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averywiseanimatedcat · 1 year ago

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“I loved him”

Word count: 2820

Rating: G

Summary: Post S2. Aziraphale is getting worried because he hasn’t been able to locate Crowley ever since their fight. He comes back to the bookshop to pick up some reading material. He ends up having an unexpected heart to heart with Maggie.

Tags: Angst. Angst again. Maggie and Aziraphale friendship. Confessions.

Author notes: If you’re on TikTok you might have heard the audio from Einstein and Eddington being used in Aziracrow edits. YouTube clip bellow if you haven’t heard it yet. I always see I being used as if Crowley were saying it, but what I’d Aziraphale did? That’s this one shot. If I have to live with that idea then you do to.

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“Mr Fell!”

A voice called out, Aziraphale startled and dropped the keys to his bookshop onto the steps. He looked around, Maggie was trotting down the sidewalk towards him.

“Maggie my dear…”

He said as she reached him.

“Mr Fell! Gosh it’s been ages. We were beginning to think you’d sold the bookshop and left?”

She said breathlessly. Aziraphale smiled politely, bending down to pick up his keys.

“Oh no, still very much the owner of this bookshop.”

Aziraphale said, his eyes darting around the street behind her. He hoped that no one else had spotted him. He didn’t really want to get dragged into to many pleasantries. He wasn’t suppose to be down here for too long, but he’d lied and said he needed a couple of books from his shop. Really he was just desperate for something to read that wasn’t a memo. He also wanted to poke around and see if he could find any sign of Crowley, and Maggie might be able to help him with that.

“Oh I’m glad, I’d be devastated if we lost you as a landlord.”

Maggie replied brightly. Aziraphale brushed past the compliment and asked

“Would you like to come in?”

“Oh…I’m not intruding am I?”

She said, blinking at him

“Not at all dear.”

The angel unlocked the door and stepped inside. He knew returning to the bookshop might be upsetting, but he wasn’t quite prepared for the heaviness that fell onto his shoulders as he crossed the threshold. The bookshop still looked exactly how it did that day, not a single thing had been moved. The smell of ancient pages and dust swept through his lungs as he inhaled, bringing with it a wave of memories that stung like alcohol down the throat. A terrible, sinking feeling pressed on his chest uncomfortably.

He looked down at his feet. The rug by the front door was still creased a little where the demons boots had wrinkled it when he’d stormed out a few weeks prior. Aziraphale always had to adjust things in the shop whenever Crowley had been around. The demon had a rather unconcerned way of moving through space that resulted in things being knocked out of place all the time. He had the compulsion to straighten the rug, but couldn’t quite bring himself to do it.

“Where’s that girl who’s always here now?”

Maggie asked, startling the angel. He’d completely forgotten she was there.

“Oh, Muriel? She’s…well, at head office. Tea?”

Aziraphale said, pulling himself together and gesturing for Maggie to take a seat on the couch. He’d purposefully come down when he knew Muriel would be up in Heaven for her monthly debriefing. She was charming, but he really wasn’t in the mood for a creature so bright and bubbly right now.

“Oh yes…tea would be lovely.”

Maggie replied, smiling politely as she sat down. Aziraphale attempted to smile back and disappeared into the back room to miracle some tea. Maggie was eyeing the various things strewn on Azirpaphales desk when he returned with the tray and teacups. He handed her one full of piping hot tea and took a seat in his arm chair next to his desk. He avoided looking over where his dairy sat atop a stack of books he’d been organising the day before he’d left. He knew exactly what was in the last pages he’d filled out, and he didn’t want to read them.

“So, Nina and I haven’t seen you or Mr Crowley for weeks? Did you go away on holiday or something?”

Maggie asked. The mention of Crowleys name sent a solid something clanging into the angels stomach somewhere near his navel. The answer to his unasked question of if she’d seen the demon was having a similar effect.

“No…I uh….started a new job.”

He said vaguely, sipping on his tea to cover up his disappointment.

“Oh? What’s the job?”

She asked

“Um, management I guess you could call it.”

Azirphale replied, his eyes kept wandering around the desk and out the window. His enthusiasm for this interaction had left quite suddenly.

“Oh. That’s exciting. I guess it must be very important for you to leave your bookshop.

Maggie said

“Oh yes, very important.”

Aziraphale replied distractedly, now acutely aware of Crowleys wide brimmed hat from the 1940’s on the coat hanger only metres from him. He hardly noticed when Maggie fell silent for a long moment.

“Forgive me if I’m overstepping….but you seem a little…distracted Mr Fell. Not yourself I mean. Is everything alright?”

Aziraphales eyes darted over to meet hers. The genuine concern in them touched the angel, bless her heart, he thought, a human worried about an angel.

“Oh yes. Just fine, I think I’m just a little tired. Not used to so much responsibility.”

He cobbled together, but even he knew he sounded unconvincing.

“Right…so how come that funny girl is looking after your bookshop and not Mr Crowley? I haven’t seen him for ages either.”

Maggie’s eyes were searching Aziraphales in a calculated, but kind way.

“Yes I was going to ask you about that….has no one seen him?”

He was trying very hard to sound casual. But the question came out in a strained, high pitch kind of way. Maggie’s eyes narrowed

“No….he hasn’t been back here, not that Nina or I have seen. Why?”

Maggies eyes darkened with confusion.

“Oh no reason.”

He replied quickly. There was a pause before Maggie asked

“Do you like your new job?”

Aziraphale had to think quite hard about how to answer this.

“I think the more appropriate question would be, do I think I’m making a difference? And yes I think I am.”

Aziraphales attempt to steer the conversation away from his feelings failed miserably, because Maggie put her cup down quite pointedly and sat forward onto the edge of her seat before saying

“Ok…I’m going to stop beating around the bush. I know somethings wrong. The last thing Nina saw was Mr Crowley storming out of your bookshop and you going off with a strange man. There’s a weird girl who thinks she’s a police officer in charge of your shop. Then after a month you turn up here alone. I come and say hello and you looked at me like I’d just murdered your mother. You’re still looking at me like that actually. What’s going on Mr Fell?”

Aziraphale hid his expression behind a sip of tea

“Nothing.”

He lied

“Mr Fell please be honest with me….I…Well Nina and I, we came over to see Mr Crowley after all that weird stuff happened and told him he should talk to you. If you had a fight or something please tell me I’ve been wondering for weeks and I couldn’t help but feel like it might be our fault.”

She gushed

“You what?”

Aziraphale asked, blinking at her

“Oh I feel terrible….we shouldn’t have said anything it was just…we thought all you two needed was to talk and…”

She rambled

“No dear, that’s not what we fought about.”

Aziraphale interrupted, realising his admission to late

“So something did happen?

She cried

“Oh dear…”

Aziraphale said, exasperated. He lent back in his chair and sighed. Maggie shrunk back into the couch.

“I’m sorry Mr Fell, I’m being pushy. It’s not my business. We were just worried we’d done something wrong.”

Maggie explained a little more calmly. Azirpahale considered her for a bit, she was a sweet, genuine soul. She had no idea really, about the magnitude of it all.

“Well, I’ll just say that it wasn’t your or Nina’s fault.”

Aziraphale said simply.

“Ok, thank you…but that still doesn’t make me feel better because you look miserable.”

Maggie said, gesturing vaguely at him

“Thanks.”

Azirpahale replied irritably

“Sorry. I didn’t mean it like that, I mean I can tell you’re upset. Do you want to talk about it?”

She asked. Aziraphale stared down into his tea, he hadn’t said a word to anyone about what happened. He’d kept it firmly locked away somewhere deep in his chest, never daring to let anyone see even a hint of his despair. Not that anyone in Heaven would care, they’d think he was daft for being upset that a demon had left him. Good riddance they’d say, he’ll be burnt up in hellfire after the second coming anyway they’d say. Aziraphale couldn’t in a million years say what he really wanted to.

“I can’t tell anyone.”

He whispered in his teacup, partially to himself. The quiver in his own voice startled him. He’d been holding in these…thoughts for months. They’d appeared seemingly out of nowhere. At first it was just a little soft feeling like birds fluttering in his chest. Then they grew into a yawning ache. Then a desperate desire to say something, and he had been going to. Aziraphale had to admit that he’d been selfish, the ball wasn’t entirely for Maggie and Nina. The Angel had planned it all out, they’d dance, drink and laugh. Then he’d take him out to dinner or breakfast or a midnight breakfast. And he’d tell him. But that entire plan had all come crashing down the second Aziraphale opened his mouth and told Crowley about the Metatrons offer. Ever since, the words he’d been wanting to say had been unceremoniously shoved down and ignored.

Maggie was eyeing him quite intensely now.

“Why not? Can you not talk to your new work colleagues? Friends?”

She suggested

“I can’t I’d…I’d get us both into trouble.”

He explained, placing his teacup carefully up onto his desk. His fingers were shaking a little.

“Well…you can tell me? Nothings going to happen from telling me.”

She reached out and placed a reassuring touch to the angels knee. The so very human attempt at comfort felt like using one of those silly little spray bottles full of water on a house fire. But the gentleness in her voice, the silence in the bookshop and the memories all collided together and Aziraphale could hold it in no longer. They had to come out, these terrible words that had plagued his every waking thought.

“I loved him…”

A quivering sob fell from the angels mouth as he got the last word out. He didn’t even know he could make that kind of noise.

“I know.”

