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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 3/8

Chapter summary

Through the mysterious mailbox, Crowley and Aziraphale get to know each other and their bond grows stronger...

On Ao3

Rating G - 3764 words

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3

April 15, 2024 - 7:00 a.m.

Crowley, his heart beating a little faster than usual, approached the mailbox from which the flag was raised.

He opened the flap and unfolded the note with slightly shaking fingers.

Thank you for this lovely gesture. I haven't stopped wearing it since I received it. But how did you know that tartan is one of my favorite things?

You tell me that this connection with me allows you to open up to others and not feel alone, and you ask me if I want to continue this correspondence?

I don't want to stop either! I feel the benefits in my life as much as you do.

I don't know if we'll ever meet, but I want to keep getting to know you and for you to get to know me.

Let me know what you like, what you don't like, what makes you tick, whatever you feel like writing.

Sincerely.

Aziraphale.

Crowley, not realizing he was holding his breath, let out a sigh of relief, tucked the letter in his pocket, and left. He had to get to work before he could write. It was no longer a matter of writing a short note; he wanted to take the time to think before he could answer Aziraphale.

As he walked through the school gates a few hours later, even though he loved his job, for once he couldn't wait for the day to be over.

April 17, 2022

Aziraphale was reading Crowley's latest letter, a steaming cup of tea beside him, sitting in what had become his special Crowley corner, the armchair in front of the bay window.

As for the tartan, I was really acting on a hunch, I saw this scarf and thought you'd like it.

A little more about me:

I became an astronomy teacher because I've always loved the stars and planets. I lived in a country village as a child and was fascinated by the night sky.

My favorite color is red, although I pretty much only wear black.

My favorite spirit is Talisker and I love spicy food.

Queen is the best band! (I won't accept any arguments to the contrary).

My favorite book is Persuasion by Jane Austen.

I love to drive my old Bentley.

I'm afraid of fire.

I can't stand cruelty, condescension, and lying, especially people who lie to themselves.

And I hate people who feed bread to ducks (it's not good for them).

I love the lake house.

Aziraphale laughed slightly at the humorous tone of the letter, then finished his tea before fetching his notepad to begin writing his reply.

April 19, 2024

Crowley, sitting cross-legged on his sofa, Harry curled up in a ball on his lap, read the latest letter from Aziraphale.

I love old things, especially old books. In my antique shop, the only thing I refuse to sell are old books. I prefer to keep them for myself.

I love restoring old furniture and objects to their former glory.

I also drive an old car, an old yellow Beetle from 1941.

My favorite book is Pride and Prejudice, but Persuasion is a close second.

I listen to my favorite classical music on an old gramophone, but I also have Queen records. (Which I listen to sometimes and I won't deny that they are the best band).

I like to draw, or rather make sketches that I never finish.

My favorite drink is sherry and occasionally a good glass of French red wine from Bordeaux. I love sweets more than anything and especially French crêpes.

I also dislike lies, prejudices, and gratuitous meanness - well, just plain meanness.

I also like the lake house. A lot. A lot. (All the more, since it seems to be what made our connection possible.)

As for the ducks, what should I feed them if I see any on the lake?

How did you come to live at the lake house?

Crowley reread the letter, folded it, and placed it in the small metal box where he'd put the others before going to bed and thinking about what he'd answer the next day.

April 21, 2022

It was a day of rest, and Aziraphale was still in his bathrobe when he left the house to see if there was any mail. He was pleasantly surprised to see that Crowley had already replied, if the little flag was to be believed. He refused to think about the fact that his heartbeat had quickened for that reason, attributing it to the fact that he'd been walking a little faster than usual.

He took the letter and read it over his breakfast, Harry munching on a lettuce leaf at his feet.

Frozen peas. The ducks love them and it's good for them.

I rented the lake house after I graduated from university. I needed some space and peace.

It was the strangest place I'd ever seen.

I couldn't imagine anyone building it. In fact, I couldn't imagine anyone building it and not living in it. I liked the way it seemed to float above the water. I liked the path that led to it. I don't know why, it has a strange, timeless charm.

April 23, 2024

Crowley, during a break between classes, took Aziraphale's answer out of his pocket and read it again.

I now have a bag of frozen peas in my freezer. I'm ready for the ducks.

Regarding the lake house, I so agree with you.

The fact that you have to walk so much to get to the front door, it's like you have to earn the right to enter the house. Every time I walk up the path, it's like I'm on a quest, and the prize is the right to enter.

I'm sorry, I must sound a little eccentric.

April 24, 2022

During his lunch break and throughout the day, Aziraphale read and reread the last words from Crowley.

Please don't apologize. Not to me for being who you are.

You can be eccentric. You can be anything you want.

Aziraphale had always felt different, in both his personal and professional life choices, never accepted by his own family for who he was, so Crowley's words eased some of his inner struggles.

He couldn't ignore the warm feeling in his chest at this affirmation from someone he'd never met.

There was someone in this world who accepted him for who he was.

You can be anything you want.

A few weeks passed as Crowley and Aziraphale continued their strange correspondence.

It was late spring now, and yet the wind was blowing strongly on this early morning in London as Crowley walked briskly to the academy.

As he always did these days, he smiled at the thought of Aziraphale's latest letter, already thinking of what he would write back.

His phone began to vibrate in his pocket, snapping him out of his thoughts, and he reached for it to answer the call.

Seeing the name on the screen, he said in a cold voice, "Yes?"

He held back a sigh of annoyance as he listened to his caller and then replied, "Look, this isn't easy for me either. You know... no, I'm not angry that you called. It's just that... I'm sorry, I have to go to work and I..."

He approached the school and didn't want to continue this conversation as more and more students entered.

After listening to the arguments on the other end of the line, he replied firmly, "I don't think that's a good idea. No, Furfur, I'm asking you not to come. Because we need more time... Especially if we want to stay friends. I just don't think we should... Look, I'm on my way to work, so we'll talk. Bye."

