#lonely aziraphale

[frodopotter7]

Searching a Crowley

Hello, hello, hello

I’m currently digging deeper into the rabbit hole of Good Omens Season 2. But I can’t talk to someone about it, because I can’t convince my friends to watch it. I’m currently just a lonely Aziraphale who is making up stories how it could continue and is talking to them self. I especially have so many ideas for rpgs. And I especially like the idea of the coffee theory. I have read soooo many cool speculations from many users. Personally I think that Aziraphale was manipulated and the Metatron was written as such a great character. His way to convince Aziraphle was a whole plan. But he also got Aziraphale in a weak time. Shax had constantly told him that Crowley only liked him because he wanted to be an angle. I would love to see an manipulate evil Aziraphale that only can be safed by Crowley.

But I also want to talk about the whole season in general without. Like every thing. Nina and Maggie are so sweet and Muriel is the cutest little thing ever. But I don’t want to spoiler too much. So I would want to talk to someone who has watched it.

Anyways my point is that I need a Crowley. Someone who has watched the second season and wants to talk about it and good omens in general and maybe even make an rpg together.

So if anyone is interested just text me please and I would be looking forward for a nice chat.

#good omens roleplay #good omens #good omens season 2 #in need of a Crowley #gos2 #go2 spoilers #lonely Aziraphale #good omens spoilers #the coffee theory

[aethelflaedladyofmercia]

Custody Battle 12--Interlude: Aziraphale's Secret

The Ritual of Propagation has succeeded. Aziraphale and Crowley are ready to welcome the newest member of Their Own Side. But the Archangels have other plans: No young angel has ever been raised outside their closely guided care, and they have no intention of changing that...

For an endless eternity, Aziraphale was trapped in the unchanging facility, incubating new angels for the War. Compliant, obedient, happy to serve. But sometimes, he got the urge to see something besides the colorless walls. And for those times, he had a secret...

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(CW: Medical gaslighting, Mpr*g, indirect references to metaphysical r*pe/dubcon.

In theory, Aziraphale could see the whole of Creation from his window. It was wide, taking up nearly the entire far wall, though not quite floor to ceiling. It was perfectly clear and smooth; no matter how many times he touched it, leaned against it, watched the steam grow across it as his breath mingled with Gabriel’s, no permanent mark ever stained its surface. And through that perfect barrier, he could see…

Darkness, mostly. A scattering of distant stars, and between them the flitting lights of squadrons, battalions, Heaven’s and the Enemy’s. One side caught the other in an ambush, battle joined with a brilliant flash, and then… slightly less light, slightly more darkness.

Beside him, two medics tugged on his wing. A third stood nearby, taking notes. Another—not a medic, an apothecary, wearing red and brown instead of green and white—waited beside a cart of supplies.

“We could detach now,” said the nearer medic. They spoke, as always, almost too fast to follow, rapid-fire words compressed yet somehow clear. “We have three at the minimum threshold, and ten above it.”

“But that’s still less than half,” said the other, rummaging around Aziraphale’s feathers. “We should wait for two more.”

“Protocol says to begin detachment when five are above the threshold.”

“Yes, but protocol was written for clutches of less than ten. Besides, the largest ones are still growing. We should wait to see if they plateau.”

“Risky.” The medic plucked a few coverts for testing. “But the incubator looks relatively healthy, at least.”

The incubator pressed a hand to his ribs, carefully breathing around the pain. It wasn’t so bad anymore, as long as he didn’t exert himself. Already his eye was clear, if a little swollen, and he hardly limped at all. But then, Aziraphale was sturdy; he’d always recovered quickly from falls.

The medics hardly spared him a glance, studying their clipboards and talking somehow even faster. It always made him uncomfortable, being poked and prodded like this, but he had more than just himself to worry about. Little flutters of anxiety from his wing drew his attention again and again.

Don’t worry, little Soldiers, he soothed, sending them as much calm as he could. Just a quick inspection. Nothing to worry about.