Maggie cooed, placing both hands on his shoulders and squeezing them gently

“I loved him so much…”

The angels lungs heaved with the weight of it all. The locked door in his chest bursting open and releasing a torrent that crashed over him like waves onto the rocky shore. He gasped for air as tears started to pour down his cheeks. Maggie stood up and pulled him into a warm embrace. He cried into her arms, letting the ocean of everything he’d held in smash into his being over and over again until he felt raw and exhausted. Maggie sat on the arm of the chair and held him tightly. She made little noises shushing noises sometimes and rubbed his back soothingly as the flood went on. Aziraphale had never been held like this before. Somehow, he felt her arms would protect him for this time where he was so open and vulnerable. Although he did wish the arms were someone else’s.

The waves calmed after sometime and Maggie let go, returning to the couch. Aziraphale felt extremely embarrassed when he regained his composure.

“Oh dear…I invited you in for tea and now I’m here blubbering like a child.”

He sniffed, producing a napkin from his pocket to dry his eyes.

“Don’t you dare apologise! We’re friends, you forgave me months of rent the least I can do is listen when you’re upset.”

Maggie insisted

“But there’s nothing you can do.”

The angel replied darkly

“Sometimes just talking helps. It’s not healthy keeping these things bottled up.”

Aziraphale thought about this for a bit, there was no harm in confiding in Maggie he thought. And maybe she was right, he might feel better after airing it all out.

“It’s just…I did this all for him, I took this job because I thought we could be together. He was suppose to come with me, I thought it was a perfect opportunity for us. But…well he didn’t agree. Then we had this big fight…now I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again.”

Aziraphale rambled, his eyes automatically wandering out to the spot on the roadside where he’d last seen the Bentley parked with Crowley waiting outside.

“Why didn’t he want to go with you?”

Maggie asked.

“It’s difficult to explain…”

Aziraphale started

“To a human?”

Maggie guessed, Aziraphale nodded

“Well, did you tell him how you felt?”

Maggie asked

“I tried to. I don’t think I did a very good job though…”

He trailed off, Maggie looked thoughtful

“Does he feel the same?”

Aziraphale opened his mouth to speak, and paused, looking down at the patterned carpet

“I don’t know if he’d call it love…he didn’t use as many words.”

Aziraphale mumbled

“But he wanted you to be together, as a couple?”

She asked, Aziraphale nodded

“Well, you still love him…and if you two have known each other as long as you said you have, then he might come back?”

She said reassuringly

“I’m not sure, he’s very angry with me”

Aziraphale said, still staring at the carpet.

“You don’t know that he is still angry. He might just be hurting, like you.”

Maggie offered

“Then why hasn’t he reached out to me? He must know I’m worried!”

Aziraphale cried, his tears threatening to make an appearance again.

“Hurt and angry people don’t usually do rational things.”

Maggie said firmly. Aziraphale was suddenly bombarded with the memory of the kiss. It all started to fall into place in his mind. Perhaps the kiss was Crowleys way of throwing all the chips onto the table in one go. It was, perhaps, an irrational act by someone who didn’t know what else to say. Crowley always was rubbish with words that had anything to do with feelings.

“Perhaps you’re right…but it’s been awful. If he hasn’t come back here then I don’t know where he would’ve gone.”

Aziraphale said

“You’re really that worried about him?”

Maggie asked, Aziraphale nodded

“He seems quite capable of looking after himself. He might he just need some time to cool off and he’ll turn up again. He seems like the hot headed type.”

Maggie suggested, but Aziraphale did not feel much better. Crowley was hot headed, and a little impulsive, any number of things could’ve happened. Crowley could’ve just gone off to Alpha Centuri without him. Or worse, something might’ve happened to him. Heaven and Hell was still no doubt displeased with their meddling. Aziraphale had rejoined the ranks but Crowley was alone down here now, a loose thread in the carefully crafted tapestry of the ineffable plan. Aziraphale shook his head to dislodge the awful thoughts that were attaching themselves to his mind. He couldn’t think like that, Crowley had kept himself alive for almost 6000 years with very little help from Aziraphale. But he’d never been completely cut off from either side alone before. He had nothing except his wiles, his Bentley and his house plants.

Maggie must’ve been reading his stricken expression, because she offered another comforting hand on his wrist this time.

“I’m sure he’s fine Mr Fell. Maybe he’s just taken a trip to clear his head.”

“I hope you’re right dear. Oh…look at that the tea is cold now.”

The angel sighed when he picked up his cup from the desk and took a sip.

“Keep the faith Mr Fell. I don’t know either of you that well, but from what I saw…it looked like you two really had something. I’m sure he wouldn’t just throw that away over one argument.”

Although her reassurances were helping less and less, Aziraphale appreciated them all the same.

“Thank you dear.”

He said, genuinely thankful as he did feel a little lighter.

“Anytime Mr Fell, if you ever need anyone to talk you, you know where I am. Now, I should let you get back to whatever it was you wanted to do before I interrupted you.”

Maggie said, draining her cold tea and standing up.

“Oh I just came back for a few books. Nothing important.”

Aziraphale brushed off, standing as well. They made their way to the door.

“Do let Muriel know if you see him? She will pass it onto me.”

Azirpahale asked. Maggie nodded with a sympathetic smile.

“Oh and Maggie…”

“Yes?”

“You arn’t going to tell anyone are you? About…”

He gestured vaguely, unsure how to describe what just happened. Maggie smiled warmly at him

“Of course not, keep it between us Mr Fell.”

Then she bid him goodbye. Aziraphale took one last look at the empty curb across the street before slowly closing the bookshop door to be alone with the ghosts inside.

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tio-trile · 1 year ago

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i haven't seen s2 though i know it comes up but neil talking about aziraphale being an "ethical" landlord who hires local tradespeople etc etc on his tumblr is soo so weird like just i cannot imagine him letting people in his house like that. his building is definitely not up to code! and apparently crowley's rent in the show was paid by hell and he ends up sleeping in his car!? did he lose all his money on crypto scams or something? it's just so odd

Okay he doesn't rent out a room in his shop or sth, I think he owns the whole building/part of the building because he rent out a shop (that's next to his bookshop) to a woman running a record shop. Which actually raises some questions for me. Like my headcanon from the book is that Heaven and Hell obviously didn't "set them up" with places on Earth because Heaven and Hell have no idea what life on Earth is like, so Aziraphale and Crowley who are more familiar with life on Earth just picked whatever living spaces to their own liking, because money is obviously also not an issue. So it's weird that Crowley's apartment is paid by Hell. Does this mean that Heaven also owns Aziraphale's bookshop, and in addition, the record shop, and whatever other shops Aziraphale is renting out to people. Does he collect rent......for Heaven. Why would Heaven want that money. 😂😂😂 oh well

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ahyesmygoodomenssideblog · 1 year ago

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Goats and forgiveness

Season 2 expands on Aziraphale's thing with forgiveness. It starts off with Aziraphale being a very nice landlord:

M: You can't just forgive me eight months' rent! A: Oh, I can. I'm very good at forgiveness. It's one of my favorite things!

Then it gets brought up again in the Job minisode, under very different circumstances. Here, God made a deal with the devil to test Job's faith. Aziraphale goes along with it up until he knows they're permanently killing 3 children. Gabriel tells him: "What we are doing is simply not stopping hell. What they do is up to them." From there, Aziraphale is able to shift the blame off of God and onto Crawly, and we get this exchange:

A: I get to do what God wants. C: Like killing innocent children to win a bet with Satan? A: I… I don't think that is what God wants. And I don't think you want it either. C: What do you know about what I want? A: I know you. C: You do not know me. A: I know the angel you were. C: The angel you knew is not me. A: Then… Then you tell me that you want to do this. You look me in the eye and tell me. C: I want to. I long to destroy the blameless children of blameless Job, just as I destroyed his blameless goats. A: Then God forgive you.

Aziraphale decides that God doesn't actually want Job's children killed, so he asks God to forgive Crawly for (by all accounts) fulfilling God's will.

This is also the first time (chronologically) that we see Aziraphale reference the angel Crowley used to be. It comes up again in the bandstand fight. Crowley curses God's plan to *checks notes* end the entire world, so Aziraphale says:

A: May you be forgiven. C: Oh I won't be forgiven. Not ever. That's part of a demon's job description. Unforgivable, that's what I am. A: You were an angel once. C: That was a long time ago.

Here, forgiveness is tied directly to Crowley's status as a demon/former angel. The exchange hints at a fundamental difference in their views.

There's a scene that isn't talked about much, but it seems particularly relevant given that s3 is set to be about the Second Coming. Forgiveness does come up in it. When Jesus is getting nailed to the cross, he says:

Father, please, you have to forgive them! They don't know what they are doing!

Jesus' crucifixion is immediately followed by the Rome scene. The Rome scene has a notable distinction in that the title card for it doesn't give a specific year; it's instead defined in relation to the previous scene:

8 years after Jesus died on the cross, Aziraphale greets Crowley like this:

A: Crawly- Crowley? Well, fancy running into you here! Still a demon, then? C: What kind of stupid question is that, "Still a demon"? What else am I going to be, an aardvark?

It's a strange thing to say after knowing Crowley as a demon for ~4000 years, unless Aziraphale believes the Christian tenet that Jesus died to forgive everyone's sins. Crowley doesn't seem to consider this a possibility at all. But if it is true, then all that's preventing everyone from salvation now is simply asking God to forgive them.

Forgiveness is one of Aziraphale's favorite things.

Aziraphale seems to view Crowley as redeemable. He knows on some level that Crowley is a good person who doesn't deserve eternal damnation, but he's unable to reconcile Crowley's fate with his own concept of a kind and loving God. This can really only be resolved if Crowley is either forgiven for his sins or if Crowley is the one who chooses to remain a demon when he could be saved.