Crowley sighed again and shook his head as he walked out the large front door.

"Don't tell me you've lost your motivation already."

Crowley looked up and, meeting Mrs. Tracy's gaze, replied, the smile back on his lips, "Absolutely not."

"That's fortunate. Eric has the flu and we need someone to cover his classes while he's out. Since your resume says you majored in art, I was wondering if..."

"No problem! I'm happy to oblige. Just don't blame me for associating it with astronomy."

"I'm already happy to have someone, I'm not going to be picky. You can check Eric's schedule with the assistant and then make arrangements. Thank you, Crowley, really. If it weren't for the exams, I wouldn't have asked you."

Crowley replied kindly, his expression open to show her he meant it sincerely, "No worries, really."

On the contrary, he was pleased to see that even though he was the last to arrive, he was trusted.

However, at the end of the week, when he came home with his arms full of groceries, he thought maybe he should have thought before saying yes, because he was literally exhausted. He hadn't realized how much time and energy it would take to do the work of two people.

Luckily, Eric was back at work by Monday.

But despite his exhaustion, nothing could stop him from going looking for Aziraphale's letter, which must have been waiting for him at the lake house for days.

Less than two hours and a few speeding violations later, he parked in front of the mailbox in a cloud of dust, and a few seconds later, leaning against his car, he eagerly read the letter.

Hello, pen pal.

It's been a while since you last wrote.

I hope all is well.

Several words were crossed out before the letter continued in Aziraphale's elegant handwriting.

It's ridiculous, just a few words to write, and it makes me sound like a babbling teenager (if there's such a thing as sound when it comes to a letter).

Well, I'll write it: I MISS YOU

It was obvious that the last words had been written with determination, probably as much for the author as for the recipient.

Crowley felt a strange warmth in his chest. He, too, had missed the correspondence, more, he had missed Aziraphale's words, so he hurried to reply and put the letter in the box before heading home.

Parking the car in front of the mailbox, Aziraphale decided to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when he saw the little flag raised.

He took the letter out of the box, and once he was home and Harry was fed, the antiquarian went to his favorite spot to read it.

It's been a tough week.

I've had to take a sick colleague's classes and have only had the strength to go to bed at night (and feed Harry, of course), and I feel like it's been a century since I've looked at the sky or seen a bloody tree. That's what I miss. The nature that surrounded me at the lake house.

It's not so bad when I'm busy. It's when I have a minute to breathe, to look around, that it seems really hard.

I wonder what I'm doing here, alone, in this gray city. I miss the trees.

PS: I missed you too. A lot.

June 15, 2022 - 7:00 pm

Aziraphale left the house with a medium-sized tree and gardening tools in the trailer attached to the Beetle and headed for London.

June 15, 2022 - 8:55 p.m.

Arriving at Crowley's address, in front of the construction site he'd seen the other night with Muriel, Aziraphale parked the Beetle. He took out a shovel, put on the gardening gloves he had in his pocket, and after finding the ideal spot in front of the construction site where Crowley's future home would be, began digging a hole. With the help of a rope and a lot of sweat, he managed to get the tree into the hole and covered its roots with the soil and potting soil he'd brought.

Half an hour later, at 9:30 p.m., he stood in front of his work with his hands on his hips and said quietly, "I hope this will work."

June 15, 2024 - 9:30 pm

Halfway between the school and his apartment, Crowley saw rain gathering in the sky and began to pick up his pace as he realized he didn't have an umbrella. Suddenly, a rumble of thunder could be heard in the distance, and as he ran almost the entire distance to his apartment, the rain began to fall.

Of course, he was completely soaked as he ran the last few meters to the front door of the building. He fumbled for his keys, dropped them, and grew increasingly frustrated as the rain poured down on him, when suddenly it stopped.

Which surprised him because it seemed to be falling everywhere around him except on him.

He looked up.

Above him, the thick green branches of a young tree formed a canopy that swayed in the rain just above Crowley. That tree hadn't been there a second ago, but now it was sheltering him, and Crowley stared at it, mouth agape.

June 15, 2022 - 9:37 p.m.

Aziraphale smiles as he tosses the shovel into the Beetle's trailer before heading home.

June 15, 2024 - 9:37 pm

Crowley, overcome with emotion, smiled broadly and, knowing that only Aziraphale could be responsible for it, whispered to him, though the other man could not hear him, "Thank you, my friend."

Raindrops fell through the green branches, but Crowley didn't care as he danced with joy under the tree, his face turned skyward.

2022 - A few days later

Muriel stood on the small path in front of the lake house and exclaimed, "Wow!"

Aziraphale motioned for them to follow him inside, and Muriel entered, still stunned by the house, before asking, "So this is where you've been hiding?"

Aziraphale smiled back, "Yes. Would you like some tea or something stronger?"

Muriel replied quietly as they looked around, "Tea is perfect."

Aziraphale took two cups from the cupboard, poured the tea and they sat down in the chairs in front of the bay window.

They talked for a while about the new house, for Muriel, as usual, had a lot of questions and Aziraphale was happy to answer them.

Muriel finished their cup of tea, put it down, and with a more serious expression, they said quietly, "Aziraphale. I didn't just come here to escape my miserable existence in the city. I've come to talk to you about HH and to ask you to come back with us. We need you."

Aziraphale shook his head vigorously, "HH? Sorry, Muriel, but no."

His friend insisted, "But if you talk to her..."

"Forget it, Mother doesn't want me back. I don't want to come back. Everybody's happier now."

Muriel argued anyway, "What about your work? Your work was great. Even she admitted that. Look, I know it's hard, but if you put aside your problems with her..."

"I said forget it," Aziraphale replied, this time in a firm tone before softening, "I'm really sorry, Muriel. It's just that... I like it here. And I like my job at the shop."

Muriel replied gently with a slightly sheepish look, "At least I tried," then after a few seconds they asked with a mischievous twinkle in their eyes, "Are you seeing anyone?"

After a slight hesitation that didn't go unnoticed, Aziraphale shook his head.

