the sponge again, soaking it and wringing it out over the angel's head. He continued until the angel's hair was free of shampoo and just as he was about to withdraw his hand, Aziraphale held it back and asked quietly, "Crowley?"

"Yes, Angel?"

"Won't you come with me?"

Crowley froze for a moment before asking, "I would love to, Angel, but, I have to ask, are you sure?"

Aziraphale turned his head towards him and Crowley saw from the determined look in his eyes and the smile on his face that he meant it when he nodded.

Crowley kissed his smile before standing and beginning to undress. He quickly removed the rest of his clothes and stepped into the bath, intending to sit on the opposite side, but Aziraphale shook his head and opened his arms. This time Crowley didn't ask if he was sure and sat down between the angel's legs, pressing his back against his chest as Aziraphale's arms wrapped around him.

He hummed contentedly, basking in the warmth of the water and the softness of the angel's embrace and body against his.

Aziraphale whispered into his ear, "I love this."

"What, Angel?"

"You and me, like this."

Crowley leaned his head against the angel's and replied softly, " I do too, Angel."

Aziraphale gave him a soft kiss on the underside of his ear and they stayed in this embrace for a long time, first in silence, then discussing anything and everything, warming the water from time to time.

Then, with a playful expression on his face, Aziraphale said, "I realise something is missing.

He made a small gesture with his hand and a yellow rubber duck appeared in front of Crowley. The angel added, "Seems appropriate for you, doesn't it?"

The demon chuckled and tapped the water to make the duck move before saying, "Angel, there's a problem, it's all alone, poor thing."

Crowley waved his hand and a second rubber duck appeared. This one had a small tartan bow, while the other now had a pair of sunglasses on its beak.

Crowley felt Aziraphale's chest tremble as he began to laugh and, of course, it wasn't long before he joined in.

When the laughter died down, Aziraphale asked quietly, "Did you ever imagine that one day we would have this?"

"What? Rubber ducks?"

Aziraphale poked him in the stomach and replied, "Idiot! No, I mean this, you and me like this, most naturally."

Crowley grabbed the angel's hand and kissed it before saying, "Imagine it, no, but hope for it, sometimes. And now this is our reality, and it's better than anything I could have hoped for."

Aziraphale kissed his shoulder and said quietly, "Yes, much better."

They stayed in the bathtub for a few moments, basking in this happiness that was real, accompanied by two little ducks bobbing in the rippling water.

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Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

Ineffable Growing Love series : here (After season 2)

Ineffable Husbands masterlist : here (Before season 2)

#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #GOS2Spoilers

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blueberrygiggles · 2 years ago

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i love your smile, my dear

Fandom: Good Omens

Lee!Crowley and Ler!Aziraphale

a/n: dude i rewatched good omens for the millionth time and now i need to write about it. also i haven't read the book, so this is the tv show canon! this can be read as platonic or romantic.

ao3 mirror: XX

Crowley, when he could, enjoyed visiting the bookshop. It was peaceful, it was quiet, and most importantly it had decent company.

Aziraphale was almost always there when he visited, either reorganizing the books, taking notes, translating a book, or even on the rare occasion, seeing a customer who wished to sell their book to the shop.

Sometimes they didn't talk, other times they say together shared a few drinks, they've even tried to watch human tv shows. Anything Crowley could do to get his mind of whatever he was despairing over, they could do.

This time, however, he was sitting on the couch in the back room, his legs resting over Aziraphale's lap while the other rested a book on his legs. Crowley listened to his music, some of his favorite Queen songs while his companion read. It was peaceful in a way most demons didn't get to live through. And he loved it.

He couldn't tell how long they had been there, Crowley wouldn't be surprised if he fell asleep. He didn't want to check the time, nor did he need too. He craned his neck slightly to peak at Aziraphale, he has a small smile on his face, he had yet to brung it up, but he loves the stubble Aziraphale had started to grow.

Crowley leaned back down, content to take a nap while listening to the record in the background, the rustle of paper whenever Aziraphale turned a page, but he flinched.

He felt his lips curl, his stomach grew warm, and a flush traveled to his neck. He felt a tickle.

Nails were gliding up and down his thigh, slow and light. A giggle rose to his throat but he swallowed it down.

Aziraphale likely didn't know he was fidgeting, but Crowley sure did. He couldn't bring himself to let himself react to any of the tickles lest he interrupt his reading.

His hand went lower towards his knees, Crowley slapped his fist over his mouth to keep the laugh in. Aziraphale stopped his ministrations.

"Everything alright?"

Crowley gulped, "Yes, why?"

He shrugged, "Just wondering why you jumped?"

"Chills, Angel." He said.

Aziraphale took the answer and refocused on his book. Crowley was given several minutes of reprieve before he felt the same hands back on his knee.

A giggle escaped him before he could force it back down, he thought he could keep his composure, but the squeezing, broke him down bit by bit until he couldn't hold back the snort.

"Angehehehel?"

No response, but the squeezing got faster, Crowley covered his face with the crook of his arm.

"Azihihirahaphahahale! Stahahap!"

Aziraphale closed his book, turning to face him while moving his hands up to squeeze his thighs, "Stop what, Crowley? You look a bit giggly, is something funny?"

Crowley cackled, he let his arms cover his face to hide his smile. He couldn't make out a plea let alone a full sentence.

He could barely keep the smile off his face, "You know, if you told me what was so funny, I could help."

Of course that bastard knew what he was doing.

Crowley growled through his laughs, "Yohohou assshohoholehe!"

No response from Aziraphale, he just kept tickling his thighs, each second that passed the smile grew bigger in his face. Crowley turned his face into the couch pillow, Aziraphale tsked.

"You know I love your smile, my dear."

He could feel his face warm with a flush, his senses were in fire, but he couldn't bring himself to make Aziraphale stop, not when it was kind of fun.

A lot of fun.

Whatever, he wouldn't admit that, but he was content to not tell him to stop.

#blues writing #lee! crowley #ler! aziraphale #tickle fic #im so sorry i didnt know how to end this lol #good omens tickle

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the-late-one · 1 year ago

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Hello and welcome to a new episode of me writing a thousand words ficlet that turned into a 4k+ one.

Today, I am presenting you some pre-fall fluff and other things at the end.

Enjoy !

I knew you

(A Good Omens ficlet) G-rated

One star was shining brighter than the others in that part of the universe. A white blinding dot was sitting here, on what will much more later be the floor of an immaculate Heaven's building, but was for now invisible.

"Gnnnnk- Ouch !"

The figure, which appeared to be an angel with his wings deployed, was grumbling and swearing while picking at his feathers.

