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goodomens-girlie · 1 month
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I just know Aziraphale was gabbing with those gays about Crowley and they all thought Aziraphale and Crowley were together, little did they fucking know
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riverthebooknerd · 4 months
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okay but in aziraphale's defense, i would also 100% fall in love with crowley, agent of hell or not
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LOOK AT HIM
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leafirefly · 12 days
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Just a kind of "study" I did, to try to learn how to color. The original picture is from Foulfiends, on TikTok, and was shared on Tumblr by @phoen1xr0se (posted with their authorization). And a very happy birthday to David Tennant! :D This show wouldn’t be the same without him and Michael Sheen.
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phoen1xr0se · 7 months
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Crowley X Reader: To love and be loved
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This is purely self indulgente
Warnings: fluff, heartbreak, happy ending
Word count:1,8K
He’s not used to this feeling. He knows what it is, well at least he thinks he does, but he’s still not accustomed to it. 
Love is weird. 
Crowley had always thought that and this situation just seemed to prove it. He loved Aziraphale. It had taken him eons to admit it to himself but he knew it was true. But as much as he loved Aziraphale he also loved you. A demon in love with an angel and a human. It’s funny how life works. He still hadn’t told you how he felt. His heart was still recovering from Azi’s rejection. But despite the heartbreak he knew you’d be much more open to his  love than Aziraphale had been. You’d stuck around, after all. Which was more than he could say for the Angel. Crowley could still feel the warmth of your body as you stood beside him that day as you both watched Aziraphale leave. He missed the feeling of having you near. You’d tried to reach him but he was making it absurdly hard for you. Crowley wanted to be alone and at the same time he wanted someone to hold him. 
Was this how humans felt after a breakup? Odd little creatures. 
It took some time but Crowley finally caved. He drove over to your apartment, parking the Bentley somewhere safe before going to knock at your door. He turned to look at the street as he waited for you to open the door, his eyes catching on the bookshop on the other side. It wasn’t your fault you lived right in front of it. It was why you’d ended up meeting the two of them in the first place. It finally hit Crowley why he’d put this off for so long. As much as he wanted to see you he couldn’t deal with the thought of coming back here and finding the bookshop empty. 
Crowley didn’t hear you unlock the door. He didn’t hear it screech open either. You glanced at the Demons characteristic red locks, your heart nearly jumping out of your chest at the sight. You went to place your hand on Crowley's shoulders, stopping for a moment as you realized just what he was staring at. You moved closer to him, your arms wrapping around his neck as you leaned your head on his shoulder. Crowley moved his head to the side, his nose bumping against your cheek. He closed his eyes, taking in your familiar scent. He loved when you hugged him like this. 
“Long time no see.”
“Sorry about that dove.”
“It’s okay. You’re here now.”
Crowley hummed against your skin as you gave a kiss to his shoulder blade, despite his coat he felt the pressure of your lips against his skin. You were always so affectionate with him. It had taken him a while to get used to it but now he couldn’t see himself living without your caresses.
“Wanna come inside?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll make some coffee.”
Crowley sat on your armchair, his legs slung on top of your coffee table as he watched you move around in the kitchen. You hummed as you worked making the Demon smile. He rose from his seat moving over to your record collection. He skimmed through the vinyls searching for the right one. Once he’d found it he went over to your record player, placing the disc in before turning the machine on. Your head turned to face him as you heard “Good Old-fashioned lover boy” begin to play. You smiled at Crowley, watching as he moved over to you.
“Queen huh?”
“Heard you humming it.”
“Ah I see.”
You placed the rag you had been holding on the counter. Crowley watched you sway your body to the rhythm cautiously for a moment before starting to dance without hesitation. He grinned at you his head bopping to the beat. You stuck your hand out to him walking backwards into the living room.  He gave you a dubious glance, silently asking what you were doing.
“Well, aren’t you going to dance with me?”
“Oh I don't dance.”
“Bullshit.”
Crowley looked at you, his eyes moving over your features sadly. Before the memories could get him down he gave you his hand.
“Oh what the hell.”
You laughed as Crowley spun you around. The two of you moved around the living room, each one dancing in their own weird way. Everyonce in a while you'd bump into each other causing you to have a fit of laughter. Neither of you thought anything of it when your skin grazed the other, you were used to having close contact with each other. And then something changed. You bumped into Crowley for what felt like the hundredth time but this time instead of nudging him with your limps you managed to collide into his body, causing his arms to wrap around you.
“Careful dove.”
“Sorry.”