"Why did you hesitate?"

"I didn't hesitate."

"Yes, you did."

Aziraphale said in a voice he knew was a little unconvincing, "I... I'm not committed to anyone, okay?"

"Okay," Muriel replied, smiling amusedly before continuing, "I'm just saying you might want to think about the future."

Aziraphale laughed.

He couldn't stop himself.

Think about the future.

For God's sake, he was communicating with someone who lived two years in the future.

Muriel looked at him as if he'd gone mad, "What?"

Aziraphale continued to laugh.

"What?"

A few days later, with Crowley's letter open in the passenger seat of his Beetle, Aziraphale drove to Waterloo East Station, near Westminster School.

He parked, picked up the letter, and got out, heading for the station entrance.

About the same time, two years ago, I lost something.

At Waterloo East station.

I was taking the train home to my parents and left it on the platform. See if you can find it for me. I won't tell you what it is.

Then drop it in the mailbox.

It's your mission if you decide to accept it.

The exact date and time is on the back of the letter.

Aziraphale couldn't resist a challenge, so he found himself searching for an object he knew nothing about. He wandered around the station, scanning the few people who were there.

He looked for a single man and saw none. Only a few families and an elderly couple.

He continued his search when suddenly, through the window overlooking the platform, he saw a man with short red hair get up and prepare to board the train.

Aziraphale's heart leapt, he wasn't sure if it was Crowley, but he had this deep intuition that it was, and if it was, oh my God, his pen pal was incredibly handsome.

Aziraphale hurried through the door to the platform where he was standing and was about to approach him when he stopped abruptly.

The red-haired man was embracing another curly-haired man who had his back to Aziraphale.

They kissed quickly and embraced again before parting.

Neither of them noticed that Crowley, for it was undoubtedly Crowley, had left a book on the bench behind them. Aziraphale had seen it, but he didn't dare come any closer and decided to wait and watch, a slight twinge in his heart that he chose to ignore.

A voice over the loudspeaker announced the train's imminent departure.

Crowley gave the other man a sad smile before boarding the train, obviously reluctantly.

The one who appeared to be Crowley's lover didn't move and watched the train pull away until it was completely out of sight. He didn't notice the book. Aziraphale watched him go, and when he was far away, he approached the bench. He looked at the book that Crowley had left behind. It was a well-worn copy of Jane Austen's Persuasion.

It had definitely been Crowley.

Crowley impatiently made his way to the mailbox, thinking that Aziraphale might already have gone to the station. He was not deterred when he saw the small flag raised.

He opened it, disappointed not to see the book, but only a note. With just one question.

What are you doing on July 1st?

Crowley replied immediately on the same piece of paper, and just as he was about to leave, he heard the characteristic sound of a small flag being raised and returned to the mailbox and opened it. He grabbed the note and unfolded it.

C: I have no plans. Why do you ask?

A: If you remember, the village celebrates summer with fireworks on the lake.

Would you like to watch them together?

From the lake house. The fireworks on the lake are wonderful.

C: I know, I used to watch them from the house when I lived there. You're not asking me out, are you?

A: No, no. I just thought it would be nice to do the same thing, that's all.

C: The same, but two years apart.

A: It's better than staying home.

C: Okay. Let's go see the fireworks.

A: See you in 10 days.

July 1st at 10 p.m. in front of the mailbox.

Aziraphale didn't wait for an answer and walked happily back into the house. Even though he'd denied it, it still felt like a date of sorts. Perhaps Crowley would agree to tell him more about his mysterious companion.

July 1, 2022/2024 - 10 p.m.

Two years apart, in the same spot, Crowley and Aziraphale sat next to the mailbox. Aziraphale brought one of the chairs from the garden and Crowley brought an old folding camping seat from his car.

They were both armed with notepads and pencils.

The strange, timeless conversation resumed, still punctuated by the little flag going up and down.

C: Did you go to the train station? I never got my book. You're not going to keep it like all your old books, are you?

A: Let me keep it for a while. I want to read it. By the way, I've been meaning to ask you.

Who was the other man at the train station? Was he your boyfriend?

Why didn't you tell me about him?

The way the questions were asked gave Crowley the impression that Aziraphale was jealous, but he didn't want to get the wrong idea.

C: You don't talk to me about your love life either.

A: Because I don't have one. God, I can't believe you didn't tell me you were married.

C: I'm not married, you idiot. We split up when I moved to London.

I'm single now.

The fireworks have just started.

A: They've started here too.

I'm sure yours are better because they're supposed to get better every year.

C: Probably. Let's enjoy the show.

Then, during the fireworks, the flag didn't move for a while. But the noise did not drown out the sound of their hearts beating in their ears.

Then, as the last bouquet ended and silence fell, the flag suddenly rose, startling Crowley.

A: At the station, when I saw you... I didn't expect... I mean, you didn't tell me you were gorgeous...

Crowley gasped, then blushed at the compliment. He looked around, embarrassed, even though he knew no one was there.

C: That's not fair.

You've seen me, but I still don't know what you look like.

Aziraphale ran his hand over his face and figured that since it was the night of truth, he might as well go for it.

A: You're right.

I would like to know what I'll look like in two years. Why don't we meet in the future and you can tell me what you think?

Crowley thought, then looked at his watch; it was 10:43 p.m. He took a deep breath, suddenly excited and nervous, then wrote quickly.

C: Why don't you call me on July 1, 2024 at 10:45 p.m.?

Just as Crowley was about to raise the flag after dropping the note in the mailbox, the phone in his pocket began to vibrate, nearly knocking him out of his chair.

Heart pounding, without looking at it, he pulled the phone out of his pocket and picked it up, "Hello?"

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A damaged author can't write the next chapter... so don't hit me for this cliffhanger...