Crowley first brings up goats in the Flood scene. They play a bigger role in the Job scene. Crowley brings them up over and over again. The Job episode actually starts off with him talking to the goats directly:

You should know why you're about to die. God has abandoned you. The God who claims to love you, who demands your praise, has given you up to be destroyed.

Fun fact: the term scapegoat originally referred to literal goats. It was standard practice to sacrifice animals to God as atonement for sins. To clarify: slaughtering innocent creatures was a requirement to remain in good standing with God.

(Scapegoats specifically were goats burdened with the sins of the town and then cast off to wander the wilderness alone.)

These harsh methods of atonement became unnecessary under Christianity due to Jesus' crucifixion. Jesus was a scapegoat. He died for our sins and we continue to honor his sacrifice with the symbol of the cross he was executed on.

After Jesus died, forgiveness became easy. God became generally more palatable. Aziraphale loves forgiveness. He's very good at it. He's a kind person.

Thousands of years before Jesus' death, Sitis begged for her children to be spared:

S: But they've done nothing! They're innocent! C: So were the goats.

There are fundamental differences in Aziraphale and Crowley's belief systems. Aziraphale defines right and wrong based on whether an action is in accordance with God's will. Crowley defines right and wrong based on whether an action is right or wrong. He is against innocent people suffering regardless of whether or not it's what God wants. This matters because Crowley and Aziraphale both know firsthand that their God is willing to punish good and innocent people. They were there for the Flood. They were there for Job. They were there for Jesus' crucifixion.

Aziraphale is a bad angel. He has doubts. He tries to protect humans when he can. When push comes to shove, he'll defy God to do it.

But Crowley is a good person. Crowley does good despite being punished for it. He continues to do good despite the risk of further punishment. And when it comes down to it, Crowley was the only person in Heaven and on Earth who would defend even the blameless goats.

Aziraphale forgives Crowley several times in the show, and never for very good reasons. Crowley apologizes to Aziraphale when he wasn't really wrong. Crowley doesn't apologize to God. He never asks God for forgiveness. And by the time they part ways, Crowley rejects Aziraphale's forgiveness, too.

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actual-changeling · 8 months ago

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I do hope you don't take this message the wrong way. Normally I enjoy reading your takes, but this one is not at all supported by the show itself. I'd say the canon actually shows the opposite!

Aziraphale's interactions with Maggie show he does not in any way care more about money than people. If he were an unscrupulous landlord who only cared about money he didn't need, he wouldn't have waived the several months of missed payments. He's clearly more concerned about her well-being than the money she owes him. She's the only tenant we see struggling to pay and he's quick to suggest an alternative she can easily accommodate. Maggie even protests that he can't just take a few records in lieu of several hundred pounds of rent, yet he does just that and the matter is settled. That is not a sign of someone who only cares about money! There is no evidence in the show to indicate he wouldn't do the same for any of his other tenants if they had difficulties paying, which none of them show they do.

But if they owned their properties themselves and had to make whatever payments are required to own such real estate in London to the government instead? I can't imagine how that'd be better than having a landlord who's demonstrated he's more than happy to accommodate someone who can't pay! Aziraphale owns all those properties, so Aziraphale would be the one to make those payments, leaving the shopkeepers to focus only on their business-related payments. I'd say that's much better than worrying about all of it, especially if anyone were struggling as Maggie was! There's no way the government would be as forgiving to her if she'd missed months of payments to them!

Having a good landlord willing to help you out means a whole lot more than owning a property, which can be impossible if you're struggling with your business. Good landlords are rare (and not a contradiction in terms) but they do exist and Aziraphale is shown to be one. Happily accommodating someone who is clearly very upset over the money she owes is the sign of a kind and compassionate person, not someone who cares for money over people.

Aziraphale's interactions with Maggie show he does not in any way care more about money than people.

No, it shows that he cares more about himself than anyone else. Aziraphale wants his records in this scene, and Maggie's distress is an annoying hindrance, so he just waves away her concerns, takes his record, and leaves. It was never about Maggie or money or helping her. There is no sympathy extended, no comfort offered, no actual understanding of WHY she is so upset.

Aziraphale hears rent and goes "oh my fault for not collecting—no money? ok don't care didn't ask now give me my fucking records and I will leave."

It is supposed to show that his idea of "forgiveness" is deeply flawed and not about showing compassion or sympathizing with someone but a purely selfish act. It's foreshadowing the final fifteen, nothing else.

Aziraphale could as be a "landlord" and not ask for any money, which would be—according to you—the best way of doing it, but he IS asking for money and he DOES collect rent unless he forgets about it. Sure, it's better than someone who wants rent every single month on the dot, but he still wants rent, no ifs and buts about it.

The whole POINT of the show is that Aziraphale is not kind or compassionate unless he feels like it or it is self-serving. The whole POINT is that he's a selfish angel, and the fact that so many people are forgetting about how he actually behaves (especially in season 1) is concerning and disappointing (though not surprising).

The point is that Crowley is kinder than he should be and Aziraphale is less kind and more selfish than he should be. Neither of them is what they're supposed to be, did everyone somehow forget what this story is about????? Like damn, y'all, maybe a season 1 rewatch is a good idea if that's the case.

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rosamayarts · 1 year ago

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Aziraphale said ‘nothing lasts forever’ but he finds such comfort in the familiar, and that makes this statement so heartbreaking. We see Crowley’s style change a lot over the centuries, but Aziraphale’s remains very similar over the years. He has had the same coat for so long. He became a landlord just so that his favourite shops never go out of business, and doesn’t even collect rent from them. He refuses to sell his books. He has lived in the bookshop for at least 200 years. “You can’t leave this bookshop.” “Oh, Crowley. Nothing lasts forever.” He believes so much in the ‘greater good’ that he is willing to sacrifice his own happiness. He still wants Crowley to be with him. But Aziraphale has only known Heaven as being Good and All Powerful, he doesn’t see any kind of alternative. He finds comfort in the familiar, which means that he is terrified of the unknown. He can’t picture a world in which he has cast heaven out completely. Pre-season 1, being able to work with Crowley in Heaven would have been a dream come true. I think that now, he knows deep down that this isn’t what Crowley would want, but that thought terrifies him. It’s too big of a change. And his philosophy is still very much ‘The Greater Good is more important than my happiness.’ And he believes that if he is in charge, he can make Heaven better. Choosing to do anything else would, in Aziraphale’s eyes, be selfish and Bad. But he still makes the decision to ask Crowley to come with him. Crowley understandably interprets his offer as ‘I see you as Bad, but here is an opportunity to be on the Good side.’ But I don’t think that’s how Aziraphale sees it at all, not deep down anyway. I think that this is, in Aziraphale’s eyes, the *only* way that he can do what is best for the Greater Good whilst still, in his eyes, selfishly keeping Crowley in his life. What Crowley is offering isn’t as certain, it’s unknown and therefore unthinkably terrifying for Aziraphale, someone who finds comfort in the familiar. We are going to see so much amazing character development from Aziraphale when this story continues, and he unlearns all of this stuff, and it’s gonna be beautiful.

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bittersweetyrn · 1 year ago

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fun reactions my mom had to good omens 2

we watched the first season together back in november when i wrote a big communications paper on it, so i had to remind her of stuff. I tried to make these as close to verbatim as possible bc she is very silly and forgetful too <3

spoilers ahoy under the cut!

"That's entirely my fault for not collecting the rent!" mom: gonna tell our landlord about this

Gabriel is naked in the streets mom: is he naked?

mom: literally gets jump scared by Crowley's scream of Gabriel

"I thought I'd put the books in alphabetical order...what's author?" mom: oh no "I was shelving the books by the first letter of the first sentence." mom: OH NO

mom: why do these crows sound all fucked up? mom: ohhhh....haha

"Was Eve a baby?" "No, they can arrive at any size." mom: *literally losing her mind laughing*

"You have my word as an angel." mom: *gasp* and he wasn't struck down???? oooooooh.... mom: wait were job's children really killed in the Bible???

"You said it wasn't lonely." "I'm a demon..." mom: ....I lied. *looks at me like this* 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"I always say the best part of a cupperty is looking at it." mom: awww, a nice angel!! they're cute

Aziraphale's custom job of the Bentley mom: cute, it changes depending on who's driving it :3

Sean Biggerstaff: appears mom, nearly yelling: who is that!!!! who is he!!! I know him!!! what's he on!!!!

discussion of selling bodies for anatomy lessons mom: oh yeah this was an episode of Sawbones

Crowley makes a big hole mom: oh my god he just sent them to hell?????

Elspeth pours a glass of laudanum mom: she's gonna kill Aziraphale

crowley loopy off poison mom: he reminds me of Jim Carrey

"I mostly use it for Twitter. And Grindr." mom: what's Grindr? me: I literally can't do this right now

"You know I can't cross the threshold." mom: what is happening, vampires now??

mom: (about Furfur) that's the Neo of Sporin guy

nazi-zombie burps out the drunk guy's song mom: just like iZombie...

"Oh, well! Sometimes you meet a stubborn turnip." mom: he is so embarrassing

the entire bullet catch scene mom: I'm chewing all my cuticles off im so nervous

Furfur gives Crowley the evidence packet mom: ooh I bet the picture isn't even gonna show up, that'll save them. somehow.....oh. never mind.

Nina walks into the bookshop for the ball mom: what has he done to everyone??? wow, aziraphale doesn't know anything, huh mom: also Jim looks like he's wearing the suit from Dumb and Dumber

mom: *cracks up at every instance of the Jim/James/Gabriel goof*

"You are unloved and unlovable." mom: jesus that's pretty harsh

"You wanna come in here and say that to my face?" mom: HONEY NO

Heaven's security footage of Gabriel as he leaves mom: okay, hohoho, now all the pieces are coming together.

fly climbs into Jim's eye mom: aueghhgheohh??

