#my baby boy aziraphale

[sparklingoctopus]

Good Omens absolutely destroyed me. I am lying in broken pieces on the ground. And i dont think that i even mind it. The season was AMAZING. Devastating but also just amazing. I that dumb, dumb demon and even dumber angel.

[hikarry]

Another imagine? Right after the last one? Bet your tits! Whatever do you want? It's not my fault if I feel inspired when I'm depressed.

Aziraphale was looking down on Earth. He was vaguely aware of Uriel standing behind him, but he payed her no mind. By now he was used to having her around. Ever since he came back to Heaven and it was announced he was the new Supreme Archangel, she had become his shadow. Rare were the moments when he was actually alone.

Suddenly, there was a commotion down the corridor. Loud voices and groans and...hissing?

He stepped away from the Globe, looking over his shoulder towards Uriel. She was as impassive as always.

Right. She probably didn't know anything about it either.

A door was opened brutally, and the footsteps grew closer.

Aziraphale rotated towards the noise, spine straight, hands clasped behind his back. He waited patiently, certain that whatever it was was indeed coming his way.

What he saw was absolutely not what he expected.

When the doors of the room banged open, Aziraphale was greeted by the Metraton, Michael, Sandalphon and a small army of angels. And Crowley.

The demon was rudely tossed at his feet by two angels that were previously holding him up by the arms. His hands were on his back, restricted by silver handcuffs that decidedly felt holy. From where he stood, he could see the raw red skin where the handcuffs touched him.

He was on his knees, sitting back, his head hanging forwards while his back moved erractly up and down with each quick and difficult breath he took.

Aziraphale finally peeled his eyes off the demon in front of him, slowly running his eyes through the archangels and the Metraton.

"What's the meaning of this?"

"It's been 8 years, and we have made little to no progress towards our goal." The Metraton began, voice booming. "You've been distracted, never fully focused on the greater good and we decided it was time we took care of the problem by its root."

With his chin, he pointed towards Crowley and one of the angels took a couple of steps forward and abruptly grabbed the demon by his short auburn hair, pulling it violently backwards so he was looking up at Aziraphale. Crowley hissed with the movement. His eyes were closed, but Aziraphale could now see the few black scales on his skin, two fangs peeking through his lips. The angel pulled again, and Crowley snapped his eyes open, and their eyes met. There was no sign of any white, his eyes full blown yellow. The slith barely visible. He looked wild. And tired. Aziraphale stopped breathing for a moment before moving his gaze from Crowley back to the Metraton.

"I'm sure I don't know what you mean. In my opinion, our plans are going quite smoothly."

"You've played enough with us and our future, Supreme Archangel." It was Sandalphon's turn to talk, apparently. His smile was sickening. "It's time you take action."

Aziraphale quickly looked back down at Crowley, before snapping back to the archangel.

"Action?"

"It's your divine duty to neutralize this demon." The Metraton opened his arms, as if in demonstration.

Behind his back, Aziraphale's closed in fists, and, for a moment, the room fell into a heavy silence. The only noise was Crowley's still labored breathing.

Before he could answer, the Metraton waved his hand and a violent pain took over his head, making him stagger backwards, both hands on each side of his face. His veins were lava hot. The sounds of his heart beating overtaking anything else. His mind felt like it was about to explode and implode at the same time. His lungs were sent into overdrive and he staggered back a few more steps, with his eyes closed. A hand was placed on his back, stopping him from moving.

When Aziraphale opened his eyes again, his vision was swimming. The borders of his gaze were unfocused and dark, white speckles flying around. He tried to focus on anyone, but the faces were all blurred. Out of his control, his hand swung down and he felt something heavy materialize on his hand, but he couldn't tell what it was.

Everything is alright, Aziraphale.

A voice that sounded weirdly like the Almighty flooded his head, and he felt his corporation start to tremble.

It has to be done.

What had to be done? He was so so confused. His head hurt so much. But this voice felt so warm. So comforting. Yet terrifying.

It is my wish.

What wish? What was She talking about?

Heavy breathing took over his senses, but it wasn't his own. It had too much underlying hissing to be his.

Crowley.

Crowley was here, in Heaven.

They wanted him to kill Crowley.

The Almighty wanted him to kill Crowley?

His heart banged against his ribcage, some feeling he hadn't felt in a while trying to fight the pain he was currently under.

Aziraphale tried to take another step back, away from Crowley, but the hand on his back stopped him and actually pushed him forward this time.

He hadn't noticed closing his eyes again, but now they were back open, and his gaze fixed itself on Crowley's face. He was still looking up at him, the angel still grabbing him by the hair. His breathing was still everything he could hear, echoing inside his head. His eyes still looked a mix of tired and wild, but now there was something else. Something else Aziraphale couldn't quite place.