Still not beta'd

Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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#good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale x crowley #crowley x aziraphale #human au #alternate universe

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nightgoodomens · 8 months

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Michael Sheen retweeted this and my love for him grows every time he calls his Angel out on his bullshit and sides with poor Crowley

#Michael sheen #the legend #he loves Aziraphale enough to call him out on his bullshit #and he loves Crowley to admit when he is treated like shit #good omens #crowley #ineffable fandom #good ineffable omens #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable idiots #ineffable lovers #aziraphale #aziracrow

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eviebane · 7 months

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Good Omens + text posts

#aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #good omens #aziracrow #goodomens #ineffable divorce #good omens 2 #gomens #gomens 2 #ineffable idiots #ineffable dumbasses #ineffable spouses #ineffable partners #ineffable boyfriends #eviebane textpost

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bildadthefuckingshuite · 20 days

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Im working in the next chapter of INEFFABLE BOYFRIENDS!!!

Dont panic, everything Will be Fine!

Hope you like the art :]

#ineffable boyfriends #good omens #aziracrow #crowley #ineffable husbands #fanart #illustration #drawing #art #artists on tumblr #crowley x aziraphale #aziraphale sleep with Crowleys shirt

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heohl-art · 4 months

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Since so many of you all liked the light in my other Good Omens drawing, more sunset fluff for you✨

• You and I, shinin' together •

I love them, I love this fandom, I love all of you✨

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coolfandomfairy · 8 months

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The fact that Aziraphale chose to listen to Shostakovich among all other classical composers says a lot.

Shostakovich was one of the brightest musicians of his time in the USSR. His ideas and music had revolutionary themes and pictures repressive power of Soviet Leaders.

Back then, Soviet Union eliminated anyone who thought differently or had different opinions on how the state should be governed and how people should live in there.

Shostakovich was terrified of the government and, for a while, stopped releasing his creative music, instead keeping a low profile and went with the flow until he didn’t.

I DONT KNOW WHAT THIS BASTARD IS DOING. But I believe in him. I think he has a plan.

Aziraphale, you go, girl ✨

#good omens #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #good omens 2 #ineffable boyfriends #david tennant #michael sheen

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gracenmoe · 5 months

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crowley is me talkin about my hyperfixations

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thethingswedotomorrow · 7 months

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I love the Good Omens 'Night at Crowley's Flat' trope where after stopping the apocalypse in season 1, they go to Crowley's Flat and talk and kiss and fall in love and have a peaceful night, I do.

BUT

What if the night became 'The Night an Angel and a Demon Get Insanely Drunk and Teach Each Other How to Act'

Because honestly

They go to the flat, and ALL they know is they are going to have to swap themselves if they want to survive and finally be free from Heaven and Hell

But they have absolutely NO clue how to pull it off successfully

Sure, they know each other in and out.

Aziraphale has Crowley's eye color committed to memory (and also to paper, since Aziraphale spent 4-5 years in the late 80s trying to find a craft store in London that could help him do the color justice)

Crowley could find his angel in a crowd of millions (and not even just because only one single person in that crowd would be dressed in that ridiculous shade of tartan)

BUT they know they have to truly get this right, down to the exact detail.

So, naturally, they start by promptly opening the closest bottle of scotch that Crowley had available

Crowley was convinced this would be the easiest thing they've ever done

"Only you, Angel, would find a way to worry yourself to death AFTER stopping an apocalypse"

They begin with the easy part, switching corporations and clothing.

It was easy. Until Aziraphale realized he had to actually physically move in the very, very tight pants Crowley prefers.

The first three times he tries walking, he falls face down. And each time, realizes how it's equally hard to get back up again.

Not to mention that Crowley's corporation had learned that after 6000 years, it didn't really need all those vertebrae and bones since he never used them anyways

So now Aziraphale is just laying on the floor in terribly tight pants, very confused on how Crowley has managed all this time

(Crowley is also on the floor, having dropped there laughing after the 2nd attempt)

After they both get up (one much faster than the other) Crowley tries coaching the angel on how to walk like him

Until Crowley realizes he doesn't actually know how he walks, he just sort of wills himself forward and hopes his limbs keep up with him along the way

Eventually, after enough drinks, they settle on a technique called "Just pretend all your limbs are snakes. And you're a snake. Honestly, just as snake-y as you can manage, Angel."

Aziraphale, as difficult as this was for him, figures out that he may have gotten the easy side of this situation here. Crowley very much disagrees.

"Once an Angel, well, definitely not always an Angel, but close enough right?"

He very quickly realizes he may be wrong when Aziraphale asks Crowley to copy his walk

"Dear Lord Crowley, it cannot be that hard. You simply have to walk in a straight line"

It was indeed that hard.

Crowley has all his vertebrae now, but no knowledge of how they should be used

He tries to hold his hands behind his back and march forward, walking in what he thinks is probably, on some plane of reality, maybe a straight line

He's convinced that he's the perfect image of a stereotypical angel, head held high, an air of 'holier than thou' surrounding him

When Crowley asks Aziraphale, he only says, "Well, I suppose it will have to do for now."

Internally, Aziraphale thinks of the fact that Crowley looked identical to a bumbling penguin walking on ice.

When Crowly sits down, very pleased with himself for an impeccable performance ("As always, Angel. I've still got it." Aziraphale uncaps the vodka and drinks straight from the bottle, just staring into the distance.

He has just realized that their existence hinges on whether Crowley can figure out how to sit on a chair like a proper being with appendages and a spine.

And the odds are not in their favor, if they way the demon is sprawled out on the couch (reminding Aziraphale suddenly of a very well-done noodle, and suddenly he's starting to wonder if humans had the right idea with stress eating) is any indication

Crowley announces that he refuses to utter the words tickety boo, even if faced with destruction

"Honestly I think I'd rather have the holy water at that point" "Crowley." "I swear you just make sounds up sometimes, those aren't even real words"

4 bottles (and a very large order of takeout) later, they've got the act down well enough that it's starting to weird Crowley out

"Angel, seriously, enough with the nose. When have I ever done that with my nose? Exactly zero amount of times. I'm not a rabbit"

2 bottles later and Aziraphale has miracled Harry the Rabbit into the flat for a reason they can't quite remember

But they've got music playing from somewhere in the corner, and plenty of drinks, and the night goes on into the morning, and then they're sobering up and marching out for the most dramatic acting of their lives

And the world hasn't ended yet, so they'll probably be fine. Probably.

