Crowley, dear

He had tried, as he and the angel parted ways after Eden. All he got out was an ‘I think I-’ before the words had choked him, turning heavy and saccharine as they burned their way up his throat. He had waved off Aziraphale’s concern as he dissolved into a coughing fit, getting out of there as fast as his corporation’s legs would carry him.

He had spent the rest of the day spitting up a tar-like substance, thick, black, and sickly sweet.

As they met again and again throughout history, ‘I think I’ turned into ‘I know I,’ but still, he couldn’t say it, no matter how hard he tried. He tried to tell himself that it was okay. If he couldn’t speak his love, he’d just have to show it, laying out his devotion in shared meals, last-minute rescues, an offer to go anywhere, a plea to run away.

He wasn’t sure if Aziraphale understood. He hoped he did.

And then Armageddon came and went, and they started spending more time together. Something in Aziraphale had changed. He was more open, less nervous. And when he said the words, he made it look so easy.

“I love you.” It was said around a laugh, with such affection that Crowley stopped moving, stopped breathing, could do naught but stare at Aziraphale in wonder.

After several moments, Crowley realized Aziraphale was waiting for a response.

He couldn’t. 

He would try.

It’s Anathema!

It baffles me when the fandom acts like Anathema has possession of the Good Omens cast’s shared brain cell or is a force of common sense or something as if almost every character in this book isn’t completely unhinged

God only knows what the context of this is

“Do you really think our respective offices are going to care?”

“Well, no. I’m just saying it’s not my fault. Anyway, he was a saint to his parish and a demon to his housekeeper. Makes him a double agent. So we’re both doing the right thing.”

“And both doing the wrong one.”

“Well. I suppose you could make that argument.”

“How deep do you think we need to put him?”

“I wouldn’t know, I’ve never hidden a body before. I still don’t see why we can’t miracle him away.”

“Audits, my dear. I’m not sure how your side is about it, but my side audits miracles. Unless you’re really sure about that “both doing the right thing” argument.”

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Aziraphale has very nicely manicured nails so I guess he’d have to do Crowley’s as well

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Aziraphale tore his eyes away from the clock which was ticking closer and closer towards the hour.

“Wha-? Oh! Oh, yes! Yes, of course! Absolutely tickety-boo!” He replied, a nervous smile briefly alighting on his face before flittering away again.

“‘Tickety-boo,’” Crowley parroted, carefully sounding out each syllable. “That doesn’t even mean anything.”

“What? Of course it does!” Aziraphale insisted, temporarily distracted from his internal fretting. “It means alright, tiptop, hunky-dory.”

“Hunky-dory?” Crowley said, amusement evident in his tone. “You definitely just made that one up.”

Aziraphale huffed in offense. “It’s more of a word than ‘wahoo.’”

Crowley narrowed his eyes, which were blessedly free of the dark shades he usually wore. It was just the two of them, after all. “You take that back.”

But Aziraphale’s attention had returned to the clock. The time was drawing nearer, and he found himself burning with both terror and exhilaration equally. He wanted to do it now, just take the leap and land on the other side. But, human tradition said to wait, so wait he would. It wasn’t much longer, anyway.

Ten. Nine.

The countdown had begun. He could hear Crowley trying to get his attention, but it was muffled and far away.

Eight. Seven.

His eyes remained fixated on the clock. How could the seconds be moving by so slowly? Had Crowley stopped time again?

Six. Five.

Now, here’s the thing about Aziraphale and swearing. Under most circumstances, he found it entirely crude and unnecessary, save for two certain special occasions. The first was, obviously, when one stepped into an active portal and found themselves inconveniently discorporated. The second was when one was finally taking the first step after six thousand years of waiting and found that time (a human construct, really) was entirely unwilling to cooperate.

Four.

“Oh, fuck it.”

At precisely three seconds before midnight, on the eve of a new year that they both had thought would never come to pass, Aziraphale pressed his lips to Crowley’s, cutting off the delighted noise the demon was making over hearing the angel swear for the first time.

This kiss was… Well, for perhaps the first time in his life, Aziraphale found himself unable to find the right words to describe it. ‘Tiptop’ was clearly insufficient, ‘tickety-boo’ didn’t even come close, ‘hunky-dory’ was right out. Strangely, and much to his chagrin, ‘wahoo’ seemed to be the only word his ecstatic brain could come up with.

Crowley was kissing him back, and Aziraphale could taste the love upon his lips, pure and sweet and so definitely there. It was everything he had hoped it would be. It was everything he never even knew he wanted.

At precisely six hundred and twenty-four seconds after midnight on New year’s Day, Aziraphale and Crowley pulled apart, finding themselves gasping for breaths that suddenly seemed so very necessary.

Crowley made a series of incomprehensible noises, his lips stretching into a wide grin.

Eve, holding her months old baby: no thanks to you. tea?

Crowley: i’m good. what’s that

Eve: a child

Crowley: ?

Eve: apprently we’re designed to give birth in pain, and our kin will have to be raised from a grub instead of springing into existence fully formed and conscious

Crowley: haha that’s wild

Eve: ikr can you imagine. here hold them

Crowley, voice cracking: sure

Eve: they haven’t even developed object permanence yet