#Bentley Speed Six

[mensfactory]

1930 Bentley Speed Six Continuation Series prototype

[automundoarg]

Auto de Carreras del Siglo: Diez finalistas, ¿quién ganará?

Para celebrar su centenario, la revista británica Motor Sport organizó una encuesta pública para resolver el interrogante. Conocé a los finalistas.

La pregunta sobre cuál es el mejor coche de carreras de todos los tiempos ha generado debates acalorados entre los aficionados desde los albores del deporte motor. Desde los poderosos Bentley de los años ‘20 hasta los modernos Red Bull, cada década ha tenido su icono. Para conmemorar su centenario, la revista británica Motor Sport ha lanzado una encuesta especial para elegir el Auto de Carreras…

[high-tech-info]

Bentley Speed Six Continuation Series revealed #bentley #bentlyspeedsix

[crownedstoat]

Bentley Speed Six continuation.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Good Omens filming locations masterpost! ❤ 🐍😊 Part 1

I made a Google map containing all the locations, see here! :)

Part one contains Season One, continue here for part 2 and here for part 3 containing the rest of S1 and Season Two, also a bonus book mausoleum!!! (it is split into more parts because tumblr has a limit of images in one post :))

SEASON 1

London:

AC in Berkeley Square (S01E06) - Tavistock Square, London

Scene: AC swap back and decision to go to The Ritz

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30–21

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Crowley in the pub (S01E05) – The Enterprise pub, London

Scene: Crowley drinking and meeting not quite corporal Aziraphale

Availability (as of 2024): Mon-Wed 12-23, Wed-Sat 12-24, Sun closed

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Crowley on the way to the burning bookshop (S01E05) – Wardour Street, London

Scene: Crowley's Bentley rushing throught the streets of London

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC on the bus (S01E01) - Piccadilly Circus, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley meet on the bus to discuss the antichrist, in the background the Piccadily Circus can be seen

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC at The Ritz (S01E01, S01E06) - Criterion, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley at The Ritz in the first and sixth episode of the first season. It was actually filmed at the Criterion restaurant which since then has unfortunately been closed and now (2024) there is Masala Zone with unfortunately changed interier :(.

Availability (as of 2024): Mon to Thur 12:00-22:30, Fri 12:00-23:00, Sat 12:30-23:00, Sun 12:30-22:30

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AC on the way to the manor (S01E02) – Whitehall street, London

Scene: Crowley with Aziraphale driving the Bentley to the Tadfield manor

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC leaving the St James's Park (S01E01) - Carlton House Terrace, London

Scene: The stars on which Aziraphale and Crowley leave St James's Park in Episode 1, Crowley tempts Aziraphale to lunch and they speed away

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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AC meeting in St James's Park (S01E01, S01E03, S01E06) - St James's Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley's meeting in St James's Park by the ducks in the first season in episode one (about the antichrist), episode three (victorian scene) and episode six (the kidnapping)

Availability (as of 2024): 5-24

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Newt meeting Shadwell (S01E02) – Between Westminster Abbey and Palace of Westminster, London

Scene: Newt meets Shadwell for the first time

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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The Bandstand scene in St James's Park (S01E03) – Battersea Park, London

Scene: The bandstand scene in season one.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

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Aziraphale stops Gabriel during his jogging (S01E04) - Battersea Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale stops Gabriel during the jogging.

Availability (as of 2024): 8am until dusk

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'Crowley' outside his flat (S01E06) - Eastfields Avenue, London

Scene: The morning after the Apocaflop 'Crowley' coming out from his flat.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Dirty Donkey in 1967 (S01E03) - The Cat's Back pub, London

Scene: The interior of Dirty Donkey from 1967 where Crowley meets Shadwell for the first time has been filmed in The Cat's Back pub (the interior has been transformed into the 60s)

Availability (as of 2024): Mon - Closed, Tues: 5pm - 11pm, Wed - Thu: 4pm - 12am, Fri: 4pm - 1am, Sat: 2pm - 1am, Sun: 1pm - 11pm

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Shadwell reports to Crowley (S01E03) – Best Cafe, London

Scene: Shadwell meeting Crowley in the present time.