A cup full of clear liquid was thrust into his hand. “Drink,” the apothecary said.

“Oh, thank you.” Sometimes there was a hint of sweetness or bitterness to the medication, but this one—like most of them—was indistinguishable from pure water. “Is this for the pain? I don’t mean to complain, but my side—”

“No.” The apothecary gestured for him to finish drinking, then took the cup back. “We aren’t allowed to interfere with punishments.”

“Yes. Of course. Thank you all the same,” he called to their retreating back.

With the other angels occupied, he bent over the lower right wing that had been the center of attention. Thirty golden spheres hovered just above the feathers, several of them easily the size of his fist. They clustered together, tapping one against another, minds only growing more tense. “Shhhh, there now,” he said softly, running his fingers across them. “You’re doing very well. Almost finished now.” 

Bualu, the largest of the clutch, had been separated out by the medics for a closer look. They returned now, and Isda and Enediel eagerly rushed out to greet them.

Aziraphale took a moment to look over his three other wings. The twenty-eight globes on his lower left seemed entirely unaware of the inspection, and were wandering about placidly in groups of three or four. On the upper left, most of the younglings seemed to be having a race of some sort, chasing each other up and down his feathers, while near the bend of his joint Curaniel circled around little Haniel protectively. And on the upper right—

“Farris,” Aziraphale hissed. “What in Heaven’s name are you doing?”

The youngling froze, shuffling around innocently as if they hadn’t just been caught charging into clusters of their clutchmates, scattering the little globes on impact.

“I’ve told you before not to be so rough. You need to be careful.” Farris darted over to tap more gently against one of the others, then rushed back excitedly. “No, when I say careful I don’t mean—”

“Three days.”

Aziraphale’s head jerked up just in time to see the medics leaving. “I—I’m sorry? What was that?”

The lead medic turned back, blinking at Aziraphale as if they hadn’t noticed him there before. “Three days,” they repeated, voice oddly drawn-out as they spoke at a normal speed. “We’ll return and evaluate then. Might detach.”

“Oh, I see!” Aziraphale stood quickly, trying to remember the markers of time the medics used. Days, he seemed to recall, were on the long side. “That’s… that’s wonderful news. And, I hate to be a bother, I know you can’t do anything about my punishment, but… well, I was just wondering when… or how long…”

“You’ll be fine in a few days.” They turned back to their clipboard and stepped outside.

“Yes, but—just—is ‘a few’ more or less than—”

The door shut with a click, and Aziraphale was alone with his younglings.

His head pulsed sharply, and he eased himself back onto the bed, breathing slowly until it passed. And it would pass. Wouldn’t it?

The weakness in his legs that had led to his first fall still returned now and then. He’d managed two more walks down to the recreation hall, but neither time had managed to do much after arriving.

The vertigo from Haniel’s ritual still hit him, usually when he stood too long or moved too fast, making the room around him briefly tilt. A perfectly normal side-effect of successful Propagation, but the dizzy spells seemed to last longer the more angels he carried.

As for his meld with Michael—he could still feel the throbbing echo of pain all over his body. True, the bruises Sandalphon had given him were more painful, more immediate, more real. A suitable reminder of what he, a Guardian, should be able to withstand. But still, every now and then, he would remember her anger, and how it seemed to cut into him, cut so deeply he might fall apart…

He hadn’t seen her since. Returned to the front lines, and to be honest it was a relief. Aziraphale still wasn’t sure what to say to her. Gabriel hadn’t come to see him either, and on his last walk he’d spotted the Archangel escorting a different angel into his office, one with perfectly groomed feathers. Only on their second clutch by the look of it.

That had left him with a complicated ache he still couldn’t understand.

Still, the rest had been good for him, and the younglings. Time to recover, to build their strength, to reflect on—

The faint sound of a foot scuffing across carpet.

Aziraphale froze, heart suddenly racing. He turned to the door, sick with anticipation. Waiting… waiting… waiting…

No one came down this corridor, except to see him. There was a four-way juncture just past his room. One hall led to the Archangels’ offices, another to the medics’ rooms, the third passed the other incubators’ dormitories and ultimately led to the recreation hall.