No. Absolutely not. Out of the question. Ask him for anything but that. Hell, ask him to close all his eyes and stop spinning, and he will. But not this. Never this.

Someone was talking, but it sounded like they were underwater. Aziraphale couldn't understand a single word, but it made Crowley take his eyes away from him and look to the side, ever without moving his head, a snarl on his face. He tried to push to his feet, but the angel behind him stepped on his leg and forced him back down, twisting the strands in his hand.

"No." Aziraphale tried to say, but he wasn't sure the sound actually came out of his mouth. It must have because now Crowley's gaze was on him again. And so was Metraton's and everyone else's.

There was another spike of pain in his head that pushed him to drop to his knees. He heard Crowley's voice. It was clearly Crowley's voice. But he didn't understand what he was saying for as much as he forced himself to hear.

With his free hand on his head, with a vice grip on his own curls, he tried to regain control of himself, but it was like swimming against the tide. A very heavy and fast tide, at that.

With a groan, he pushed himself up to his feet once again, his legs almost failing below him.

Tell me you said no.

Crowley's voice.

You can't leave this bookshop.

Aziraphale took a sharp breath when he felt his heart ache. Was this what a heart attack felt like? He was in Heaven. He was an angel. He couldn't possibly have a heart attack, could he?

Stop.

The pain had to stop.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

I understand a whole lot better than you do.

Right. Crowley. He was in Heaven. He had to take him away from here. Away from him. Back to Earth. To safety.

He pried his eyes open, but before he could focus on anything, his vision tilted sideways, going momentarily dark.

It's my wish.

No nightingales.

Both voices flooded him at the same time, making both his head and his heart soar with knife sharp pain.

His vision came back and he quickly looked around, taking as much as he could.

The Archangels and angels seemed considerably farther away than before. The Metraton, Crowley, and the angel holding him down remained in the same place.

Aziraphale!

It was a single word, but two different voices were saying it.

The Almighty and Crowley.

Crowley.

Aziraphale's gaze fell upon the demon again. He was still staring back up at him, but the wildness on his eyes was gone. Instead, he looked scared. Worried. It was hard to read or think with his heartbeat reverberating through his head like a church bell.

He tempted you.

The Almighty talked again in his mind.

Don't let yourself Fall, Aziraphale.

Fear ran through his heart.

He wasn't Falling. Crowley would never let him Fall. He would never do anything to make him Fall.

Crowley was his best friend.

He is the Serpent of Eden.

He's Crowley.

He is the Original Tempter.

He's Crowley. Just Crowley. He had always just been Crowley. Wild, impulsive, ridiculous, caring Crowley. But just Crowley.

He's a demon.

I lied.

The Almighty's voice morphs into Crowley's. But it was all inside his head. He was looking at Crowley. His lips were parted, but only to help his breathing. He wasn't talking.

He's a demon. He lies.

He himself had told him that many centuries ago.

No nightingales.

That was a lie. There was nightingales. There had always been. Aziraphale was just a coward.

A sob climbs up his throat, but refuses to come out.

A warm sensation took his right hand as the Metraton said something he couldn't quite understand because of the whole underwater sensation. The angel holding Crowley finally let go and joined the other angels.

"Get out of here." Aziraphale heard himself say, almost begging.

Crowley got up to his feet, swaying for a moment before finding his balance once again. His mouth moved at the same time as the Metraton's, but Aziraphale heard neither.

The demon turned around, fangs bared, keeping himself between Aziraphale and the Metraton.

"Get out of here." Aziraphale repeated, and Crowley swung around, facing him once again.

Suddenly, the demon was just a few feet away from him and oh. That scent. He hadn't felt it in a long time, but it was unforgettable. Cinnamon and the earth after a storm. A forest fire and sandalwood.

Aziraphale's head throbbed again and his eyes rolled back on his sockets involuntary, pulling a whine out of his throat.

He's a demon.

He's a demon.

He's the enemy, Aziraphale.

Enemy. Demon.

He's evil.

Evil.

Life will never take its course while he is breathing. The Earth will never be avenged while he stands.

"Aziraphale."

Crowley's voice pulled him back to the present like the snap of an elastic.

He's a threat.

Shut up.

And threats must be neutralized.

Shut up.

He tempted the humans. He tempted you.

"Angel?" Crowley's voice was so soft. When was the last time he had heard it that soft? That vulnerable?

The demon Crowley wasn't soft. Or vulnerable. He was the Serpent of Eden. The Enemy. And he was standing right in front of him. Yellow on the blue. Or was it purple?

