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I wrote something and I actually like it and I don’t have anywhere else to put it so here! It’s kinda sad, so be warned.

As The World Caves In

Summary: What if the world actually ended? What if Aziraphale and Crowley spent the last moments together? What if they danced?

Crowley had always been an optimist, had always believed that things would turn out his way. When delivering the Antichrist, when raising Warlock, even after realizing they’d been looking after the wrong boy, all the way up to the end, Crowley held the firm belief that everything would be ok.

Now he couldn’t find it in him to believe that. Now it really was the end.

He and Aziraphale tried, they really did. They looked everywhere, followed every clue, every possible lead, exhausted all of their resources and came up with nothing. In about half an hour it would all be over, and there was nothing they could do about it.

Which is why they were, instead of stopping Armageddon, sitting on the sofa in the back room of the bookshop, sharing a bottle of wine. It was a very nice and expensive vintage, but the world was ending and they certainly weren’t going out drinking cheap wine.

“Twenty five minutes,” Aziraphale said solemnly, looking over at the clock on the wall.

“Don’t remind me,” Crowley replied, taking a sip of his wine.

“I’m sorry,” Aziraphale looked down at his glass, sounding hurt.

“It’s fine. Not your fault, I just… it’s not fair. I don’t want this to end,” Crowley sighed.

“I know,” Aziraphale said. “Neither do I.”

Crowley couldn’t help but recall the conversation they’d had after the antichrist had been delivered and he was trying to convince Aziraphale to help him save the world. He remembered listing the things Aziraphale would miss, and that he, by proxy, would miss too. The bookshop, music, food, all gone. Forever.

“Crowley?”

Shit. There were tears in his eyes. He should’ve left his sunglasses on.

“I’m fine,” He said. Aziraphale must not have seen the point of arguing, because he didn’t. Crowley, however, felt the need to fill in the silence. “I just- I’ll miss this. Music, the bookshop, wine, you.”

“Oh,” Aziraphale gave him a look he couldn’t decipher. “So will I.”

“Maybe we could put a record on?” Crowley suggested. Anything to take his mind off of what was about to happen.

“Of course. What about that Queen one you sent me back in the nineties?” Aziraphale said. Crowley was almost surprised at the suggestion.

“Yeah. Yeah, sounds nice.”

Aziraphale took a few minutes, there were just twenty left now, to find the record. It started to play Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy, a song that had always secretly reminded Crowley of them, and then somebody to love after that.

“We should dance,” Aziraphale said unexpectedly.

“What?” Crowley blinked, nearly dropping his wineglass.

“I- I said ‘we should dance’. I mean, may as well, what with the world ending and all, and I thought it’d-“

“Yes,” Crowley cut Aziraphale off before the angel could spiral any further. “I’d like that.”

He stood, as did Aziraphale, and they moved to the center of the room, which had suddenly become vacant of furniture.

Crowley put a hand on Aziraphale’s shoulder, Aziraphale put a hand in Crowley’s waist, and they began a simple waltz. Aziraphale had never gotten the hang of any dance that wasn’t the gavotte, but he’d read enough to know the basics of how to waltz, and Crowley had always been good enough for the both of them, so while it was awkward, they made it work.

At some point, Crowley started to softly hum along to the song, head on Aziraphale’s shoulder. 

“I’ll miss you, did I say that?” Crowley murmured after a certain song about nightingales, which had not been on the record, started.

“You did,” Aziraphale confirmed softly.

“I mean it, y’know. I’ll miss you more than anything else here,” Crowley’s voice broke, tears welling up in his eyes. It felt like a confession, a weight off his chest.

“I’ll miss you too,” Aziraphale said.

“More than your Wilde collection?” Crowley asked, half joking. Aziraphale rolled his eyes.

“Yes, more than all the books in this shop combined,” He replied, and although there was a begrudging note to his voice, it was sincere. 

A distant explosion sounded. Crowley choked on a sob. We’ll Meet Again by Vera Lynn, another song that had not been on the record started. They stopped dancing, and just held each other.

At that moment Crowley knew he had to say it. Now or never, and he needed Aziraphale to at least know.

“I love you.”

Aziraphale tensed, and Crowley’s stomach dropped, because he hadn’t quite considered the possibility that the last thing he’d ever hear his angel say would be a rejection.

Then after a moment, quietly, almost tentatively: “I love you too.”

Crowley pulled away slightly to look Aziraphale in his beautiful, sky blue eyes. “You do?”

Aziraphale nodded, breaking into a watery smile. “Of course, dear boy. Since that time in 1941.“

Another explosion sounded, this time close enough to shake the bookshop and make the windows rattle in their frames.

“It was Eden for me. God, we wasted so much time,” Crowley choked back another sob.

“Either way, I’m glad you told me,” Aziraphale said.

“Maybe- I mean, if you’d like…” Crowley took a deep breath. “Can we kiss? While we still can?”

Aziraphale responded by leaning in first, putting his lips to Crowley’s, kissing him softly and sweetly. Crowley kissed back, pulling the angel closer as tears slid down his face.

And as the world caved in around them, the angel and the demon kissed and held each other, making quiet promises of forever that they both knew they couldn’t keep.

The mysterious Golden Bullet

Or a take on Aziraphale and Crowley’s Wild West Era

And to this day…

Miranda from The Tempest and A Companion to Owls.

I remember some time ago a fan pointed out that this scene was incredibly reminiscent of “Miranda” by John William Waterhouse and added Aziraphale on the rock contrasted with the first painting (1875) However, another version of the same painting exists; featuring a red-hair Miranda, which was painted after in 1916.

The Miranda here is a character from William Shakespeare's The Tempest. She was detained on an island, together with her father, Prospero, for almost twelve years. This happened as a result of having been exiled from Milan by Prospero's power-seeking brother, Antonio.

The scene plays very blatantly with the word “exile” and Aziraphale fearing being cast into Hell (exiled from Heaven) and Crowley’s clear banishment from his position as an angel.

The picture has been painted in cold (red hair) and warm tones (blond), playing very much into the tones we get to see in A Companion to Owls. Aziraphale’s side on the rock, with the more conventional, peaceful look and Crowley’s with the rocks on the background.

A ship slices through the waves, causing a feeling of imminent loss; notice how that is exactly Aziraphale’s placement on the frame.

Unlike the paintings though, in Good Omens we get a view of both sides, of before and after the storm. The color palettes combine as both Aziraphale and Crowley are fitted into the frame.

Concluding with the wonderful shot directly mirroring their color palettes (sunnier on Aziraphale’s side; shadows on Crowley’s) again and reversing the order of the Miranda paintings (not chronologically, as we see red-hair Miranda appear later on, but in terms of placement and coloring).

It's them!!

maybe some things do last forever

Please, let him be soft.  Credit: Pencap

Bonus:

[Help me keep making more art by donating to my ko-fi]

So, I started reading this fic, ‘Old Vines’.

And I fell in love with the author‘s version of Crowley who gives a sh*t about gender representation♥️

And I’m horrible with writing comments, but I enjoy doing fanart. So thank you for your wonderful story, @sevdrag ♥️ This is for you ☺️

The story is a true bliss to read so far and i’m greatly enjoying your work! (and now I want to try californian wines lmao)