There were other corridors, of course, a labyrinth of them. But Aziraphale’s little section was a dead end, just a strip of hallway terminating at the window, and his door.

His door, with someone standing outside it, but not coming in.

Taking care to rise slowly, lest he set his head pounding again, Aziraphale crossed the room, bare feet padding as quietly as he could manage, straining his wings to keep them from dragging under the weight of a hundred and nine gestating angels.

His hand hovered over the latch as he carefully took a breath, then jerked it open to reveal—

An empty corridor. Not a feather in sight but his own.

Should that surprise him? All the Archangels seemed to be avoiding him. Well, all but one.

He seemed to have drawn Sandalphon’s interest again.

Taking one last look at the empty corridor, he pressed the door shut and leaned his weight against it. Then he looked down to find a dozen globes watching him intently, Bualu in particular flickering nervously.

“No, no, that’s just me being a bit silly, I’m afraid.” He ran his hand across them, feeling the little bubbles of happiness. “Too long staring at the same walls.” Aziraphale glanced out the window once again at the meager scattering of stars. “Well, my Soldiers. What would you say… to a little… journey?”

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#good omens angst #good omens fanfiction #aziraphale #good omens #good omens prime #heaven not being a nice place #archangels #lonely aziraphale #tw mpreg #cw noncon #my writing #aziraphale's children #ao3 link

[crawley-fell]

#I’ve been thinking about this scene a lot #I don’t think aziraphale is oblivious and i do think he is scared of the threat gabriel brings #But Aziraphale and Crowley have spent 6000 years lying to each other and pretending they’re okay #So when he calls him silly or asks him to dance he’s not being naive he knows there’s danger #but distraction and play are what they do best #They hide and scheme and plan separately even though they both want the same outcome #And would be so much stronger fighting together #But for them together is scary. It’s unknown. And it’s dangerous #And so the game continues. The push and pull. Cat and mouse. Angel and demon #Being lonely with each other. In a misguided attempt to keep each other safe #As i said ive only been thinking about it a lil bit not at all really haha x #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens gifs #aziraphale #gabriel #aziraphale fell #gomens #michael sheen #jon hamm #usersugar #tsusermels #userrlorelei #usereena #dailyineffablehusbands #my gifs

[soni-dragon]

twice aziraphale has gone to heaven while crowley stays behind on earth…

[ID: A drawing of Crowley from Good Omens. The drawing is split in half horizontally. In the top half, he sits on the floor with a hand over his crying face. Plants surround him in front of a grey background, and wine bottles sit at his feet. In the bottom half, Crowley sits upside down on the floor of Aziraphale’s bookshop. The bookshop is in flames, and Crowley looks upward while crying. /End ID]

+ some closeups below cut

#I DO NOT want ANY aziraphale hate on this post #i still love my angel!! he made a decision that makes sense for his character!! no hate for him!! #will be doing a piece of zira being sad too. isnt it lonely and what not #my art #good omens #Crowley #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #anthony janthony crowley #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #ineffable spouses #good omens art

[ineffableaddiction]

A Theory?

I had a strange thought as I was watching Good Omens for the 1,462nd time.

In A Companion to Owls, there are a lot of crossover references. For instance….

When God is speaking to Job, Crowley indicates to Aziraphale that just being able to ask a question of God, even if they don’t answer, is something he’d want.

In S1, we see Crowley asking questions to God directly. He and Job are the only ones shown speaking directly to God.

Also in the same minisode, the pattern of Crowley “tempting” or rewarding Aziraphale with food (and eventually drink) begins.

I wonder if Aziraphale’s love of food is because food reminds him of that day.

Phase 2 of Aziraphale and Crowley’s relationship began that day. Both of them recognized that they were the same - the only ones from both sides that only went along with their respective side as far as they could. This brought them even closer. They both risked so much to save a few children.

