#Crowley's Bentley

[takeme-totheworld]

I know Neil has confirmed that Aziraphale didn't know Crowley was living in his car.

So I really want to know why he thought THE PLANTS were living in Crowley's car. Does he think Crowley has just taken to driving them around London with him all the time, just...because?

[scrumptiouspie]

Based on the photo behind the cut (I tried reverse searching the give the photo proper credit, but couldn't find the photographer so if anyone knows who took it, do let me know, please)

[the-ineffable-dance]

So, I made a silly little post a while ago about how cute it was that Aziraphale suddenly wanted to take the Bentley after waiting 90 years to drive here. But since I wrote it, I watched the episode again, and suddenly a few things started to fall into place.

Aziraphale being so desperate to take the Bentley always struck me as kind of strange. Like, he's spent 90 years of Crowley driving around and has never asked to drive before. Why right now? Crowley seems as surprised by the request... he's not taking the train? He loves trains!

And then... it hit me. He's going to Edinburgh.

The last time he went to Edinburgh, his worst nightmare came true. Crowley got pulled down to Hell to face punishment for his acts of kindness.

And now, Aziraphale is going back there. The circumstances are completely different, of course, but I'm certain that he remembers vividly losing Crowley. He would want to make sure that Crowley is safe and out of Hell's reach while he's gone.

But with him out of London, how can he make sure that his demon is safe? The Bentley is now not only Crowley's car, but also where he's living now that he got kicked out of his apartment, so most of his time is spent there. Aziraphale is probably aware of this, but he also knows that the demons can get to Crowley in the car. Beelzebub entered the Bentley without permission, as did Hastur in season 1.

But the bookshop is safe. Only Aziraphale can give permission to enter the shop (Crowley seems to have permanent permission because he can now come at will). So, he takes the Bentley, and asks Crowley to watch over Jimbriel in the bookshop, in the one place that he will be completely safe.

Now all Crowley has to deal with is an amnesiac archangel! What could possibly go wrong?

[miniiieevee]

i KNOW it doesn't really make sense by the way this picture is taken since it's supposed to be the 30s but imagine this is what happened

[livhowlett]

I remember @neil-gaiman saying that Crowley is an unreliable narrator when telling the story of his fall.

I thought "Oh that can't be true"

Then I remembered this:

BITCH! This happened only a few days ago!

Not a scratch!? After Anathema Device hit your car!?

I see what Neil ment!

[thebookshopofnightingales]

in the backseat of his car

Aziraphale x reader (x Crowley at the end)

summary: a quick trip to Scotland to retrieve a book quickly turns into something a little less innocent...

cw: 18+ only!! smut asf, dirty talk, the Bentley being used for unholy reasons, thigh riding, reader pronouns not specified but 'good girl' is used, very slight hair pulling, switch!Aziraphale and switch!reader, dom!Crowley, handjobs, hickeys/bruises

word count: 1.1k

A/N: my first fic! (on this account, anyway) and we're straight into the smut hehe. I may or may not have started a part 2 so let me know if you wanna read that too. happy reading😈

You and that sweet-talking Angel of yours have somehow managed to convince Crowley to let you borrow his beloved Bentley to the Scottish highlands. Aziraphale caught wind of a particular first-edition that he just had to get his wings on. He was practically begging Crowley to take his car, and you have never been to Scotland so hoped to accompany him. Needless to say, after some heavy praise and the two of you worshipping him in bed, he reluctantly agreed.

You admire the hilly landscape on your left, and the angelic being on your right.

“Darling, you’re staring again.” His eyes don’t leave the road as he speaks. Such a soft voice, you think. But only you know just how filthy his mouth can get.

“I can’t help it,” you coo, “you look so good driving Crowley’s car.” You bite your lip, of which Aziraphale catches a glimpse of. You know the smallest gestures that get him shifting in his seat. You smirk to yourself. Slowly, your hand caresses his gorgeous thigh, moving ever so slightly higher and higher, until-

“Oh-” Aziraphale releases a heavy breath once you reach his crotch, palming him over his trousers as you feel him beginning to harden under your touch.

“My sweet Angel is already getting hard for me.” You purr into his ear. He whimpers, and writhes in his confinements, groaning at the friction.

