La Plume

~opens eyes~

They're dead.

...

But remember that fic you read last week? They weren't dead there. They were alive, and they were being so funny that you actually laughed out loud! Maybe there's time to read just the funny part before you have to start the day.

‘Don’t you two FUCKING dare!’

And leaves.

Several large coffees, bottles of wine and a pile of Eccles cakes and a very long reading and interpretation session later Crowley sits back.

‘Beelzebub and Gabriel, huh? Did not see that coming.’

‘Never mind that, dear,’ Aziraphale says, as he continues carving symbols onto the floor. ‘There. That should do it. The Metatron can’t get in here now.’

‘And you?’ Crowley asks delicately. Aziraphale stands up and primly clasps his hands across his stomach.

‘I have no intention of going up to heaven under any circumstances and especially not now I know how it ends.’ He says. It’s his I Will Not Be Moved tone. Crowley knows it well. He is reassured.

‘Well, maybe pop up and get Muriel. But after that we seal up that lift, agreed?’ Crowley adds.

‘Agreed.’

‘Excellent. Dinner at the Ritz called for I think, to celebrate a very lucky escape. Coming, Angel?’

‘One thing…’ Aziraphale says, and Crowley notices the cheeks of his Angel have gone a little pink, and he is turning that ring on his finger round and round. ‘Prophecy number 547.’

‘547? Was that the one with the butterflies the size of giraffes?’

‘It was not,’ Aziraphale says.

Crowley takes a step closer. He always did enjoy this bit of the temptation, although he was not quite sure who was being tempted right now.

‘Ah, the one with the Welsh Choir serenading the Kraken with excerpts from popular musicals.’

‘No, not that one either.’ Aziraphale appears to have flushed a deep red.

Crowley takes a step closer now. He can feel it - the tingle in his fingers and on his lips.

There’s another first time coming. To add to the Wall, and the Temptation of the Ox Ribs and the Rescue of the Books and all those other first times that have led them step by step to this place.

A first time they had in any timeline, but this would their first time - they, Aziraphale and Crowley in this world, their world.

‘Oh, I know, the one with the crystal the exact size and shape of…’

‘Crowley!’ Aziraphale snaps. ‘You know which one I mean.’

‘Oh,’ Crowley says softly. ‘The one where I tell you there’s an us.’

‘That’s the one,’ Aziraphale says, glancing down at the ground. ‘Of course, if you’d rather not, I understand, it’s asking too much, it’s…’

‘Angel,’ Crowley says, and he steps forward, taking off his glasses, and looks down at his angel, his enemy and ally, his closest friend. His love since he knew what love meant. ‘We have always been an us. We don’t need a prophecy for that.’

And Aziraphale, a soft and gentle angel, not a soldier or a leader, becomes a hero for that moment, and clasps Crowley’s collar and pulls him in for a kiss.

Not that an actor's interpretation is necessarily more important or valid than any fan's reading. But I'd love to hear what your thoughts are on this clip:)

thank you for sending me this!

ok i’m only going to share the part of the quote that i did see the video of (which apparently the fan asked not to share further anymore), not the transcript on that reddit post of a whole conversation translated from chinese which was a combination of two fan interactions, with a further unconfirmed part

my thoughts are: this snippet of a fan interaction doesn’t reflect david tennant’s (whole) opinion on the finale, and also he is just the vessel, like he’s just the actor, and though i am interested in his opinion it’s also just an opinion

but yeah it appears he does support my (and many people’s) reading that good omens 3 killed off crowley and aziraphale, and asa and anthony are just Wearing Their Faces

my reaction is to take up digital smoking 🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬🚬

I think the idea of an AU takes some getting used to. Personally, I never warmed to them, but as a ff reader, I am at least very familiar with the concept.

Well, have I got the fic for you!

Crowley and Aziraphale didn’t deserve the “Season 3” Good Omens Finale. Neither did the world. The duo finds a way through the Garden and Book of Life to a happy ending.

May it bring comfort to the afflicted.

(Or, an in-character fix-it in less than 2,000 words; canon-compliant until 01:26:00 of S3.)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/84808871

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“Did I say the wrong thing,” Crowley asked, utterly wrung out.

“No,” Aziraphale said gently. “You’re you. I don’t think you can say, or do, the wrong thing. And we don’t have much to work with,” he added. “One God, one Satan, one bookshop, and the two of us… and no more eternity." Aziraphale leveled his gaze.

Has anyone thought about renting out a movie theater for a watch party when the finale comes out? It’s obviously not cheap but I just thought a little (or maybe not so little… depending on how many people actually show up) fan meet up to celebrate might be fun! Not to dox myself but I would be looking at places in the Boston area, and maybe people from all over might consider doing this too!