#the bookshop fire

[hg-aneh]

abandoned pubby

#good omens #good omens fanart #good omens 2 #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #crowley good omens #aziraphale good omens #the bookshop fire #good omens comic #aneh draws #angst

[ineffable-romantics]

If I had a nickel for every time Aziraphale's last words to Crowley's face right before Crowley thought he'd lost him forever were "I forgive you", I'd have two nickels.

(Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice)

#zoning out in the office and this hits me in the gut #so i thought I'd share with y'all #enjoy! :)))) #good omens #good omens 2 #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #gomens #gomens 2 #good omens season 2 #i forgive you #the final fifteen #the bookshop fire

[sadisticallysmirking]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 25: ASSUMED DEAD

Aziraphale is gone.

Luckily, Crowley still has a few drops of holy water left.

Rating: Not Rated

Warning: Major Character Death

Fandom: Good Omens 

Relationship: Aziraphale & Crowley 

Characters: Crowley 

Additional Tags:

Angst

Heavy Angst

Hurt No Comfort

Presumed Dead

Suicide

Scene: The Bookshop Fire (Good Omens)

Holy Water (Good Omens)

#febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday25 #good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable husbands #crowley angst #hurt no comfort #the bookshop fire

[finleycannotdraw]

4. Historic Time ~ won’t you stay with me, my darling, when my walls start burning down? (x)

I have so many thoughts about Aziraphale and the Library of Alexandria (which, as a friend explained, should actually be translated to Alexandrea). I definitely think he was there when it burned. I also think it could’ve been the first time (one of the only times) Crowley touched him without thinking, and maybe one of the reasons he decided to run a bookshop! I am unwell. Aziraphale would’ve been devastated when that library burned.

#what if the s1 fire wasnt the first time crowley ran into a building of burning books in search of aziraphale. #anyway. #good omens #good omens fanart #aziraphale #crowley #crawley #ineffable husbands #aziraphale x crowley #library of alexandria #finley cannot draw #good omtober #inktober #good omens inktober #we got the bookshop and bentley in s1 and job’s house in s2. can we please have the fall and/or the library of alexandria in s3 #for lighting david tennant on fire purposes.

[p4nishers]

crowley saying "if any harm comes to aziraphale because of this i will–" to gabriel is SO fucking special to me bc he was so clearly afraid of gabriel after the trial like just look at his reaction when he first sees him and him saying he spent a WHOLE NIGHT worrying that gabriel's gonna smite him like he's actually terrified and still after ALL THAT he still threatens gabriel and i just think threatening someone like THAT is actually so vulnerable bc he's making it abundantly clear that he cares for aziraphale and wants him safe and that aziraphale is HIS to protect and he WILL protect him no matter fucking what and i just i can't deal with how outright and upfront crowley was this season not only with aziraphale but with other people ABOUT aziraphale too like he was really not fucking around this season and he needed everyone to know aziraphale is his and made gabriel almost JUMP OUT OF A WINDOW for wanting to hurt aziraphale and the vulnerability of it all is making me go NUTS

#that sceen plays on a loop in my mind i can't get over it #and the fucking 'its always too late' that follows after makes me wanna bash my skull into pieces like oh my GOD he is so fucking scared an #tired and its ALWAYS TOO FUCKING LATE and aziraphale is always getting into trouble bc he's literally the best fucking thing ever and #crowley was too late to save him one time and he's literally terrified out of his mind that it's gonna happen again like you can't tell me #the bookshop fire didn't leave a HUGE scar and impact on crowley and made him literally scared shitless to let aziraphale out of his sight #again let alone leave him alone w his abusive ex boss like my bbg was going thru it SO MUCH this season and just wanted aziraphale safe and #he would actually do anything ANYTHING for him and i genuinely need to lie down for a minute hold on #good omens #good omens s2 #azicrow #crowley #aziraphale #aziracrow #ineffable spouses #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #go s2

[sentientsky]

When she first Fell, the sky had been all embers, all vicious touch. They’d felt nothing but the bite of flames and gore and the sulphuric acid of a mother’s love turned corrosive. Crowley had burned—heavenly bone, muscle, flesh, the chemical antiseptic of the ether stripping away to bare nerve tissue.

