#good omens scenario

[shameless-pug]

wouldn't it be cute if Aziraphale wraps Crowley up in wrapping paper saying he's his Christmas present this year and put the bow in his hair

[frowley]

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.

[grntaire]

“their miracle was so big bc crowley used to be an archangel” have u considered that aziraphale and crowley love each other so much that their love alone could move the tides just by staring at the ocean for too long. have u considered that they did the miracle not really to protect gabriel but to protect what they had, what they’d built with each other. and that was them barely even trying

[you-go-too-slow-for-me]

And by the time they find a different motel to stay in (don't worry they miraculously have a room spare for them) Aziraphale is still sharing random wikipedia facts with Crowley; on Crowley's own phone no less.

And even though Crowley knows a lot of these facts already, they don't stop Aziraphale from talking because:

A) He looks so happy sharing all these little snippets of information he's collected, and

B) Aziraphale's voice is actually relaxing Crowley enough that it's soothing them off to sleep.

Probably would go something like this:

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AZIRAPHALE: (sat primly on one side of the double bed in the motel room) And did you know, that it was the Sumerians who invented the potters wheel for sculpting things from clay?

CROWLEY: (laying down on their side, without their glasses on, dozing periodically as the angel talks) Mhmm, that's great angel 😊

AZIRAPHALE: (looking down at Crowley) Oh! I'm ever so sorry my dear. I'm keeping you up with all my nattering aren't I? Don't worry I'll read in silence now and─

CROWLEY: (suddenly more awake) NO! No I mean... 's nice, hearing you talk... makes me calm and ngk all that...

AZIRAPHALE: (blushing slightly from the sentiment) Well if you insist my dear 😊. But I must insist that if you're going to be resting properly, you must make yourself comfortable.

*Aziraphale miracles Crowley into a pair of black pyjamas, and manifests the duvet to be on top of them both*

CROWLEY: Ngk

AZIRAPHALE: Comfy?

CROWLEY: nods and wiggles closer to the Angel

AZIRAPHALE: Very good 😊 (they start reading aloud from the top of a new page)

~~~

Sorry I appear to have hijacked your post to write some fluff mwahahaha😊

good omens american roadtrip bit where aziraphale has to be the one navigating for them in the passengers seat but keeps forgetting to mention theyve driven by exits they needed to take miles ago. and when i say bit i mean that it happens at the end of every single scene in the car

[gleafer]

Sometimes before I have to tuck into a big job with a bad deadline, I need to mentally prepare myself with a few warm up sketches before hand to loosen the ol’ noggin.

They’re quick and messy, but make me giggle! It’s the sugar that makes the medicine go down.

[larkbunny]

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[lizleeillustration]

"This isn't the usual apology dance."

"Well, I have more to apologize for this time."

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[u3pxx]

[bad omens] you know how it is with me and body swaps and roleswaps orz

[iwasthenightingale]

Maybe it's just the feral ace person who resides within me, but I desperately want Crowley and Aziraphale's first real kiss to be entirely awkward and innocent and honestly kind of chaste

I want Aziraphale, desperate to hold Crowley, words tumbling out of him as he says "You know, the first time in my bookshop didn't count. And I should very much like to try, er... kissing again. Perhaps. If you were amenable?"

I want Crowley, mute with shock, but nodding incredibly enthusiastically. And Aziraphale's hands, hesitant but still reaching, hovering over Crowley as he shuffles forward and tries to learn how to touch him

I want blushing as Aziraphale asks softly "so, um... was it something l-like... like this?" and Crowley doing everything in his power not to move or self combust as he inches closer

I want the gentlest, most barely there brush of lips, so soft and sweet, and a sharp inhale as Aziraphale wrenches back to take in Crowley, his beautiful Crowley, and feel the tingling warmth against his lips

And then I want them to melt together, not even because the kiss is particularly charged, but because they adore each other and have been kept apart for far far too long, and no amount of closeness or intimacy could ever be enough for them

[applestede]

“I’m back” I don’t know if he was gone for ten minutes or ten years, but I think the funniest explanation for this is Crowley just announces his presence like this any time he comes in the shop now

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

Crying because Nina and Maggie did what everyone in the Fandom would have done, by trying to get Aziraphale and Crowley to have a little talk then get together. Only it spectacularly backfired on absolutely everyone involved.

[moonyinpisces]

hunger games au where aziraphale lives in the capitol and he’s reaped for the quarter quell (capitol teenager paired with past winner where both have to survive) only he’s not a teenager he’s 50 and his name was submitted over 1 million times because everyone hates him

[tonydaddingham]

"they're not talking" right so for the first one or two eps, there's the possibility that even though they might be compelled to work as a team, they will still likely be really angry with each other, and act like strangers, or just simply like they cant stand each other. like yeah the unconditional love is unassailable and all, but the tragedy is that at the start of s3 they might actually end up treating each other - projecting that anger and guilt and longing - exactly as they were meant to since the beginning. we've never truly seen them be adversaries in anything but name, and the prospect that s3 might pose what would have happened if they'd never shared all those experiences - and fallen in love along the way - is utterly horrific

[atrenchcoatofteaandspite]

I wish queer couples could just slow dance without their enemies trying to destroy their homes for career gain.

[yeahitsmebj]

Marital spats never last forever

Its okay guys. Theyre fine. Anything can be resolved with the proper approach…

[miniiinebulaee]

"don't you think it's a little odd that the tea hasn't gone cold yet?"