You raised your head, eyes falling on Crowley's yellow orbs. You hadn't noticed he’d taken off his glasses. Your hand found its way to his cheek, one finger tracinging over the mark near his ear. The Demon stared down at you observing the way your eyelids fluttered lightly as you caressed him, your lips parted in a way that allowed him to feel your breath against his skin. He could feel your heartbeat against his chest, the steady thrum soothing him. You didn’t break eye contact, allowing Crowley's eyes to lure you in. The Demon started to become self conscious causing him to lower his gaze. You called out his name placing a finger under his chin. He raised his head to look at you. He looked so scared. You’d rarely seen him look so uncertain of himself.
“You’re very pretty, you know that?”
You weren’t really sure why you’d said that. It had just come out. Crowley's brows creased as he looked at you. Here you were holding him in your arms in the middle of your living room and telling him he looked pretty. He wasn’t used to this kind of treatment. He didn’t really know how to react. You moved your head up slightly, eyes shifting back and forth as you inched your face closer to Crowleys. When the Demon didn’t move away from you in anger you decided to go for it. Your lips grazed Crowleys as you laid a gentle kiss to his mouth. You opened your eyes, pulling away. Your gaze fell on Crowley's shocked expression, your own eyes widening as you realized what you’d just done.
“Oh shit. Crowley, I'm so sorry.”
You backed away unlatching yourself from Crowley as you stumbled backwards. You put your hands over your face covering it in embarrassment.
“Fuck.”
Letting out an angry groan you forced yourself to look at Crowley. He still had the same expression plastered on his face. You bit your lip as you tried to formulate the right thing to say. 
“Crowley listen i’m really-”
He was sick of hearing you say sorry. He was sick of the way you avoided his gaze. He needed to feel you again. Needed to have you close to him. With two long strides the Demon had made his way over to you, one of his hands gripping onto your hip as the other wound itself in your hair. Crowley shoved his lips against yours, hungrily devouring the gasp that left your mouth. You clung onto Crowley's jacket in desperation. He kissed you in a bruising manner, hands trying to hold onto whatever of you he could reach. His hands were cold against your skin, something you’d become used to over the years. In your despair you and Crowley had managed to make your way to the other side of the living room. Your ass bumped into the record player causing the needle to scratch against the vinyl in a grating noise. The sound made you and Crowley cover your ears, hands detaching from each other. The Demon let out a frustrated groan moving to lift the needle.
“I’ll get you a new one.”
“Don’t worry about it.”
Crowley set the needle back down on the disc in a random spot. A small sigh left the Demon's lips as “Somebody to love” started playing. You noticed the way Crowley's body sagged a bit causing you to frown.
“Crowley here let me change-”
“Listen.”
The Demon's hand held onto your wrist, stopping you from switching the track that was playing. You didn’t understand why he wanted to keep listening to this song. After everything that had happened in the past few weeks you would have thought that a love song was the last thing he would want to hear. Crowley's fingers trailed up your arm making you look at his face. You watched as he observed the way his fingers moved over your skin. He was thinking about something. Really thinking about it. You wondered what exactly could make the line between his brows appear so predominant.  You placed your hand over Crowley’s causing him to look at you. You smiled at the Demon beginning to nod your head to the beat of the song. 
“Find me somebody to love. Come on Crowley sing it with me.”
“Find me somebody to love.”
“There you go.”
You sang the words together. While you sang with your whole heart Crowley sang with a bit more hesitancy. You didn’t hold it against him though. He'd been through a lot. Even if the words were part of lyrics they still held a deeper meaning. You knew that. Maybe that was what made you sing with such passion. Maybe it’s what made you keep your eyes focused on Crowley's face as you sang. Because it meant something. And you wanted him to know that. 
“Can anybody find me somebody to…..love.”
“Already did.”
“Oh Crowley. Azi’s a fool he’s a big-”
“I’m not talking about the Angel.”
Your brows creased in confusion. Crowley loved Aziraphale. You’d known if from the moment you’d laid eyes on them. So if he wasn’t talking about him who could he be-oh oh. Crowley moved closer to you, placing his hand on your chin. You gazed up at him, eyes moving back and forth as your brain struggled to compute what this meant. The Demon leaned his head down slightly. He was going to take it slow this time. Give you time to push him away if that’s what you wanted. He wouldn’t fuck up again. He knew better now. Crowley called out your name. You realized you hadn’t said anything for a while.You cursed yourself for reacting so slowly.  You’d forgotten that Crowley had developed trust issues because of Aziraphale. He wasn’t going to be the one to make the final move. He couldn’t handle another heartbreak so he was leaving it up to you to decide what happened next.
“Crowley…”
The Demon prepared himself to pull away from you. He’d already begun to back away when you let out a breathy whisper.
“I love you too.”
He wasn’t sure he’d heard you correctly. His mind had a way of playing games with him recently. But then your lips were on his and your hands were winding around his neck and he just knew. He knew this was real. You were real. You loved him. And that was more than enough.
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I would like it if we never actually learned who Crowley was pre-fall. I kinda hope we get a scene where zira finds it out but Crowley just stops him from saying it.