Aziraphale should have known not to get too close from the asteroids belt, but he really wanted to see the Earth from closer. The project was still kept secret, and the angels were authorized to suggest ideas for creations just because the Archangels couldn't handle all the work by themselves. But the final result, everyone would see it only when the almighty would decide to show it.

Now there he was, hiding, trying to heal his hurt wings away from his superiors. He could already hear Gabriel criticize the state of him. Luckily, he was just a cherub, and nobody was paying attention to him.

"Come on come on come on…" Aziraphale whispered, as if the broken feather on the back of his left wing was gonna get closer to hand reach.

"You need help with that ?"

The voice behind him made him jump, and before he got the time to turn around, the rebellious feather got plucked off.

"Ouch !" The cherub let a little cry escape his throat, taken by surprise.

"Oops, sorry. I'm not used to doing it for the others."

Aziraphale looked behind him to find the other angel standing here, examining the feather with crossed eyebrows.

It was him. The star maker, with his red hair and big brown eyes. Eyes that flicked to Aziraphale's face in a second.

"Ah ! Aziraphale ! I was sure I'd seen these wings before." The angel smiled, all teeth out.

"It's you ! Wait, you remember me ?" Said Aziraphale, turning completely to the mysterious angel.

"Of course I remember you ! Why wouldn't I ?"

Aziraphale stumbled upon his words, "Well I'm– I'm not–"

"What happened to you anyway ? Look at your feathers, are you hurt ?"

The star maker circled him to check on the wings.

"Nothing, really." Said Aziraphale, folding the limbs against himself, "I just flew too close to erm… what do you call it ?... Asteroids ! It's entirely my fault."

"Not my asteroids I hope ?"

"Oh, no ! No no it was down there." The angel pointed behind him, "Around the Earth."

The star maker nodded, palming his chest in relief, "Phew ! You got me worried for an instant ! As you are here and that's my part of the universe. Well, not my part, but the part I helped crafting. We helped, by the way."

"I did nothing." Replied Aziraphale, a strange feeling building in his cheeks.

The star maker jumped in front of him, "You're joking ? Without you all of this would still be dark matter and dust !"

The feeling in Aziraphale's cheeks became more and more present. It was warm, and growing up the roots of his hair. If he could have hidden his head completely between his shoulders, he would have. Instead, he stared at the translucent floor under his feet.

The angel was high ranked, he could feel it. He didn't know his name, but you can't create stars and nebulas without a decent amount of power. Aziraphale wasn’t even sure he had the right to talk to him directly. At least, this angel was nice to him, the small cherub hoping to make friends among the vast Universe the Almighty created. Was he his friend now ?

Aziraphale got pulled off his trail of thoughts by soft hands landing on his left wing.

"Why don’t you use a little miracle to get them all clean ?" Wondered the star maker, absentmindedly stroking the longest feathers.

Aziraphale tried to ignore the chills running down his spine at the contact, "I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm not powerful enough to perform miracles for myself."

"I can do it for you–"

"No !" Aziraphale shouted, and the other angel stared at him with round dark eyes, "No, I don't want you to use your powers for me. Even less for my mistakes. I don’t think she would like that."

Aziraphale stepped aside, sitting back on the ground and gripping nervously at his wings, "I'll take care of that myself. But thank you for offering." He fumbled into the feathers to get back to work, suddenly very flustered.

Why would this angel perform miracles for him ? It didn’t make sense. It wasn’t his fault.

After a short moment of silence, Aziraphale felt a presence sitting behind him.

"Let me help you with that, at least." Said the star maker, running his fingers between the feathers to preen them.

At first, Aziraphale froze, undecided if the angel's insistence at helping him was a good thing or not, but he had to admit that a helpful hand was welcomed. He relaxed after the first few feathers being plucked, but kept his head low to be sure his new friend couldn't see how red his face was.

"You shouldn't do that." Aziraphale said, voice low and quivering.

"Hm ?"

"You shouldn't– you probably have way more important things to do than taking care of me."

"This is important. Isn't it important for you to look good ?"

Aziraphale hesitated, "Well, it is but-"

"Then it's important for me."

A long silence followed. Not an uncomfortable one. Not a heavy one. Just the kind of silence one could find relaxing after a hard day of work, even though work hasn't been invented yet.

It's the unnamed angel that broke it, shifting position to get somehow closer to Aziraphale.

"So, what are you doing here ? I thought you were working on the Earth project ?"

"I wasn't. I mean, in a way, but I wasn't directly involved in anything. I'm not qualified for that."

The unnamed angel hummed, very focused on his task. Aziraphale continued :

"I made a few suggestions though. About plants mostly. Did you know that humans will have to ingest things to survive ? I did not understand how it works exactly but, they will. It's called "eating"."

"Weird."

"Isn't it ? I'm sure it will have a purpose."

"So what did you suggest ?"

"Oh I'm not sure it-"

"No no, go on, I'm curious now."

Aziraphale hesitated. It was the first time someone was asking him about his work here with genuine interest.

"Erm… I thought about something round. Maybe not completely round but, something soft, with multiple colors. Maybe red, or yellow, or green. It grows on trees so it's easy to find. I'm not sure about the name."

"Little colorful balls ? That's funny."

Aziraphale smiled, "Really ?"

"Yes. Sounds funny at least, especially to eat. What a concept. What is it called ?"

"I wrote down 'abble' but maybe they'll change it. To be honest, I don't even know if they'll use my idea."

"I did one too."

"Oh ? What about ?"

"Not for eating activities, it was for a living thing."

Suggestions for living things were only taken from the cleverest angels, because they supposedly knew better about life. That's what Aziraphale heard when the Archangels asked for ideas.

"A living thing ? You mean animals ?"

"Yes, one of those. I don’t think it's gonna make it to Earth neither, I didn't finish it. Had to fix a black hole before finishing it and when I came back the paper was gone, so." The angel giggled, "It was stupid. It's like a long thing with a head but you can't really tell where the neck stops and the body begins. And it has big teeth that hide inside his mouth so they don't stick out of it, and I was supposed to add legs and wings but I couldn't ! They just saw the sketch of the poor thing and went with it apparently."

"It doesn't have legs ?"

"No ! Maybe they'll add some themselves but otherwise it will have to crawl on the ground or something."

"Oh no…"

Aziraphale tried to contain a laughter but failed, and soon the two angels started to laugh together at the imaginary picture of the failed being. Hiding behind one hand, Aziraphale heard a new song that instantly became his favorite : The star maker's laugh. It was deep and unashamed, head falling backwards and eyes squinted so hard tears were starting to pool on their corners. For a moment, Aziraphale forgot about everything around, all the stars and nebulas and galaxies, because the shiniest object in space was the angel laughing in front of him.

