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Burns| A Good Omens Fanfic
Crowley hadnât been around, not even a single call had been placed in a month. Aziraphale wasnât worried per say, but what happened at the Ritz or more precisely after the Ritz. Well Aziraphale wouldnât be surprised if he pushed Crowley away perhaps for a final time.
Oh why did he do that? Why did he push him away again and again? Only this time it was different. Crowley hadnât been so forward this time, he had been unsure. Aziraphale would even go as far to say he was anxious. Crowley was good at hiding it, but knowing a being for 6000 years tends to make one wary to all of their emotions.
What finally sent Crowley over the edge on that day weeks ago was when they were walking out of the Ritz. Aziraphale had slipped his hand into Crowleyâs. Crowley had frozen in place while Aziraphale kept walking causing a few people to bump into them. Aziraphale turned back to talk to Crowley to see the demon slipping into his natural serpent form and slithering off.
Aziraphale sighed putting the phone down and heading up to the small flat above the bookshop. Locking the door behind him Aziraphale sighed and smiled at the crisp breeze coming through the open window. Being late September they still had a few warm days, the crisp autumn breeze made them all the more pleasant.
Aziraphale sighed to himself again, his thoughts not on the long day and the many bothersome costumers, but on Crowley. He knew that likely the demon already had his heat on and was freezing either that or he sauntered back down to hell for the winter. Crowley didnât do that often but Aziraphale was starting to wonder if that was where he had gone.
Aziraphale took off his jacket and shirt. He stretched out his wings shaking a few feathers loose. The shafts of those feathers were still that bright sterile white of an angel . The very edge of the tips however looked newly singed, a charcoal color that shone in contrast. In fact both tips of his wings contained feathers that looked similar.
The angel sat on the small bed, picked up the alarm clock and set it for bright and early the next morning. Aziraphale turned off the light and slid to his stomach allowing both wings to sag over the bed onto the floor. He lay his head on the pillow and fell asleep rather quickly.
Crowley pulled up to the book shop slowly, much to the Bentleyâs protest. Parking his car he let out a sigh. His shoulders were tense, his breath shaky. What would his angel think? He abandoned him with out warning. What if he thinks itâs a sign that he was being used for Demonic purposes? Crowley gritted his teeth and opened the car door carefully.
He looked both ways down the street, letting some of the tension slide away. They were truly alone, for a moment at least but Crowley knew that was more than enough time for them.
Walking up to the door he stopped hand out to prepare to open the door without powers. Something was different with his angel, he smelled ... dark, like dark chocolate. Overwhelmed with the smell Crowley stumbled back slipping on a stair and proceeding to whack his head on the concrete.
âFuck.â He whispered âWho fucked with my angel?â Standing up and wiping the dust off of his clothes he headed inside the establishment. The chocolate smell overpowered Crowley again drowning out all the familiar smells of Aziraphale. He couldnât smell the ink and old parchment. Or even the sterile doctors office smell that sometimes overwhelmed him.
Heading towards the stairs that led to the flat Crowley caught something else. Burning? No no no not again. Crowley rushed up the stairs and forced his way through the door. In his panic over them finding Aziraphale he hadnât considered he might get stuck half way through the door.
Crowley nearly thanked the lord as he looked in the room. Instead of Hell fire he found nothing out of the ordinary. Instead of demons or other angles he only found his Aziraphale. He gazed lovingly at his angel sleeping peacefully, undisturbed seemingly fine from the weeks they had been apart.
Crowley tried to get out of the doorway to find he was stuck. As much as he didnât want to wake up the angel from his slumber they had to move.
âAngel.â He said in a harsh whisper âAngel.â Aziraphale stirred taking one wing and wrapping it around himself but not coming to. âAziraphale!â Crowley nearly yelled at the sleeping angel.
Aziraphale startled nearly whacked his wing into Crowleyâs face. After looking around in a confused manner Aziraphale saw Crowley in the door and tried to keep his laughter in, succeeding only partly and letting a chuckle out.
âAngel, a little help?â Crowley asked clearly frustrated with Aziraphale. Aziraphale nodded still amused by the situation in front of him, and with a wave of his hand the door released Crowley, opened and patched itself up. Crowley took a step towards the Angel, âPack what you can weâre leaving.â
âWhat?â Aziraphale asked baffled âYou think I want to go with you especially after what happened and being ignored. I am not going with you for all I know is youâre working with Satan again.â
So he did think that. Crowley stood up straiter taking off his glasses and for the first time ever Aziraphale saw a glint of murderous rage in the demons eyes. âI am trying to help both of ussss.â He hissed.