"you- you were-"
"Crowley. The same Crowley I've always been."
"you're right. I'm sorry."
This way it acknowledges that Crowley is the same as he's always been. Falling didn't inherently change his whole being. He always questioned what he thought wasn't right and did what he thought was right, becoming a demon wasn't the start of that, it just made him see the big picture more clearly.
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The mood for today: utterly devious
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ponochino · 8 months
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if Aziraphale and Crowley do not get their pouring rain kiss in season 3 I will riot. Crowley deserves it
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promptosselfieshot · 9 months
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Some of my favorite Crowley fanarts
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tivstiv · 8 months
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Another reason why im happy ineffable husbands didn’t happen in s2 ( im in denial) is that they are both so careless with the things the other loved. Crowley threw around azi’s books around constantly and the whole thing with azi taking the Bentley when Crowley was obv uncomfortable w it ! They need to learn to be healthy before having an actual relationship bc it could lead to sm more pain and mayb even them breaking up and that’s just not something that should happen to 6000 year old love !
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sebbys-mama · 5 months
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"I have been a demon for six thousand years, but nothing in Hell was as painful as watching you leave."
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goodomens-girlie · 4 months
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I just know Crowley is going to be SO FINE in Good Omens season 3. David Tennant is hot, we all know this, but Crowley is gonna be AHHHH. Either he’s entered his reputation era (immediately hot) or he’s a wreck (immediately hot). I love every era of Crowley but I know this new era is gonna be SO GOOOD
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bucky1984 · 9 months
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You've disappointed me
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Grow better!
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God has abandoned you
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Claims to love you, demands your praise
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Given you up to be destroyed
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beckelliesden · 9 months
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I think that what bothers me about Aziraphale in S02 is not that he chooses Heavens over Crowley, it's that throughout the season, he repeatedly takes Crowley for granted.
I mean, I totally get that Aziraphale, who is naive and still has a lot of illusions about God, Heavens and being one of 'the good guys', would say what he said during the bandstand scene in S01. For the same reason, it would make perfect sense for him to fall for the Metatron's 'job offer' pitch. It makes sense for him to totally miss Crowley's point about Heaven and Hell being toxic, just like it makes sense that he looked so dismayed and shocked by Crowley's reaction to his 'let's reinstate you as an angel and be better than ever' bullsh*t plan. He doesn't UNDERSTAND how dense he's being nor how offensive his words are for Crowley because he genuinely still believes Heavens is better than Hell.
No, that makes perfect sense to me and doesn't bother me - even if it upsets me something fierce. What DOES bother me is the way he is genuinely shocked when Crowley puts his glasses back on and decides to walk out on him for real.
He won't meet him half-way. It's always Crowley who has to give in and apologize (the irony that he apologizes only so he can better protect Aziraphaleis a particularly nice touch on Neil's part). Aziraphale expects Crowley to always just go along with whatever he wants to do, when he himself has never returned the favor when it mattered in the past. When Crowley speaks of 'we' and 'us', Aziraphale says 'Come with me', 'I need you' and 'I don't think you understand what I'm offering you'. There is an imbalance there that really bothers me.
And when Crowley kisses him - well.
I've read a lot of other people's take on that kiss. Sometimes I wonder if we saw the same scene at all.
No matter how I look at it, I think Aziraphale was more shocked than anything else by it. I don't think he was upset because he realized it was a 'goodbye' kiss (I've read a lot of that going around); he just wasn't ready to acknowledge that aspect of their relationship. He hadn't come to terms with loving Crowley, as a demon, that way yet. He WANTS to see only the good in Crowley, the angel in him - that's what made the Metatron's offer too good to pass. For Aziraphale, Crowley being made an angel again would put an end to all of his remaining qualms about starting a relationship with him.
And I think Crowley, after the kiss, realizes all that Aziraphale only wants him on his terms - only wants the 'good' version of him, not him for who he is as a whole. That's why Crowley's 'don't bother' resonates so much with me. He may not have a lot of self-esteem, but he has enough self-respect left to draw the line at being sorry for who he is and how he feels and realize he's better off just walking out.
So even if it breaks my heart, I think the end of S02 is going to help them build a more healthy relationship - one that isn't quite so obviously lopsided - in the long run. Once Aziraphale realizes how he's let his prejudices blind him all along, of course.
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animatedplush · 7 months
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genuinely crowley deserves the biggest apology ever from aziraphale
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Stop feeling bad for Crowley and start applauding him. He didn’t leave anything on the table he told the love of his life how he felt about him then had the self respect to walk away when disrespected. So many people characterize Crowley with his love for Aziraphale as his main trait when he’s still a person outside of their relationship. It’s hard to lay everything on the line but it’s even harder to pick yourself back up. It won’t be easy for him by any means but he deserves more respect and less pity
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