In the eternities since, they’d held their breath, kept herself small. They’d learned to amputate the desire that settled in the tips of her fingertips and in the scarlet ends of their hair. She—alone, ever alone—had dragged herself from the brimstone and out of the bonfire. She’d taught herself to exist in the jaws of an unmuzzled universe, under stars that no longer called their name. Now the sky is blue, and the bookshop burns. The bookshop burns and Crowley’s heart is in her throat, eating its way out of their body. The bookshop burns and yet their angel must be fine. (He has to be fine because the world still spins on its axis and the sea hasn’t swallowed her whole. And if breath still lives in her body, and the universe has yet to collapse in on itself, then their angel has to be fine). But something coils deep in her belly: an oil-slick, a poisonous berry. They bite their lip a brackish silver, the taste of ichor rotten in her mouth.

As though in a trance, she presses forward, and the frantic thrash of panic in her chest forces the double doors wide without so much as a thought. The interior of the shop is all orange-red teeth and flaming claws, tearing into bookshelves and loveseats and oh. Oh, the two of them had just been sitting there not three days ago. (Crowley had tried so hard to stay on her side of the room, to keep her fingertips from brushing the edge of Aziraphale’s as they passed silver-stemmed goblets between them. Skin to skin, breath to body—the indirect touch of their mouths. The passive desperation of six thousand years of want left fermenting under their skin).  

They call for him, heat searing her lungs. It comes out ragged and desperate and too late (always too late). 

Heat knifes clean through her now—a gutting sensation, a disembowelment in the middle of an already-burning funeral pyre. For as long as they had been on Earth together, she’d always been able to sense their angel from anywhere in the world—a steady, beating heart of a presence. An inevitable gravity that wrapped itself around her arms and tugged her forward. It had been axiomatic, a fundamental truth of how the universe functioned: a hand extended always finds purchase. A heart in motion remains in motion. 

So, in a room choked with smoke and two hundred years of memories, she reaches out, expanding the edges of her consciousness, pressing her mind into the outer reaches of the bookshop and Soho and the whole, cluttered universe. She searches for a pulse. And then something within her is breaking. Something is shaking apart in the depths of Crowley’s being—a star turned supernova turned withering, all-consuming black hole. No heartbeat, no flickering warmth, no pull in the periphery of her awareness. The corpse of gravity turns to dust in the corner of the room. 

And she knows—knows with the unflinching inevitability of too many questions, of an ink-winged angel falling from grace—that Aziraphale is gone. Outside, the sky remains blue. The world stays upright. And the bookshop still burns.

(thank u to the incredibly talented @actual-changeling for helping me fix the first part of the fourth paragraph)

#too tired to keep working on this and also forgor to take my adhd meds today so here ya go. kind of hate parts of this but wtv lol #i'm rly normal about the bookshop fire. i totally don't think about it all the time (<- lying through gritted teeth) #also giving characters your pronouns is rly fun btw. she/they crowley my most adored <3 #good omens #crowley #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #aziraphale #ineffable lovers #ineffable wives #gomens #wren writes crow #david tennant #tw: fire #good omens ficlet #gomens fanfiction #good omens fic #long post #tw: childhood trauma #<- just in case #good omens angst #Crowley angst #az fell and co

[insanity-laughs-under-pressure]

Can we talk about how cute it is that Aziraphale and Crowley phone each other. Like they're an angel and a demon and yet they still want to check in for a quick catch up before they go on a date that lasts four days.

Including s1 they call each other at least 5 times throughout the show. And personally I don't think this is acknowledged enough.