"No need to ever meet again, is there?" "None whatsoever." mom: pfft, they're in love

"No one's ever given me anything before." mom: now I'm sad :(

Metatron buying coffee mom: who's that? is he important? me: you saw him like 15 minutes ago. earlier in the episode mom: really? when?

metatron scowls at crowley mom: whoa why'd he scuzz him so hard?

The Argument mom: MY CUTICLES!! *keeps looking over at me nervously*

"I forgive you." mom: oh no he didn't

mom: is there gonna be another season?

me: if people watch it enough, but it's also up to amazon

mom: we should write a letter to amazon

#good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens 2 spoilers #good omens #“the angels not recognizing the metatron is a plothole”#me: actually my mom didn't recognize him in the literal same episode he appeared in soooo #writing a letter to amazon is such a gen-x thing lol #this was very fun watching with her #of course I will keep rewatching it/having it play in the background at all hours of the day #but my mom doesn't have to know how mentally ill I am #text #long post

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✧ Pairing: Aziraphale x Crowley

✧ Word Count: 4,781

✧ Summary: Aziraphale and Crowley enjoy a nice day out of town. Crowley has never told Aziraphale that he cannot see the stars. Eventually all of this leads to sex somehow.

✧ Warnings/Tags: third POV, Crowley snake eyes theory, minor emotional angst, fluff, eventual smut, Crowley has a vulva, Aziraphale has a penis, softdom Aziraphale, oral (m receiving), praise kink, p in v sex, fingering, orgasm (f and m), queer sex, foreplay, beta read, lmk if I missed any!!!!

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It was a nice day. Crowley hated those. Well, not really- he hated them in the same way that landlords hated affordable housing. A habit created by the profession, a habit that sticks with you long after you’ve resigned. A habit that you can’t quite shake.

No, good days weren’t all that bad, really. After all, they were a perfect excuse to spend time with Aziraphale. Though Crowley again noted that he didn’t much need excuses anymore. Another habit he couldn’t quite shake.

Aziraphale had called that morning and proposed that the two partake in a road trip to somewhere a town or two over, and who would Crowley be to refuse such an offer? He adored driving his angel around in the Bentley.

They had set off at around 10 and had arrived in a quaint little town around noon. They had lunch in some small local cafe and Crowley had indulged in an extra, extra, extra, extra, extra long black coffee while Aziraphale had tried an assortment of the establishment’s homemade pastries and cakes.

Crowley didn’t care much for eating but couldn’t help himself from trying a nibble here or there at Aziraphale’s earnest request. He simply couldn’t find it in him to refuse the angel, and the bright smile he always received for gingerly consuming a morsel of whatever Aziraphale had offered made it all seem worth it in the end.

They had spent the rest of the day mostly walking hand in hand through the streets, Aziraphale occasionally dragging them into lame little knickknack stores or local grocers. Now they were meandering around a small park together, Crowley listening intently as Aziraphale chattered away about some book he’d been reading.

Crowley glanced at his watch when a moment of quiet passed over them. “We’d better be on our way, soon.” He pointed out. “Getting late.”

Aziraphale seemed to become nervous for a moment. “Oh, is it? I hadn’t even noticed. I suppose we should.”

They continued on their lap around the park until the Bentley came into view, pulled up in front of a very obnoxious-looking “NO PARKING” sign.

Aziraphale pulled ahead suddenly and moved to stand in front of Crowley, their hands still linked.

“…Yes, angel? What is it?” Crowley asked suspiciously after a moment.

“I was just wondering,” Aziraphale began, trying- and failing miserably- not to fidget with Crowley’s hand. “You drive the Bentley an awful lot.”

“Yes. It is my car, funnily enough.”

“Well, I have driven it once, so doesn’t that technically make it our car?” Aziraphale argued.

“I don’t like where this is going,” Crowley grumbled.

“Come now, Crowley. Always so dramatic,” Aziraphale teased. “Won’t you let me drive the Bentley home just this once? Please? You’ll be right there to monitor my speed, and there’ll be no funny business on my end, I can assure you. I know you take driving the Bentley very seriously.”

Crowley couldn’t half tell if Aziraphale was mocking him or not.

“Ffff… ffffffine,” Crowley all but spat out through gritted teeth. “But you will not make her yellow,” he said firmly.

“Of course not,” Aziraphale agreed, bringing their entwined hands up so that he could place a delicate kiss on Crowley’s knuckles. The demon couldn’t stay mad at him no matter how hard he tried, using his free hand to push his glasses farther onto his face.

Before Aziraphale could point out the sudden redness in his complexion Crowley moved to open the driver's side door for him.

“Come on, then. Let’s get this over with,” he said.

“Thank you, dear,” Aziraphale replied warmly, climbing into the car before Crowley closed the door behind him again.

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It had taken barely ten minutes before Aziraphale took a turn that Crowley wasn’t anticipating, throwing the demon for a loop.

“Uh. Angel. You do know that we didn’t take this turn on the way out here, don’t you?” Crowley had sat up noticeably straighter.

“Yes, Crowley, I am aware,” Aziraphale responded carefully, continuing down an unpaved country road.

“There’s a sign right there that says ‘private property’. Can you see it?” Crowley pointed to somewhere ahead of them from behind the windshield.

“Yes, dear, I can see it. Rest assured this property has been abandoned for many years- I doubt it is even owned. Though, I find your comment amusing. You’ve never been one to obey the rules, hmm?” Aziraphale gave his demon a sly smile.

“Yes. Sure. I’ll give you that one, but it doesn’t make me any less worried about where you’re taking us.” Crowley had begun to tap his finger nervously on the dashboard. He didn’t like changes in plans very much.

They had begun approaching the end of the lane and a chained-closed gate was in sight. There was another one of those “PRIVATE PROPERTY” signs attached to the front of it.

Aziraphale waved his his hand rather quickly and suddenly the chains fell to the ground, the gate beginning to push itself open through the overgrown greenery.

“Don’t worry, dear, I won’t get a scratch on the Bentley,” Aziraphale seemed to voice Crowley’s concerns, patting the steering wheel affirmingly.

They drove through the gate and continued until there was no longer a road to drive on, ending up atop a grassy hill that was gentle enough of an incline that Aziraphale could get the car to the top. When they stopped and Aziraphale put the car into park, Crowley looked at his watch again.

“Angel, I don’t know what you’re planning, but if we don’t leave soon we’ll be driving home in the dark. I know you don’t like it very much when we drive at night.” Crowley looked up to see that Aziraphale was fiddling anxiously with his hands.

“I know, dear. I do appreciate your concern, though.” Aziraphale smiled brightly and leaned over to Crowley, putting a hand on one side of the demon’s face as he leaned in to give his beloved a peck on the lips.

When he pulled away Aziraphale noticed that Crowley seemed flustered again. He suppressed a chuckle.

“Stay here a moment, will you? And please close your eyes.”

“Ngk,” Crowley complained, though was too dazed to argue further as he obliged his angel and closed his eyes.

“And no peeking!” Aziraphale added, and Crowley heard as he exited the car and his footsteps began to trail away.

Some amount of time had passed before Crowley was jolted awake by the passenger side door opening. He caught himself before he could fall out of the car, thankfully.

“Darling, were you asleep?” Aziraphale asked. “I wasn’t gone more than five minutes.”

“Nonsense,” Crowley snapped. “Just caught me off guard, is all.”

Aziraphale tried to hide a playful smile behind his next words. “Well, come on, then.”

Crowley stepped out of the car finally and closed the door behind him, taking a moment to stretch his stiff limbs in the dusk air.

“Right, then, what is it you wanted us out here for, angel-?” Crowley stopped short once he’d laid eyes on what was ahead of him.

Aziraphale was standing beside a large picnic blanket that had been set out- tartan, of course- with a picnic basket and a couple of wine glasses laid out by battery-powered candlelight.

“Oh.”

“Is it too much?” Aziraphale had begun to fret. “I can miracle it away if you’d like,” he added quickly.

Crowley stood still for a moment, stunned.

“Oh, you don’t like it, do you? I’m terribly sorry, my dear. I just thought that it was such a nice day and it was supposed to be a clear night as well, I imagined that maybe we could do some stargazing and look for those odd star patterns that the humans had made up- oh, what are they called?” Aziraphale had started muttering to himself in a tizzy.

“Constellations,” Crowley added suddenly, causing Aziraphale to fall silent.

Aziraphale walked tentatively closer to the demon. “Yes, well, I know how much you love your stars… and I know they are often obscured by the city smog and light pollution, so I thought that… maybe… you would have liked to come out here to see them. With me.”

He reached out to take Crowley’s hands.

“But if you’d rather we go home then I do not mind.” He smiled softly, almost apologetically, and Crowley faltered for a moment.

Crowley glanced up at the night sky. It was dark. Like it always was. Dark and empty. Save for the moon, ever-present and mocking him with every night that passed.

He looked back down to Aziraphale, meeting his gaze. How could he tell him without breaking his heart? Crowley knew that his angel would feel terribly bad. Not just about the botched date idea. About how Crowley had been denied the beauty of the stars he had created. All these years and Aziraphale had never known.

At least he would understand why Crowley didn’t often like talking about the night sky.

“I- No, angel. S’great. Lovely. Looks very lovely. Thank you for this.” Crowley moved to place a kiss on Aziraphale’s forehead.