You're my soldier, Aziraphale.

Aziraphale could see something like a purple tint on Crowley's face.

Purple.

He was the Supreme Archangel of all Heaven.

He was the Almighty's soldier.

The angel lifted his hand, the flaming sword now between them. He could almost see the flames licking at Crowley's neck.

Aziraphale watched as Crowley swallowed, ever without taking his gaze away from the Archangel's. And then he smiled.

His outstretched hand wavered, the sword with it.

"It's your duty, Aziraphale." The Metraton's voice boomed once again, and his vision tilted one more time.

Out of his control, he felt his body moving forward, the tip of his sword touching something sturdy. Trying to think was like moving through molasses, and he couldn't see anything. Something cold fell from his eyes. His whole body was trembling, fighting against whatever was taking charge at the moment because it was not him. It couldn't possibly be him.

Crowley is the Serpent of Eden.

I am the Supreme Archangel.

"Aziraphale."

Something pushed back against the sword.

I am the Almighty's soldier.

Nothing lasts forever.

"Angel, please... Just look at me." Crowley sounded so defeated. So wrong.

Aziraphale wouldn't stand for that. Not again.

His vision came back as the sword clanged to the floor. His arm was still outstretched, shaking between them.

His heartbeat took control of all his senses once again, and time now seemed to be running through molasses itself.

You're the Supreme Archangel.

The Almighty's voice sounded wrong too. Now that he took a moment to notice, it barely sounded like the Almighty at all.

Yes, I am.

Aziraphale waved his hand and the Archangels and the angels were tossed against the wall in a violent gust of wind.

"Aziraphale!" The Metraton was walking closer, quite clearly upset. "What do you think you're doing?!"

Aziraphale snapped his fingers, and the handcuffs fell off Crowley's wrists before he closed the space between them and grabbed the demon by the jacket, pushing him to stand behind him. With another wave of his hand, another sudden gust of wind came to life, but the Metraton snapped his fingers, and it died down. The sword materialized on his hand once more while his wings appeared from the pocket dimension onto his back, covering Crowley.

"This is enough. Let him leave." The angel said, brandishing his sword towards the Metraton. "I will stay. I will follow the plans we were working on. But let him leave."

"Aziraphale-" Crowley talked, his hands resting on Aziraphale's hips, but he was cut by the Metraton.

"He is the enemy, Aziraphale! Not us! We are your family!" He was fuming. "You can't disobey the Almighty! It is her wish!"

"Is it?" Aziraphale lifted an eyebrow. "The Almighty hasn't talked to anyone in Millennia. Not to me. Certainly not to you. You have no idea what the Almighty truly wants, do you? No one does! Remember the Apocalypse? Everyone thought that was the Great Plan, and yet Earth is still here. I'm still here." The sword started flaming. "I advise you to let him leave."

"Aziraphale," Crowley's hands squeezed his hips, and the angel felt the demon's body leaning against his back. "You can't stay here."

"Crowley-"

"It has been 8 bloody years. With no notes. No news." His fingers dug into Aziraphale's flesh. "Come home." Aziraphale swallowed.

"You can't leave. You're the Supreme Archangel!"

It took a couple of moments for Aziraphale to regain his bearing. With Crowley's hands on him and feeling his warm breath on the back of his neck after all this time, it was almost as difficult to think as before. He shook himself, taking a deep breath, and finally answered:

"By title, yes. But did I ever really have the power?" The Metraton stopped moving. "I'm not as naive as you think I am. The only reason I accepted this position was to keep Crowley safe. And because of the Second Coming. But I didn't believe whatever lies you tried to lay on me these past years for a single second." He smiled. "I never had any chance, did I? I was never in command of anything at all. I was merely your puppet. You were just trying to keep me far away from Earth. From Crowley. Because you are afraid of what we can do together. Of us stopping the Second Coming."

The Metraton opened his mouth to talk, but Aziraphale, taking the chance, waved his hand, and the Metraton was tossed against the far wall. Quickly, he held Crowley by the arm and pulled him, running out of the room and through the corridors of Heaven in the direction of the lift.

"Aziraphale!" Crowley pulled on his hand. "Aziraphale, wait!" He did stop, looking around quickly to check if there were any angels around, but they were by themselves.

Aziraphale let go of his arm, turning to fully face him.