âI donât need you Iâm perfectly fine right where I am.â Aziraphale tested the water, sure yes he was great full that Crowley was standing in front of him talking to him. But something was off about the demon, sure Aziraphaleâs sense of smell was not nearly as strong as Crowleyâs but there was something on him that smelled a bit like hand sanitizer.
Crowley hissed taking another step towards Aziraphale. Crowley was acting odd and it was intimidating. Aziraphale wanted to run he wanted to leave the moment but something wasnât letting him.
âGet on with it then, kill me, torture me, slam me against the wall. Do what you want you donât scare me.â Aziraphale said trying to sound convincing.
Crowley took another step and reached his hand out. Aziraphale was ready to put up a fight when Crowley clenched his fist put his arm down closed his eyes and turned away.
âTheyâre coming for you, they wonât stop until they kill you. They figured it out... what we did.â Crowleyâs breath became shaky and Aziraphale realized he might be crying (or at least as close as he could be to crying). â... Good bye Aziraphale.â
Aziraphale watched as Crowley left down the stairs. Damn it what had he done? Again and Again and Again he always pushed Crowley away. Aziraphale stood listening to the footsteps downstairs. He expected a loud slam, but the only thing he heard was the starting of the Bentleyâs engine and a slow puttering away.
Where to now? Alpha Centuri? No he would be looking there. That is if the idiot actually payed attention. Hell? No. To heaven? No. Find a Church, with holy water, go past the point of no return.
The Bentleyâs motions were soothing to Crowley, his car was really more of a home than anything. Crowley stopped at the stoplight keeping a low profile was key right now. He chortled at himself, he was obeying laws just so that they or that stupid angel wouldnât show up and ruin his plan. The light turned green and yet he did not hit the gas he sat looking at his options.
Crowley waited thinking until the light turned yellow. It was only a couple minutes but it felt so long to him. Taking his phone and opening it he pressed the map app. Funny how he didnât know where the nearest church was despite knowing a literal angel. Finding one he clicked on it hoping that it had some holy water.
The voice of the map rang through his ears. It had been about three weeks since the last time he had any noise playing in the Bentley. It distracted him for the moment as he drove away from his problems.
Long after the putters of the Bentley Aziraphale was still standing in shock. He didnât know how to respond. Crowley seemed like he may have been trying to make up with him. Trying to be open. But something was blocking him.
Aziraphale sighed returning to the bed he lay awake counting all the times he had pushed Crowley away. Some of those times he realized happened before earth and before Eden. Maybe he still canât quite remember who Crowley was before he fell but there was always a familiarity to him.
Beams of light shone through the window before long and Aziraphale sighed. Standing up and putting on new clothes he tucked his wings back in. He put on shoes and walked down the stairs into the book shop. He took in the smell of the books as he walked by to the front door.
Stepping outside he realized it had started to drizzle as a storm rolled in. Normally Aziraphale would have been happy and chipper as always, but the night before hurt to much for him to even put on a facade. He passed on breakfast, also an unusual occurrence.
Aziraphale just walked and walked. Letting his thoughts wander with no control and no idea where he was going. After a while he came back to his senses. Aziraphale found himself at a church, he supposed it made sense after all it was a Sunday morning. As Aziraphale approached the front door he nearly stopped dead in his tracks when he saw the Bentley sitting there driver stepping out.
Aziraphale could barely comprehend what was happening. No no no he canât be he wouldnât. Aziraphale thought in horror without really thinking he miracled both him and Crowley into the Bentley and locked the doors.
âWhat in the flying hell was that?!â Crowley shouted trying to unlock and open the drivers side door.
âYouâre a fucking Demon!â Aziraphale shouted back âChurches could discorporate you, and I canât bare to think what would happen if they threw holy water at you.â
âOh so now youâre just suddenly going to care what happens to me? Issss that really the road you want to go down?â Crowley said growing more agitated.
âIâve never stopped caring about you, you stupid demon!â Aziraphale said.
âY-y....â Crowley huffed and decided to hiss a very long hiss.
Aziraphale waited a couple moments after Crowley had let his frustration out âBetter?â
âNo.â Crowley replied âNo Iâm not.â Before Aziraphale could reply Crowley opened the door and bolted out into the parking lot. Aziraphale expected him to head into the church, but instead he opened his wings and took flight.
