To The World.

#yes yes yes #our bookshop #our car #our fragile peaceful life #precious demon #precious angel

I think we're all missing the fact Crowley spent the night in the bookshop while Aziraphale was in Edinburgh. (Aziraphale leaves during the day, picks up Shax at night, and it's clearly morning when he gets Crowley's plants in his face. Also, it's a 6-7 hour drive, so even with some small miracles, that's a looong way.)

"Goodnight!" JimGabriel waves from the top of the stairs, guileless grin plastered on his stupid archangel face.

Crowley realizes the idiot is waiting for a response. Fine. "G'niiiighT."

The door clicks closed upstairs and Crowley is alone, standing in the middle of the bookshop. Aziraphale's bookshop. He can feel the Bentley is still, and wonders where his angel is right now. "Hmph, our car," he sneers, but there is a note of affection mixed with his growl.

He turns slowly, feeling Aziraphale's absence with a pang, then saunters far too casually over to the desk, almost as if he is performing for his absent angel, wondering if Aziraphale can feel the bookshop the way he feels the Bentley. He lingers there, and his hand moves as if of its own accord, touching the papers, caressing the heavy paperweight, the angel's spectacles. The clock ticks softly in the corner. The old building creaks and settles. He murmurs the words, tastes how they feel in his mouth - "Our bookshop."

A moment later Aziraphale's chair is miracled into the hallway upstairs, opposite the door to JimGabriel's room. Crowley sits, whisky tumbler in hand, watching the door. His angel is not the only one who can guard, he thinks, settling in.

"And we've spent our existence pretending that we aren't"

OUR EXISTENCE

Not the last few years, not the last century or so, their EXISTENCE.

They've been in love since the beginning 🥺

omg✨

I really love their clothes 💕

✨️❤️💙✨️

#foreshadowing (insp)

Aziraphale: Ahhh romance novels. Beautiful bad boys with their soft hearts for their heroines. Rescuing their loved ones. Always owning a cool car. Always secretive. Always powerful.

Aziraphale: *Looks at Crowley, the bad boy, with a soft heart for his heroine, always rescuing her, with his beloved Bentley, full of secrets and ready to stop the time to save Aziraphale and the World*

Aziraphale:

Crowley, clearly angry: I AM IN A BAD MOOD! So NOBODY TALK TO ME!! Aziraphale, pouting: Even me? Crowley, confused: What? No. Obviously, YOU can talk to me. Crowley, angry again: BUT NOBODY ELSE! I MEAN IT! LEAVE ME ALONE! Crowley, softly to Aziraphale: To reiterate, this does not apply to you, Angel.

It’s so funny trying to figure out Aziraphale because what I see is half of his character being righteous and good, and then another 30 percent is being a really indulgent older gay man who is nice but definitely judgmental of people he doesn’t like, and then another 15 percent is this horny soft dom who is orchestrating incredibly complicated situations to turn on his bitchy little sub, and then the other 5 percent is a frenzied uncontrollable side that comes out when he’s under extreme duress and has no problem burning everything down if he must.

From gagging from just saying the word "Heaven"

To calling out to God

(Credits to @mobius-m-mobius for the second gif btw)