"I'm so sorry, my dear. I'm afraid I rather made a mess of things." He took a deep breath, looking around once more, before continuing: "I've been trying to stop the Second Coming for the past 8 years, but, honestly, all I've been doing is stalling. They would start it sooner or later and I had no idea how to stop it other than to delay it." He looked up at Crowley. His eyes were still full yellow. "But I'm sure we can think of something. Together... That is, if you will have me. I'm aware we-"

"Aziraphale-"

"-didn't quite leave things-"

"Aziraphale-"

"-in the best of terms but-"

"Angel!" Aziraphale's mouth snapped close. With a sigh, Crowley closes the distance between them, placing his cold hands on Aziraphale's cheeks. "I missed you."

Just then the angel realized how truly tense he was, allowing his muscles to melt under Crowley's gaze. They stayed in silence staring at each other for a moment. Two. Until Aziraphale put his hands on each side of Crowley's face. The demon opened his mouth so say something but Aziraphale crashed his lips against his.

Crowley remained rigid for a while, not reciprocating and Aziraphale quickly started regretting it.

Right.

8 years had passed by.

8 years without seeing each other. Without news on his part.

He couldn't really expect Crowley's feelings to remain the same. Not after he rejected him the last time they saw each other. Not after the way Aziraphale had hurt him.

The angel was about to move away when Crowley's hands came up to the back of his head, and he pulled him closer, his mouth opening under his.

It's like Heaven itself went quiet around him. Around them.

Or so it did, for like 10 seconds, when they heard shouting from somewhere behind them. Both pulled away, looking behind Crowley to check if someone was coming, before Aziraphale held his hand again and off again they went, running towards the lift.

They only stopped when they were finally inside the damned lift and Crowley pushed the Earth button.

Both leaned back against the wall, breathing heavily.

"We have..." Crowley took a deep breath, trying to regain control of his lungs. "...to stop kissing in dire circumstances."

Aziraphale chuckled.

"Quite."

"You do realize you have a gigantic target on your back, right? The Metraton is not just going to drop it."

"We'll think of something...Crowley?"

"Hmm?"

Aziraphale reached out for his hand one more time.

"8 years ago, last time we saw each other-"

"Oh, I haven't forgiven you about that."

"...what?"

He smiled down at the angel.

"We will stop the Second Coming, but I'll be down right insufferable the whole time."

"Crowley!"

[lonely-planet-without-my-star]

GO S2 has given me so much emotional damage

Like pouring your heart out to someone, telling them how you feel, that you choose them above everything else, that you will continue to choose them, hoping they will choose you too…

But they don’t.

[ceruleantinted]

divorce era parallels at full force

i’m living in a nightmare…

[aheartofgold]

I'm going to go actually insane thinking about Aziraphale's hand helplessly gripping on to Crowley's back, fingers splayed, desperate, gripping. Those same fingers pushing on his mouth afterwards, desperate, gripping. Him grabbing Crowley's arm when Gabriel and Beelzebub confessed. His fingers intertwined with Crowley's as he pulls him out to dance. His hands!!!!!!

[pokimoko]

The One-Way Waltz of the Moth and the Wild Flame (and the Incident of the Authorial Intrusion) - A Good Omens Fic

Written by pokimoko

Chapters: 1/1

Word Count: ~25K

Fandom: Good Omens (TV)

Rating: Teen and Up Audiences

Warning: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens), Crowley & Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Nina (Good Omens), Crowley (Good Omens) & Original Character(s)

Characters: Crowley (Good Omens), Aziraphale (Good Omens), Muriel (Good Omens), Original Characters, (who is technically not an original character but I've got to keep some secrets ;) ), Nina (Good Omens), Background & Cameo Characters

Summary: A story in which Crowley does not prevent forest fires, a radio sends out thoughts and prayers, an angel misuses the emergency contact, the local duck population invents socialism, trees are threatened to varying degrees of success, a waltz is indeed played, and an author considers the nature of tragedies.

Tags: Ineffable Divorce | Aziraphale and Crowley Break Up (Good Omens), Post-Break Up, POV Crowley (Good Omens), Emotional Hurt, He/Him Pronouns For Crowley (Good Omens), They/Them Pronouns for Muriel (Good Omens), Crowley & Muriel Friendship (Good Omens), Angst and Humor, Crowley-centric (Good Omens), Canon Continuation, Post-Season/Series 02, Post-Episode: s02e06 Every Day (Good Omens), Pre-Season/Series 03, No Aziraphale Slander Here but it is also Crowley's POV so expect at least some Thoughts, Angry Crowley (Good Omens), Running Away, Both in the Emotional and Literal Sense, Because You Don't Have to Deal with Your Romantic and Personal Issues in Washington State. Obviously, (incorrect: you very much do), Crowley is a Mess (Good Omens), (even if he won't admit it), Crowley Loves Aziraphale (Good Omens), (another thing he won't admit), Aziraphale Loves Crowley (Good Omens), They're just being stupid, Not A Fix-It, References to God(s), Romantic Angst, America, United States, Fire Lookout, Remember Only You Can Prevent Forest Fires (Unless You Are Anthony J. Crowley), hey is it healthy to repeatedly relive a past trauma to deal with a breakup? asking for a friend, Scene: The Bookshop Fire (Good Omens), Fire, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Isolation, When You're Trying to Cope Badly in the American Wilderness but People Keep Talking to You, Radio, Inspired by Firewatch (Video Game), Character Study, Crowley and the Woes of Being In a Narrative That Won't Let You Go, (Fleabag voice) This is a Tragedy, But oh? What's this?, Angst with a Happy Ending, Ambiguous/Open Ending