When the star maker took a deep breath to stop himself, Aziraphale turned his head right away, realizing just now that he was staring, and that the other angel had started staring in return.

"That's cruel !" Said Aziraphale, composing himself.

"Not my fault !" Retorted the other, swiping his eyes, "Those idiots had to let me finish my work, that's all."

Aziraphale stopped smiling all at once.

Idiots

This wasn't a word anyone was supposed to use to call the upper angels. He tried to change the subject, suddenly tensing.

"And erm- what are you doing here ? The universe is so vast, have you already finished all the stars ?"

The star maker shifted again to be in Aziraphale's view, "My work is done for now. We have other things to care for. Something called 'gravity' for a start, so your humans will not float away from their planet. And it's gonna keep everything in place around us."

Aziraphale made a little sound of approval, honestly more focused now on the angel busying himself with his wing than on his own task.

"So I stay here, checking if everything is working well." Continued the angel, "Plus, this is one the best spots to look at my creation."

With a growing smile, he pointed at the stars above them, "Look. You see these ones over there ?"

Aziraphale followed his finger, but for a novice, every object looked the same. He squinted his eyes, and his neighbor probably saw it because he got closer to him, aligning their eyes so they could look in the same direction.

Aziraphale tried very hard to ignore the funny feeling building in his stomach when their temples brushed together, staring right in front of him instead.

"Here." The other angel insisted, lowering his voice to just above a whisper, "See the star next to the gas cloud. Well it looks like just one, but if you look closely there are two, and a third little one, staying close to each other."

Aziraphale finally spotted the star system the angel wanted to show to him, and in an attempt to nod, forgot for a second their proximity, almost bumping their heads together. But the star maker didn't seem to bother, suddenly grinning with excitement.

"These are my favorites ! Alpha Centauri, I called them."

Aziraphale made his eyes dance from the angel's cheery face to the stars, trying to understand why, in all the colorful, gigantic, artistic creations displayed in front of them, these three little stars were making him so happy.

He couldn’t stop his own smile from stretching his lips. "They are beautiful." He agreed, staring at the angel's glittering eyes.

The star maker's expression changed into something softer, content, as he turned to Aziraphale. "They are ours." He said, scanning his face with a new interest.

Before Aziraphale got the time to ask why, the angel sat back and resumed the preening. "I'm glad you like them too." He said, and for an instant, Aziraphale was sure he saw the angel's cheeks changing colors. Changing into something warmer.

"I like all of them." Aziraphale stated, almost shouting, words escaping his throat like a punch. Why did he say that ? He was meaning it, but did he need to say it out loud.

"Aw, thank you. They're not just mine but... thank you." The angel answered, visibly proud.

They both averted their eyes to focus on the last ruffled feather again, before the star maker mumbled something.

"I'm not getting that a lot."

"Hm ?"

"Compliments." Precised the angel with a clearer voice. "I don't– they never told me they liked them. Up."

"I'm sorry to hear that." Said Aziraphale, a sudden need to get closer to the other drowning him. He wanted to take his hand. He never wanted to take anyone's hand before, or even touch another angel. What was that ?

"It's all right. They don't tell me a lot of things to be honest. Sometimes I feel like they're avoiding me."

Aziraphale took a moment to digest this information. How could anyone want to avoid this angel ? He was the nicest being he met so far. He was joyful, clever, even a little bit funny.

"Oh I'm certain it's just a feeling." Aziraphale tried to reassure him. "They've all been pretty busy lately."

"I'm not the only one thinking that you know ? Actually we're a few thinking the same thing : it's like they were trying to push some of us aside."

"What are you talking about ?"

"I'm telling you, something is up with the Archangels."

Aziraphale was confused, and a certain fear grew inside of him.

The other angel went on :

"Sometimes I find myself in the middle of a conversation, and all of a sudden everyone around is giving me a look and telling me that they have things to do somewhere else. Once or twice, I understand, but now they barely speak to me anymore."

Aziraphale was stunned. What this angel was telling him was beyond understanding. Was he saying there were teams forming ? It was impossible. Everyone was under the same umbrella, putting aside the ranks. And above all, negativity had no place here.

What was even more worrying was that, apparently, the star maker wasn't alone feeling this. Who else ?

"Maybe, " tried Aziraphale, a small smile on his lips, "Maybe they just don't understand what you're talking about ? I like hearing you speak about the cosmos but, I have to admit, I'm not as passionate as you are and I feel a little lost sometimes."

"No it's not about that. Earlier, I was trying to peek on what was going on with the planets, because you know they made an almost exact replica of Earth next to it ? Well they almost erased it, took all of the water off, and put it on Earth instead. I asked why, they told me she preferred Earth, I said 'but why not use both ?' and they answered they didn't have time for that. Samael was so sad, he built it all by himself."

The angel was visibly becoming more and more angry.

"They want to destroy everything anyway. You told me the Universe would be gone in 6000 years. Earth too ! The people you worked on, they'll be gone ! Nothing left ! Lucifer told us. This one is a good guy, always welcoming."

The name echoed in Aziraphale's head.

Lucifer

The supreme Archangel.

"What is the point of working so hard to create everything for nothing ?" Concluded the angel.

Aziraphale released his wing, turning to the star maker, whose face was scrunched in this somehow adorable way Aziraphale saw earlier. He wasn't that angry, he was more confused and disappointed.

"I don't think you should get that upset about all of it. We can’t do anything about it, it’s God's plan. We can’t question it. It's ineffable."

"Well maybe someone should start questioning it ! Several angels even. Maybe you should."

"Would you please stop that !" Yelled Aziraphale, standing up and taking a step away, covering his mouth immediately.

The other angel stared at him, startled. "Oh, sorry, did I hurt you ?" He asked, concerned and looking at the wing he had between his hands the moment before.

Aziraphale shook his head, "No, you were very gentle, thank you. But it’s not about my wings ! You have to stop confronting the almighty like you do !"

"Why ?" Asked the angel, shrugging.

"Because it's- it's wrong !" Aziraphale was searching for a better answer, but he didn't have one. All he knew was that he had a bad presentment about all of this.

He looked around themselves nervously, then crouched in front of the star maker.

"Listen." He murmured, "I really don't want you to get into trouble. If she planned all of this, it's for a reason, and we shouldn't care."

"Why are you so scared ?" Asked the other, leaning closer, adjusting his tone of voice to match Aziraphale's.

"I'm not– … I don't know. I just- feel like this isn't right."