Availability (as of 2024): street all day, the establishment itself seems closed now :(

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AC talking about the Warlock's birthday party (S01E01) - Crystal Palace Park, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley watching Warlock in the park with dinosaurs and talking about the birthday party

Availability (as of 2024): 7:30am - sunset

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AC stopping in a cafe after the manor (S01E02) – Penge Cafe (then) / Antonella's Cafe and Bistro (now), London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley stopping to discuss how to find the antichrist after visiting the Tadfield manor, at the time of the shooting it was named Penge Cafe, now renamed to Antonella's Cafe and Bistro 

Availability (as of 2024): Wed-Sat 8:30-5, Sun: 9-5

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AC watching Hamlet in 1601 (S01E03) – Shakespeare's Globe, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley secret meeting in 1601 during a Hamlet performance

Availability (as of 2024): They open at specific times for tours and performances. See performances and tours on www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/, for example 3 APRIL - 23 OCTOBER there's a 'Pride Guided Tour bringing to life the queer stories and characters from Shakespeare’s life and times.' :). https://www.shakespearesglobe.com/whats-on/guided-tour-pride/

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Crowley after bringing down the phone network (deleted scene, DVD) – Trinity Church Square, London

Scene: Crowley leaving after he brings down the mobile phone network in the BT Tower

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Heaven top floor (S01E04, S01E06) – Sky Garden, London

Scene: The Heaven top floor background windows were filmed in Sky Garden, we are seeing this at the scene where Michael shows Gabriel the Earth Observation Files and during Aziraphale's execution (though the scene itself seems to be filmed with green screen)

Availability (as of 2024): the access is free but needs to be booked beforehand at https://skygarden.london/

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Stairs To Heaven and Hell (S01E01) – The Broadgate Tower, London

Scene: Aziraphale and Crowley go to Heaven and Hell through the staircase

Availability (as of 2024): The tower is open Mon-Fri 9-18 but there is a reception downstairs where these stairs are – I've visited twice and once they were okay with me taking picks of the stairs and once not. The stairs are thought well visible from the outside and pics can be taken that way.

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Aziraphale, Tracy and Shadwell on a scooter (S01E05) - Cardwell Road, London

Scene: Aziraphale miracles Tracy's scooter to fly with them and Shadwell to Tadfield

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Where Shadwell and Madame Tracy live (S01E02, S01E04, S01E05) - Hornsey Road, London

Scene: The residence of Shadwell and Madame Tracy. We see it in episode two (Newt arrives), episode four (Newt leaves for Tadfield) and episode five (shaken Shadwell arrives, customers for the seance arrive)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Aziraphale eating sushi (S01E01) - Red 'N' Hot (closed), London

Scene: Aziraphale eating sushi with a surprise visit from Gabriel

Availability (as of 2024): It was filmed in the Red 'N' Hot – a sichuan restaurant, but it has been closed (now there is another restaurant with different interior)

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Some scenes has also been filmed in the West London Film Studios.

Hambleden:

Hambleden is the place where most of the Tadfield village was shot :).

Tadfield Square (S01E01, S01E03, S01E05, S01E06) – Square in front of the church, Hambleden

Scene: Crowley phoning Aziraphale to tell him about the Armageddon in episode one, Adam reading and Anathema with R.P. Tyler in episode 3, seen R.P. Tyler meeting those going to the airfield in episode 5 and Aziraphale and Crowley are drinking on a bench after the Apocaflop and waiting for the bus

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Adam's house (S01E02 , S01E03, S01E06) - Hambleden

Scene: Adam Young's house (can be seen in several episodes)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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The Them buying ice-cream (S01E02) – Hambleden convenience store, Hambleden

Scene: The store that The Them bough ice-cream from

Availability (as of 2024): Street all day, the store Mon-Sat 8-17, Sun 8-16:30

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The Them planning to stop Armageddon (S01E05) - Hambleden

Scene: The Them returning planning to go to airfield and stop Armaggedon

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Anathema's cottage (S01E02, S01E03, S01E04) – cca 2km from the Hambledon square

Scene: The scenes with Anathema's cottage (Jasmine Cottage) were filmed here, it can be seen several times throughout the series (like Anathema moving in, AC dropping her off or Adam visiting her)

Availability (as of 2024): street all day

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Others in England:

Warlock's house (S01E01) – High Canons, Borehamwood

Scene: The Warlock's home was filmed at the High Canons Estate which is listed on National Heritage List for England

Availability (as of 2024): The High Canons Estate is currently privately owned and not open to public, the house is not visible from road.

