Anyone Who's Ever Done Anything Creative Needs To Fucking See This.

I JUST WOKE UP TO SEE ALL OF THE LOVE THAT THIS POST IS GETTING AND THANK YOU GUYS SO MUCH <3 <3

this oneshot was originally going to be apart of a writing challenge that i was going to do as a lead up to valentines day with the ineffable husbands, though writers block came and hit me HARD and i lost a lot of motivation. but now, i think im gonna finish it!

of course, none of this wouldve been created without the amazing @hg-aneh (sorry for @ ing you twice) being an amazing artist!!!! all of the love goes to him 🖤🤍🩶

we'll meet again

summary:

based on an amazing comic by @hg-aneh!!!

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wordcount: 642

fandom(s): good omens - terry pratchett

ship(s): aziraphale/crowley

oneshot

summary:

“WHY ARE YOU HERE, AZIRAPHALE?!”

A pair of pitch black wings shot out from behind the former angel.

And Crowley shattered.

Crowley's eyes shot open as soon as he heard the telltale ding! of the bell, signaling someone had entered the bookshop.

He never had customers, the door always remaining locked with the sign flipped to ‘Very Closed’. Muriel had long since left to attend some “heavenly duties”, and the only people who ever checked up on him were Nina and Maggie, though he hardly ever talked when they made their occasional visits. Crowley had been laying his head on his an- Aziraphales desk for who knows how long. Maybe weeks, maybe months. He’d lost count of the days after Nina's last visit, sometime in the early spring. A look outside would reveal that the tree's leaves had begun turning brown and falling.

He looked up, a quiet “oh” leaving his mouth as he realized who was standing before him.

Aziraphale had looked worse than ever. His once pure white outfit issued by Heaven now had been stained with black sulfur, turning into a light gray. The cream colored bowtie he'd been made to wear was loosely hanging around his neck, just barely hanging on. His light tan trousers had turned into a dark brown, the fabric frayed at the edges. It looked like he’d gone through hell and back.

“Oh!” A spark of anger went through the demon, lighting a fire that had long since gone dark, a few weeks after Aziraphale had left. “Well, look who bothered to show up!” Crowley stood, gesturing around with his hands. “The supreme ASSHAT of Heaven!” Crowley moved closer to Aziraphale. “Dirtying his clean little shoes to come and laugh at the pitiful sad demon!” Crowley jerked a thumb at himself, before turning around.

“Oh, poor Crowley! He must be feeling so pathetic all alone!” He used a mocking tone, and turned back around to face Aziraphale, not having taken notice that the angel's eyes were dark and empty. Aziraphale had shown no emotion at all throughout this entire encounter. “Well, the jokes on you.” He stared down at Aziraphale, who merely looked up at him emptily. “I’m better than ever on my own. Just me. A team of myself.” Tears had begun to sting at the corners of Crowley's eyes. He could feel every part of his fragile and bitter heart breaking.

“I DON’T NEED YOU!” He shouted, a scowl replacing his once smug features.

“So, tell me angel.” Tears had begun falling down his cheeks, but Crowley didn’t care. “Why did you come back?!” He raised his voice.

“WHY ARE YOU HERE, AZIRAPHALE?!”

Then a pair of pitch black wings shot out from behind Aziraphale.

And Crowley shattered.

“You-” He breathed, a sense of dread overtaking him. He took a step closer to Aziraphale, and then another one, his rage forgotten. It was then that he noticed that Aziraphale had a blank expression on his face, like he was simply looking through Crowley.

“You…you IDIOT!” Crowley grabbed Aziraphale by his dirty, sooty lapels. “Why, angel? Why did you go back?! Why did you leave?!” Crowley slowly sank down to the ground, the dam breaking, tears falling down his cheeks as a thousand questions of why remained on his tongue, though he knew none of them would be answered. At least, not while his angel was in this state. He just clutched onto his angel, repeating why over and over again.

Crowley didn’t know how long he’d remained like that, but eventually his angel ended up on the floor in front of him. His cries had long since faded into ragged breaths and sniffles. Aziraphale made no move to reach out, to touch Crowley, to hold him, in any way. He simply just sat there on his knees. Then he reached out a hand, cupping Crowley's cheek. And despite himself, Crowley leaned into the touch, as Aziraphale muttered two simple words.

“I’m sorry.”

probs gonna remove the ship cause i can't see myself really writing it anymore, might write some one shots though

feeling a bit silly today, might rewrite some old chapters of my fic cause im looking back at them and just feeling like

eugh, yk?

the most depressing part is that it's not even kamala's stance on genocide that is costing her the elections. i wish it were. it's people genuinely shifting for trump. but it's the pro-palestine movement that's going to get the blame for it.

jesus- stay safe everyone!!!

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nobody is bulletproof! "i work out, i eat clean!" jesus, pass the dramamine. time to face the brutal truth! cause we're all on a hit list, might not live till christmas, choke to death on triscuts! (hey, that's just statistics)

so take a little break here, kinda like a wake here, the scenery is fake here, BUT THERES A GIANT SNAKE HERE!

HEY FOLKS, BEGGIN YOUR PARDON SCUSE ME SORRY TO BARGE IN. NOW LETS SKIP THE TEARS AND START ON THE WHOLE, YKNOW, BEING DEAD THING

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My titties are tenderized

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“oh yes, i am very reasonable and normal about this subject!!”

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