"I'm just asking questions. I just want to understand."

"I know. But-" Aziraphale took his hand in his. It was warm, so warm. It was the first time his angelic skin was touching another, and it felt magical, almost too good, almost too much. But instead of dropping it, he squeezed lightly at the fingers against his palm. "What if it annoys her ? I don't want anything to happen to you."

The star maker stared at him for a moment, not saying a thing, letting his eyes jump from their joined hands to Aziraphale's eyes, and other spots on his face apparently as much interesting to look at. Then he smiled softly, using his free hand to cup the cherub's cheek.

This time, Aziraphale felt something inside of him stop. He didn't know what, but it stopped. The warm feeling nested in his face since the beginning of their interaction flowed down his entire corporation, making him feel like he was about to turn into a cloud of stardust. He couldn’t move, and he was pretty sure that if he started to speak, what would escape his mouth wouldn't sound like any form of language.

It didn’t last long before the star maker took back his hand, letting it fall on Aziraphale's.

"You could make a good principality." He said, his expression shifting into the excited one Aziraphale found himself so fond about all of a sudden.

"What ?" He whispered, his voice half gone to the nearest galaxy.

"You seem so attached to protect me. I think protection is your thing. They're searching for applicants to protect the people of Earth."

Aziraphale came back to himself, "You know things about Earth ?"

"I'm just hearing things." Said the star maker nonchalantly, a smirk stretching his lips.

Aziraphale looked at their squeezed hands, thinking for a moment. "A principality ? Me ?"

"Why not ?"

"It's a very high rank for me. I'm nothing. I'm just a cherub." said Aziraphale, sharing a small smile.

"So ? We were all cherubs once. We just got assigned jobs without asking. You should try. And hey, haven't you helped me create my nebulas ? That's one big step. Plus, we've got you all set, look at you ! All clean and fresh !" Said the star maker, pointing at Aziraphale's wings.

Aziraphale chuckled, looking at his feathers. He turned back to the angel, catching him moving his lips in a silent word while staring at the white wings. He didn't catch it, and instead took back his hands to slide an open palm against the rearranged down.

"Thank you. For that. I really needed a hand."

"Anytime." Answered the star maker, winking and standing up, and he instantly changed his expression again. "Not that you should get hit by meteors again ! But, if you need help, anything, I'll be there. Somewhere. Just– call my name very loudly and I'll come to you."

The burning feeling in Aziraphale's cheeks came back. "Oh that's very kind of you. I'd like to reciprocate but I don't know if I could be of any help at all."

"Noted." Said the other. "Being there for each other, there should be a name for it…"

Aziraphale frowned, thinking for a moment before the star maker interrupted his path of thoughts.

"Friends ! That'll do it. We're friends now !"

"Friends ?" Aziraphale wanted to protest again, claiming that they couldn’t be friends because of their rank difference, but he didn't. Somehow, the shining smile of the other angel made him forget about his worries. "All right. Friend… you're my first friend !" The cherub giggled.

"So are you for me." The star maker chuckled.

They looked at each other one last time, without a word, scanning each other’s face, searching for something, something they couldn’t put a name on yet into their eyes.

Without a warning, the star maker unfolded his wings and turned away, "Well, see you, Aziraphale !".

"Until we meet again !" Answered Aziraphale, raising his hand, "Wait !"

But it was too late. The star maker disappeared in a reddish ray of light across the sky.

Aziraphale put down his extended palm, intertwining his fingers together, suddenly feeling very alone. He stared at the dark spot where his friend was sitting a moment ago, mumbling between his teeth.

"You didn't tell me your name…"

***

"I'm Aziraphale ! By the way."

Crawly looked at him from head to toes, eyebrows crossed, "Yeah. I know." He said with a soft voice.

Aziraphale couldn’t contain his surprise, along with the feeling of happiness and relief growing in his chest. "You- You know ? You remem–"

"Yeah, I heard you talking with the humans. It's not my first day here, y'know. Had to do a little bit of scouting before executing the plan."

Aziraphale's expectations died there and then. Crawly, as it was his name now, wasn't remembering him. He had no idea how bad of an effect the fall could have on an angel, and sadly, he was starting to get the picture. The demon next to him was only looking like someone he used to know, he probably wasn't him at all anymore.

His hair wasn't looking as soft, his skin was paler, his eyes the ones of a snake. His wings were pitch black and ruffled, not white and impeccably preened.

He was someone else.

"Thank you."

Aziraphale didn’t answer, only nodding at the unexpected gratitude. He couldn’t bring himself to look at Crawly for too long, memories of his lost friend stinging his heart like a thousand wasps. Instead, he kept observing Eve and Adam going away in the desert.

When they disappeared from his view, he sighed, tilting his head to the sky to feel the rain pouring on his face.

"Interesting." He mumbled.

Crawly was still looking at him. He could feel the golden eyes heavy on him. Maybe it was the first time he was seeing an angel since his fall. Or maybe he was trying to remember…

"It’s called 'rain'." said Aziraphale. "I heard God talk about it but I never thought I would see it happening."

Crawly turned his eyes away.

"Amazing isn’t it ?"

"Huh ? Yeah…"

They both looked away.

"You’re not afraid of me ?" Asked Crawly.

The question was strange. "Should I ?"

Crawly took a minute to answer, "I don't know. I'm a demon, we're supposed to fight each other, aren't we ?"

"I don't wanna fight. It's not my role. Do you think I'm a danger to you ?"

Crawly’s eyes danced from the angel's face to his wing above his head, then he scoffed, "Really ?" He shook his head. "I don't wanna fight either."

The rain eventually stopped, leaving the two beings completely soaked. They parted ways, Crawly awkwardly stepping away from where he was being sheltered.

Aziraphale shook his wings in a few bats before starting to preen them, using just enough of a miracle to dry them clean. He was done in a few seconds.

"Well, that was something !" He said, with a cheeky smile on his face. "A few more minutes and we would have turned into fish !"

Crawly, on his side, wasn't in the mood for a laugh, struggling with his damp feathers.

"It’s not an easy task, is it ?" Tried Aziraphale, guardedly approaching the demon.

"I’ve never been wet before." Said Crawly, shaking his wings.

Aziraphale fumbled with his hands before stepping closer, "I can give you a hand if you wa–"

"No ! I can do it myself !"

It was brutal and defensive. Snake eyes fiercely piercing through the angel's ones. It was so aggressive that Aziraphale had to back off to feel safe again, the demon's aura becoming darker.

"All right." Aziraphale whispered.

They stopped Interacting for a few seconds before Aziraphale started again, opting for a lighter tone.