It was the first time post-fall that Crowley and Aziraphale worked together. This would continue, with some push and pull, until… well, forever.

This is also where trust begins to build in earnest, at least post-fall.

There’s also this:

God: Can you send lightening bolts and get them to report back to you?

Has this been something Crowley’s always been able to do, or is he gaining skills to possibly get answers from God one day? (Why was I discarded?)

Which leads me to a weird question….

What if God had a bet with Satan about Crowley and Aziraphale?

Hear me out. Crowley has pre-fall memory lapses. He has been on Earth since the beginning, even though both God and Satan must know that he’s not doing the evil that one would expect from a demon. He rarely gets in trouble for any of his good deeds.

Aziraphale, likewise, has been on Earth since the beginning of. As with Crowley, Aziraphale rarely gets reprimanded by heaven, even though he’s “thwarting the will of God.”

I’m thinking, because Crowley and Aziraphale had established some form of attachment (even if minor) that perhaps Crowley was sent to hell with the fallen angels, even if he didn’t necessarily “deserve “ it per God and Satan’s bet.

Would Crowley corrupt Aziraphale and make him fall? Would Aziraphale bring Crowley back to heaven?

And what if, because Aziraphale and Crowley are THEM, and they love each other for who they are, this game, or bet, failed.

Our ineffable duo instead created something no one anticipated. They became an US.

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #some things do last forever #ineffable spouses #where have you been #you’re and angel who goes along with heaven as far as he can #it’s not so lonely anymore #good omens fan theory

[no-brain-just-good-omens]

genuinely crying again they love eachother so much TwT

LOOK AT THE WAY AZIRAPHALE IS LPOKING AT CROWLEY!!1!! I AM SICK!!! I AM DYING!!! THAT IS A MAN WOMAN PERSON NOT PERSON ANGEL THAT IS SO SEVERELY IN LOVE!!!!!

#anyway what im saying is im lonely #i’ll never have anything as good as what they have #why am i genuinely crying over how much they love each other #good omens #good omens s2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable divorce #ineffable husbands #good omens brainrot #good omens is making me sad again #i need to stop doing this to myself #HOW TO STOP THINKING ABOUT THESE GAYS

[phoen1xr0se]

If you get sad today cos you don't have someone special to spend Valentine's Day with, take comfort in knowing that you're not alone.

Crowley doesn't either.

#ineffable divorce #dont shoot me #ineffable idiots #crowley #aziraphale #good omens #valentines day #aziracrow #good omens fandom #im SORRY #but if i have to suffer then so do you #crowley is a mess #david tennant #neil gaiman #ineffable breakup #lonely crowley #anthony j crowley #good omens angst

[francisdeparted]

“it sounds…”

“lonely?”

“but you said it wasn’t.”

“i’m a demon. i lied.”

(second time painting idk how to feel about this one)

#good omens fanart #aziracrow #crowley #aziraphale #crowley & aziraphale #idk how to tag lol #I’m painting one shot from each episode #good omens 2 fanart #good omens 2 #crowley fanart #aziraphale fanart #is this too many tags? #bildad the shuhite #bildad the shuhite fanart #technically #i miss bildad #but you said it wasn’t lonely #I’m a demon I lied #and the crowd goes wild #and cries #we’re insane #i’m insane #crazy #i was crazy once #too many tags #sorry

[bug-hearted]

"angels can't be tempted, can you?"

— inspired by Yuri Klapouh's "Lilith and Eve" :)

#lilith's story parallels crowley's so well #she was banished from the garden of eden for disobeying adam #eve and lilith were supposed opposites though they were the only two like each other #they were the only two women in the world who could truly understand each other #sounds lonely doesn't it? #good omens #good omens fanart #ineffable husbands #ineffable wives #aziraphale #crowley #painting #good omens fandom #🐛

[astrhae]