When he has become completely hard, you lick your lips and remove your hand. He audibly whines at the loss of your touch.

“God, what are you doing to me?” You’re not sure if he said ‘God’ because he hears you say it so much, or because he’s actually asking, but there are times when Aziraphale becomes so worked up that a blasphemy or two will escape his sweet lips. And you’re not complaining.

You leave Aziraphale high and dry for the rest of the ride, eager fantasising about what’ll happen once you arrive, every so often sneaking peeks at his full blown erection from within his trousers and the way he has a light shine of sweat over his beautiful face. You squeeze your thighs together in anticipation. 

You shift over to the driver’s seat while Aziraphale is retrieving his book, watching him through the window with your bottom lip between your teeth, ready to pull off as soon as he sits down. With so much energy and excitement pulsing from your head down to your core, you need him here and now. 

Except it can’t be here.

“My dear, why are you sitting in the driver’s seat?” Aziraphale asks through the window. “You know I’m a much safer driver. You drive like Crowley.”

“Oh, my angel, you’ll be fine. Now get in the damned car.” You reply with a knowing smirk.

You whiz through the roads, barely sparing a couple of oblivious pedestrians. Aziraphale hides behind his book.

Finally, you find a secluded parking area overlooking a beautiful Scottish view just as the sun has set. As the sky is growing darker, so are your eyes.

“Get in the back seat.” You order Aziraphale. He can’t help the twitch of his cock at your tone and does as you say. As you climb over to straddle his lap, he moves your hips so you're just straddling just one of his thighs. Your eyes widen with lust and you let out a small moan just at the idea of what’s about to happen. He leans his lips to your ear as he pulls your hair back slightly.

“I’m in charge now, my dear.” He whispers, before moving to kiss and nibble at your neck.

“Fuck, yes Angel.” You moan breathlessly as your head falls back. With a snap of his fingers, you are suddenly left in just your underwear. He grips onto your hips and begins guiding your heat over his thigh. The friction is delicious and you begin to grind harder against him, moaning at the sensation. Aziraphale lets out a groan at the sight of you like this, beginning to leave your wetness on his trousers. You can see the tent beginning to form, so you run your fingers over his clothed crotch and let them slide beneath the waistband. This time Aziraphale lets his head fall against the back seat and you descend your lips to his neck, sucking just under his ear enough to leave a mark. You kiss the bruise you’ve left and hum at the sinful sight of a hickey on your Angel. His grip gets tighter on your hips, surely leaving bruises of his own.

You begin stroking his length faster as you begin to reach your climax. He tenses his thigh more to intensify your pleasure. It’s all breathy moans and each other's names on your tongues.

He pulls your hand from his cock and leans it on his shoulder. He’s always enjoyed being able to truly bask in your pleasure with no distractions.

“Fuck, Aziraphale, this feels so good, I’m so close.” You’re breathless and moaning as you grind harder and faster. Aziraphale, one hand still on your hip, takes the other to lightly brush your hair behind your ear.

“Come for me, my dear. Fuck, that’s it. Good girl.”

His dirty words send you over the edge and have you coming undone hard on his thigh.

“Aziraphale, Angel, fuck!” You almost scream it feels that heavenly. You ride out your orgasm with your mouth wide and face contorted by pleasure. You collapse against his chest, lazily reaching back down for his still aching cock. He groans and deeply chuckles, and you can feel the resonance from his chest.

“I like when you let sin fall from your lips, Angel.” You purr, using your thumb to lightly tug on his lower lip. There’s so much lust in his eyes that you would never be able to tell that he’s one of Heaven’s ones.

“It’s because you tempt it out of me.” You feign shock at his remark. “Oh, come on, darling, you can’t pretend that you don’t have a little of the Devil in you.” 

You bite your lip. “And you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

A crackle of the radio interrupts the moment. Except you’re not expecting Crowley’s voice.

“Well, aren’t you two a salacious pair? Remember, I can feel everything that happens to and in this car. So imagine my surprise when I’m locking up your bookshop and suddenly I’m hard as a rock.” His words surprise you and your hand comes to your mouth, failing to hide your grin of excitement from your Demon’s words.

“Oh. Oh dear.” Aziraphale musters.

