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on-screen lovers and off-screen besties is literally the best dynamic ever

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fanfic is a space where you can curate your own experience, you don't have to engage with everything or read everything, especially in larger fandoms

that said

why do people bitch and moan so much when a fic isn't exactly what they wanted. would you go to the author of a book and tell them off for not putting your faves together or whatever. and if you would, have you considered not doing that

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Maybe Aziraphale comes to Earth because he needs to speak to Crowley, they need to work together to save the world, they need to be together, lord, he misses him more than books, food and music combined.

But Crowley keeps his distance and he’s silent while Aziraphale talks and in desperation Aziraphale finally reaches out to him, tries to touch his cheeks but when he does Crowley screeches from pain and backs off so quickly he falls over and then looks up at Aziraphale terrified.

W-what, I didn’t, I didn’t… Aziraphale looks at his own hands in shock. Crowley…

You can’t touch a demon, Crowley says the last word with disgust because this is what it was about, was it not, Aziraphale always having in the back of his mind that he will never be good enough for him when he was a demon, that’s why he wanted to change him, so now as an Archangel his holy hands burned him because he wasn’t worth him.

And he flees that day and Aziraphale never, ever in thousands of years seen anyone, especially Crowley, look at him scared and betrayed.

There is something about not being able to touch Crowley that makes him feel sick. His touch hurting Crowley. His hands making him cry out in pain. The betrayal in his eyes.

But they need to work together and it hurts like hell to try to unlearn reaching out for him. Yet Crowley seems to be looking thinner and sicker each day but he doesn’t tell Aziraphale that it’s simply being close to him that is literally killing him.

Like being thrown in a bath of holy water each time.

And then they save the world and Crowley collapses to his knees and Aziraphale reaches out and Crowley flinches.

Almighty is still there watching them and Aziraphale turns to look at her and says take it

Take the holiness, the titles, even the wings. Throw me in hell fire. Burn me. Just stop making my existence hurt Crowley.

And she asks. You want to fall for a demon?

I have fallen a very long time ago, when he was still your child, and again when you rejected him, and again when he rejected all of you.

And he feels his supreme powers disappearing. He feels like himself again. And he notices his wings becoming a very light shade of grey. Almighty disappears.

Crowley looks in his eyes for the first time in all these months, weakly, whispers his name, and Aziraphale catches him in his arms as he faints and it doesn’t hurt Crowley anymore.

Everything was going to be okay.

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okay but can we get the fun and light-hearted good omens comedy show where aziraphale commutes to heaven every morning while crowley is the unemployed chain smoking spouse who does nothing all day but still complains once aziraphale comes back

crowley kissing him goodbye by the elevator and picking him up in then evening even though it's literally across the street. making him lunch with sappy notes that are supposed to be embarrassing and teasing but aziraphale keeps every single one.

"how did destroying heaven go today, angel?"

"oh, making progress. missed you terribly, my dear, as always"

give me aziraphale with an office job and crowley lounging in the shop all day while muriel tries their best to learn about humans and how to not sell books

give me found family bonding and game nights with nina and maggie (crowley cheats and still loses). give me aziraphale being the envy of demons and angels alike because not only is he the supreme archangel, he got the hottest husband AND doesn't have to put up with michael and uriel all day.

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Yeeeesssssss

I get my old tumblr back (it’s only been around since 2008) but years without use made me forget my password! Thanks, Tumblr Support!!!

I’ll be transitioning all my GO posts to thiswreckageivebecome once I’m back in.

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Bentley standing by Crowley so he can lean on it as he watches Aziraphale go

Bentley taking him away from Soho because it hurts to be there

Bentley playing music to remind him that the love is real

Bentley making blankets appear over Crowley’s shoulders like a warm hug

Bentley darkening its windows, making sure Crowley is covered with a soft blanket as he lies down in the back, and for the first time not playing Queen but soft sounds to lull him to sleep

Bentley making sure he’s warm and cosy and safe

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winter returns. aziraphale does not.

there have been a lot of internal arguments throughout september and october, but eventually crowley decided to transfer all of his plants and a handful of other important belongings to the bookshop. he wasn't leaving it except to nip over for coffee or take the bentley on a drive so it wouldn't get cranky, so why bother returning to his flat?

it turns out to have been the correct choice.

before the first snow, before the nights got longer than the days, long before the end of the year, crowley cranked up the heating in the shop and curled up in his armchair once more. he does not quite hibernate as such, but he comes close while in his serpent form.

muriel, who has taken to not addressing him by name at all after crowley had told them several times to drop the 'mr. crowley', gently picks him up throughout the day and allows him to settle where he pleases. mostly around their shoulders, sometimes along one or both of their arms; other times he seeks out the warmth radiating from their skin coiled up tightly in their lap.

no one sees the serpent of eden dozing on a lower angel's stomach, and no one hears when they read to him, talk to him.

"he will come back, you know. eventually. i haven't known you for long, but i can feel how much you mean to him."

"it was kinda weird at first since you're a demon, but i- well. miss nina said we are friends, and miss maggie agreed."

"i've never seen snow before; it's pretty. hopefully you're not cold."

no one sees him pressed against the window, uncaring for the chill forcing its way through his slim body, staring up at the sky in a fashion unheard of for snakes, waiting, waiting, waiting.

crowley tries to dream of the garden again, seeking out the blurry memories of warmth and ethereal protection, remnants of a grace he is no longer allowed to carry within himself. the sweet aroma of ripe apples, the smell of blooming flowers and desert sand soaking in their first taste of rain, the feeling of feather-rippled wind catching in his hair, a caress that isn't one, a touch that could be one in a few millennia.

crowley tries to dream of peace, but no matter if he wakes or sleeps, all he gets is smoke and ash and a profound sense of loss so ancient he aches and aches and aches.

still, he waits until that is all he is, a desperate wish shaped in his imagine.

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Aziraphale knows his demon...

Incorrect Good Omens Quotes Masterpost : here

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Underrated Crowley moment.

Cramming for the “How not to shoot the love of your life while he cosplays as a magician” test.

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Crowley: Given the circumstances, I will let you hug me for four to five seconds.

Aziraphale: Forty five seconds?!?

Crowley: No! I said four TO five seconds.

Aziraphale: (hugging Crowley) Too late.

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All of us want to read “books that are different from the books we like but also exactly like it” and that’s why we have fanfictions. That’s why we love fanfictions. It is literally the book we love but in a different font.

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one of my headcanons is that Crowley invented the saying “keep your friends close and your enemies closer” as an excuse just in case the demons found that he was with Aziraphale

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#some things never change

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GOOD FUCKIGN MORNING SHUHITES

todays' misiôn???? trip backwards into a blackhole!!!&!1

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Aziraphale: Haha look at that silly angel pretending to be a human police officer.

Also Aziraphale:

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Trying to get my friend to watch Good Omens. Knowing full well this is how I’m internally feeling after season 2

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ok so the thing is, the kiss really was the best way crowley knew to convey his feelings to aziraphale because nina and maggie were right, they do talk but they never say what they mean.

but that doesn’t mean they don’t understand each other, at least to a certain extent.

and crowley knows aziraphale

he knows that he loves books and plays and the stories made by humanity. he watches his angel learn magic the human way and finds out he learned french the human way and knows better than anyone how much he loves human food. he throws a ball to get nina and maggie together because that’s what the humans in jane austen novels would do.

crowley knows that aziraphale romanticizes humanity, loves the drama and the stories and every little thing that makes humans human.

and what could be more human than a desperate kiss asking someone to stay