He didn’t want to ruin the moment now.

Crowley led Aziraphale over to the blanket and they both sat down, the demon moving to pour them both some wine.

“How long have you been cooking this one up for, then?” Crowley asked, gesturing around them.

“Well, it has been on my mind for a while, now…” Aziraphale took the glass offered to him and gingerly took a sip from it. “And there’s been a bout of good weather lately, so I started planning this at the back of my mind. Scouting for places we could stargaze from, not too far from a quaint town where we could spend a lovely day out. And not to toot my own horn, but I do believe that everything turned out quite nicely.”

Crowley couldn’t agree more. It had turned out quite nicely, perfect, even. He suppressed a sigh as he spared another glance above, seeming frustrated.

“I’m sure you’d be able to see an awful lot more if you took your glasses off, dear.” Aziraphale pointed out suddenly. Crowley realised he had been more or less scowling at the sky and turned quickly to take a large gulp of his wine.

“Come here, darling,” Aziraphale said softly, and Crowley slowly turned to look at him. The angel reached up to grab the temples of his glasses, pausing for a moment, before Crowley bowed his head slightly in compliance.

Aziraphale delicately removed his glasses to reveal that Crowley’s eyes were brimming with tears. Crowley glanced at the sky again. Empty. Dark. The same as it had always been for the past 6000 years.

“Crowley,” Aziraphale began, the demon dragging his eyes back down to look at him. Aziraphale’s voice was frail and worried. “What’s wrong, my love?”

They sat in silence for a moment as Crowley thought, his head held gently in Aziraphale’s warm hands.

“I… I can’t see them.”

Aziraphale was quiet.

“The stars, I mean,” Crowley clarified. “I can’t see them.”

“Really?” Aziraphale’s voice was small and somewhat apologetic and Crowley felt his heart clench. What a perfect way to derail a date- make your boyfriend feel guilty about something nice he tried to do for you. Not a regrettable decision whatsoever. Nice one, Crowley.

“Yeah. S’my eyes. After I fell, she-” Crowley stammered for a moment before swallowing the lump in his throat. “Heaven took my eyes. Changed them to these odd snakey ones.”

There was a small pause as Aziraphale scrambled for something to say. Crowley thought of something first.

“Did you know that snakes can’t see the stars? Their eyes are better suited to the dark but they can’t focus on small details very well. Guess that includes stars.” Crowley laughed dryly, a tear spilling down his cheek.

Aziraphale wiped the tear away with his thumb. “Oh, my dear, I’m so- I’m so sorry. That’s horrible. And especially after you… and all this time… oh, dear boy…”

“S’okay. Not your fault, Angel. You weren’t to know.” Crowley felt bad for dumping this onto his angel so suddenly.

“Why didn’t you tell me sooner, dear?”

“Dunno. Didn’t want to think about it, s’pose. Makes me sad sometimes.” Crowley chuckled again and moved to put his hands on top of Aziraphale’s.

“S’not all bad, though.” Crowley sniffed, trying to recompose himself. “I can still see one star. The most important one, if you ask me.“

“Oh, really?” Aziraphale perked up, turning to look back up at the sky expectantly. “Which one?”

“You,” Crowley replied breathlessly. Aziraphale faltered as he processed what his demon had said.

“Oh! Well… thank you very much, my dear,” Aziraphale replied meekly, pulling his hands away and turning to hide his flushed face. “Though I’m sure I couldn’t be nearly as bright as the stars you’ve created.”

“S’true. Dwarf my stars in comparison, you do.”

“Oh, how you charm me, my beloved serpent,” Aziraphale replied warmly.

“Look at me, angel,” Crowley cooed. He grabbed Aziraphale’s face gently with one hand and turned him.

Aziraphale’s eyes shone brightly in the moonlight, his face flustered with adoration.

“There’s my star,” Crowley purred delightfully. He leaned over until he was on top of Aziraphale, the angel holding himself up on his elbows by this point.

“Crowley,” he chided, though made no attempts to stop the demon as he leaned down to place a delicate kiss on his lips.

“What’s wrong, angel?” Crowley said, pulling away and moving to straddle Aziraphale’s hips. “I mean, I can stop if you want me to…” he teased, though Aziraphale knew that Crowley was absolutely serious.

“Well, I never said that…” The angel replied sheepishly. He leaned upwards to kiss his partner again and Crowley deepened the kiss ever so slightly.

“That’s my angel,” Crowley murmured against Aziraphale’s lips. He tangled the fingers of one hand into white curls while his other hand began trying to pull off the angel’s coat.

“We should really find somewhere more private,” Aziraphale crooned, gasping slightly as they parted.

Crowley chased after his lips, his next words dripping with longing and that of someone whose mind was clouded with need. “Sure. Yeah. ‘Course. S’whatever you want, angel,” he said breathlessly.

They met each other again in the middle and Crowley used his free hand to snap his fingers, and at once they were on the large bed in Crowley’s apartment. Aziraphale trusted Crowley to take care of what they’d left behind on the hill.

Crowley shouldered off his jacket and Aziraphale sat up to do the same, though while the angel miracled his waistcoat and outerwear into a neatly folded pile on the nightstand, the demon threw his haphazardly across the room. Their shoes quickly followed in similar manners before they both returned to the bed, kneeling in front of one another.

Crowley began to unbutton his shirt and found himself with his lips on Aziraphale’s again. Aziraphale had moved forward and pressed a thigh between Crowley’s legs, causing the demon to let out a loud and involuntary moan which he was bound to deny in later discussions.

Aziraphale grabbed Crowley’s waist with both hands and the latter began to loosen the angel’s bow tie. Then suddenly Aziraphale’s mouth was on Crowley’s exposed neck, kissing trails up and down his jawline and back and forth along his collarbone.

“Ngk, angel,” Crowley moaned again, faltering for a moment before he finally finished unbuttoning Aziraphale’s shirt.

“What is it, my dear?” Aziraphale asked, sucking lightly at a particularly sensitive spot on Crowley’s neck.

“Ngh,” Crowley replied.

“Come, now, use your words for me, lovely.” Aziraphale pressed his thigh further between Crowley’s legs and felt him begin to grind softly against it. “Now, one more time for me, dear. What do you need?”

“Y-You,” Crowley eventually moaned out. “You, in me.”

“Now that’s a tad crude, don’t you think?” Aziraphale teased, but Crowley didn’t much care. Instead, he responded with another strangled sound that seemed just as eager to escape his throat as all the rest before it.

Crowley’s hands had found their way back to Aziraphale’s hair and the angel delicately began to trace his fingers along the waistband of Crowley’s pants. His hands eventually met at Crowley’s belt buckle and made quick work of unfastening it before moving to unbutton his pants next.

Crowley groaned into Aziraphale’s hair and gripped his shoulders. He opened his mouth to say something but all thoughts were lost the moment that Aziraphale slipped his hand down the front of what remained of Crowley’s pants, delicately pressing a finger to his slicked pussy.

“A-Angel,” Crowley moaned out, stopping himself from rolling his hips into Aziraphale’s hand.

“So wet for me, hmm?” Aziraphale murmured into his ear. It was all Crowley could do to nod absently in agreement.

“So needy, aren’t we? So needy for me, Crowley.” Aziraphale moved his hand so that his finger could begin stroking lengths against Crowley’s vulva.

“B-Been thinking about you all day, angel,” Crowley admitted, eyes fluttering for a moment at the sudden stimulation. “Like this, with me,” he groaned out.

“Is that so?” Aziraphale teased, his voice low and smooth. “You’ve always had such an active imagination. Would you care to reenact some of your devilish thoughts with me?”

Much to both of their surprise, Crowley had managed to overcome his arousal enough to softly push Aziraphale off of him and back against the headboard. He caged the angel in with his arms.

“Angel, I’ll do whatever you desire of me,” Crowley muttered, his eyes half-lidded and eager.

Without waiting for a response he leant down to kiss Aziraphale’s forehead, then his flushed cheeks, his neck, and his exposed chest; slowly moving farther and farther down with every peck from his lips.

Eventually Crowley reached Aziraphale’s lower stomach and continued to kiss until he was met with the fabric of the angel’s pants, trailing along his clothed thighs and sending a pleasant shiver down Aziraphale’s spine.

Crowley looked up from between Aziraphale’s knees, making careful eye contact with the angel as he moved to place an especially soft kiss to the prominent bulge that was forming between his legs.

Aziraphale buried his face into the crook of his arm and suppressed a whimper as Crowley began to prod the fabric of his crotch with a serpentine tongue.

Crowley was always like this. He liked to be in total control whenever Aziraphale gave up even the slightest hint of dominance. Not that Aziraphale minded all that much.

Crowley’s fingers snaked up to unbutton the angel’s pants and wasted no time in removing the remaining layers that Aziraphale was wearing, turning back to his erect cock with a certain amount of pride.

“Mm, I’ve been anticipating dessert all day,” Crowley drawled, leaning forward to kiss the weeping head of Aziraphale’s penis. He began stroking the length of it, slowly, deliberately, trying to drive his angel to the brink of insanity.

“C-Crowley, please,” Aziraphale moaned out suddenly, and that was all the demon needed.

Not even a moment later Crowley had buried Aziraphale’s entire length deep into his throat, as far as he could physically take it, leaving it there for a moment as Aziraphale gasped and groaned fervently at the feeling of Crowley’s warm, wet mouth encapsulating his cock.

Crowley hummed his approval when Aziraphale reached to grasp fistfuls of his red hair, feeling the angel’s cock twitch against his tongue from the vibrations his voice had caused.