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Hastur and Ligur hand over the Antichrist (S01E01) – Holy Trinity Church, Penn Street

Scene: Hastur and Ligur give Crowley the Antichrist at the graveyard

Availability (as of 2024): the outside should be available all day

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(continue to Part 2 :))

[most-normal-eccles-cake-ignorer]

"It's always too late, isn't it?"

Aziraphale tells Crowley he goes too fast for him, but it’s not just him: Crowley’s order is six (6) shots of espresso in a big cup; he drenches Nina and Maggie beneath the Awning of a New Age because he wants vavooming to occur immediately; the Bentley needs to be above the speed limit even if it’s not him driving. For an eternal being, he has an extraordinary sense of ugrency.

Before the Beginning, he saw a few million years as just getting started—a brief loading screen before the lights in the firmament got going properly.

Present day Crowley hasn’t known that kind of naïve hope in thousands of years. He knows how much you can lose when you have to play "poker in a pitch dark room for infinite stakes with a dealer that won't tell you the rules and smiles all the time". He is acutely aware of how fragile the future is.

[frenchcurious]

Bentley 6,5 litres Speed ​​Six Gurney Nutting Saloon 1930 « Blue Train Special ». - source Cars & Motorbikes Stars of the Golden era.

[doonarose]

Writers Guild Cock Fight: Four Speed Manual Transmission

CW/TW: Explicit, handjobs, public sex (but not caught/exhibitionism), a vaguely sentient Bentley, sex in the Bentley

Summary: The second coming thwarted, Crowley and Aziraphale head off in the Bentley towards the South Downs. But after six thousand years of waiting, and now suddenly not having to, Crowley can't stop looking at him. When he discovers he can touch Aziraphale as well, laying a testing hand against his thigh, it becomes inevitable that they don't quite make it all the way to the cottage before having to touch each other quite a lot more.

Written for the GOAD Smut War @goodomensafterdark

Thanks: Enormous thanks to the Good Omens After Dark Writer's Guild for cheerleading this! I have a lot on my plate at the moment and they have put up with me being insufferably annoying about it! Special thanks to u/Aidaran-ao3 for letting me barge into her post time and for a last-minute beta! Also to u/Blackjeans93 for britpicking! And to u/SouthernFriedAmy and u/KotiasCamorra for betaing bits of this as it was written!

Excerpt: “How far?” Aziraphale asks, looking deliberately away from the bookshop at Crowley.

“What?”

“Your cottage?”

Crowley stops himself from correcting Aziraphale by saying ‘Your cottage’, because that’s what it is.

“An hour, tops. It’ll be worth it, I promise.”

Aziraphale nods some more and lets Crowley’s hand drop. He moves off down the street, towards the passenger side of the Bentley. Crowley stalks along behind him, hands shoved deep in his snug pockets as he contemplates this new version of reality where they can be together, in a cottage, without any of the cares that have blighted them since the beginning of time.

When he looks up, Aziraphale has the small stack of books, bound by twine, in one hand, while his other hand rests on the passenger door handle, waiting for him expectantly. Surely the Bentley could let him in if she wanted to.

Prompted, the thought occurs to him, thrills him for its instantaneous possibility even more than the idea of the cottage and the new world order and them. “Would you,” he clears his throat and looks over the top of the car, “Perhaps, like to drive?”

“Really?” Aziraphale's eyes go wide but he doesn’t say no. “Why?”

Crowley tests the water. “Our car. Innit?”

Read the rest on AO3!!

[casie-mod]

Car enthusiasts SPEED DEMONS

How I imagine the convo between them going: Kim: That's an intriguing and handsome motor carriage you have there.

Crowley: *flashes a toothy grin* Yes, she is gorgeous, isn't she? They don't make 'em like this anymore. *gazes fondly at the Bentley before turning a closer eye to Kim's vehicle* Must say, I'm rather intrigued by your car as well . . . .

Crowley: *looks at Kineema quizzically, cocking head side to side, taking in the spindly legs, the boxy shape, the levers instead of wheel, and numerous other things that don't make sense* So how does it uh. . . .work?