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zevampirex · 11 months

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The cat version of the s2 generic. Fluffy little guys, dry and warm 🥰 I didn't think to post this on so soon but I feel I will be really inspire by the new trailler in a few hours and I will forget it!

#good omens #illustration #art #good omens fanart #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #aziraphale #crowley #good omens cat #crowly x aziraphale #aziraphale and crowley

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meanwhile-at-the-cottage · 2 days

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Today Aziraphale surprised Crowley after dinner with a vintage bottle of red they had shared in France in the early 1700s. Crowley immediately poured them each a glass and lounged in the garden, the wine in one hand and Aziraphale’s hand in the other.

#good omens #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable lovers #meanwhile at the cottage #south downs cottage

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sincka · 24 days

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GOOD OMENS S3 IS FILMING IN JANUARY 🥹

CAN'T WAIT TO SEE THEM LIKE THIS AGAIN—

#good omens #good omens season 3 #good omens s3 #neil gaiman #aziracrow #aziraphale #crowley #aziraphale fell #anthony j crowley #michael sheen #david tennant #ineffable wives #ineffable boyfriends #ineffable husbands #ineffable idiots #ineffable spouses #ineffable divorce #ineffable fandom

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mimisempai · 2 days

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I'll find you at the end of the road - Chap 2/8

Chapter summary

The mystery thickens, then becomes clearer... a mysterious correspondence is being born...

On Ao3

Rating G - 4665 words

Chap 1 - Chap 2 - Chap 3

Alone in the teachers' lounge, Crowley tried to pour himself a cup of coffee despite his shaking hands, but had to put the cup down and take several deep breaths to calm himself.

He didn't hear the headmistress enter and jumped at the sound of her voice.

"Ah, you're here."

Mrs Tracy had grabbed the coffee pot and filled Crowley's cup before handing it to him, "I know about the accident near St James Park. I had to go there because a class from our academy was on the bus. Luckily none of them were hurt. The paramedics, who knew you were a teacher here, told us you fought really hard for that man."

Crowley sighed, "And yet, everything I've done hasn't been enough. No matter how well I know first aid, no matter how regularly I take refresher courses, it hasn't been enough."

He paused, took a sip of coffee, and continued, "I have to get back to class. There's nothing like work to take your mind off things."

He emptied his cup in one gulp before heading for the door.

"Crowley?"

Crowley stopped and turned to find himself face to face with the headmistress who had followed in his footsteps. Mrs. Tracy placed her hand on his shoulder and said quietly, "Do me a favor. On your day off, get as far away from here as you can. Will you? Go somewhere you feel good...a place that brings you peace."

Throat tightening, Crowley nodded before continuing on his way.

Aziraphale left the lake house and walked to his Beetle parked by the mailbox. Before getting into his car, he placed a letter in the box, raised the flag, and drove to his store.

At the same time, Crowley decided to follow Mrs. Tracy's advice and took his car to Ditchling. The lake had always given him a sense of serenity, so he drove north of the small village.

The day was clear and bright, and a gentle breeze rustled the leaves on the trees.

Before reaching the lake, he stopped at the small local grocery store, whose owners he knew well, to buy his lunch and a drink.

He greeted them as he entered the store: "Hello Frank, hello Bill!"

Frank walked over to him and, after giving him a hug, exclaimed, "We haven't seen you in a while. How are things in the city?"

Crowley shrugged and replied in a neutral tone, "Fine. I'm getting used to it."

Bill, who had joined them, hugged him in turn before asking inquisitively, "What are you doing here?"

Crowley swallowed the lump that formed in the back of his throat whenever he thought of the tragedy in St. James Park, then replied quietly, "I just had to get out of the city. I needed some fresh air and I missed the peaceful life here."

Bill nodded vigorously, "I hear you, for nothing in the world would I want to go back to city life."

Suddenly, Frank bent his head to the ground and said quietly, "What's the matter, sweetie?"

Crowley followed his gaze and saw a little boy hiding behind Frank's leg, then exclaimed, "Hey, Joel, how you've grown! How old are you now?"

"Two." Frank replied as the little boy raised his hand and showed two fingers. "Say hello to Crowley, Joel, you like him, don't you?"

"Hi Cwoly!"

The little boy, all shyness gone, stretched out his arms to Crowley, who took him in his arms and planted a loud kiss on his forehead, making Joel giggle.

They chatted for a few moments, then Crowley, already in a better mood after spending time with this kind family, left with his sandwich and drink, heading for the lake house, hoping there was no new occupant yet.

Arriving at the lake house, Crowley first checked to make sure no one was there, then got out of the car and walked along the house and down to the edge of the lake, where he found a rock large enough for him to sit on. He sat there for a long time, admiring the lake, whose surface was so smooth he could see the sky reflected in it. After eating his sandwich, he closed his eyes and threw his head back, enjoying the gentle breeze that seemed to sweep away his dark thoughts. Much later, as the sun began to set over the horizon and the temperature cooled, he told himself it was time to go home, but he wasn't in any hurry.

As he was getting into his car, he noticed the flag raised on the mailbox. Wondering if his letter was still in the box, he opened it out of curiosity. Inside was a plain envelope, different from the one he'd put there. He took it, and to his surprise, it was addressed to him.

Crowley sat down in the car parked in front of the house and began to read the letter.

I got your letter. Is this some kind of joke?

Because if it's not, I don't get it.

Crowley frowned at the tone of the letter and continued reading.

I am not the "next tenant" for the simple reason that there was no previous tenant.

The lake house has been unoccupied for over twenty years.

At first I thought maybe you'd come to the wrong place.

But then, how would you know about the paw prints?