#crowley only tells aziraphale to retire the act #after their lives get threatened #because crowley has always drawn the line at endangering lives #but magic with its deception and tricks and imagination #really fits crowley's m.o. of mild chaos with minimal lasting damage #and it's always fascinated me how #aziraphale finds so much joy in #doing this very human form of deception #but you see doing a magic trick well means he's succeeded in #getting away with lying a little #for the greater good #and isn't that just akkdfkdfsksd #especially with the context of job's children that we've been given now and how scared aziraphale was about lying #anyway #neil gaiman deserves everything for writing that crowley lonely GI act #and david tennant and michael sheen also #deserve everything for it akksdsks #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens 2 spoilers #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #goodomensedit

[gyffindraws]

i've been working on this idea since valentine's day and decided to skech out a cover (even though i literally only have a few out of context pages sketched lol)

over explained au idea under the cut

it's an au in which crowley is a human running his own plant store and aziraphale is a cherub that was kept in heaven after the eden/sword mishap. He runs the human archives in heaven and has been obsessed with humans ever since he met adam and eve. he's been schemeing for millenia to get a chance to go to earth (having only watched earth from the scrolls in the archives).

serendipitously, aziraphale finds an old file called the Cupid Project, a defunct project wherein angels would foster love amongst humans by helping them make connections (via celestial arrows to the heart, yeah. there was a reason it was cancelled). Seeing his chance, he pitches a reboot of the project to help more humans find love (and get his ass to earth). Annoyed, the archangels finally agree, if only to get him to stop pestering them. Under their terms, the archangels set a test for aziraphale to prove the project's worth. They pick a human for aziraphale to successfully find love for and give him one year to make it happen.

Anthony Crowley is a man that doesn't like to be bothered. He has a few 'friends' that check in on him from time to time, but really, he prefers to be alone with his plants. Really, he does. He's grumpy and prickly and pushes away anyone that gets too close. Which is what makes him the perfect candiate for aziraphale's test. Snickering to themselves, the archangels pick a man that couldn't possibly open himself to love. And when the year is up, aziraphale will be back in the archives, where he's promised not to bother them ever again.

tldr: human!crowley, angel!aziraphale, flower store, aziraphale as cupid. slow burn and strangers to friends to lovers. sappy romance, pining

some bonuses: the flowers crowley is holding are gardenias, which represent secret love. The flower's in the corner are cupid's dart, because of obvious reasons

#the title is extremely rough and will not look like that good god i swear im a graphic designer #good omens #aziracrow #ineffable husbands fanart #human!crowley #good omens fanart #my art #good omens comics #it may be a while until actual pages of this comic happen but i have the plot layed out and a few panels i did to test designs and styles #wip #crowley is a grumpy and lonely man and is immediately endeared to aziraphales quirky personality #crowley is unsure at first but quickly falls in love and aziraphale doesnt realize how much he loves him until its almost too late #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley

[cuntbrow]

#aziraphale voice what they don't tell you about being a very lonely little girl is that you grow up and some part of you #remains a lonely little girl #aziraphale #jane eyre #good omens #literature #ysa.txt

[thesherrinfordfacility]

the more that ive thought about it (it of course being the argument clip), the more that i need to get something off my chest and defend aziraphale - not necessarily against anyone, not saying anyone is attacking him, but whilst crowley is my special apple crimble crumble boy, aziraphale is the goodest lil dude and there is nothing i wouldn't do for that messy man-

i think what a lot people forget about aziraphale is that he is so fucking clever, he is arguably more intelligent than crowley, but has the irksome, painful dichotomy of being kind. what kinda upset me in the clip is that crowley almost addresses aziraphale as if he's stupid, when he's anything but. aziraphale is fully aware that gabriel, michael, uriel etc are all wankers, he's not oblivious to it, but aziraphale is an unfailingly empathetic and compassionate angel, and will try to always see the best in people.

