Every night, Crowley dreams. 

He is in the bookshop. He knows it by the scent of old lacquered wood and yellowed parchment, the cold whistle of wind through the cracks in the door, and the featherlight brush of the lingering miracles against his skin. 

In the bookshop, there is an angel. Crowley knows him by the scent of his cologne, the wrinkles in his lapel, and the bruise on his lips. 

Every night, Crowley tries again. He has reasoned, and pleaded, and begged, and yelled, and screamed, and…

Every night, the angel forgives him. 

Tonight, the question spills out of him like the frantic rush of a river, drowning the riverbank that had once held it at bay. "Is there a version of this where you stay with me?"

"There's always a version." The angel's voice is soft. It does not conceal the barbed wire woven into his tongue. "But it's not this version."

Crowley kisses him anyway. He swallows the sharp tang of iron that pools in his mouth. 

Every night, he wakes, alone. 

Aziraphale Is A Poodle, Actually

(Crowley is a Border Collie)

Crowley Is A Border Collie, Actually

(Aziraphale is a Poodle)

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I love that we have so many iterations of Crowley and Aziraphale and that each one brings something different to the table but at their core it's always a demon that has a spark of goodness deep down inside and an angel that is enough of a bastard to be worth liking and six thousand years of their besotted bullshit and utter uselessness in the face of the plot

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*I need everyone to know this is word for word from the radio drama, I did NOT exaggerate the horniness.

Based on this post which drew a parallel between Aziraphale's pose and the Virgin Mary

My unhinged crackfic contribution to good omens speculation is that Aziraphale will produce, through immaculate conception, a half angel baby (a nephilim?)

It appears as a falling star, and when the star alights in front of him in the form of a cooing, chubby-cheeked child with platinum blond curls and a half halo of divinity, Aziraphale will cradle it with trembling hands

And the angels in heaven will look upon the nephilim with expressions of horror

Because the nephilim will look up at Aziraphale with the innocence of a child and the eyes of a serpent

Imagine if s3 opens with Aziraphale, his eyes glowing like an archangel, commanding the hosts of Heaven to charge into battle

Imagine if Crowley is on the opposing side, the whites of his eyes consumed by his serpentine sclera, leading the legions of Hell to meet them

Imagine their eyes locking across the battlefield

Imagine Aziraphale raising a flaming sword

Imagine Crowley cracking a flaming forked whip

Imagine a blinding flash of light as the Supreme Archangel and the Grand Duke of Hell meet in a fiery clash

And then the episode transitions to "One Year Ago"

Imagine if we see the story of Aziraphale and Crowley's reconciliation amid growing tensions between heaven, hell, and humanity

Imagine if the story catches up to the battle in the prologue, to the war drums beating like a heart pumping blood

But this time, we see that Crowley and Aziraphale's weapons overshoot, never intending to hurt each other

Imagine if they clasp each other's free hand, eyes never leaving each other's face

"Trust me."

"I trust you."

The explosion drowns out the war drums

Imagine if, as the smoke clears, we see a pair of hands are still clasped tightly together, which zooms out to show an incredulous angel and a shocked demon, still staring at each other, the only beings still alive amid of a field of complete and utter destruction

"We did it."

Imagine if that's how Love brings down both Heaven and Hell

a painted veil (for all the stars in the sky) (3606 words) by pantheralupus Fandom: Good Omens (TV) Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley Summary:

After returning to Heaven, Aziraphale begins to regret his decision to leave Crowley. Then to his surprise, Crowley rejoins him. But all is not as it seems…

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