Crowley was now completely confused. He thought for a moment, then fumbled in his satchel for a pen and paper and began to write.

Aziraphale parked the Beetle, happy to have finally finished his day's work, and saw that the mailbox flag had been raised. Slightly excited, he opened the box and saw that there was a letter inside, immediately recognizing the handwriting of Crowley, the so-called former tenant. He looked at it as he walked up to the house and saw that it came from the same address Crowley had given him to forward his letter to, 33 Great Marlborough Street, London.

Once inside, Aziraphale jumped as he felt something pass between his legs, nearly knocking him over. It was the rabbit that had left the paw prints. Apparently, it had decided to live here and had figured out how to get in.

Great, now he'd have to figure out what a rabbit would need.

But leaving that aside for now, he opened Crowley's letter and began to read.

The next day, after closing the store, Aziraphale waited beside the Beetle in front of a huge building that exuded opulence and majesty and dominated by the two familiar letters HH, Heavenly Home. Brand of luxury furnishings.

His eyes were fixed on the people coming out of it, and he smiled as soon as he saw the familiar slender figure with the even more familiar brown curl coming out of the main swinging door.

"Muriel!"

As soon as they saw him, Muriel exclaimed, "Aziraphale! What are you doing here? You're supposed to be busy in your little shop, surrounded by all those old things you love so much."

He didn't take it badly, for his friend and former colleague had said this in an affectionate tone, and Aziraphale replied gently, "I'm never too busy to look up an old friend and offer them a drink, or even dinner."

Muriel replied with a broad smile, "That makes me so happy."

Then Aziraphale sheepishly added, "I had something to do not far from here, and I thought why not combine the pleasant with the useful."

Muriel hugged him and then said softly, "I am so happy to see you. I miss you so much, you know. It's not the same without you here."

Over his shoulder, Aziraphale froze as he saw another familiar figure leave the building.

Their eyes met over Muriel's shoulder and Aziraphale murmured, "The Almighty.

As the woman walked at a brisk pace, Muriel put a hand on Aziraphale's arm and said in a slightly reproachful tone, "She is your mother, after all."

Aziraphale took a deep breath and said calmly, "Come on, let's go."

A short time later, they were both sitting in a small restaurant, chatting animatedly about the latest news, happy to catch up.

Muriel asked, "So how's life as an antiquarian?"

Aziraphale smiled before answering, "Well, it's been a challenge starting out on my own, it's one thing to do it as a hobby, sometimes it's frustrating depending on the clientele, but basically I..."

Muriel interrupted with a smile, "Say no more, you're having fun. I can see that. You seem to be blossoming."

Aziraphale nodded and replied, "It's true, I'm my own boss too, and on the whole it works out pretty well."

Muriel clinked her wine glass against their friend's and said gently, "I'm so happy for you."

"By the way, I bought a house..."

Muriel's eyes widened and she exclaimed, "So your business is doing really well!"

Aziraphale chuckled.

"I have mortgaged to my underwear, but I don't regret it."

"You never regretted leaving HH?"

Aziraphale shook his head and replied, "As much as I know you love working there, that big, cold, sterile corporation just isn't for me. When Mother set it up after my father died, she promised there would be an antique furniture restoration department for me, but she got lost in the race for power and never kept her promise." He swallowed a sip of wine before continuing, "Does she ever ask about me?"

Muriel shook their head, "She's too busy getting new contracts and I don't think she likes me very much, I guess she thinks I'm dim. I even thought she was going to fire me today because I didn't make enough sales."

Aziraphale put his hand on theirs and said gently, "Don't worry, you know her tantrums, she'll be her old self tomorrow."

They dropped the subject of his mother and continued to chat happily the rest of the evening, neither of them noticing the passing of time.

As they left the restaurant, Aziraphale offered to drop Muriel off at their place before heading back to the lake house.

As he started, he said to his friend, "If you don't mind, I'd like to mail a letter before I go, which is what I came for in the first place."

Muriel nodded and five minutes later he parked the Beetle on a street corner and walked around looking for the address on Crowley's letter.

He muttered to himself, "33 Great Marlborough St."

Muriel, who had followed him, asked, "What is it?"

Aziraphale looked around in confusion and replied, "I'm not sure."

His friend insisted, "Who lives there?"

He shook his head and replied, "I don't really know."

Aziraphale triple-checked, but he was in the right place, no doubt about it. The problem was that at this address there was only a recently dug foundation, a sign announcing a new building soon, but no habitable structure.

He checked the address one last time, and then he noticed something strange.

It was dated March 27, 2024.

Crowley walked the school hallways, examining the last letter from Aziraphale he'd found in the box. He read it for the fourth time and still didn't understand it.

There must be some mistake, I tried to deliver the letter personally, to the address you gave me, but there is no property at 33 Great Marlborough St, it's just a pile of rubble.

By the way, the date isn't right either.

Crowley scribbled a note and as soon as the class was over, he went to put the letter in the box.

At the lake house, Aziraphale leaned against the kitchen counter, reading the latest letter he'd received.

I got your last letter.

I don't know if you'll get my answer, but I want to get to the bottom of it.

By the way, for some reason the mail isn't coming to my address in London. I still have to pick it up by car. Anyway, all this is to say that I didn't make a mistake with the address.

I know where I live, thanks! Okay, it's ugly, but it's not a pile of rubble either. I live on the fourth floor of a rather new building.

And last but not least, I'm not stupid, I live in 2024.

Aziraphale laughed darkly at what seemed to be a silly joke and continued reading.

Just out of curiosity, what year do you think it is?

A few days later, sitting on his sofa with a glass of wine in his hand, Crowley studied the latest note from Aziraphale.

I'm living in 2022

SO PLEASE STOP BULLSHITTING ME.

Crowley laughed in disbelief and Harry looked at him before jumping up on the sofa and cuddling up to him.

He stroked the rabbit and thought before getting up and walking over to his dresser where he pulled out a shoebox full of photos.