the fandom sometimes mistakes this for naivety or even ignorance, and it's not - aziraphale is not naive, he knows that these angels are shits and treat him poorly, but aziraphale has a pretty strong view on what an angel should be, what they should embody, and even though he knows deep down these other angels don't really follow the same blueprint, he hopes and he tries to remain optimistic and see the best in them. he hopes to be forgiven for his trespasses just as he forgives those who trespass against him✨

and so by the end of s1 i think he really does give up on being an angel ("just enough of a bastard to be worth knowing" got the most satisfied, bashful grin on him we've ever seen) and instead is just a good person. and i think crowley fails to realise or accept this - not bc he's stupid either, but i think he sometimes really underestimates aziraphale and possibly because he thinks (possibly due to his own trauma- the apocalypse as well as the Fall) that god will never love a being that isn't good and godly at the same time. he can't accept that that the two things, being good and being godly, are entirely different concepts, and that in aziraphale the two must go hand in hand.

aziraphale understands the difference, and knows that he can still be loved by god even if he doesn't align himself with heaven anymore. so therefore its a real foreign idea, a ludicrous concept, to crowley that aziraphale is still being kind to gabriel, being compassionate, when in his mind this is the angel that wanted to kill them both and is a first class wanker to boot.

but i think that does actually show that, not in any way maliciously or intentionally but likely just as a projection borne out of anger and possibly self-hatred, crowley is thinking appalling little of aziraphale right now. does he really believe that the angel that he slithered up next to on the wall and who not only didn't smite him on sight but also conversed with him and listened to him and sheltered him from the first rain whilst not even bothering to shelter himself is incapable of being kind without being heaven's puppet?

so yes i totally get where crowley is coming from, and whilst it kills me a little inside to think that crowley might consider himself so unworthy of kindness and affection unless it originates from a systematic compulsive side effect of being a Holy Entity, i think he's being grossly unfair to aziraphale in not realising even after 6000 years of knowing him that aziraphale might just simply be a really kind person.

#good omens #good omens season 2 #corr big feelings being discussed here tonight lads #theres a lot more i could say about this theres so much to unpack #and noone is at fault in this but yeah i think bc of the ✨comedy✨ and 🤌angst🤌 value in this scene #aziraphale isnt being given due credit for just wanting to help a lost and lonely person? #like i joked about it but this is NOT gabriel? as far as we can tell atm this is just a person that looks like him??? #aziraphale is the goodest purest person in the world and truly is the only rep on earth that actually seems to embody ✨god✨ #gomens shitpost

[hey-must-be-a-devilbetween-us]

yeah yeah everyone has been talking about how Crowley has a feeding kink and its really...ahem...something...

but like there is something really sweet and so very Crowley about the fact that he enjoys caring for and tending to Aziraphale in this way, its something he knew Aziraphale would enjoy so he wants him to enjoy it and he wants to be the one to provide it.

And the parallels to the Kiss™, how Aziraphale didn't realize he was starving for affection, for affection from Crowley, how when it all breaks apart for Aziraphale and he can't hold back any longer he'll launch himself at Crowley like he's drowning and taking Crowley with him, too much teeth and tongue and a mess.

And Crowley will take his face firmly, pull him away, look into his teary eyes and for a tiny micro-second Aziraphale will think its too late and you can see his heart shatter, before Crowley slowly brings his face closer, touches their foreheads together muttering, "Slower, angel...slower..." before kissing him so steady and achingly tender its like their hearts melt together and Aziraphale practically falls into Crowley.

Not only will Crowley teach him to feast, they'll teach him to savor.

#good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #good omens meta #silly little metas #this post might reveal how lonely i am 🤣 #quick someone kiss me like im leaving forever

[secretdiaryofcrowley]

Things To Do Today

Be angry at Nina for making things so difficult. Instead of talking to me, she could’ve just written more notes for me to ignore.

Ponder on Nina’s words

Overthink

Go back to sleep because my brain hurts from overthinking

Wake up and work up the courage to speak to Maggie and to Muriel

Have a few drinks to be more courageous

Sober up because I can’t very well talk to them drunk. Maggie would probably not take me seriously and Muriel would be really confused or even scared. They haven’t experienced me in full drunk mode yet.

Yell at plants to let off some steam

Drive around, not necessarily in the right direction.