#Bonus: Crowley calling Aziraphale before the bookshop fire #WE NEED TO TALK ABOUT THIS MORE #it's so lovely #good omens #good omens 2 #ineffable husbands

[fearandhatred]

i am like a moth the way the bookshop fire scene has me transfixed every time

#fearandhatred #[bookshop fire gif appears on my dash] me: 👁👄👁 #mentally i'm there. all the time always #good omens #crowley #aziraphale

[creapysummer]

good omens really said

acquaintances

to enemies

to friends

to friends

to friends

to friends

to friends

to omfg could it be lovers?!?!?!?!?!?! *o*

to WAIT. FUCK. NO.

#when the bookshop fire burns faster than this slowburn #also sorry for the picture quality but its late and idc about how bad it is #good omens #ineffable husbands #crowley good omens #crowley #aziraphale good omens #aziraphale #good omens fandom #good omens memes #good omens season 2 #good omens 2 #gomens

[theprophetizaiah]

Achilles Come Down | Chapter 1: Pain As a Motive

Summary: Crowley believes Aziraphale died in the bookshop fire. Now, he's sending the armies of hell to avenge him. Based loosely on the story of Achilles and Patroclus.

Warning: None for this chapter! (Aside from some foul language)

Word count: 1.5k (this chapter)

All chapters should be available here! (I haven't written on Tumblr in many moons please forgive me)

To read on AO3, check out my work here!

Crowley burned in the hell he imagined he’d always belonged in. Ashes rained from the heavens. Burning paper engulfed his senses. Black smoke burned in his eyes. He breathed in his dead lover. Misery. Misery for the rest of eternity.

“Somebody killed my best friend!” he was somewhere between a yell and a sob. “Bastards!” Between fury and agony.

They spent the last 6,000 years toeing the line between best friends and lovers. Dining at the Ritz, feeding ducks, saving each other from mortal peril, you know, as friends do. Crowley would know him in any lifetime. From the weight of his step, the smell of his hair, the sound of his breath (it would skip and stutter when he had thought of something clever). The air around Aziraphale was always heavy, but not in the manner of suffocation. Rather, his aura was a heavy wool blanket. Warm, grounded, homey. The closest thing Crowley ever really had to a home.

Before the apocalypse, Crowley recalled their drunken ramblings. Amidst the whiffs of red wine, he remembered how he smelled. Like earl grey, oak, and bourbon: something his barber suggested. He also always smelled a bit like paper. It made the burning around Crowley all the more unbearable. Anthony J. Crowley, fallen angel and Duke of Hell, reeling over the doing of a foreigner’s god. Certainly not the one he knew, or maybe exactly the one he knew.

He laid in the flames, thinking through his new reality. This was a rare moment of clarity for the distraught demon. Who killed him: heaven or hell? Either reality had some sense to it. Heaven could, and would, excommunicate him for working with a demon. Permanent discorporation, or banishment to hell. Hell would kill him just for the sake of it. Just to say they did. Racking his brain, he realized Hell was unfortunately, his best chance of finding Aziraphale, or at least what became of him. Crowley slowly creeped up from the ashen ground. He was unsure how much time had passed, but it seemed that the flames had slowed. In mere moments, he stared between the two escalators. He chose downward. As the escalator carried him into the dank, dark corridors, his anguish gnawed at him, clawing its war from the inside out. He allows a single tear, and immediately wipes it away. Only the damned cry in hell.

Crowley had stopped fighting for hell decades ago. In the presence of his angel, he saw no reason for it. He saw no reason to fill the world with more violence. The humans were better at that anyway. After his bout in Edinborough, he was promptly tortured for the next several decades. Crowley never saw the face of Satan, but he would give it an ethereal, firm uppercut the second he had the chance. He lost faith in his leadership, in the art of mass scale temptation. He preferred the gentle temptation of his beloved. Of asking him out to breakfast, bringing him wine, planting seeds of heavenly doubt in his mind. He thought often about the Greek myth of the origin of love. They were alone together at the edge of the universe, a body of eight limbs, four eyes, and a flutter of feathers. Whoever Crowley was, it was a product of the angel. Whoever Aziraphale was, it was Crowley’s collateral. And beautifully so, their symbiosis carried on through the centuries. The demon had the fight pulled out of him the way the angel unshelved his books. Carefully and with gentle hands. 