He began to look through the photos. He came across one he'd forgotten, of himself when he was younger with his then-boyfriend, Furfur. They were in each other's arms, laughing, looking very much in love.

He looked at it for a second, then put it away and continued his search.

Finally, he found the photo he was looking for. It showed Crowley and a group of people out at night, wearing t-shirts and jeans as snow fell around them.

He turned it over and on the back was a date printed by the developer, APRIL 3, 2022.

The wind was blowing hard as Aziraphale arrived home to find the flag on the mailbox raised. Inside was a new letter from Crowley, which he grabbed before running up the path to the house as the sky began to darken.

After being greeted by the rabbit that had nearly knocked him down again, he read the letter while preparing his meal.

Since you don't believe me, I'll give you a little warning.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

I remember because it suddenly snowed at the beginning of April and for a long time.

After that, everyone got sick.

Aziraphale rolled his eyes. Then he looked at the calendar to see that today was April 3rd and continued reading.

So, my mysterious pen pal, if you really are where... or when... you say you are... I hope you're getting plenty of rest, drinking lots of herbal tea, and eating fruit to store vitamins.

Warm milk with honey is also effective.

And above all, wear warm clothes.

Aziraphale laughed and said aloud in a mocking tone, "Snow, right."

Having had more than enough of this oddity, he crumpled up the letter wanting to throw it away, took a few steps, and suddenly had to stop to sneeze.

There was a bad flu in the spring of 2022.

He froze, thinking about the contents of the letter, and instinctively walked over to the bay window.

There, he couldn't hold back a gasp of surprise. Not at the beauty of the landscape, but because he was shocked.

Outside it was snowing heavily.

He looked at the falling snow for a long time, and only when he felt a chill run through his body did he stop thinking. Feeling the cold coming, he made himself a cup of tea and decided to go to bed, as he was no longer hungry and just wanted to sleep.

The next morning, bundled up in a heavy waistcoat, he went to the mailbox, which was covered with the snow that had fallen during the night, and after struggling with the flap, he quickly slipped a letter inside and closed the box. He looked at it, almost afraid it would bite him, and then raised the little red flag.

The Lake House - April 4 - 2024

Crowley opened the box, removed the letter from Aziraphale, and lowered the flag.

He unfolded it and saw that it consisted of a single line.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

Crowley, his hands shaking, picked up a pen and replied before placing the letter back in the box and raising the flag.

The Lake House - April 4 - 2022

Aziraphale stared at the snow-covered mailbox from the house and was shocked to see the flag lowering by itself, and this began to frighten him a little. He got out and went to the mailbox, but when he got there he was shaken by a sneeze that made him bend over. When he looked up he saw that the flag had come back up.

"What the hell?!"

Although this really scared him, curiosity got the better of him and he opened the mailbox with a trembling hand to take out what seemed to be the same paper he'd mailed. Slightly disappointed, but also reassured that the flag thing was probably just the wind, he sighed and relaxed.

But as he unfolded the note, his heart leapt into his chest.

IS THAT POSSIBLE?

YES.

April 5, 2024

Crowley returned to his apartment in a daze. Sensing that something was wrong with his owner, Harry didn't run this to him this time and followed him into the living room.

Crowley took him in his arms and set the rabbit next to him on the sofa. Harry rested his head on Crowley's knee as Crowley absentmindedly scratched his head.

After a few moments, the professor picked up a piece of paper and began to write.

April 5, 2022

Aziraphale lay on his bed, surrounded by used tissues, still unable to believe the words on the letter from Crowley that had just arrived in the box. The rabbit that had truly made his home with him lay at the foot of his bed.

I don't know about you, but I don't even know what questions to ask.

Can you tell me something that might shed some light?

Aziraphale shook his head, then got up and walked around the house, thinking, trying to find a connection, when he arrived at the front door and saw the rabbit's paw prints outside.

He grabbed a piece of paper near his phone and scribbled quickly.

I think we have the same pet.

Let's do a little test so we don't always have to wait for the other one to answer. Let's meet on April 7th at 10 a.m. in front of the mailbox at the Lake House.

He put the letter in the mailbox, raised the flag, and went home to crawl under his comforter, exhausted from cold and excitement.

April 6, 2024

Crowley rose early to drive to the lake house, hoping his mysterious pen pal had responded. His heart pounding, he saw that the flag was raised. He ran to the box, opened it, and grasped the small piece of paper with trembling fingers.

He replied and put the note back in the mailbox.

Is it a white rabbit?

"See" you tomorrow then ;-)

Thus began, two years apart, an extraordinary exchange of letters, punctuated by the movement of a small flag on a mailbox.

April 7, 2022/2024 - 10:00 a.m.

A: Good morning, and yes, it is a rabbit.

C: Does it rub against your legs when you come in and follow you until it's fed?

A: Yes.

C: I named it Harry.

Aziraphale looked at the rabbit at his feet and said, "Nice to meet you, Harry."

The little rabbit rubbed against him as if it understood.

C: Perhaps we could introduce ourselves properly.

I'm Crowley, you know, and I've just arrived as a professor of astronomy at an institute for special students.

A: My name is Aziraphale. I'm an antiquarian and a collector. I have a little shop called A.Z. Fell & Co.

I'm still trying to figure it out. If in two years you are living in a building at 33 Great Marlborough St... which doesn't exist yet... where are you, uh, "now", my now, in 2022?

C: I'm studying for my doctorate in astrology at Westminster School.

Crowley stopped writing and looked around before continuing.

C: And now I'm corresponding in an extremely weird way with someone I've never met. Too, too, too weird!!!

A: What's it like in 2024?

C: It's great. Everyone is driving around in flying cars. We all wear metal colored suits and we all have super powers.

Aziraphale smiled at the joke before reading on.

C: Nothing has really changed. No. We have 5G, Twitter has become Xitter since Musk bought it. No, there has been no big change.

I have to go, I have a class this afternoon. I won't be able to be there for another three days, my next day off.