Kim: *rattles off a brief manual-worthy functional description and technical specs of which he's particularly proud, which ultimately make it clear to Crowley that the machine is a death trap*

Crowley: So if you were to take just one turn a bit too sharply, the whole thing would come toppling down and just . . . explode.

Kim: Yes.

Crowley: *reflects on how he would not have been able to come up with something so damned in another six millenia* Oh.

Kim: *barest hint of a smile*

Crowley: *raises eyebrows* I will never understand you lot!

[burdistheword-blog1]

So like I just an idea for season 3 episode one of good omens. And I obviously don't think it's going to happen. But I'm gonna share it anyway))

~~

We get a wide shot view of the white room that is heaven. Hell fire is blazing in the middle, its remencient of seasons 1 attempted execution but grander. Azirphale is the Surpreme Arch angel after all. We get close up on the other Archangels and high rankers faces all various degrees of smug or expressionless none more smugger than Michael who has been named the new Surpreme as the floating head of the Metatron reads out his crimes and sentence. We settle on Azirphale as the Metatron asks him for any last words. And he speaks.

"May we see eachother again on better terms" (or what ever it is that he says in season 1. I cant remeber off the top of head) and his foot goes in getting ingulfed in the flame and...

✨️opening credits✨️

The rest of the episode is focused on earth and Crowley, but he seems off. In little ways. Like the Bentley is still driving slower than Crowleys speed and at times just straight up goes yellow the plants in it are completely dead (because there is no way Azriaphale can keep those things alive they looked close to death in season 2 ok). he eats ice cream and when he goes to get coffee it is no six shots of expresso. Now Crowley lives out of the bookshop and is always wearing a small peice of Azriaphales tartan. It changes almost ever couple of scenes where, like the peice has a mind of its own and is refusing to be left behind. Or the person wearing it is refusing.

Near the end he somehow hears- maybe by over hearing a conversation between Muriel and her own personal line to Azirphale that he gave her to keep being his eyes and ears on the "bookshop" (Crowley) about the Surpreme Archangels trial from who ever actually answers.- Obviously he seems concerned but in an almost un- Crowley way thats much more remencient of Azirphale. We zoom in on Crowley nervously twisting a non-existent pinky ring.

And then we go back to Azirphale.

Azriaphales standing in the fire completely his eyes are closed. We zoom in to his face the music begining to darken and slowly build. His eyes open and just for a flash, less than a second... their yellow and have a snake like slit. He gives a smirk that's very Crowley and....

✨️End credits✨️

Now look it's never gonna happen and I'm sure I'm gonna love hate Neil's actual episode 1 more than I could ever love hate this plot... but also...

THE BAMBOOZLEMENT THE GASPS OF SHOCKED HORROR AND EXCITEMENT. ANOTHER SWITCH?! WHERE WHEN HOW.

It'd be so fun truthfully.

What a way to kick off a season like we are on a fucking high stakes Rollercoaster.

And than episode two can open by retraumatizing us by showing us Every.

[secretdiaryofcrowley]

Things To Do Today

Drive.

Just drive

Nothing else.

Waking up this morning, I knew instantly that today is a driving day. I've sobered up to get rid of the hangover, but my headache's still there and it's persistent. Should've sobered up yesterday night, but I kinda like the fuzzy head. Keeps me from thinking.

If there's enough pain in my head, I suppose, I won't worry too much about the pain in my heart.

I don't want to go anywhere near the bookshop. I don't, but I need to return the CD to Muriel before it looses its song. Still, I drive around all day to work up the courage.

The song starts five or six times while I'm driving back to Soho. I try to listen, but in the end I always turn it off. My car turns it back on. I turn it back off.

At the horizon, far beyond the end of the road, the sun's going down in a blaze of red and orange. Like the whole world was about to end in fire.

The street lanterns at Whickber Street flicker on as I pass through. The stores are closed at this hour, but there's still light in most of the restaurants and, of course, the pub.

I could go there, have a whiskey. Or I could have a bottle of wine at Marguerite's or a bottle of Tsingtao at Mr & Mrs Chen's place.

No, I can't. It would never be just one glass or one bottle. Wasting yourself on your own is fine, but not in front of people you used know. Not front of people he used to know.

If I was human, I'd probably be dead in a ditch somewhere three times over. Being who I am, I know how far I can take this. This may be the worst time, but it is certainly not the first.