But now that he was gone, this was war. If he had nothing, he would still have Aziraphale, but if he didn’t have his angel, he had nothing. His fury craved battle, to make them hurt the same way he did. His wrath could summon the very same fire that had surrounded him in the hours prior. If his beloved really was gone, then he would destroy the heaven that took him.

Crowley barely managed his way through the crowds of demons slowly but surely trudging their way through the crowded corridors of hell. After passing the rest of the high offices he comes to the door of the one and only Beelzebub. For a moment, he questions if he should even knock, let alone open the door. He wonders if any of this is worth it in the first place. What if his Angel didn't care whatsoever about him? What if he didn’t need saving, or worse, he was already long gone? But in reality, he knew that wasn't the case. He’d be damned, more than he is already, if he let Aziraphale die knowing that he could have prevented it. Crowley gulps and burst open the door of Beelzebub's office. Demons were typically not known for their politeness. Inside, he sees Beelzebub sitting upon their throne, legs crossed fancifully, almost as if they were expecting him. Crowley's stomach turns at this realization. 

“How's it going up there?” Beelzebub asks. Crowley puts on his best front and looks Beelzebub dead in the eyes and lies:

 “Fantastic,” he says. “The Antichrist is mere moments from inciting the Apocalypse.” 

Beelzebub smirks. “Wonderful. Great job.” 

Crowley shudders ever so slightly. Not enough for anyone else to notice, but enough for him to feel a profound discomfort. He again looks to Beelzebub, “did you capture the angel? Is he here?”

Beelzebub looks confused. “What do you mean capture the angel?”

“Aziraphale,” Crowley starts. “The other angel that has worked in my same jurisdiction for six thousand years. Did you capture him?”

Beelzebub purses their lips, seemingly scanning their memory. Alas, still confused. “No… Why would you assume that? Why would we let him in here?” They began to look vaguely suspicious of their colleague.

 Crowley pulled something out of his ass. “I saw that the Bookshop was on fire,” he blurted out. “I could have only imagined that it was demonic intervention.” Beelzebub chuckled. 

“It's not always hellfire,” Crowley stifles a laugh, just enough for Beelzebub to think it's genuine. Beelzebub speaks up once more. “Yeah, I don't know about the angel. We don't have ‘im here.” Crowley takes a moment and a step back. He decides to tell the best lie that he's ever told, aside from the fact that he was not madly, disgustingly in love with a forbidden fruit. 

“I want that slimy bastard gone forever,” Crowley spits. “I want that fussy dumbarse to not be anywhere near God's green Earth.”

“Well, I know that much… What are you suggesting?” 

Crowley laughs disingenuously, but trying desperately to seem genuine. “I think we need to raid heaven.”

Beelzebub looks puzzled. “But why do we need to raid the heavens if we have already conquered the Earth, Crowley?” they said. “Why would we postpone destroying Earth to fight this war first?”

“That’s exactly it… they’ll never see it coming,” Crowley says. “We can start with the archangels: Gabriel, Michael, Uriel… There will be no one left to lead their army in such short order. Then we let the Earth burn, and winning their holy war will be easier than dropping the antichrist at the convent.”

His voice grows raspy. Crowley takes a deep breath. “It'll let them know once and for all that their God means nothing.” Crowley sits down in front of Beelzebub. They seem a bit more intrigued. Crowley describes a plot more ambitious than any of his plans to date: to invade the heavens. To crusade his lover’s workplace by summoning a demonic army, comprised of hundreds of damned souls. He plans to force them through the Gates of Heaven to slaughter any angels in their sight. Beelzebub loved this concept, and was almost surprised Crowley came up with it. But, he did dream up the Spanish Inquisition, after all (or so they thought).