“Oh dear indeed, Angel.” You can hear Crowley’s gritted teeth through the speaker of the car and you chuckle with your lip between your teeth. “And don’t think I can’t tell that your hand is still wrapped around Aziraphale’s cock, my love.”

“Crowley, don’t be so- oh, Heavens.” Aziraphale moans as you suddenly tighten your grip and work your hand faster. 

Oh, this is going to be fun.

[inconveniently-discorporated]

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I JUST NOTICED CROWLEY'S EYES AREN'T SNAKE EYES IN THIS SHOT BECAUSE HE'S NOT A DEMON

THIS MAKES ME SAD, WHY DOES THIS MAKE ME SAD? FFSDAFGJJKJHGDSSFG

(probably because he now HIDES HIS EYES from EVERYONE and those were the eyes that lit up at the sight of the stars and it just reinforces everything that was taken from him)

BUT ON A BRIGHTER NOTE (literally), WE DO HAVE THIS

As much as I feel this scene foreshadows the end conversation where he basically implies he wants to change everything, it still also reinforces that he loves Crowley as he is now.

And so now I'm even more entrenched in the idea that Aziraphale wasn't saying, "I want to change you for Heaven," he was saying, "I need you to come back and change Heaven the way you changed me."

And as a further follow up to my other post about Aziraphale getting in "their" car and promptly changing everything -- all the ways he changed it are the ways Crowley changed for him.

Crowley went too fast, and then he slowed down for the angel.

Crowley played his role hard in Job, but then he showed his sweeter side.

Crowley wears black shades everywhere else, but in the bookshop he reveals those brilliant yellow eyes.

SO REALLY, WHAT I THINK I'M SAYING, IS ON THE SURFACE THE WHOLE AZIRAPHALE/BENTLEY THING APPEARED TO BE ABOUT HIM CHANGING CROWLEY (THE WAY HIS DIALOGUE AT THE END APPEARS TO BE THE SAME WAY)

BUT IT'S REALLY ABOUT EMBRACING ALL THE WAYS CROWLEY HAD MADE HIMSELF VULNERABLE TO THE ANGEL AND WANTING THE WORLD (AND HEAVEN) TO SEE THE SIDE OF HIM HE LOVES SO MUCH (AND CROWLEY RESISTING THAT & NOT BEING READY TO TAKE OFF THE GLASSES)

[somewhere-in-wales]

Why is Crowley living in the Bentley?

The 'living-situation' equivalent of the bodyguard lean...

...is living in your car within 2 minutes distance, so you can be there at the drop of a hat when needed.

Sure, you could get yourself a flat, you're a demon, you've accumulated enough money over the years.

Or you could ask your friend to move in (the one who said only 50 or so years ago that you went too fast for them).

But they live in an Embassy that protects you from Hell, and you're not sure what happens to that protection if you officially move in.

So really, the easiest solution (when you've experienced the heartbreaking pain of thinking you've lost them and you're scared shitless that it might happen again), the logical solution is to just sleep in your car. At the steering wheel. Less than 2 minutes away.

So you can be there at the drop of a hat when they call.

To rescue them. To defend them. To keep them safe.

[peetae]

crowley is not taking the divorce well

[inevitably-ineffable-husbands]

Crowley's Bentley = Crowley's Heart?

Putting on them clown damned shoes again, y'all. Had a thought last night while typing out today's additions to my GO S2 Meta...

Is Crowley's Bentley supposed to be a metaphor for his heart?

THINK ABOUT IT:

In Season 1:

The Bentley survives the fire because Crowley believes with all his heart that he and the car will make it to save Aziraphale.

Crowley drives fast because his love for Azzie makes his heart race.

Speaking of driving too fast, when Aziraphale say's "you drive too fast for me Crowley", subtextually he means "your heart moves too fast for me, I'm not ready for you".

In Season 2:

Crowley's houseplants (the only things he supposedly loves) are in his Bentley (home is where the heart is??). He didn't have the heart to throw them away, so... he put them in his heart where they will be loved.

Crowley sends Aziraphale away from the bookshop to protect him from the threat of Heaven, and the safest place he knows is (his heart) The Bentley, which will take care of Azzie. He literally locks Azzie away in his heart to keep Azzie safe and sheltered away from everyone.