It's not even the first time I got my heart ripped out, but last time happened to be a bit more literal.

Do mine eyes deceive me? There's light in the bookshop. No, not in the shop itself, but up in the flat, in the very guest room that Gabriel used to live in when he was Jim.

For a brief moment I allow myself to imagine what it would be like if Aziraphale was still in there. He'd notice I was on my way and open the door for me. And then we'd sit inside and talk about something or other, have a drink or two, and maybe talk some more. He would have a snack and I would watch him eat. He would get excited about something and bounce around and I would listen to the ridiclous sounds coming out of his mouth.

And watch his smile. That beautiful beautiful smile. And everything would just be fine for a few hours.

A familiar silhouette at the window. Muriel is sitting there, probably on the inside sill, their head bent over a book they're holding. They're a fast reader, turning the pages at a quick and steady pace.

I wonder why Muriel didn't take Aziraphale's room. It's bigger than the guest room and it's not like he'll be back anytime soon.

Angels and their faith...

I drop the CD in the letterbox inside the door, trying to avoid any noises. Back on the road, I look up to the window again.

Muriel still seems busy with their book. I hope, they read all the brilliant ones first, then the good ones before moving on to the trash that they inevitably will find.

But then, these humans never can tell the difference. Goethe's Faust was a good book. Marie Corelli's Sorrows of Satan was a brilliant one.

I cross the road and signal for my car to come pick me up. Nina is still inside her closed-for-the-night-coffee shop sitting at a table across Maggie. They're talking to each other and they both look worried.

Time to get out of here. Just as the Bentley speeds around the corner, Maggie spots me and starts waving frantically. Nina looks up, too, her expression a mix and match between a sigh of relief and a death glare.

No. No talk. I don't want to talk to any of you. I did what I came for and now I'm leaving.

Just leave me alone, all of you!

~ * ~

More Diary Parts:

1 / 2 / 3 / 4 / 5 / 6 / 7 / 8 / 9 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18 / 19 / 20 / 21

[les-belles-mecaniques]

Affiche de la BENTLEY BLUE TRAIN . La Bentley Speed ​​Six est une auto créée pour la piste qui a forgé l'histoire de Bentley , victorieuse au Mans à plusieurs reprises, introduisant l'induction d'air forcé (compresseur) dans l'automobile sur son moteur de 180ch. Celle que l'on surnomme la « Train Bleu » est un exemplaire unique fabriqué en 1930 , célèbre pour avoir réussi à battre le célèbre « Train Bleu » , faisant le trajet entre Cannes et Calais. Sa ligne de toit basse lui confère un profil élancé . Elle était la seule Speed ​​Six dotée d'un toit. Ce design a été utilisé par l'équipe de design Bentley comme l'une des sources d'inspiration de la Continental GT moderne. Le pari à 200£ Alors à Cannes avec des amis, Woolf Barnato, président de Bentley parie 200£ qu'il peut battre le train bleu...

[nahokura]

Maybe that deep down, Crowley hoped that Aziraphale would turn back to him when he gave him that last look. That's why he leant on his Bentley, watching him go as the angel entered the lift. He stayed until the doors closed, but Aziraphale didn't change his mind. Crowley opened the door of his Bentley, his eyes wandering to Muriel, entering the bookshop that was no longer his best friend's, then to Nina, who waved at him and lastly, to Maggie who was sleeping peacefully on the counter of her vinyl disks shop. He couldn't help but envy the two women, they were able to communicate, to make things better between them, but apparently, Crowley wasn't even able to keep the man that he knew for more than six thousand years close to him.

Crowley turned on the radio, but quickly turned it off with a grunt when «A nightingale sang in Berkeley square» suddenly faded to «Good-old fashioned lover boy». He started driving, too slow for his usual speed, but he wasn't in the mood of breaking the law. He took the turn to head to his flat, thinking about how it could have been, how it was supposed to be. He would've took Aziraphale to the Ritz, to drink, because these last few days were really, really exhausting. He had planned to make it a date, and the smile that would've spread on Aziraphale's face kept playing in Crowley's mind, along with his usual ranting and their mindless conversations. He hated that, he didn't want to think about it.

He had opened to his best friend, for him to be rejected in the most horrendous way. Crowley thought that, maybe, Aziraphale would want him, but turned out he wanted an old version of him. It made his heart ache, thinking that after six fucking thousand years, Aziraphale still preferred it when Crowley was an angel. It hurt.