“Honestly, why not?” Beelzebub smirks. “If we're all going to be separated for the rest of time anyway, this would be a fun way to go out. If they want us to fight this war, we ought to do it our way. Hell fights dirty.” As the flies buzzed among their crown, they grinned the way a child would when they had come up with the perfect prank. Except this wasn’t a prank. It was the end of the world. Of Crowley’s, at least.

Beelzebub grimaced. Crowley laughed. “Well, I'll go talk about it with head office, and we'll get it sorted. I want it done by the end of the day today. That sound alright?” Beelzebub nodded in excitement. Crowley seems giddy with anticipation but not in the way that you would imagine. The anxiety pulsed through his veins. He was setting into motion the divine war days earlier than was planned, all for a fussy angel he drank wine with one too many times. But at the same time, he knew this was his reality. Crowley couldn’t pretend he didn’t love him anymore. Not when he could be dead. If heaven wanted a war, they were going to get it, god dammit.

#Achilles Come Down #aziraphale #crowley #aziracrow #ineffable husbands #ineffable dumbasses #bookshop fire #good omens #good omens fanfiction #fanfiction #fic #angst #whump #crowley angst #crowley whump #good omens beelzebub #beelzebub #protective crowley #achilles #patroclus #the iliad #achilles/patroclus #ao3 fanfic #ao3 link #ao3 writer #archive of our own #ao3 stuff #gomens #anthony j crowley #somewhat canon compliant

[midnights-dragon]

When Crowley gets drunk again and says I lost the love of my life in season three then what

#contrasting i lost my best friend after the bookshop fire……. ourghhhhh #good omens #crowley #crowley good omens #aziraphale #good omens s2 #good omens season 2 #good omens speculation #good omens spoilers

[sadisticallysmirking]

FEBUWHUMP DAY 17: INFERNO + TIME LOOP (alt. prompts)

Crowley is forced to relive his worst nightmare.

Fandom: Good Omens

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (minor)

Characters: Crowley

Additional Tags:

Whump

Angst

Crowley Whump (Good Omens)

Crowley Loves Aziraphale

Scene: The Bookshop Fire (Good Omens)

Captivity

Torture

Unhappy Ending

Ficlet

#febuwhump #febuwhump2023 #febuwhumpday17 #good omens #good omens fanfiction #good omens crowley #good omens crowley whump #the bookshop fire #good omens s1e5

[lydiablackblade]

Honestly, this is stupid, but I still cannot get over they blew up the Bentley for real. I mean ...

Is this a rarity? Or not? How many functioning oldtimer Bentley is out there? They didn't even manage to find two matching one, not to mention finding two from the same year, and they just destroyed one of them o.O

I truly had a moment when I came to know this "fun" fact.

Edit: I was wrong, what a relief ^_^ see this post https://www.tumblr.com/scrapheapchallenge/727682707785678849/hello-neil-first-of-all-i-loved-s2-and-felt-the?source=share

#same with the bookshop #neil you really has pyromania #not enough to set David on fire? #the bentley #good omens #good omens 1

[im-sorry-what-ii]

convinced a friend to watch good omens and watching her go through the 5 stages of grief in real time is prime entertainment

#she hasnt even started s2 #bookshop fire is where we're at #good omens

[goofyliljoober]

"I thought we carved it out for ourselves."

"So did I!"

#good omens #Im not ready for the angst of these two and I know its gonna happen eventually #I already cried 17 times to the bookshop fire scene from season one I can't take it anymore #I JUST WANT THEM TO BE HAPPY AND BE HUSBANDS IN PEACE AND GO ON DINNER DATES AND AAAAAAHCJJDNVJDMVJAJSJCNNAK #ineffable husbands #good omens season 2

[queer-whatchamacallit]

Hey everyone look at this cool thing I made:

It took so incredibly long, and I don’t even know if I’m done with it or not :)

#good omens #art #illustration #digital illustration #crowley #anthony j crowley #gomens #a z fell #a z fell’s bookshop #aziraphale #aziraphale’s bookshop #snake crowley #fire #lighting #painterly #fanart #my art #i draw things