Then without warning Crowley began bobbing his head at a steady pace, listening intently as Aziraphale moaned out his name again and again.

“S-So perfect, my dear, always so perfect,” Aziraphale managed to murmur, gazing down at his demon with adoration.

Crowley, upon realising he was being carefully observed, hollowed his cheeks and used one hand to stroke the remaining length of Aziraphale’s cock, already slicked with drool.

“C-Crowley,” came Aziraphale’s broken voice, his head turning away slightly.

Crowley hummed again in response, feeling his lover twitch below him at the action.

“Crowley, I’m…” Aziraphale cut himself off with another moan, but the demon already knew what he was meaning.

Aziraphale’s grip on Crowley’s hair grew more earnest as his whole body began to tense, the demon not letting up his furious pace for even a moment. Suddenly Aziraphale cried out in a mixture of a muffled scream and a moan and Crowley felt hot strings of come hit the back of his throat, gulping down every last drop ardently.

Aziraphale was left panting and gasping a few moments later as he came down from his high, the demon slowly beginning to remove himself. Crowley sat up and gazed at his angel with a satisfied look on his face, using the back of his hand to wipe his mouth clean.

“Such a good demon for me, Crowley. Always so well-behaved,” Aziraphale murmured lovingly after he’d recovered. “Though I must say, I much prefer it when you end up a mess.” He put a hand on Crowley’s chest and pushed the demon back until they had essentially swapped positions, Crowley now lying flat on the bed while Aziraphale hovered over him.

“Now, what may I do to return the favour?” Aziraphale added sensually.

“Well,” Crowley’s throat bobbed for a moment. “If you must know… I’d rather like if you would just get on with it and shag me already,” he replied cheekily.

“What, and skip all of the fun?” Aziraphale complained lightheartedly.

Crowley hummed. “Thought you already had plenty of fun,” he joked. Aziraphale blushed a little harder.

“Well, my dear, for your information, I’ve barely gotten started,” the angel said, leaning down to kiss Crowley’s chest. “Quite peckish myself, actually.”

He looked up at Crowley through his eyelashes and the demon felt his breath hitch.

“Ngh,” Crowley said.

Aziraphale tugged at Crowley’s pants, which were still in the act of being worn (more or less).

“Though I’m afraid that either way I’ll have to remove these,” Aziraphale said, and Crowley spared no time in kicking them off and tossing them to the floor.

“Much better,” the angel thanked him, beginning to trail his hands over Crowley’s bare body.

“Mm,” Aziraphale hummed after a moment of thought. “I need to return the favour, I think. Just fucking you isn’t enough.”

Crowley felt his pussy throb at even just hearing Aziraphale mention sexual intercourse. He wanted him so badly. In every way, all at once. Though he knew that was quite impossible.

“Ngk,” Crowley said again, though this time it was a much more choked sound. Aziraphale smiled at this.

“Surely you’d spare me a moment, my love? Sometimes I drive myself mad simply thinking about the way you taste, how you feel against my tongue. So delightfully tempting and incomparable to anything else I’ve ever known.” Aziraphale slowly began trailing his hands down Crowley’s body until he could grab him by the hips again, rubbing small circles with his thumbs.

“You’ve been so good for me, darling.” Aziraphale moved one hand to start stroking Crowley’s clit, the demon arching his back suddenly at the unannounced stimulation. “Allow me to return the favour, won’t you?”

“N-Ngk,” Crowley moaned out, trying to settle himself. His freshly recollected thoughts were scattered again when he felt Aziraphale slip two fingers into his aching vagina.

“Just like that. So lovely for me, Crowley. So well-behaved. So many lovely sounds falling from your tongue. Say my name, won’t you?” Aziraphale was cooing from above the demon.

“N-Ngh, A-Aziraphale,” Crowley managed to squeak out, earning more approval.

“Well done, Crowley. So obedient, hmm? So obedient for me. I love making you feel good, my beloved. It’s always such a treat, seeing you like this.” Aziraphale continued spilling praises to Crowley, working him up more and more with each word.

“P-Please,” Crowley whined. “Fuck me, Aziraphale. Please.”

Aziraphale seemed as though he were considering the request- not that Crowley was aware enough to observe this fact.

“Hmm… Well, I suppose so. I’ll just have to treat you on another occasion, then,” he concluded fondly.

Crowley felt an abrupt absence as Aziraphale removed himself, about to complain when suddenly he felt himself being lifted amid the haze in his brain.

“Is this okay?” Came Aziraphale’s voice, and Crowley opened his eyes to see that he was now kneeling over the angel, one leg on either side of his hips.

“Yeah,” Crowley replied affectionately. “Perfect.”

He wrapped his arms around Aziraphale’s shoulders and they both guided Crowley up and then gently back down onto Aziraphale’s waiting cock. Both parties took a moment to adjust, letting out their respective gasps and moans, before Crowley looked back up to focus on his lover.

“You ready?” He asked, and Aziraphale nodded.

“Whenever you are, darling.”

Crowley set a slow pace at first and Aziraphale let him have total control over that aspect of the situation. Aziraphale had also resumed his steady grip on the demon’s hips, aiding him slightly where necessary.

There were barely any words from Crowley past that point, replaced instead by a cascade of whimpers and moans and gasps.

“You’re doing so well, love- perfect, just like that. You’re doing so well for me, Crowley,” Aziraphale murmured warmly between huffs. “Oh, you feel so lovely, my dear. So perfect, hmm? Never was there another creation of god so perfect as you.”

Crowley buried his face into the crook of Aziraphale’s neck, struggling to form coherent thoughts as he quickened the pace until it was steady and fast. He snaked his hands back up to the angel’s head and tangled his fingers into the fluffy white hair there.

“Ngk,” Crowley whimpered as he continued to bounce up and down on Aziraphale’s lap. Suddenly he began to roll his hips with each thrust and they both let out graphic moans.

“A-Angel,” Crowley gasped. “Ah- m’gonna…!”

“Me too, love,” Aziraphale replied, breathless. He dug his fingers into Crowley’s hips and the demon let out another loud moan, coming undone at the action.

Aziraphale felt Crowley tighten around him and came a moment after, the both of them crying out in ecstasy as their bodies gradually stilled from the overstimulation.

Crowley all but collapsed against the angel and Aziraphale let out a breathy chuckle, the both of them exhausted.

“You did so well for me, hmm?” Aziraphale said softly, pulling Crowley back so he could look at him. “So pretty and loud for me, darling. Are you alright?”

“Mrrrnng,” Crowley replied, eyes closed as he leaned into Aziraphale’s touch. Aziraphale laughed again and let Crowley fall back against his chest.

“We need to get up, dear,” Aziraphale reminded him after a few moments.

“Hng.” Crowley said.

“I need to clean you up, hmm?” Aziraphale pointed out.

“Hrrfk.” Crowley said. He opened his eyes slowly. “Thought you preferred it when I ended up a mess,” he added sleepily. He couldn’t see it from where he was, but Aziraphale had begun to blush again.

“Do you mind if I move you?” Aziraphale asked, avoiding the question.

“Ngh,” Crowley said. (“No, I don’t mind.”)

Aziraphale gently lifted Crowley off of himself and guided the demon to lie down on the bed.

Crowley dozed off for a moment and when he woke up again he realised that Aziraphale had cleaned the both of them up (probably using a miracle, he’d thought) and was lying beside him now.

“Everything alright, dear?” Aziraphale asked, reaching out a hand to cup Crowley’s face.

“S’Perfect,” Crowley murmured, leaning into his touch. “S’Always perfect with you, angel. My star.”

“Well I’m glad to hear it,” Aziraphale replied brightly, moving to kiss Crowley’s forehead. “But please know that I am sorry about earlier…”

Crowley thought that Aziraphale was the only person on the planet who could manage to fret over something so unrelated during sex.

“I wish I had known, though I do understand why you did not tell me,” he continued.

“M’sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” Crowley said, moving closer to Aziraphale so he could bury his face against the angel’s chest.

“Not at all, my love,” Aziraphale reassured him, running his fingers soothingly through Crowley’s unkempt hair. “I’m sorry for the distress I caused you tonight.”

“I wasn’t upset with you, angel,” Crowley clarified. “Was just upset that I couldn’t enjoy the date you’d planned. I really did like it, though.”

Crowley tilted his head so he could kiss Aziraphale on the cheek.

“That does put my mind at ease,” Aziraphale chuckled.

“I love you so much, Aziraphale,” Crowley said suddenly, squeezing his angel in an embrace.

“I love you too, Crowley.” Aziraphale wrapped his arms around his demon.

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whoslaurapalmer · 1 year ago

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gomens!!!! season 2!!!!!!!!!!! a collection of thoughts

-first of all. mother of goddamn fucking mercy, david tennant -his FACE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -he was out there putting his whole entire BEING in this role and good for him!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! holy shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! goddamn

-related i loved crowley getting angry in ep1, that was gorgeous

-aziraphale the. landlord. LANDLORD??? -would aziraphale have charged rent in the first place? -he has no need for money vs keeping up human appearances vs he's petty but not like. landlord petty -show!aziraphale, though..........................

-idk. hold on i'm gonna say this now -i feel weird saying........'i might not have agreed with this choice' like especially weird here about this particular show because. -can i say i didn't dig a particular choice made by the man who co-wrote the book and co-wrote the episodes based on the book he co-wrote -like, i think that's just, entitled of me? or something like that. -but also. am allowed to disagree with neilman.