Aziraphale knew he had really done it this time he had broken Crowleyâs heart and he wasnât sure that he would ever get him back.
âShame you did seem to enjoy him.â A voice from the back seat of the Bentley spoke up.
Aziraphale looked in the rearview mirror to see Gabriel sitting there. âGabriel,â he said dryly âI didnât see you there.â
Gabriel chuckled âNo of course you didnât I just popped in after the demon left.â
âWhat could you possibly need or want from me?â
âOh nothing from you directly. Donât get me wrong you were decent at your job, sure some distractions came your way but you listened to instructions for the most part...â
âCould you please get on with it, I would prefer not to miss the service.â
âAnd not chase after your demon?â Gabriel taunted âYou know if you agree to letâs say desk work we would like to have you back, after all your feathers will be returned to their pristine state.â
âYou know my answer Gabriel.â
âEither way you will be useful.â
âYou canât be serious?â
âCall back your demon before I discorporate you.â Gabriel held a knife in his hand and was showing it off.
âHow is that supposed to make me scared?â Aziraphale replied âDisincorporation is something I can come back from.â
Gabriel smiled âSo glad you agree, now Iâm going to count to three call your demon back or I will stab you.â
âStabbing me does nothing.â
âYou really are thick arenât you?â Gabriel replied âOne ... two ... three.â Aziraphale stuck his wings out ripping his jacket and shirt in an attempt to deter Gabriel. The other angel saw it coming and ducked underneath the wings sticking the knife into Aziraphales side.
Aziraphale gasped in pain as the etherial weapon penetrated his side. Gold blood started oozing out of the entry point.
âIâll be back to collect your boyfriend.â Gabriel said cheerfully disappearing in a thin screen of smoke.
Crowley had flown up to the top of the nearest building. He wouldnât leave his car especially not at a church. He sighed watching the clouds move shivering. He hated winter and he hated cold rain. But at least it was peaceful. The clouds always fascinated him, and the wind caused the trees to shimmy. Perhaps the best part was it felt like he was the only person that mattered to him when he was up here.
A shrill noise disturbed him from his thoughts, âBlasted cars. SOMEBODY TURN THEIR BLOODY CAR ALARM OFF, IT WOKE ME UP!â He shouted hoping that the empathy humans carried would turn it off.
Suddenly in a gust of wind he caught a metallic smell. Similar to human blood but much heavier of a smell. Crowleyâs stomach sank quickly. He could feel his gut clenching at the smell. Crowley knew exactly who that smell belonged to.
He didnât waste time flying down to the church parking lot, instead choosing to miracle himself into the Bentleyâs driver seat. Turning off the car alarm he turned toward Aziraphale. The angel wasnât paying attention to him, but Crowley didnât mind that meant it was easier to look at the situation.
The angel was using his right hand to keep pressure on the wound. His other hand rested on top of the right. Crowley started the car trying to stay level headed.
âCrowley!â Aziraphale shouted giddily âI donât think Gabriel likes me.â He giggled.
âAngel are you alright?â Crowley asked tenderly, paying attention to the traffic he was trying to turn into.
âItâs only a flesh wound,â Aziraphale took a finger and touched the tip of Crowleyâs nose âYou are so clueless sometimes my dear.â
âHow much blood have you lost?â
âDoesnât matter he stabbed me with a butter knife, I do hope he washes it before he uses it for tea time.â
âGod damn it Aziraphale!â Crowley yelled as he changed a lane, surprisingly still under the speed limit. âHow much blood have you lost?â
Aziraphale thought âAre you a vampire?â
Crowley hissed âSleepâ he said, causing Aziraphale to sleep. He didnât want to do that he knew it was a risk, but his stupid Angel wouldnât shut up.
They were about 20 minutes from Tadfeild when Aziraphale opened his mouth again. âCrowley?â He sat up a little straighter grunting at the pain âyou canât be here.â
âI know love just relax.â Crowley said offering his left hand for Aziraphale to hold as he drifted back to sleep. Crowley hoped that Aziraphale wouldnât remember that when he woke up, after all he was mad at his angel.
âAnathema the Bentley is back!â Newt shouted from upstairs.
âI know I see it!â She shouted back leaving the house âAnthony Janthony Crowley I told you before and Iâll tell you again the answer is no Iâm not going to figure out how to unburn the other prophesy book...â Anathema stopped dead in her track at the sight of Aziraphale. âOh my god.â
âCan you help?â Crowley asked after miracleing them into the living room with Aziraphale on the couch.