Nina says that Muriel thinks it’s their fault that I’m not talking to them, not visiting the bookshop anymore and not responding to any of their notes and cards. I was so shocked I almost dropped my shades.

I can’t wrap my head around it. I couldn’t even wrap my entire body around it if I was in my snake form.

I mean, we all messed up in some way or other. The angels messed up, the demons messed up, Gabriel and Beelzebub messed up, Shax messed up, Aziraphale messed up, Floating-Head-Coffee-Or-Death-Guy messed up, Maggie und Nina messed up, and I have been walking chaos since I started walking on legs. (Might have been crawling chaos before that). The only person who really didn’t have anything to do with any of this, was former-inspector-constable, now bookseller-to-bee.

Why do they think it’s their fault? I don’t understand it at all. I know that humans sometimes feel guilty for something they’re not responsible for, but Muriel is an angel. They should think that they’re always doing the right thing.

But then, Aziraphale has experienced guilt before. Even then when things weren’t his fault. Perhaps guilt is an angel thing after all.

I wish I could tell Muriel that this has nothing to do with them. It's a good thing that they keep the bookshop safe.

I just can’t be in there at the moment because everything reminds me of him. But I can't talk about that to Muriel. I can’t be on Whickber Street, I can’t talk to Maggie and Nina, I can’t deal with this, I can’t process it. And I’m sorry for causing them pain. I don’t want any friends because I don’t want to cause others pain.

It was my damn job to cause others pain for so long.

~*~

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#good omens #crowley #aziracrow #aziraphale x crowley #ineffable husbands #crowley is a mess #crowley is lonely #crowley's heartache

[ineffableaddiction]

Expanded thoughts & a theory

(Initially one of my blog posts on another account)

What if Aziraphale and Crowley can only feel the other’s love while they’re on Earth, but Crowley doesn’t realize it’s love?

That’s why Crowley couldn’t feel the love that Aziraphale was describing in Tadfield. It was emanating FROM Crowley.

And Crowley believed he wasn’t able to feel love or be loved. The Fall had made him unforgivable, unlovable, untethered.

When Aziraphale discorporated and went to heaven, Crowley KNEW he was gone. Aziraphale would NEVER let his bookshop burn, and Crowley couldn’t FEEL him any more. He realized the intensity of Aziraphale’s feelings when they were no longer present.

Too late. It’s always too late.

Aziraphale had been on Earth since the beginning. Crowley was always there. They both experienced the rise of civilizations, the human population growing to unimaginable numbers (they did, after all, multiply like humans). Aziraphale believed the love that he felt growing all that time was due to population increase - more humans, more love in the world. The more love surrounding him, right?

They both had a fear of what being a them meant, and the danger that truly being together might pose from heaven and from hell. Crowley always spoke of running off together because he knows the danger of remaining on Earth and being what they are to each other all the time, in the open, without fear.

You can’t leave this bookshop.

You can’t leave me.

Maybe they could be an us, on Earth.

In the end (for now), after the attempted verbal expression of his feelings, Crowley did something that had taken eternity (so far) to break through. Something they had learned from humanity, a way to express themselves as what they were to each other in an Earthly way.

But it’s too late. It’s always too late.

Aziraphale had known that he been drawn Crowley for a long time, but it took more time to realize just how strong their connection was. He knew they couldn’t be together. An angel and a demon are on opposite sides, and neither of their head offices would allow for anything more.

They were hereditary enemies.

Did he understand what had happened in the last few years? Some of it, but other parts… well...

But he had to leave. To protect Crowley. The protect them.

When Aziraphale took the elevator to heaven, he wasn’t able to FEEL Crowley any more. It was the first time he had felt that absence. He’d been discorporated and found Crowley. His prior brief visits to heaven were not goodbyes. He knew he’d be back. Now… he doesn’t know when he’ll return to Earth, to Crowley, and the absence envelops him.

But it won’t last forever… will it?

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #it’s alway too late #we could have been… us #i feel you #you’re my best friend #some things do last forever #that sounds… lonely