-like. the opening scene was Interesting (-also goodness is crowley not just the doctor in that scene. like damn. where's that post from a couple years back that was like 'david tennant knows his niche of playing near immortal beings with an attachment to a sentient vehicle, and can't drive' or whatever -anyway crowley really is just the doctor, living under different circumstances) -clearly there was time before eden, like, that's been very firmly established in all canons, otherwise when would crowley have fallen -i just didn't particularly. care to see it? -i think, crowley and aziraphale meeting in eden in particular, under those specific circumstances, under that discussion of ineffability vs free will, who did "Right" and who did "Wrong", was important, and -i felt like that was just being rehashed, here -and sometimes that vibe is important to continue -- do i think it was adequately addressed in all ways in s1? -- but sometimes i thought we were just doing the same sort of vibe over and over. and i wasn't sure if i liked it or not, if i thought it was narratively important or not -but!!!! the opening scene in ep 1 also matters a great deal for how ep 6 turned out.

-and there's also..............book!aziraphale+crowley and show!aziraphale+crowley are operating at VERY different spots on a character arc, this has been discussed before, even by neilman i think, and the tone of the show and what the scenes discuss are going to alter based on that

-like. there's stuff i disagreed with or just plain didn't LIKE in the first couple episodes -- then between watching 2 and 3 i accidentally saw spoilers for episode 6 -- and i was like, oh no, i don't like that. what the actual fuck, i hate it. that makes no sense. -- but then i got to ep 6 (and i had read a few meta posts in the meantime bc they kept coming up on a doctor who blog i check regularly) and i was like. it's. fine? it worked out better than i thought it would, actually. -so going through my original notes while i was watching to type them up is like. well i didn't like that. but i see why it was important.

-so now i'm like. well that initial ??? feeling went.......nowhere? cause i guess it's..............fine? hmm. and now i do not know how i feel about it as a whole. idk.

-like!!! i really didn't care for the extra backstory. like i just. i just didn't particularly care one way or the other about watching those scenes, they were just, meh to me, really. and i still feel meh about them, even in saying, yeah i guess that mattered to where they wind up -idk!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! just. idk.

-ANYWAY!!!!

-you know miranda richardson was a choice, not complaining it's just very funny??? that she was madam tracy and now she's shax

-OH SHIT AND NINA WAS SISTER MARY LAST SEASON?????????

-okay but this is TERRIBLY funny, aziraphale just going 'we just gotta make them fall in love!' y'all. aziraphale. do you hear yourself.

-every day has really grown on me, hearing it so many times. find myself just casually humming it. although it's one of those songs that my brain insists on crossing with another song it thinks sounds similar, which happens a lot, so i also kept imagining it as, accidentally in love during the first few episodes.

-me, thursday night, after watching 1+2: did they just donna noble gabriel me, typing up my notes right now after watching it all: .............you know what, you could kinda say they did, in a way

-i have. little to absolute zero knowledge of any religious canon. quite frankly. but i do idly wonder about, the, actions and thoughts of god vs the actions and thoughts of the angels -oh especially with metatron!!!! if the metatron is supposed to be 'the voice of god' -but there is that stress in the book and in s1 about, they don't know. that's the thing, the angels and the demons don't actually, legitimately, 100%, know whether or not what they're doing is legitimately what they SHOULD be doing re: god and satan's actual wants in terms of existence and earth and fate -but we do see a little of that with job and quite honestly i wish i WAS up on religious canons to have more thoughts for that

-SPEAKING OF JOB!!!!! that was peter davison??????? i had no goddamn idea. i do want to go back and rewatch that -ty was an absolute terrible delight as ennon, what the fuck. oh my god.

-i had NO IDEA OR INCLINATION WHATSOEVER that crowley's apartment was hell-appointed. -seeing little analysis posts of people going 'aziraphale you have to see that crowley is LIVING IN HIS CAR and yet GABRIEL GETS A ROOM IN THE BOOK SHOP, THESE TWO HAVE NOT COMMUNICATED A SINGLE THING IN THE PAST FOUR YEARS, OR THE PAST ABSOLUTE AGE' by god. yeah. ugggggg :( -he's just living in his fucking carrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

-oh oh i loved muriel, oh my god. muriel, you sweet little bean -i love the scene where muriel is in the bookshop and muriel is mostly cast in the light from the window and aziraphale is mostly cast in shadow, i loved that

-i love that aziraphale keeps a diary. that's so fun

-people have pointed this out in doctor who as well about tooth and claw, but the difference between david tennant's actual accent and the accent he does as characters pretending to be scottish

-CROWLEY CAN FEEL WHEN THE CAR IS DRIVEN UNDER THE LIMIT????? HE CAN FEEL THE BENTLEY????????? -look. -look. -i'm not saying it but i'm thinking it. if he can feel the bentley and someone in the bentley. god. can someone please go write the fic. -no i don't know where on earth that sort of scene would take place in canon especially given that the two of them clearly have Very Little Concept Of Physicality With Another Human-Shaped Being, do not BOTHER me with petty details, it NEEDS TO EXIST and i don't have the time to do it by god please someone do it

-i can't say exactly what i mean by this like if pressed i cannot give examples but sometimes there would be dialogue and i'd go, ah. that's finnemore -cabin pressure is still top tier, okay.

-oh many people have said this by now but THAT CROWLEY'S IDEA OF ROMANCE IS SHELTERING FROM THE RAIN -crowley. -crowley.

-so getting shot or getting blown up would've discorporated them but crowley ingesting laudanum just. makes him drunk -you know what. i'm gonna say this one is on me bc honestly for atwq reasons as well i should read about laudanum

-nooooo god they were so cute in episode 5 - 'can i watch? <3' - 'YOU GAVE AWAY A BOOK??' - 'we don't dance.' TONIGHT YOU DO, CROWLEY

-that aziraphale's idea of romance is dancing............ -how many angels can dance on the head of a pin -AND THAT HE WANTS TO DANCE WITH CROWLEYYYYYYYYYY

-i love nina's. it's not genre awareness, but it's..........plot awareness? shenanigans awareness? something like that -speaking of nina and maggie though i was rather neutral on them as well like. no real feelings one way or the other

-'rescuing me makes him so happy.' !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -i love threatening!aziraphale a great deal. -see there's also........about aziraphale -i think it's easy to get aziraphale wrong, from a fandom standpoint. he's not a character i have any inclination to try and write in a fic honestly because i think. he has a great deal of layers in him. i mean not like an onion but. oh this thought is getting away from me -i just mean like............i think the one thing i would want to keep in mind is, aziraphale is just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing, that's key -and you have to balance that with him being an angel. and a bastard. and an angel. and a bastard -and i think there's lots of different ways to interpret those things into a fanfic and i don't know if i've ever seen it done................just right -like. in the of course fandom classic demonology or the tri-phasic model of trauma i think a lot about aziraphale being described as like............having such a severe kindness aubrey thinks of it as a KNIFE. and like a knife that he is wrapping in gauze in order to interact with her because he knows she is so unsettled by his capacity for kindness. -and i always roll that around in my head and wonder if i really, truly agree with it. because i think. yes. but also. no. -and show!aziraphale and book!aziraphale ESPECIALLY are at very different ends of Aziraphale In General -sigh. idk.

-'i haven't always been a demon. and they never change their password.' oh that was DELIGHTFUL -okay but see also. re: crowley -i've brought this up before but i think, when i first read gomens when i was..........16?? ish???? 15?????????? i didn't think a great deal, if at all, about crowley being technically a 'fallen' angel or of him having. any great angst about it, and that reading, pretty much stayed with me for a long time -but like, i get where it comes from? the angst? -i mean. there would have to be some feeling there, quite frankly. -i just thought a lot more about 'sauntered vaguely downward' which i think you can take at face value, or, as covering it up -idk all of this to say, sure i'm coming around to it. that line was particularly fun

-about the second apocalypse i was like 'ohhh this is what crowley and aziraphale meant by like. the end of the world wasn't the big thing, is the big thing is heaven vs hell' -and then metatron said SECOND COMING and i was like OH, SHIT, THOUGH

-'it's a container. it's bigger on the inside.' are we sure we aren't just watching doctor who -i.............guess i liked beelzebub and gabriel more than i thought i would -i appreciated THAT extra backstory, bc otherwise. that was. i mean not necessarily out of nowhere -- we do know angels and demons, besides crowley and aziraphale, negotiate with each other bc of hastur and michael with the hellfire and holy water -- but also would've been still. out of nowhere -!!!!! that it's like!!!!!! it IS that easy!!!!! to just be with your person, and want to be with them!!!! and it's NOT AT ALL that easy!!!!!! and it is!!!! and it isn't!!!!!! -that you have to give up Something, probably. but that what you get is. love. and it should be so easy to just walk hand in hand away with someone and be with them (-and also. that sometimes it's going to take work. you're not always ready right away, with nina and maggie) -and the other point here is like. the ultimate end here is not a fight between heaven and hell. that will go nowhere. and maintaining status quo isn't sustainable either, things are constantly changing, the only way forward is genuine discussion and collaboration and. maybe sometimes love. -and also that beyond aziraphale and crowley's STUNNING LACK OF COMMUNICATION...............they can't leave earth. (i mean aziraphale does but bear with me) gabriel and beelzebub have no stake or interest in human beings. but crowley and aziraphale have been there the whole entire time. they stopped the apocalypse for somewhere selfish reasons but also because they've got a personal duty to earth and what they love about it. as well as each other, but also, earth and humans and comforts and. all these other worthwhile things -and it's where the two of them are, too!!!!!!!!!!!!! aziraphale's book shop, crowley's car, a place where the two of them always are. always come back to. always have. -until it's not. :(

-'nothing lasts forever.' -aziraphale!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! -my GOD

-the kiss really is, terrible to watch and that's like. that is the point, i do agree with the posts that say that -it's not supposed to be romantic bc it's NOT a romantic moment at all, it IS very sad and desperate and embarrassing and. heartbreaking. soul-crushing. i watched that whole scene with my hands over my face from the agony of it all. -and they really never have. done anything physical or physically romantic like that before, why would they have? as an angel and a demon and with THEIR STUNNING LEVELS OF AVOIDANCE AND NO COMMUNICATION -so yeah, by the time we got there, i was like, no, i get where you're coming from. i see where this goes with how show!aziraphale stands. he clings a lot harder to.........an idea of Goodness in a way that hurts him and especially crowley, and has more of a......loyalty? an at the end of the day sort of loyalty to heaven that is more surface for book!aziraphale

-quite frankly i don't intend to seek out any fix it fic because like.........this isn't the kind of thing that is, say, successfully, fixed, in a, fix it. like.............this is the sort of thing that's gonna be agonizing to try and repair between the two of them. and that, i'm looking forward to, i think. -and like, even if aziraphale wanted to get out of the elevator? if he wanted to change his mind? (which, i don't think he does? he's so upset he's avoiding everything else and just COMMITTING to this.) he CAN'T. he knows he can't. heaven would absolutely not let him out of that elevator to go back, now that he knows what metatron wanted him for.