When Crowley arrived in front of his flat, he turned around in his seat to look at the plants he was supposed to take there, and he spotted a tulip. He frowned and picked it up, the plant seller probably left it there thinking that Aziraphale and him were boyfriends when they both picked the cardboards together, because a tulip, at least, it was what Crowley remembered, was a symbol of deep love. He got out of his car, the tulip in his hand and slammed the door almost angrily. He walked to the front doors and pushed them, he wanted to go home as quick as he could, drink alone and maybe stare at the planets he helped create for a while, or maybe it was a bad idea. He used the stairs, he didn't want to wait for the lift, he was sure that waiting would feel like hours if he did. Before entering his apartment, Crowley glanced at the flower and his fist tightened around it, his lower lip twitching down. He unlocked the door and opened it abruptly, he didn't walk correctly nor straight, even as he was sober. He walked in, he didn't close the door, but he threw the tulip. Petals fell off, hitting the floor without a noise, and Crowley turned around on himself. He felt the hole in his heart deepening with every seconds passing, and he didn't know what to do. He looked around in his apartment, but his mind always turned to the moment his lips separated from Aziraphale's, and the single sentence he breathed out. Crowley grunted once more, his hands shaking slightly as he kept turning around again and again, trying to think of something else, but he already missed the angel. The way he was always so close physically to him, the way he made Crowley feel less alone during his millennials as a demon. What was he supposed to do now that he had no one?

He glanced at the flower on the floor, his eyes welled up with unshared tears and he went outside his apartment, this time, closing the door but not locking it. He climbed down the stairs and breathed the fresh air as soon as his feet hit the concrete. However, he felt a drop hitting his shoulder, then his head. It was raining, and it smelled like it was going to worsen. Crowley went to his car and entered the driver's side, but he had no intention of going anywhere. Someone who was probably coming home from work, glanced at the demon who started to lean down, his head falling on the passenger seat as he curled his legs on the driver's one. The human shrugged it off and went home. Crowley clutched a hand on the tissue covering his heart and he straightened so he was now completely on the passenger's seat. He let out a shuddering breath and curled up, making himself comfortable, almost snuggling on the seat that once belonged to Aziraphale. He inhaled and hummed the residues of the angel's smell as a single tear escaped his left eye, the salt water drop blocked by his sunglasses as his heart shattered in million pieces.

—

@minty-fresh-toothpaste @princeloww

[edosianorchids901]

Miscalculations

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "a promise to break"

Aziraphale liked to think of himself as patient. He never even used miracles to speed up the release of books he was excited to read, despite the temptation. He only rarely ate food when it was hot enough to burn his tongue. And he’d put up with Crowley’s shenanigans for over six thousand years, even in retirement.

As patient as he was, he ought to have waited to bring his new lots of books inside until Crowley felt better. They would have been perfectly fine in the Bentley for another day or two while Crowley recovered from the latest pain flare, which had been caused by attending the auction in the first place.

But after lunch, and after getting Crowley comfortably installed on the sofa with a warm blanket, the remote and tea in easy reach, and Golden Girls set up on the telly, Aziraphale found himself twitchy. He had plenty of ways to keep himself busy, plenty of books to read. But he wanted those books.

“I’ll be back in a bit, hmm?” he murmured into a kiss against Crowley’s brow. “Need anything else?”

“Nuh, I’m okay. Ish.” Crowley gave a pained smile, weakly massaging his hip. “Don’t overdo it, eh?”

Aziraphale was still tired from the auction as well, and more than a little sore. But what harm could moving a few books do? “I’ll be perfectly fine, I promise.”

His back and neck twinged as he hauled the first big box out of the backseat, and he ignored it. He and Crowley both had rather a lot of lingering effects from long years of stressful control and sometimes outright cruelty from their old Sides. A bit of pain was nothing new. And anyway, he wasn’t in nearly as much pain as Crowley was after the auction. Silly to give into it.

But as Aziraphale dragged boxes upstairs, he found himself regretting not having the library downstairs. Oh, they had a lift, and he was using it in the interests of not breaking his promise to Crowley. But still, stacking boxes on the lift and then picking them back up again at the top was a touch more painful than he’d expected.