But... one thing worries me. What if by sending these letters, by communicating in this way, we inadvertently change the course of time itself, change the history of mankind forever?

Aziraphale thought for a moment before answering.

A: You're right. Let's not do that.

Aziraphale posted the letter and entered the house, Harry rubbing his feet as usual and beginning to follow him.

The antiquarian exclaimed, "Harry! That's enough!"

He took the rabbit in his arms and placed it next to where it usually ate and ordered it, "You wait here and stop following me."

For three days he repeated the same trick several times until Harry did indeed wait quietly by his bowl. He gave the rabbit a small piece of carrot to congratulate him and said softly, "Good boy."

Then, despite what they seemed to have decided, he wrote a short note and went to put it in the mailbox, raising the flag.

He only hoped that Crowley would still come and check.

April 10, 2024

Crowley reread the letter as he entered his apartment, understanding absolutely nothing.

Sorry, I took the liberty of altering the future and changed one little thing.

Crowley closed the door and while he expected to be nearly knocked down by Harry, who always ran between his legs, nothing happened.

He walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see teh rabbit bravely waiting for him next to its food bowl.

No need to thank me.

Crowley laughed out loud in a way he hadn't in a long time.

The next day, as he sat in class waiting for the next students to arrive, he was still wondering how he could thank Aziraphale, when Pepper suddenly appeared shyly on the doorstep.

Which was strange, because the bubbly girl was anything but shy, especially around him.

Surprisingly, since Crowley had told the students that he wanted them to ask him questions, to discuss his classes, it wasn't unusual for her to linger at the end of a class to discuss with him a contrary or not so contrary view of the class topics.

Crowley's colleagues had told him that it was the first time since Pepper's arrival at the Academy that anyone had managed to captivate her like that.

"Ahem, Professor... Crowley?"

"Crowley will suffice as always, Pepper," Crowley replied quietly before inviting her in with a gesture.

She reached over and placed something on his desk as she said, "Um... I wanted to thank you for always taking the time to answer me whenever I come in and whatever my question is, so I prepared this little something for you myself."

Crowley, touched, unwrapped the small package and took out a pretty bookmark in a shade of blue, adorned with stars; he looked at it more closely and gasped, "But it's..."

"You told us about your rabbit, so I put the rabbit constellation on it."

He looked up and said in a soft, emotional voice, "Thank you, Pepper, that's very thoughtful of you."

"You're welcome! See you later."

She turned and walked away, her usual lively stride.

Crowley looked at the bookmark for a long time; it had been ages since anyone had made such a thoughtful gesture for him, especially for something he'd done.

"Congratulations, Professor."

He looked up at the owner of the voice that had torn him from his thoughts, Anathema.

"What?"

"You are one of the chosen few who have the privilege of being among the people Pepper respects the most. She only gives this kind of personal gift to people she holds in high esteem."

"Oh..."

Anathema leaned against the doorframe and continued, "I came to invite you tonight. We're having a movie night with a small group of colleagues, the ones you know, in the video room. Are you interested?"

A while back, Crowley would have declined, but tonight, perhaps because of Aziraphale or thanks to him, he decided to accept and replied, "I'll come, thanks for thinking of me. What movie?"

“You've got mail.”

Crowley exclaimed, “One of my favorite film along with Richard Curtis' romcoms!”

Anathema chuckled softly and continued, "We'll meet there after class, and as soon as everyone's there, we'll get started. Newt will bring food and drinks."

A few hours later, they were discussing the movie over beers and burgers. There was Eric, Anathema, Newt, and even Mrs. Tracy, the principal.

At the end, Anathema laughed about the main characters, "Honestly, it's so stupid, I wouldn't have waited, I would have gone to see her as soon as I knew who she was. Why wait when you know she's your soul mate?"

Crowley squeezed Aziraphale's last letter in his pocket before saying quietly, "I think there's something pure about it. A correspondence with no social barriers, no looks, no pretense... no need to worry about details. There's something exciting about it."

Crowley didn't realize they were all looking at him, surprised to see him show so much passion, and Anathema nudged him, "You got someone in your life, Crowleyyyy?"

"Hm?"

Mrs. Tracy gave him a knowing look and insisted, "It's hard not to notice you writing or reading letters all the time."

Crowley blushed slightly before replying, "It's not that kind of relationship, though it's true I've never met him."

Anathema asked, curious, "Why?"

"Let's just say it's... complicated."

Seeing that Crowley had no desire to dwell on the subject, the others changed the subject and, discussing the movie, continued to enjoy a pleasant evening.

Later, on his way home, Crowley felt a pleasant warmth.

For the first time in a long time, he did not feel lonely.

He felt in his pocket the bookmark Pepper had given him and suddenly knew what he could do for Aziraphale.

The next morning, he went to a clothing stores in search of what he had in mind.

Three hours later, at the lake house, he dropped a letter with a small package in the mailbox. He raised the flag and headed back to town.

April 12, 2022

Aziraphale had just gotten up, and as he had every morning since this strange correspondence began, he went to check the mail and was pleasantly surprised to see the little flag up. He returned to the house a little later with a letter and a small package.

He opened the package and took out a beautiful tartan scarf. He wrapped it around his neck, sat down in his chair with a cup of tea and began to read the letter.

Thank you for educating my little Harry. Here's a little gift to show my appreciation.

Put it on and don't take it off for the rest of the month. It will be cold until the end of April.

Aziraphale tightened the scarf around his neck and smiled softly.

Aziraphale, I don't know if what we are doing will change the course of time, but what I am sure of is that it is having a positive impact on my life, so I don't want to stop.

This connection I have with you has allowed me to reach out to others and for the first time in a long time I don't feel alone.

I don't want to stop.

But if you want me to, I'll do it, you just have to let me know.

April 15th, 7:00 a.m., I'll come and get your answer.

Sincerely, Crowley.

_________

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Still not my native language

Still hoping you'll enjoy this story 🥰

Still thanking you for bearing with me 😝

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