Crowley can feel everything happening in and around the Bentley. He knows when his heart slowed down because he wasn't worried about Aziraphale anymore; his heart desires to please Aziraphale and make him happy by driving slow, playing music Aziraphale loves, offering him sweets, and being painted yellow like Crowley's eyes. Crowley only threatens because he's worried Aziraphale will find out that he loves him if the Bentley keeps up with being adoring to Aziraphale. GUYS I THINK WE'RE GOING TO GET A DOTING-HUSBAND-CROWLEY is what I'm getting at, here.

That said, the Bentley ADORES Aziraphale, trying to follow him and keep him safe. And immediately does what Aziraphale asks, just like Crowley usually does.

At the end of S2E6, the Bentley plays the music Crowley is thinking about immediately after their spat and his failed confession, then shuts it off angrily because he’s heart broken... so he “breaks the (love) song” by shutting it off and out of his heart.

BASICALLY what I'm saying is that in the 90 or so years he's owned the Bentley is when he truly realized he was IN LOVE with Aziraphale and poured all that love into the Bentley instead to compensate.

Shax even says to Aziraphale in S2E4:

"Sometime, in the last 80 or 90 years, I remember hearing that you and Crowley were an item."

Very specific numbers, mentioned TO the love interest inside of the damned Heart itself, isn't it? And we know Shax can read into people's hearts (she does it numerous times in the season, specifically with the Crowley mirror, Maggie, in S2E5 and again to Aziraphale in S2E6, revealing more about Crowley and Azzie).

I reckon there's a LOT more, but like... DAMN this feels like Phones and Hearts all over again. I'm not sure if this makes the Bookshop Azzie's heart (right now I'm thinking MAYBE??), but that's something else to explore after another rewatch. That would mean, if the Bookshop was Azzie's heart, that he realized a LOT longer ago than Crowley he loved him. Hmm.

Let me know what y'all think! <3

[iantoharkness-jones]

SEASON 1

SEASON 2

SEASON 3

[secretdiaryofcrowley]

“Hello, Traitor.”

How?

How, how, how? How can she be in here?

I just got used to the fact that my Bentley has angelic protection now. And that protection didn't fade away when my angel left for Heaven. Demons can't be in here; they’d have to be invited in.

Shax obviously can. “I was going to pull you down to my new office, as it seems befitting for my new position. But you’re so miserable already, I didn’t want to drag you out of your safe space."

No, you just wanna throw it right into my face that you can be in said safe space without any consequences. Don't think I don't recognize your tactics.

"Besides, Hell doesn’t need to know about our little talk, do they?”

"Oh, are we having a talk?" Slouching in my seat I lean back, giving her my cheekiest smirk. Oh, I can feel her new powers emanating from her and I don't know what she's capable of, but there's no way in Hell, I'll show her any fear. Two can play this game.

"We are. I brought chocolates."

"Chocolates?" My face freezes again, this time with astonishment. "You honestly think, I can be won over with chocolates?"

She eyes me from the side. "Well, my first intent was using death threats, but after watching you cry and whine and sob all these last months, I didn't think you would mind discorporation or even destruction so much. If I threatened you, you'd probably respond with something like: 'I don't want to live without my angel!' or 'Please kill me already.' So, I decided not to do you that favour.”

All these last months watching Crowley TV? “Oh, so glad, I could contribute to your amusement with my misery.”

“You couldn’t. Although my associate quite enjoyed seeing you like this... Oh, that was sarcasm, wasn’t it? I’m getting very good at spotting it.”

“Oh, are you? My sincerest congratulations on making Duchess of Hell, then.”

“Thank you.” Shax looks very pleased with herself. “Finally, the next step in my career. Beelzebub was right about their departure offering chances. It won’t stop at this stage, though. I have great plans for my future.”

“Lemme guess.” I take a closer look at the box of chocolates lying on the dashboard. “Grand Duchess of Hell, Princess of Hell, Mother of Demons…”

She brought schnapspralinen. What am I gonna be, a kangaroo? Oh, but there’s whiskey and rum and vodka and ouzo and eau de vie and sake... oh, my! Pity, they aren’t full bottles, just tiny sips covered in chocolate.