"I have. Been wet before, I mean."

This seemed to get Crawly’s attention back, but the demon was still looking away. Aziraphale went on.

"I wanted to see the waterfall from closer. Until I remembered why it was called a waterfall. Didn’t know it was only water. Silly me."

Aziraphale smiled at his own story while Crawly looked at him in disbelief. He couldn’t contain a little smirk and turned his face away. Aziraphale heard a small chuckle before the demon looked at him from above his shoulder.

"You are not the principality I was imagining while coming up here." He admitted.

Crawly stood up, deploying his black wings completely.

"Are you sure you don't want my help ?" Asked Aziraphale once more.

"No, don't bother."

And in a snap of Crawly’s fingers, the wings were dry, along with his hair and togas.

He still had his powers.

Aziraphale stared at the feathers with more insistence now that they were completely exposed.

"There are a few broken ones." He murmured. He wasn't supposed to say it out loud, but Crawly heard him.

"They're still growing back." Said Crawly, eyeing at the black feathers.

Growing back ?

Aziraphale didn’t dare to imagine what this single sentence implied. Flashbacks of the war popped in his mind, and screams filled his ears. One scream in particular, and one painful smile.

Without realizing it, the angel had stepped so close to the demon that his hand had landed on one of his wings, tracing the damaged plumage with his fingertips. He came back to the present moment when he heard Crawly gasping under his touch.

"Oh ! Sorry ! I didn’t mean to do that !" Aziraphale pulled back abruptly, feeling the tears that started to nest in his eyes on the verge of falling. He blinked them away, holding his right hand with his other one as if he was incapable of controlling it.

"It's all right. You're curious. I get it."

"I really shouldn't have."

"It's okay, I– argh !"

Suddenly, Crawly grabbed his chest, like he was being pulled to the ground by some invisible force.

Aziraphale wanted to run to him, but kept himself to do so. What if it was his fault ? "Oh no, are you all right ? Did I do something wrong ?"

"Yes. I mean no. I think they’re calling me down there. I have to go."

"But- Oh… so that's how they do it." Murmured Aziraphale.

Crawly stood up, finally visibly relieved, and approached the end of the wall. He turned to Aziraphale.

"I guess," started the angel, "I'm not supposed to say it was nice meeting you ?"

Crawly huffed, "No. I think that's against our side's rules."

"Maybe, until next time then ? Who knows. Sometimes you think you’ll never see someone ever again, and yet…" Aziraphale lost the end of his sentence, reminding himself that he was the only one remembering Crawly’s past life.

Crawly nodded, and was about to jump from the wall, when he turned one last time to Aziraphale.

"It was nice anyway." He admitted, barely looking at the angel's eyes. He raised a finger "Oh and you better clean what you’ve done to the wall before going. Trust me, you don't want her to see that."

Aziraphale frowned, looking around in panic, "How much do you know about what I've done here ?"

Crawly smirked, jumping from the wall to land lightly on the ground, "Until next time angel."

Aziraphale smiled at him in confusion, and watched as the demon turned into a snake again, before disappearing under the lush vegetation of Eden.

A feeling of emptiness gained him as he walked alone along the walls of the garden. The humans were gone, and the only other being he could talk to was not only a demon, but also went back to where he came from. The tiniest hope that Crawly would remember him was also gone.

Nervously, Aziraphale fiddled with his ring, looking up at the sky, mind filled with questions, about why they've done this ? Why to him ? Why send him back to Aziraphale ?

He asked nothing, hurrying instead to mask what he'd done for Adam and Eve.

As much as he loved him, he didn’t want to end up like Crawly.

He didn't want to fall.

But deep down, he knew.

Maybe it was too late.

#good omens fanfiction #good omens ficlet #good omens #crowley #crawly #Aziraphale #pre fall crowley #angel crowley #before the beginning #garden of eden #the author is healing #fluff #light angst

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saphhicwitchbitch · 1 year ago

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Imagine: if aziraphale had used the gun in the book.

Hi! I just copied my writing from a previous reblog so that i could have the scenario as mine on my blog.

The final encyclopaedia crashed down the stairs.

"What are you going to do now. You are surrounded. Your humans can no longer fight. Your dear, dear Crowley hasn't come back for his pet. You are alone. You are out of options. You are helpless angel". Shax smirked as the final word slithered out of her mouth. Her tone condescending and triumphant as she had seemingly won.

A smirk also glided onto Aziraphales face, "Actually, you are wrong"

Shax had not expected such confidence from her enemy. Sure, angels were known for their high and mighty cockiness but surely, surely they could recognize defeat?

What shax had not realized, firstly, is that Aziraphale had not once utilised any of his angelic powers or training. He had once been the protector of the eastern gate, and that job was not given to any lightweights, it was the same reason why he was supposed to lead a batallion if Armageddon hadn't been thwarted by him and Crowley. Secondly, and this relates to the failure of the end of times, Aziraphale doesn't do well taking instructions and doing what he is told. It's how he has fumbled his way through the millenia he has been on the surface. Sure, he followed heavenly orders when he wanted to, but as soon as they wanted him to do something he didn't necessarily agree with, all bets were off the table. He didn't ask, he just did and it was heavens poor monitoring of this principality that allowed his nature in the way he does things to be a bit more frivolous. Thirdly, and this is one of the most important bits, you don't get through centuries in London without picking up a few bits here and there, going a bit native as the heavenly order might say.

"What-What do you mean 'actually you are wrong'? You are helpless to my legion! You have no help! Crowley and heaven have left you behind! You are nothing in comparison to me!"

"Again, you are wrong" gently spoke Aziraphale, a polite smile now occupying his face as he gently reached to grab a copy of 'The Strange Case of Doctor Jekyll and Mister Hyde (and other stories)'. Gently he glided his fingers over the leather cover, he first got this book a few years after it's release in 1886. It has caught his eye in around 1893 when publishers decided to compile this story and the works of others in one book. And while he would have like to have individual copies of each story, he couldn't resist the beautiful binding of the book at that time. Of course, this didn't matter too much in the long run as by 1927 he had come into possession of hand binded copies of each story. Which is why he felt no particular remorse when....editing this version.

"What are you doing, now is not the time to be caressing a dusty book Mr Fell," whispered Nina in a hushed but agitated voice. The demons were starting to slowly move in again after being at ease for the few seconds in which Shax had been talking and Nina would quite like to make her way out of this alive thank you very much.

"Listen to the human,"Shax spoke." Stop delaying and plead for forgiveness at the ruthless claws of my demons!"

" Oh you are still quite incorrect i'm afraid. You see, it will be your army that will need to be asking her grace for forgiveness soon enough."