-oh i always forget derek jacobi is metatron!!!!! look at him go!!!!! coming in, getting a little coffee (i love the 'has anyone ever asked for death?'), ultimately being such a fucker. i LOVE him. -bbc really does have 3 actors, don't they. -i know it's just that good actors find their way around and literally everyone has shown up on doctor who. i mean, you can do this with classic who, too! onslow my bone-idle beloved from keeping up appearances shows up somewhere along the line in trial of a time lord. -it's just fun to joke about :)

-i think a big thing existing here is also..............no one knew what to expect out of a second season? because we got all of the book. even if the sequel had existed in vague plans out there in the universe, just unwritten, the only one who knows what's in there now is neilman. as an audience we didn't know what to expect -and a lot of things happened in this season!!!! a lot that people WANTED!!!! and then all of it ended in a VERY UNEXPECTED HEARTBREAK -that does track with the rest of the season -but is also. not at all what anyone thought would happen, in a season 2, in any way shape or form -and i'm still rolling it around in my head. will be for a while. would like to watch s1 again. and reread the book again

#good omens spoilers #oh shit this wound up way longer than i thought it would be.#this is all i got for right now

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hydrolunamens · 1 year ago

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Some questions re: GO2 (more are brewing but here are my biggies so far)

*SPOILERS, obviously*

1. WHY DID NINA CALL MAGGIE “ANGEL?”

2. Why is hell so understaffed? Is Heaven also understaffed? Heaven being understaffed would explain the lack of follow up on Aziraphale’s frivolous miracles at least…

3. Is all of the magic Crowley and Aziraphale perform a “miracle?” Like, Aziraphale changing the car from black to yellow and back, that’s a miracle?

4. We’ve met both God and Satan in this series, what are they up to while all this is going on? Is Job’s story the last time we saw (heard) God?

5. If heaven never changes their passwords, can any demon access files like Crowley did? Did the demon who brought in the hellfire get up to any snooping? Any other demons sneak into heaven? It does not seem that difficult.

6. How did Nina get the coffee shop? Maggie inherited her shop, does Nina also have some esoteric deal with the world’s most angelic landlord?

7. What did they do with Crowley’s memories, and why didn’t they do it to Furfur?

8. Why does Crowley stop short when threatening Gabriel? “If any harm comes to Aziraphale I’ll… oh never mind, it’s too late, it’s always too late.” Wtf does that MEAN?

9. Where did Gabriel and Beelzebub even go? If they took the cottage in Alpha Centauri I… won’t… care for it.

10. Who is going to get into a scrape at the bookshop and shoot the derringer off?

#good omens #good omens season two #good omens spoilers #good omens speculation

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loxare · 1 year ago

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Good omens 2 ep 1 thots under the cut!

CROWLEY LOOKS!!! SO HAPPY!!!!!! MAKING HIS NEBULA!!!!!!!!! I'm so sad he got the wind taken out of his sails. And I know exactly how much trouble he got in just for asking a few questions. Theory: God is omniscient, and as such knew Crowley needed to be a demon to save the Earth. It sucks, but it's growth for both him and Aziraphale, who needed to learn to duck around the rules, and growth tends to hurt. I'm just sad Crowley got hit that hard

Aziraphale only valid landlord???

Crowley ornithologist?????

Wait, why is the mail getting delivered to the Bentley rather than Crowley's apartment? What happened to his plants? Is he just never in his apartment so it's better to deliver to the car?

Record shop coffee shop ff slow burn

John Hamm's john & hamms are on display

This is unrelated to GO but I made wonton soup to eat while watching this and it is very good. Mmmm

Those poor tomatoes

Aziraphale's music interrupted by nudity and amnesia

Oh god heaven still hurts my eye holes. So shiny

No one tell naked amnesiac Gabriel about the existence of twins

Someone get him some pants. Aziraphale please get him some pants not just a blanket. What if he stands up?

Trailer ship bait line is a good line. Aziraphale thinks of Crowley and goes all soft

"The thing" is probably the box that was doing a lot of heavy lifting to keep this show PG, that was also dropped when the door opened and left in the street. Someone should probably go pick that up before someone else takes it

Ah. Good, it's still there

Oh her name is Shax. Neat! I love Crowley's hair swirlies. The ones on top. They're nice

Gabriel's Jim's terrible short term memory will absolutely be remembering Gabriel and not retaining anything else

The reaction to a bit of litter in heaven is killing me

So Crowley is one of those coffee drinkers. Also, if I were the record shop lady, I'd bake Aziraphale a thank you cake

Getting tired of writing out all the names, sk they're just A and C now

Oh no, the coffee shop lady is taken. Poor record shop lady

Blanket toga is not a substitute for clothes

I thought "ask him properly" would lead to some magic angel stuff, not asking more aggressively

ARGUMENTS. I feel like A is playing on the time last season when C left, saying he was going to go to another galaxy (Andromeda?) and then ended up regretting that. To clarify, I'm currently paused so I haven't heard C's response yet so this entire paragraph could become moot

I feel like C's going through some stuff that he hasn't told A about

Man drinks six shots of espresso, spontaneously combusts, gets struck by lightning

The relationship and circumstances around these two shop keepers is so fanfiction. If they don't get together, I hope they can spend the time trapped in this coffee shop bonding and becoming besties. Also, there should be a manual override for the security system. Not having one is stupid, because of things like this. What if they were trapped in the record shop instead, and there was no readily available food? An internal manual override is crucial

I like Micheal's sleeve cuffs

Ooo, disabled angel!

Muriel I hope you get some confidence. And also I want your skirt

Small bit of litter confuses and confounds angels

Oh, wonder why Beelzebub got recast. (Don't go out of your way to look it up I don't care enough to check myself and definitely not enough to inconvenience someone else)

So. The conflict here is that C could give up Jim, get a promotion and that's a problem taken off his hands, but A would be mad at him. Or, he could do not that and risk both him and A getting erased from existence entirely, which will uh, make it so the apocalypse last season did not get stopped. Oh boy

Oh this coffee shop lady does not care for records. At all

Crowley "my bad" actually made me die laughing so that was excellent and also my ghost is now typing this

Oh I do not care for the tone of Lindsay's texts. At all. Nina you deserve better. I do like the format of the texts coming up though. The paper and red pen makes it seem a lot more personal and angry and uh. Not good.

One of those said "remember what we said about mutual respect" and blowing up your partner's phone angrily because they're late isn't respect, which is necessary in the "mutual" bit of mutual respect. I would personally be concerned that something had happened. Maybe walk down and see if they're alright. Assume that their phone had died maybe, idk

A: glasses on. C: glasses off

"You were right" does not contain the word sorry and oh good, A knows that. Oh there's a dance? 👀

Why. Why do they do that. This is hilarious, but I feel like it makes it more difficult to apologize for things if there's a humiliating dance involved. Which also still doesn't contain the word sorry

Jim go back upstairs. Also, why does he still not have clothes?

See, in the trailer, Muriel didn't recognize Gabriel, and I thought that was just because they've never met. Interesting to see that, no, there's an active reason for that

Being persona non grata with heaven means A isn't allowed to do miracles anymore? Or just that the miracles he does are more heavily scrutinized?

Ah, the old "immediate proof that the last thing said was completely wrong" trope. Also, weird seeing heaven with a red filter

Ah. Bit of warning for people sensitive to flashing lights. I don't think this flashes fast enough, it's a hard cut between red filtered heaven and white heaven, with a second or two between each cut. But like. Go carefully. It only lasts for a bit and there aren't too many interesting visuals during it. Right after C says "no one will have noticed a thing", stops when Uriel asks for the alarm to stop

Oh A. Can't stay out of trouble to save his life

All in all, I liked it a lot! I'm looking forward to the hijinks A&C get into, I really want to know why C's mood is so foul rn when he was generally cheery at the end of last season, or as cheery as he gets, wondering about all the empty boxes. One empty box is fine, but two? Suspicious. Hoping Nina dumps Lindsay, has a nice long recovery period where she can enjoy being herself, and then gets together with record shop lady, whose name I will remember sometime probably. But I'm out of soup, out of tea, and out of excuses to not pull nails from my wall, so I'm gonna go do that now

#loxie liveblog #loxie watches go #good omens #good omens 2 #ok maybe another few seconds to enjoy the end theme

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