âI think.â Anathema said standing up and grabbing supplies from the bathroom âIt might not work considering heâs an angel.â She projected.
âHow? I never said anything about him being an angel or me being a demon.â
Anathema smiled at Crowley as she spread the supplies out on the coffee table and began to address the wound on Aziraphaleâs side. âWhite wings gold blood. Pretty obvious, plus youâre always talking about your angel under your breath.â
Crowley nodded âMakes sense.â
Aziraphale woke up with Crowley in his serpent form curled up and lying on his chest under his shirt. Aziraphale figured he was asleep so he lye there taking in the small room he was in, very soon a young woman walked into the room with tea and biscuits. âI remember you from Armageddon.â Aziraphale said.
âI remember you too.â She said âIâm Anathema, Iâm glad to finally meet you Aziraphale.â
âHow did you know my name? Are you prophetic?â
Anathema smiled âNo not prophetic, that unfortunately did not make it down the genetic line. Crowley told me your name.â
âCrowley has been talking to you?â Aziraphale asked carefully sliding the demon out of his shirt and placing him on the back of the couch before sitting up.
âWell only asking for the book I burned and to patch him up when things got rough.â
âBurned book?â Aziraphale sat almost mourning the book he never met âWait did you say patching him up?â
âYes, sugar?â Anathema asked making a cup of tea.
âTwo and a splash of cream please.â Aziraphale said grabbing a biscuit for himself.
âCrowleyâs gotten in a couple fights with angels and demons the past month, Iâm surprised that you managed to avoid the skirmishes.â
Aziraphale glanced at Crowley, so thatâs what he had been doing. âI havenât seen him in a month. Then last night he decides heâs going to pop in and angelnap me.â
Anathema chuckled at the comment âHe was trying to keep you out of it.â
âAnd why would he do that?â
âWow you two really donât know.â
âDonât know what?â A shrill voice behind Aziraphale asked.
Anathema smiled again âTea?â She asked avoiding the question.
Crowley rolled his eyes, âDonât know what?â He repeated sliding down behind Aziraphale.
âThatâs a conversation the two of you are going to have to have.â Anathema took a sip of her own tea âIsnât that uncomfortable Crowley?â
âHeâs cold.â Aziraphale butted in.
âYeah cause a stupid angel decided to put me in a cold spot.â Crowley grumbled into Aziraphaleâs shoulder.
Aziraphale chuckled âWe best be on our way, I thank you for helping me with my wound and for the lovely tea.â Aziraphale stood up letting his wings show.
Crowley followed Aziraphale to the Bentley and stepped into the car. He sighed and turned on the heat to the car. Hearing the passengers side door opening he looked up in surprise to see Aziraphale come in.
Aziraphale took a deep breath âThank you for coming back. I should have listened to you in the beginning.â
âAw donât go all sentimental on me angel. Weâre both to blame.â Crowley was staring out the window. Aziraphale looked at the demons jaw line to find a hastily patched up scar. He reached out and rubbed it with his thumb. âGabriel.â Crowley said âHe caught me by surprise outside the Ritz.â
âWait you mean...â
âYeah. Thatâs why I stopped up I thought I saw him. Well I did, another step and the knife he threw probably wouldâve been lodged in my chest. Started to shift as I saw it coming, still grazed me.â
âI thought...â
âYeah I know what you thought Angel. And I donât blame you.â
âOh Crowley, why didnât you contact me?â
âI didnât want to put you in danger.â
âWhy?â
âWell because... because...â Crowley was struggling on getting the words out instead trying to focus on anything that wasnât in the car.
Aziraphale put his hand on the demons jaw and turned it to look in his serpent eyes. âBecause you love me.â Crowley just nodded almost embarrassed by the thought âMy dear, I feel the same way.â Aziraphale said as he pulled the demon in for a kiss. Aziraphale could feel the tips of his wings burning slightly and pulled away.
Crowley blinked and reached over to touch Aziraphaleâs right wing, âYour wings.â His voice cracked.
âYours too.â Aziraphale pointed out. The demon looked over his shoulder at the jet black wing, sure enough as Aziraphale pointed out the tips of his feathers looked almost pure white again.
âAngel Iâve got a question, what do I smell like?â
Aziraphale thought for a second âDark chocolate, campfires, and dead mice. Why?â Crowley just smiled and stole another kiss from Aziraphale.
First atempt to draw my sweet sylvari Evinara, the soulbeast. I still suck with hands, so, I hide them, same with the rest of the legs... :C
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