With a rapid movement Aziraphale had flipped open the book, pulled out a small hand gun and lifted it to eye level, finger resting in the trigger.

Shax laughed, "A gun! You couldn't possibly dream of harming us with that human contraption!"

"Incorrect once again I'm afraid. You see your mortal bodies are susceptible to human wounds, a bullet in the right place would discorporate you. However, as precaution this gun has been consecrated and each bullet blessed using holy water. Forget inconveniently discorporated, you will be permanently gone. I didn't want to use this, violence has never really been my fortitude but i have warned you many times and asked you politely to leave a plethora more. Now I'm fed up and just want to keep Nina and Maggie safe. Get out of my book shop!"

His index finger squeezed the trigger and a bullet flew straight though a demons head. Immediately discorporating them and leaving their body to slowly break down on the floor at Shax's feet.

#out of character i know #and im sorry #but i couldnt resist #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #aziraphale #crowley #good omens spoilers #short scenario #good omens season 2 imagine #ive never touched a gun so ignore that probably inacturate writing of it #mini fanfic #kinda #neil gaiman #ineffable husbands

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goodomensirfans · 1 year ago

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Crowley.. where are you??

he was under attack of six thousand years of memory, with a high growth coefficient during the very last years, before the final war... and wasn't sure what was the name of that thing, he was feeling! anger, sadness, enthusiasm, gloom,... but he was sure all of his needs could be answered by a single name... "Crowley"... he mumbled.

this oneshot happens, after they stopped Armageddon at tadfield S1.. i warn you, it's a sad story... with so much pain.

:_)

"nothing..." he thaught.closed the big book of not-sure-about-the-title, and took a sip of his tea... nothing was in his mind. no memory, no trace of feelings, not even a single thing. something was covering them all. but this blankness wasn't helping. he knew his mind was covering important things... he also knew that the void, was the only reason why he was unable to feel himself right. they fought a fight, and won a war! and he knew, he have chosen and done the right thing!

even if that was the worst right thing he had ever faced too!

but the moment he felt the rush of random pictures coming to fill in his spotless memory, he shook his head and forced them back. he was told to do so! but he wasn't fast enough to stop them all. and again...something appeared! this time, a pair of very unique, golden eyes... gazing into his soul... in a very heart-melting way... that made his eyes watery..

"no.. no.. it's.. " he was desperate.. felt as he knew those eyes.. and he knew that he shouldn't!

"where are you?" said under his breath. and started to walk in his messy bookshop. something upsetting was finding it's way into his stomach.. it was weird.. and thesedays, "weird" wasn't his cup of tea at all!

he was feeling a kind of anxiety, that most of angels don't come across, not even in a millennia! the very kind that makes a normal human want to run around the M25 only to find the strength to call one specific person.

and angel was thinking of going for the very same marathon somehow! but before reaching that spot, a familiar sound, gave him the relief he was so desperate to have.

"Gabriel!" he said.. not sure what should do to prevent those velvet eyes daggering in him.

"umm.. you.. were right!" not so bad, he thaught. and continued as " i am actually having some visions!" or better to say hallucinations? ... he was rolling his eyes while thinking about the other word. and meanwhile, silence drowned the shop. and having a smiling Gabriel was the most horrible part of it. better to say, the only horrifying part!

but eventually, Gabriel stepped in, and left his gloves on the nearest desk he found. removed his smile and put a half- suspicious frown on. "what exactly you saw?"

"uh.. well.. something glowing. a.. pair!"

Gabriel was trying to not change his face.

"i believe.. that's.. those are eyes of somebody i may have known. before the war."

even before aziraphale finish his sentence, Gabriel failed! his right hand betrayed him and a twitch was enough to show aziraphale something was way far from right!

"well. aziraphale. i afraid, i have to remind you, we all are having these kind of...visions! and we are not allowed to overthink about them nor letting them appear!"

Gabriel was going to continue under the line of " this is all, just a touch of evil!" and aziraphale was sick of overhearing that! so turned to Gabriel and said " i know! i... know. but this is different! i couldn't feel any devilish thing from. it was just so... so familiar. and so... kind!"

Gabriel thaught it's a good point for heaven to start becoming nervous. "aziraphale was remembering!" and he never should!

angel, keep wandering about a pair of golden eyes, was crossing over the celestial circle of his bookshop, that Gabriel managed a small miracle to erase his memory in a cleaner way. but his bad timing led him to an extraordinarily bad result! circle, took the miracle, and in exchange, it gave aziraphale everything back!

all of a sudden, he felt some heavenly axe, chopped his skull... more precisely, a rare kind of turpentine!

and done! he was under attack of six thousand years of memory, with a high growth coefficient during the very last years, before the final war... and wasn't sure what was the name of that thing, he was feeling! anger, sadness, enthusiasm, gloom,... but he was sure all of his needs could be answered by a single name... "Crowley"... he mumbled.

then said it again in a more clear way and when a half-smile was appearing on his face, fate decided to teach him what "a touch of evil" could actually mean! his traitor mind... his mischievous memory... whipped his smile away, as long as gave him the very last memories of the final war itself.

time slowed. he could hear his dying heartbeat in his ears.. which was the local singer of that melodical buzz, that filled his ears right after the first picture of war came into his mind.

swallowed heavily. couldn't believe any of them! all the happy and beautiful memories he had on earth, were seeping through his heart, splatted against the floor, and turning into poisoning sad things... you wish to never remember. and now, he knew that, those golden eyes, gazing so kind at him, were belong to that very poisonous era!

"crowley..." he murmured once again and tried to stand up. but the room wasn't stable anymore and his head was spinning.. his sight, spotted with black spots and, sorrow, was getting overwhelming...

aziraphale wasn't sure if Gabriel was still there or not, but the burning pain that was destroying his heart, made him let go of "acting wisely" method he always used in front of archangels.

"were is Crowley? .. tell me Gabriel!" no answer. "is he okay?"... still silence banging in his ears. " this isn't true.."

Gabriel was standing right at the same position, he was standing since he entered the shop. but something not hellish nor heavenly was making him to keep pretending an equal role as the books. it was the inner wickedness of Gabriel, which was no ordinary, supposing him as an archangel!

but this, led aziraphale to believe his memories. and he found himself shivering, ready to sob, and stuck in a hellish loop of one single memory.

when he turned his wrist, holded the flaming sword up, and after a woosh sound, ended up with wide open eyes, shocked, and holding a sword, that was locked inside a body. which was fighting to demons, protecting him, till the very last moment and now, oozing bright red blood, incapable of speech, and... "crowley!!!" aziraphale heard his own scream ringing over and over in his ears... pulled back the sword he now, was willing it would never have come back to him! and threw the thing down in a rush. inched forward and his shaking hands, ran to catch the most precious one, in his entire existance.

aziraphale was loosing the ability to talk, and his lips just were trying to say one single word.. "crowley!" war was stopped.. heaven and hell were delightful of their achievement and aziraphale was feeling some sort of unlimited anger, that was spreading all over his body.

