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Prompt: Crowley is enraged when he finds out the humans have decided to make central London an autonomous driving vehicles only zone. Aziraphale shows him how there might be advantages to it that Crowley’s overlooked.

Oh look at that! I posted! D; sorry for taking so long on something so short but I hope you like it!

It was hot in the Bentley.

Hotter then it could have been outside.

Cars passed by, zooming at a normal rate of speed.

And the Bentley followed suit.

In the beginning, Crowley was furious.

Somewhere in the middle he was simply peeved.

By the end he was absolutely wrecked.

Overall he was glad he hadn’t forgotten to miracle some tint to his car windows.

Aziraphale’s hands could play symphonies along Crowley’s legs, could entice even the innocent of demons.

People and cars passed by outside but inside, Crowley could barely stop himself from shaking under the pressure.

Aziraphale looked so lovely. So lovely and so wild, tufts of blonde hair bouncing atop his lovely bouncing head.

“A-Angel.” Crowley managed to stammer out. It took almost all his restraint just to whisper because if someone could hear or if someone could see that his face was flushed with absolute heat, then they would know.

The people outside would know that Aziraphale’s tongue played just as deftly as his hands. Those hands were his, that angel was his. Not in rights of possession, no, but bound to him through love.

Love he was giving in spades to the flustered demon above him. Through love they had conquered all and Aziraphale would conquer this naughty quest.

He had tasted everything the world had to offer. Now he wanted to taste Crowley, the best for last, le meilleur des meilleurs.

The people and cars outside passed by, cars moving on their own accord to afford their passengers a reprieve from driving. Crowley had been against it, angry that he couldn’t put pedal to the metal in the city but in all actuality, the Bentley almost always drove itself anyway.

Aziraphale had tried to assuage Crowley’s bad mood and when talking and things didn’t work to distract him, he tried a different method.

One that was currently ending with a satisfied groan and another heartfelt whisper of the angel’s nickname.

Aziraphale sat up grinning as if he had just won a verbal disagreement, proud of himself and of the joy he could embark on Crowley.

“It’s like I told you, my dear. Autonomous vehicles can have its advantages.”

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they got drunk when the world didn’t end and aziraphale slipped up! but in a good way twitter.com/sidetrek2 ko-fi.com/sidetrek

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He’s so proud

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aziraphale’s not judging, he just doesn’t want to get more confused. crowley’s just waiting until they make the angel and that human dude kiss already.

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Aziraphale enjoys indulging in very human things like wearing pajamas, breakfast in bed, and the concept of “waking up.”

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and here’s this little thing!!

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walking down from heaven

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crowley and aziraphale crashed a party one time. they don’t remember any of it after they drank excessive amounts of alcohol, but it was recorded on anathema’s snapchat

inspired by this vid  ( x )

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Crowley needs attention

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― Sylvia Plath, excerpt from “Poppies in July”.

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so i caved in

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Bonus:

(after armageddon)

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i’ve had my share of sand kicked in my face but i’ve come through [x]

a post-apocalyptic hug

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I gotta say, y’all, it makes me feel connected on a spiritual level every time somebody reblogs a gifset of Aziraphale with some tag along the lines of “I didn’t expect to love him as much as I did but holy shit”  because seriously that is the biggest mood.

Like, I was expecting to love Crowley. He was my favorite character in the book, I knew David Tennant would be perfect for him (and he was, GOD he was fantastic), I was 100% solidly prepared for that.

I was not

at all

prepared

for this soft smiley motherfucking N E R D.

LOOK AT HIM.

HE’S SO PRECIOUS????

He’s so excited? About everything?? Food, books, wine, learning the gavotte, double-crossing Nazis, you name it. He’s like a literal ray of sunshine every time he’s on screen, which is partly because he’s an angel and they deliberately dress him in white, and partly because Michael Sheen cranks every single emotion up to 11 and makes sure we see every single bit of it. (And that is the best acting choice e v e r.)

Like good lord, no wonder Crowley loves him after knowing him all of 5 minutes. How could you not?!

Crowley: I’ve had this angel for less than an hour but if anything happened to him, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself. Literally everybody watching Good Omens: HARD SAME.

I just. Guys. Aziraphale. I can’t. I love him so much, and I’m so happy so many other people feel the same way.

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Earth is a libra

…and Good and Evil gotta keep each other in balance