He picked up a box—and something abruptly went quite wrong. He froze, breathless at the agony. Oh no. Oh dear.

He couldn’t straighten up, not without the pain nearly knocking him over. He remained hunched forward, clutching the box. With a groan, he managed to move enough to rest the box he was carrying atop the stack.

Something like panic clawed at him. Even the slightest attempt to turn brought on an even sharper pain, and he gasped. Oh no. He wouldn’t be able to move enough to get to the controls for the lift. And if he couldn’t take the lift back down…

Crowley would have to take the stairs. When he was already in so much pain.

Blinking away tears, Aziraphale fumbled in his pocket and pulled out his mobile. He’d been resistant to getting one, at first, but having a disabled partner who sometimes needed help getting out of sticky situations made it imperative. This time, it seemed that things were flipped the other way. “Call Crowley.”

Crowley answered after a moment, sounding groggy. He must have been dozing. “Wot.”

“Hello, my dear. Um.” Aziraphale tried again to straighten and nearly blacked out. “You know how I, er, promised I wouldn’t overdo it?”

“Mm.”

Wincing, this time in embarrassment, Aziraphale leaned against the boxes. “I-I’m afraid I broke that promise, a bit.”

Crowley’s heavy sigh came through loud and clear. “‘Course you did. Be right there.”

“You’ll have to take the stairs,” Aziraphale said quickly, trying not to notice noises of agony coming from the other side of the line as Crowley struggled to his feet. “I’m afraid I was on the lift, taking books up, and I threw my back out. I-I can’t turn to get to the controls, to bring it back down. Perhaps we ought to install a second lift, really. I feel simply awful, I know how hard the stairs are on you when you’re already in pain, and I’m so sorry for—”

He was still babbling when the lift started to move. It descended gently, rocking a little as it settled in place.

Crowley, leaning against the wall with a deep frown, pointed to the control box beside him. “There’s one down here. And one up there. And one on the lift.”

Feeling even more ridiculous, Aziraphale cringed. “Ah. Yes. I forgot.”

“S’ all right. Pain does that.” With a low choked noise, Crowley pushed off the wall and limped onto the lift. He shook his head, studying Aziraphale’s hunched position. “Terrific job, angel. Have a gold star.”

“Heh. Is there, um…” Oh dear, this did hurt. “Any chance you can heal it?”

Crowley made a face. “Should be able to do enough that you can move, but my focus is shot. M’ way too foggy for precision miracles right now.”

“I understand.” Aziraphale gave his best adoring smile, which earned him pursed lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too. Even when you’re a bit of an idiot.” Crowley’s slender hand settled on Aziraphale’s back, and warmth suffused the area. “How’s that?”

The pain decreased a bit, and Aziraphale straightened up as much as he could. “Ah! That’s much better, thank you.”

“Yup. C’mon.” Still limping, Crowley took his arm and helped him off the lift. “Looks like we’re both down for the count, eh?”

“The count of what?”

“Times we’re allowed to incapacitate ourselves in a single weekend.” Although still pale, Crowley smiled. “No more big activity. Rest only, until we both feel better.”

Aziraphale cast a longing look back at his book boxes, then sighed and nodded. “All right, my dear. Rest it is.”

[jadevalentine-writes]

WIP - Chapter 1 - Good Omens Fanfic

Woops I fell into the Good Omens fandom and am in my second era of being obsessed with David Tennant, please send help. Wanted to get Chapter 1 finished tonight but they WILL NOT. Stop. TALKING. Have this preview instead! <3 Much love - Jade

That night started like many others. 

It was half-past six and they were leaving the bookshop for dinner. Aziraphale was excitedly pitching a new restaurant as they weaved between pedestrians and the few automobiles that decided to snail down the street. 

“Apparently they have the most lovely oysters!”

That nearly stopped Crowley in his tracks. 

“Oysters?” he asked as they approached the Bentley. “Well, I haven’t had good oysters since-”

“Rome,” they both said. 

Aziraphale let the small smile that tugged on his lips blossom when he saw the crooked one on Crowley’s face. 

“Now those were oysters! We can always go to Rome, you know,” Crowley added as he opened the driver door and folded himself inside the old car.

“I know,” Aziraphale said, a bit wistfully as he slowly opened the other door - the Bentley preferred his gentle touch, he thought. “For tonight, however, I’ll make due with these oyst-ow!” 