"An..gel" a broken voice, suddenly became the only sound he could hear... without longer hesitation, went beside the injured demon who was panting slowly and was nothing alike to Crowley, aziraphale knew as his best and only friend.

his face was too tired, and in so much pain. aziraphale felt completely clear-headed. and just held the demons hand while trying to do his best miracles. but it wasn't important how hard ge was trying, he could never fix the wound of his flaming sword. it could even cut the gates of heaven, and there was no cure for it...

"angel.." crowley tried to say something once again and aziraphale replied in a terrified way"yes.. I'm right here my dear." crowley gasped in agony... a big cut on his chest, were oozing blood and aziraphale couldn't take his eyes from it..

"it's not... your... fault" this was the last sentence, aziraphale could manage to understand it's meaning... his hands ran over Crowley's wounded body and he felt he is holding the weight of world.. he hugged Crowley in a way he was willing to make death unable taking him away. and then, that moment came. a brief relief. Crowley was still. not even a single twitch... and aziraphale's heart stopped... kept his eyes shut, and then felt that his heart just squeezed and started thumping louder than ever! fear was running into his veins.. alongside a cold stream...

he was now hearing the murmurs of angels and demons surrounding them both... they were happy.. they have beaten them and now they could go and start the Armageddon once again! Crowley was dead.. he thaught. and felt a very fragile layer of tear, covered his eyes... then once again he felt the anger so powerful! he could feel the ones who were coming with ready-to-kill weapons, to end this war, and with the first attempt of first one, aziraphale opened his wings, that became soon, covered in blood, and after covering Crowley's body, aziraphale stared to his half-closed eyelids and let his tears, lay down on Crowley's steady face. "he is no more in pain" he thaught. and , that was it. aziraphale gave in, and let his fury rule over him. he closed his eyes. felt the unlimited sadness and anger in every cell, and when he opened his eyes... he in fact, opened his hundred inner eyes too. that were bleeding fresh blood!... and he knew he wasn't going to beat both heaven and the hell, even in his full shap, but he just couldn't step aside anymore! he had lost Crowley... he couldn't loose the earth too! with an

overwhelming pain running through his veins, growled and attacked to whoever came into his path.

he remembers, something happened. something like a kind of light spreading all over the battlefield.. and then... he couldn't remember. and then he was is heaven. before a desk, listening to Gabriel talking about great war and how heaven, beat down the hell...

he and a couple of other angels were sitting in a kind of group therapy meeting! yes. and then..

aziraphale blinked. and then, he let go of his tears. stared to Gabriel.

" i can't tolerate this..." he wasn't able to control his voice from shaking." and i can't loose his memories too.."

he stood up, couldn't focus his eyes on one thing, and finished with something like "remove everything about war and after that.. let me believe he is alive, napping somewhere... a long one maybe! then .. i can go around looking for him.. and maybe i even found him one day! " Gabriel was incapable of love. but for unknown reasons, his velvet eyes, shined because of a very tiny drop of tear, that finally went back to their firstplace. and after a moment of uncertainty, he moved his steps forward. focused on aziraphale, and did a miracle... that made aziraphale to pass out.

and when he woke up, he found himself in his library, fallen asleep while reading a book. some special feeling, namely "love" was everywhere in the air. and he thaught " nothing"

cr: R.skyw

there was nothing about Crowley thesedays .. looked to Crowley's broken phone that he had found in his flat and put there besides the books .. and said under his breath" where are you crowley? i... i suppose, i have missed you being around."

Finé

written by: R.skyw

#good omens #good omemes #fanfiction #crowley #neil gaiman #aziraphel #injuries #innefable husbands #fanfic #sad stories

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orcaofmyheart99 · 1 year ago

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Chaos at the Theatre part 1 (Musical with You)

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Aziraphale always loved the theater and everything about it. The costumes, the script writing, the scenery, and the acting. This is why Crowley had arranged for them to go and see it. It was a surprise for Aziraphale. As they entered the Troubadour Wembley Park Theatre, Aziraphale drew in an excited breath. He enjoyed the busing of the crowd. People talking animatedly, hands moving, some even softly humming the show tunes. Crowley looked around, frowning slightly. He hated crowds, shows and music, but it made Aziraphale incredibly happy. Aziraphale did things he didn’t like much to make Crowley happy.

“Want to get some tea and Eccles cakes?” Aziraphale asked Crowley, pointing to a small cart.

Crowley nodded and they walked off to get some sweets.

There was a line, and both couldn't help but overhear the conversations around them.

Two well-dressed men were in a light conversation. They were obviously American. One man was tall, slender with hair brushed up and over to the side. The other man was on the shorter side but held himself with great confidence.

“Thank you for this Rafa.”

“You’re welcome, Sonny. I knew that we would both be in London for the conference so I thought it would be great to get tickets. I wanted to surprise you with tickets to a Broadway play, but I know that you love Newsies, and I thought it would be a great thing to see since we were going to be in London”

Sonny leaned and gave Rafa a kiss on the cheek.

Rafa’s phone buzzed.

He smiled and showed the text to Sonny.

“Looks like Amanda and Olivia are having fun at the Maneskin concert. Apparently Maneskin is performing their new song, Honey, Are You Coming? I can’t believe they are dressed like that!” Sonny laughed.

Crowley’s attention turned to a group of some college aged women and men. They were dressed in a particular manner. The women had on long formal dresses and the men looked like they were dressed as if they were straight out of the late 1700s. The gaggle of youngsters were joking around.

“Alex, I can’t believe you did that!” One commented

“Hey, it is not my fault Jefferson is so annoying! He deserved to get pushed into the pool!”

“Yes, but you still shouldn’t do that. Would you like that if I did that to you?”

“Aaron, you can do literally anything to me.”

The man called Aaron turned away blushing.

“Plus, Jefferson is so annoying. He said it was stupid to go and see a musical all the way in England and that I have to be a better role model.”

“Yeah, like he was any standing” Chimed in Lafayette

“We all know that he and Madison are a total item,” Hercules laughed.

Crowley looked over at a pair of men who looked very out of place.

