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Ahahahahahahah ohmygodddddd what the fuuuuuuuck MICHAEL SHEEN ahhhhhhhh
*walks out of the room*
*walks back in*
He called him the thin dark DUKE too
*screams*
*leaves again*
1941, Soho, Aziraphale's bookshop
There are three empty wine bottles on the table and a fourth between them on the floor, freshly opened. While the couch is in perfect condition, they had both ended up in front of it, leaning against it to keep themselves somewhat upright.
Crowley in particular is swaying on the spot, allowing Aziraphale to top off his cup and handing it to him with a stern look that said don't you dare leave wine stains on my furniture.
In the low candlelight, they keep drinking, and Crowley can't help but watch the flame flicker over his cheekbones, the grey shadows softening his lips, tracing the sparkle in his eyes when the angel turns his head to look at him; they're both equally drunk and happy to leave the day behind.
"Didya' listen to a single word I jus'said?"
His nose wrinkles adorably, eyelids flutter, and he licks a stray drop of wine from his lips. Crowley mirrors him without even noticing, too caught up in trying to keep himself from reaching out, plucking the glass from his hand, and tasting the wine on his tongue.
"I almost killed you," he says, voice more fragile than he expected it to be, and the annoyance etched into Aziraphale's forehead immediately bleeds away.
"You didn't, love, 'm all here."
Oh, Crowley wants, he wants to feel that pet name against his lips and hear it whispered into his ear in the middle of the night. He wants to curse heaven and hell alike and take as much as Aziraphale is willing to give; he has lived off of scraps of affection for centuries.
Somewhere in the distance, a bomb falls, rumbling through the ground and shaking their windows, and Crowley does not make a choice as much as he empties his glass in one go and stops holding his body back from taking what it desires.
Aziraphale's thighs are soft and warm, his pupils blown so wide his irises turn them into a lunar eclipse, and he carefully extracts his angel's wine glass from his fingers, downing the rest, and puts it to the side. His shades are... somewhere, and have been for quite a while, not that he cares.
Reality is blurry, his vision swims more than it is steady, and if anyone were to ask, he'd blame it all on the alcohol and the thrill of adrenaline. He wants to slide a hand up his neck and cup his face, so he does, fingers threading through silky hair.
"Angel?"
They both have to blink several times until they can focus on each other again, but once Aziraphale fully processes the demon in his lap and the decreasing distance between their lips, well, he has never said no to pleasure.
The first touch is tentative, but the next is a proper kiss, wine-slicked lips sliding against each other, mouths opening on their own accord. Hands on his back pull him in, closer and closer until there is no space left and he can feel Aziraphale's human heart beat beneath his own.
They kiss and kiss and kiss, dreading the approaching dawn, but for now they are safe in an ink-black cocoon of their own making, a bubble in time no one will be able to pop. It is 1941, and for a few hours, an angel and a demon become an us, the bombs singing in a horrible imitation of a nightingale.
When Crowley leaves in the grey morning light, sober and with a bitter taste in his mouth, he doesn't look back.
The next time they talk, the war is over, Crowley has gained a new collection of hellish scars all over his body, and neither of them ever brings up the night they tasted freedom for the first (and perhaps last) time.
“trust me,angel,you’ll enjoy it…”
aziraphale got his driving license 90 years ago
crowley drives a 90 year old car
aziraphale got his license the same year crowley got his bentley
I am very normal about them *sobbing quietly into my blanket*
Ok sorry but why is no one talking about Aziraphale’s most bad ass scene in the entire fucking show? Like yes I know it was hot when he corrected his name when Furfur was butchering it and yes it’s amazing, but how are we all sleeping on the utter majesty of
My brothers and sister in Christ. The growl. The stance. Did he swap again with Crowley? No, that is pure, raw bastard angel, serving up fresh cunt. If he had been holding his flaming sword in this scene, I would be posting this from the grave. Crowley would have instantly jizzed his pants and fell to the floor useless if he had seen this. This bitch ain’t soft, he’s rock hard and ready to FUCK. YOU. UP.
Parallels - Good Omens Seasons One & Two - Part One
I've been watching this on loop and sobbing for the past 3 hours, please send help.
If the show didn’t make you realise that Neil and Terry wrote the best relationship the world has ever seen… then this video will.
It would have been so easy for Crowley to not declare his love after Aziraphale interrupts and drops his bombshell. It’s so often the trope that someone finally works up the courage to confess something but is then interrupted and when asked, ‘what were you going to say?’ they respond with ‘Oh it wasn’t important’ or something along those lines.
That would have been the easy choice. There still could have been a fight, it still would have been devastating and all of that subtext and all of those unspoken feelings would still have been there but no, they decided to pull out every.single.stop. on the heartbreak front.
I think that was absolutely the right (and brave) decision for the level of drama needed and for that scene. And for their relationship.
But also, I just can’t stop thinking about WHAT IT MUST HAVE TAKEN for Crowley to do that.
He worked up the courage, was interrupted, was given horrendous, shattering news and then STILL DECLARED HIS LOVE ANYWAY
And yes he had to try and he had to make Aziraphale understand but THINK WHAT IT MUST HAVE COST HIM
And then even after the confession not working out and his heart being stomped on again HE STILL WENT FOR A KISS
HE PUT HIS WHOLE ENTIRE HEART ON THE LINE
FUCKING EVERYTHING HE HAD
Imagine what that would take for anyone, LET ALONE CROWLEY
😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
It was incredibly awesomely brave.
And then even after the kiss he still didn’t run. He stayed and watched and waited.
"You don't just see things in black and white. Sometimes, you've just gotta blur the edges."
good omens is fun to watch because david tennant brings to the table looking confusingly incredibly hot no matter what hes doing or wearing. meanwhile michael sheen brings to the table every emotion that has ever been experienced in the history of mankind