“You’ve been out of Hell for a while.” Shax frowns, her giant face hovering over me. “But you do remember that demons don’t have… Crowley, what are you doing?”

“Right.” It’s all just a question of size, isn’t it? I’ll think, I’ll start with that round piece of cherry brandy. Ngk… why does that stupid pen have to be so heavy? And… bam! Nice little holey hole! Keep the good stuff flowing.

“Crowley! Will you stop this nonsense?”

She reaches for me, but I’m quicker, jumping down on the steering wheel to evade her hand. “What? A gift is a gift!”

“I want you to work for me, Crowley. You’ll get to be Duke of Hell, once I’m Grand Duchess. And you can have your flat back.”

“The Bentley’s fine. Lots and lots and lots of space for me to enjoy.” I slide down on one side of the steering wheel (hey, this is fun) and start to climb over the radio to get back on the dashboard.

This time, she’s quicker. Her hand comes down on me and she grabs me between her gloved fingers. “I could just squash you like a bug.”

“Right.” Tiny little tears spurt from my eyes. “My angel has left me for Heaven, please be merciful and end my suffering.”

“No. Stop being so pathetic.” She sets me down and I reach for the pen again. Your vodka’s mine, you pear-shaped piece of brittle chocolate. Hand it over right now!

There’s simply no way in Heaven or Hell I’m having the rest of this conversation sober.

~*~

More Diary Parts

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[ineffablesongoftheday]

Ineffable Song of the Day 🎵

Fast Car 🏎

You got a fast car I want a ticket to anywhere Maybe we make a deal Maybe together we can get somewhere Any place is better Starting from zero got nothing to lose

You got a fast carIs it fast enough so you can fly away? You gotta make a decision Leave tonight or live and die this way

[velveteencryptid]

WHY IS NOBODY TALKING ABOUT THE BENTLEY BONDING WITH AZ AND FOLLOWING HIM LIKE A PUPPY?!?

Okay. I know why.

BUT STILL. I will forever cherish the Bentley loving Az and wanting to take care of him and give him what he wants/likes.

[embracing-the-ineffable]

The open Bentley window at the end of season 2

I mentioned this in my huge post about how the Bentley permanently changes* when Aziraphale drives it to Scotland, but I want to highlight this observation in it's own post.

Crowley parks the Bentley outside the bookshop at the start of episode 5, before the ball. Look at his hand:

The window is OPEN. Does he leave it open? Why? Is he expecting a delivery, or is someone supposed to come take something out of the Bentley? Is it still open at the end of the season? Is that why we can't see the bullet hole decals after the kiss?

I think so; look at the way the back side window has a light reflection but the front side window has a perfectly clear view of the black seats* inside.

I don't know what it means, but I'm certain it's another Clue.

(Footnotes having to do with other GO Clues are below:)

*In season one and the first few episodes of season two, the Bentley is a gray and black 2-door with a brown interior. After it's briefly yellow, it changes to a fully black 4-door with smaller hubcaps and a textured black interior, no matter who's driving it. Yes, I know the model/actor for the Bentley changed between seasons. Yes, I know there's a full car and a cab-only set. Yes, I know they were being careful with their budget. No, those facts don't explain away** the clear visible changes in the Bentley during/after the Edinburgh road trip, halfway through season 2. They added - and started using - back doors! Take a look at all the screencaps I collected.

**David Tennant wasn't filming Dr Who and Good Omens at the same time. Like good magicians, Neil Gaiman & co are just trying to misdirect us away from the Clues*** - and there are a LOT of them.

***I have SO MANY more Clues and metas collected here!

[sasyall]

I've finally finished Crowley's Bentley. It took me an embarrassingly long time to finish it. Almost 2 weeks (I wasn't really drawing it 24/7, more like 1-2 hours a day with doing other things in between but still...) This was a real challenge for me. I didn't want it to look "realistic" but I didn't want it to look "unrealistic" either, I kinda wanted it to look similar to other things I draw, like somewhat cute I guess... I think it turned out fine, but there is a chance I will redraw it at one point when I decide it is the worst thing I have ever drawn 🤣 But for now let's say I'm happy with how it turned out🥲