One of them was wearing a black t-shirt which read drink coffee, hail Satan and wore an upside down cross around his neck. A worn gray and dark green flannel was draped loosely around him.

The man standing next to him, was shorter than him with a tanned complexion. If you had to picture what a stereotypical nerd was you would come up with him. He had on a striped polo shirt and a light purple suit jacket.

The man with the hail Satan t-shirt glanced at Crowley who, like him, was dressed in mostly black.

The man’s what Crowley only could presume to be his boyfriend was talking to the girls in the formal dresses. The man looked as though he was being forced to be there and was trying hard not to scowl. Crowley muttered to him.

“Forced to be here by your boyfriend” The man nodded.

“He said that we were going to a death metal concert. But I should’ve known. The most rock and roll type of music he listens to is the velvet underground. What about you? Why are you here?”

“I surprised my boyfriend. I detest musicals and theatre but since he always accommodating me, I thought I might as well as try to do something he likes.”

The man smiled.

“I like your t-shirt.”

“Thanks, I mostly do it to piss people off. I like to see their smiles disappear.”

Suddenly the man’s boyfriend appeared.

“Gilfoyle come on, Elizabeth, Eliza and Peggy are inviting us to go and meet some of the actors before the musical starts.”

“Pleasant meeting you” Crowley stated as the man was dragged away by his boyfriend over the girls who had separated themselves out from the boys.

The lights flickered indicating that the show was about to begin. The patrons made their way into the expansive theatre. Seats were taken as the lights began to dim. A collective breath was held as the musical began.

It opened on two characters, high up, with the cityscape of New York behind them. The set design was amazing.

“They say folks is dying to get here. Me I’m dying to get away to a little town out west.”

The first song began. It sent shivers doing everyone’s spines. A few minutes later the set changed and revealed several boys standing and getting ready for the morning. The crowd erupted in cheers as the first dance number began

“Ain’t it a fine life carrying the banner through it all. A mighty fine life, carrying the banner tough and tall. When the bell rings, we goes where we wishes, we’s as free as fishes, sure beats washing dishes. What a fine life carrying the banner home free all.”

The actors flipped, danced, and sang much to the crowd’s pleasure. Crowley looked over as saw Aziraphale positively beaming with delight. The Newsies were quickly being broken apart by the Delancey Brothers and other union busters. The audience’s eyes followed the chaos as one of the characters was caught and dragged away. As Jack Kelly began to sing Santa Fe, there was not a dry eye in the house. Aziraphale took out a handkerchief to tap at his eyes.

“Sante Fe!

My old friend I can't spend my whole life dreamin',

Though I know that's all I seem inclined to do.

I ain't gettin' any younger, and I wanna start brand new.

I need space, and fresh air-

let 'em laugh in my face, I don't care-

Save my place, I'll be there...

Just be real is all I'm askin', not some painting in my head,

'Cause I'm dead if I can't count on you today.

I got nothin' if I ain't got Sante Fe!”

The crowd cheered as the song came to a finish. The emotions were displayed clearly on the actor’s face and through his voice. Everyone felt their collective hearts break for Jack Kelly.

The audience got up and filed out to the common area for some more drinks.

Aziraphale asked Crowley “So did Hell have anything to do with the poor working conditions of those children and the higher price for newspapers?”

Crowley nodded “Yes, Hell did have some influence in Pulitzer’s idea to raise the price. Greed is often traced back to Hell.”

“I quite like your suit” The young man named Alex came up and complimented Aziraphale.

“People don’t have fashion sense anymore.”

“Yours is quite nice as well” Aziraphale returned.

“I always enjoyed the 1700s fashion.”

“Same here. The only problem with the 1700s is King George. God he is annoying. He is always like “you belong to me” and “I’ll kill all of you” So extra” The young man rolled his eyes.

Crowley and Aziraphale gave each other a strange look.

“And don’t get me started on Jefferson. He thinks he is soooo much better than everyone else because he went to France.”

One of the girls came up to Alex, and stated that Aaron was getting mad, because apparently Alex had changed his ringtone to Never gonna give you up.

Alex replied “Angie, he must accept Rick Astley as his lord and savior.”

The girl sighed and tugged on Alex’s arm.

“Go apologize to him, Alex.”

The young man and woman walked away.

“That is peculiar. It seems as though they believe they are in the 1700s. I mean they have to realize they are in 2023? A whole musical was even written about them in 2015." Aziraphale remarked.

“Time is a unique thing. Past and present seem to collide much more often than we think” Crowley replied, shrugging.

The lights dimmed once more and the audience walked back into the theatre, taking their seats. The musical started up again with an energetic tap number. Kathrine, the young woman who wanted to prove herself, joined in the boys tapping. The audience enjoyed the dancing as a much-needed break from the previously mentioned song. The musical traveled one, with Kathrine being outed as Pulitzer's daughter. And a beautiful love song between Jack and Kathrine proved that they believed in each other and would not let anything stand in their way.

The newsies were back, fighting together. Fighting for all the young workers who were being abused.

“There’s change coming once and for all” The actors sang out.

To everyone’s surprise, even more actors were walking up the aisle towards the main stage. It was very powerful to be fully surrounded by the characters, as though you were part of the very movement.

The musical came to an end with Sniper being arrested and Pulitzer coming to an agreement with Jack. The actors took a final bow and were given a standing ovation.

The crowd left the theatre talking about the show. Everyone was buzzing with their opinions and thoughts.

Some of the crowd were taking turns grabbing photos with a newspaper stand in the common area. The two men Aziraphale and Crowley noticed talking in front of them were about to stand in front of the newspaper stand.

“Excuse me, would you be able to take a photo of us?” The lanky man asked Aziraphale.

Aziraphale replied with an “of course”

After the photo was snapped, the shorter man thanked them.

“This is our first time in England. We thought we might as well go and see Newsies since we are huge Broadway fans.”

The taller man smiled.

“Not just fans, you actually have performed in theatre. He was excellent in Tick, Tick, Boom!”

“Local theatre, Sonny.” The man corrected him, blushing.

“Theatre is theatre. “Arts are very important,” Aziraphale added.

The two men walked off holding hands.

Slowly Aziraphale and Crowley made their way out the front doors.

“That was magical,” Aziraphale exclaimed, leaning in to kiss Crowley on the cheek.

“Thank you for the surprise.”

“Anything for you Angel” Crowley responded, with a smile he only showed for Aziraphale.

Crowley and Aziraphale traveled back to their house. Crowley even had to admit he might have enjoyed the musical, although he would never say that out loud. The final was moving. Once and for all they were truly satisfied. Crowley and Aziraphale love were louder than words.

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