[lildarkchapel]

GOOD OMENS MINI SPOILER

why did I just now notice that Aziraphale only uses LED candles for his portal now so that he won’t BURN DOWN THE FREAKING SHOP AGAIN???

[xolasdoesntknow]

Throwing another sketch blindly into the world 🪽

[number1wah]

ok so like, obviously Nina and Maggie are basically human versions on Crowley and Aziraphale right?? Right. And one wonderful example of that is when Crowley is about to lead everyone out of the bookshop, and Maggie (who has no idea what is going on but knows, knows, that whatever it is is dangerous), decides to stay. She wants to help. And she doesn't want Aziraphale to be on his own. Because she is brave. And because she stays, Nina (who was about to run away leave), also stays. (She's also just so curious about what's happening which is very familiar)

Aziraphale staying (to stop the apocalypse or in the book shop or on earth or in heaven) is him being brave. He's choosing to meet things head on. He's choosing to try and change the outcome. And because of that Crowley also stays.

But they're both idiots and Crowley doesn't understand that Aziraphale leaving for Heaven isn't actually him leaving it's Aziraphel choosing to stay and try and do good.

[zenith-hellbat]

Bro has so many looks!

[cicadascribbles]

Sobbing every day over how caring and loving and on edge and worried and angry and emotional Crowley is the entire six episodes of S2

[abyssinspace]

Alright people it time for a good omens 2 talk. There will be major spoilers so proceed with caution!

When I first watched the ending I was shocked! Aziraphale leaving Crowley for heaven?!? I wouldn’t have believed you at the beginning of the season. That being said after taking time to think over the ending, it actually makes a lot of sense to me. In the years between Armageddon and the events of season 2, Crowley and Aziraphale lived in relative peace and safety. But then shit went down. Specifically, Aziraphale’s bookshop was attacked. When Metatron, the fucking voice of God, tells Aziraphale that he can make heaven better and be safe with Crowley at the same time? Of course Aziraphale accepts the offer, the voice of God just offered him everything he wants!

He has a lot of religious trauma and on top of that even though he and Crowley have been safe the last couple of years, that may not last. As he says “nothing lasts forever.” This makes him susceptible to Metaton’s manipulation, and it is manipulation. He wants so badly to have heaven be the “good guys” after all that was his side for about 6,000 years. He wants Crowley to be with Crowley without being afraid, but Crowley turns him down. How could Crowley say no? Everything will be perfect this way?

Crowley turns him down because he can see in shades of black and white in a way Aziraphale can’t yet. Crowley is firmly on his and Aziraphale’s side, but Aziraphale making this choice causes Crowley to believe that Aziraphale isn’t. Crowley loves Aziraphale, he loves him so much that he wants to run away with him, on earth or the stars it doesn’t matter.

Aziraphale love’s Crowley, he love him so much that he wants to make heaven a place they can be together without being afraid of other sides, on top of that he really hasn’t seen the corruption in heaven yet. After all it isn’t “an institutional problem.” Aziraphale can’t understand Crowley’s view, yet. I firmly believe that after being in heaven again, in a place of power where others in power still hate him he’ll start to understand.

As a side note, Crowley was particularly hurt by this choice because he just watched Gabriel and Beelzebub live out his dream. He wants to run away from both sides and just BE with Aziraphale. What he gets instead is heart break.

[bittersweetyrn]

im high and thinking abt how crowley and aziraphale would absolutely celebrate christmas for the kink part. like neither of us can reconcile with the religious aspect of that holiday but we can sure have Santa baby roleplay all month. literally eartha kitt's version is soooooo azirphale

[alexice96]

I'm fine

Btw mentioned playlist

[clay-core]

Got tipsy last night and like sobbed about Crowley from Good Omens

[garden-doodles]

⚠️Good Omens Season 2 spoilers!⚠️

sobbing crying shitting my pants