Aziraphale felt something jab him in the back of the head after he pulled his legs in and shut the door (gently). When he turned to inspect what had intruded upon his skull, he was met with a face full of green foliage. 

“Crowley?” he asked as the demon in question started the engine and the Bentley started to pull away from the curb. 

“M’yeah?”

“Why are your plants in the backseat?”

“Mm?” Crowley turned his head completely around to look into the backseat, ignoring the road in front of him. Aziraphale gripped the edges of his seat as the Bentley miraculously swerved around a parked car and half-dozen pedestrians without Crowley’s notice. 

“Oh yeah,” Crowley mumbled as he turned back around, attention once again lazily on the road. “Just thought they needed some fresh air is all.”

Aziraphale furrowed his brows. Sarcasm, but just a dash. Meaning whatever the real reason was, Crowley was sore about it. Aziraphale decided to press his luck. 

“Is there something wrong with your flat?”

“What? Ah, no, no, uh, flat’s good.” And then, quieter, “I think.”

“You think?” Aziraphale asked gently. 

Crowley shrugged, unaffected by the questioning or the other vehicles he tore past at three times the speed limit. 

“Yes, I think. Haven’t exactly been there in a few months myself.”

“A few months?” Aziraphale turned to Crowley, no longer worried about the road. “Crowley, what happened to your flat?” 

Aziraphale fought and failed to keep an image of Crowley’s pristine flat in flames from his mind. Then again, Crowley would be quite at home in fire. Suddenly the image warped and the flat in his mind became flooded with a complicated sprinkler system of holy water. He shuddered and shook his head to banish the thought. 

“Nothing happened to it!” Crowley groused. “At least, I hope not. Rather, it’s a bit occupied at the moment. And not by me! Hence the plants. I couldn’t abandon them, now could I?” 

Although Aziraphale smiled at Crowley’s affection for his chlorophyll companions, he would not let his…fondness for the demon distract him from the matter at hand. 

“And just what is occupying your flat so that the plants can’t be there?” Or, Aziraphale dared to think, who?

Crowley growled and Aziraphale could feel his lovely golden eyes glare at him beyond the dark shades. Crowley wrung his hands on the steering wheel and Aziraphale soothed the Bentley with a delicate pat on the dashboard. 

“My…replacement,” the demon spat. “You know, since-” here Crowley waved his left hand which, though somewhat distracting - Aziraphale always did think he had lovely hands - did well to encompass everything that has transpired since Armageddon-that-never-was. “Anyway turns out that my flat, er, the flat, was part of the job in the fineprint.” He sighed and sagged into his seat slightly. “You think I would have known. I invented the concept of fineprint in contracts. Guess I never thought it would be used against me.” 

Aziraphale was silent as he pondered Crowley’s words. They had both been left well enough alone after saving the world. A small price to pay, he supposed, considering neither of them were discorporated. Who would have guessed that their ruse would frighten each other’s sides so much they would have a semblance of worry-free existence for several months? 

At the end of the day, though, both sides still needed to get things done. Tax fraud would not commit itself, you know? Aziraphale supposed it made sense that Hell would replace Crowley since he was no longer truly aligned with their side. Though if that were the true reasoning, he supposed Hell should have sent a replacement a long time ago. 

“Just so I understand, your replacement is living in your, eh, the flat because it comes with the job?”

“Mmhm.” The noise was small, but Aziraphale could almost hear Crowley’s teeth grind together as he spit it out. 

“And they could not be trusted to care for your plants?”

“Oh, absolutely not!” 

“I see…and…does that mean you’ve been living in the car as well?”

Crowley opened his mouth to answer, but no sound came out. He tilted his head side-to-side, his jaw flexing as though trying our words to fit, but ultimately settling on nothing. His jaw clicked close and Aziraphale felt the Bentley speed up in response.

“Crowley, you could have-”

“Oh, look, we’re here!”

The Bentley jerked to a halt, though neither passenger moved forward an inch. Aziraphale narrowed his eyes while Crowley’s mouth stretched in a wide grin. 

“Why don’t you miracle us up a table while I find parking, eh angel?”

[recherchestetique]

1930 BENTLEY 65 Litre Speed Six Gurney Nutting Saloon known as the Blue Train Special

Image via Fueled for Lyfe