#crowley's wings

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

HAS ANYONE ELSE NOTICED THAT CROWLEY’S WINGS ARE TURNING WHITE????

Yasss it seems so! :)

[i-only-ever-asked-questions]

I always loved how in the trial scene, when walking towards the courtroom, the silhouette of the two guards looks like Crowley's massive wings 🙂

[docdust]

I, Carrion (Icarian)

Hozier

If the wind turns If I hit a squall Allow the ground to find its brutal way to me

I feel lighter than I have in so much time I've crossed the borderline of weightless One deep breath out from the sky I've reached a rarer height now That I can confirm All our weight is just a burden Offered to us by the world And though I burn How could I fall? When I am lifted by every word you say to me

If anything could fall at all It's the world that falls away from me

You have me floating like a feather on the sea While you're as heavy as the world That you hold your hands beneath Once I had wondered What was holding up the ground I can see that all along, love It was you all the way down Leave it now I am sky-bound If you need to, darling Lean your weight to me

We'll float away But if we fall, I only pray Don't fall away from me

I do not have wings, love I never will Soaring over a world you are carrying If these heights should bring my fall Let me be your own Icarian carrion

If the wind turns If I hit a squall Allow the ground to find its brutal way to me If I should fall on that day I only pray Don't fall away from me

[kuro-batz]

I'm really tired and not willing to put in the work to find it right now (and the only pictures I know I have of it are ones I took on my phone of my TV during my like second watch, so I don't want to dig for that for subpar quality pics), I've only seen one other person point it out, but I LOVE how Crowley’s wings get ruffled when he's upset. Like the wings move with their gestures and fluff out so much when they learn about the 6,000 year plan. like dude. bless you mfs, loved seeing the cute little upset wings

[dennissima]

Spread wings

When Aziraphale was absent from the bookshop for a few days, Crowley manned the fort, lazily prowling the shelves and answering the phone in case the angel called. It happened when Crowley had no intention of accompanying him, because it was usually at book fairs where Crowley was bored to death. Aziraphale bought train tickets well in advance, planned his stay away from home in great detail and invited Crowley to wait for him in the bookshop. He liked waiting for him in the bookshop. And he liked to know that he was safe in the bookshop while he was away. 

That particular time, however, something went wrong. 

Crowley arrived as always laden with his beloved plants and a case of something alcoholic to drink. He had parked the Bentley on the street so that it was visible from the bookshop's large window, had enquired about the angel's departure and return times and reassured him that everything would be perfectly under control.

'I'll wait for you here, have fun'.

Aziraphale took his bag under his arm, took one last look at Crowley seated on the sofa and walked out the door.

He walked briskly through the crowd of people, he noticed that the traffic was particularly heavy that morning and people were a little more nervous than usual. He arrived at the train station and found a situation that to call it chaotic was an understatement. To his disappointment he discovered that it was a strike day. Trains were delayed when they had not been cancelled. And his train was among those that had been cancelled. He saw Shax moving through the crowd of disgruntled people, stirring up arguments and verbal aggression. 

The air was really bad and he did not want to get involved. He distributed a few kindnesses to the people he was up against on his way out of the station and strolled towards the bookshop. He was determined to unleash his doe eyes to convince Crowley to accompany him in the Bentley. 

By now he had missed most of the morning and would arrive at the Book Fair very late. He was very annoyed, because arriving too late meant risking missing a collector's best chance. He turned the key in the keyhole of the bookshop door and his astonishment and embarrassment was great when he caught Crowley in what was probably an intimate and personal moment he had not expected to witness personally. 

The demon, in the centre of the room, at the most spacious spot in the bookcase, had unfurled its broad black wings, having momentarily obscured the window panes, of course. He had his back to the door and the tinkling of the doorbell made him turn around with a terrified look. 

If he had been frightened by the idea that a human intending to buy books had entered, while he was sure he had locked the door and posted the CLOSED sign, he had now turned burgundy with embarrassment at being caught in a moment of relaxation by Aziraphale. Who looked at him with adoring eyes. Letting his gaze run between the folds of her feathers and the sinuous pattern of their movements. 

'I can explain!' he said, quickly retracting his wings, clasping them to his body.

Aziraphale, lost at first in the unexpected vision, then quickly realised Crowley's obvious embarrassment, even though he was doing nothing wrong. Intimately he was delighted that the demon felt so comfortable within those walls that he allowed himself to assume his ancient form.

'There is nothing to explain,' Aziraphale replied, as he unfolded his, of wings.

Crowley stood looking at him open-mouthed. His astonished expression soon turned into a smile. 

'Look at you! You are so...', he interrupted himself, crossing Aziraphale's eyes pointed into his own.

'Are you in the bookshop? Shouldn't you be on your train?' Aziraphale recoiled, retracted his wings holding them close to his body.

'I arrived at the station, a terrible demon was fomenting riots, I didn't know there were strikes today. My train was cancelled. You give me...'.

'...a lift with the Bentley,' Crowley interrupted him, as with one hand he smoothed an Aziraphale wing that had caught on a shelf with some feathers.

'Let's go. But before we get out of here we'd better pull ourselves together,' he remarked, tilting his head to the right. The angel blushed, and as the wings of both disappeared from behind their backs, she picked up her bag and followed Crowley out the door. **** You can find this on AO3 too: just click on the upper image ;)

[lovegoodomens]

For the next Good Omens themed tree. 🌲

I was quite surprised to find wings in this colour and grabbed them immediately. It is easy to find gold, silver or white. But when you are looking for Crowley's wings, it is not so easy.

[fuckyeahgoodomens]

Angel Crowley: Well, if I was the one running it all, I'd like it if someone asked questions. Fresh point of view. You can't just create a universe, run it for a few thousand years, and then stop.

Angel Aziraphale: I like the pinky-blue bit in the corner of the… the nebula. Yes, it's very umm… ahhhhh! Um, but look, word to the wise, I'd hate to see you getting into any trouble.

Angel Crowley: Mm, thanks for your help. And thanks for your advice. I wouldn't worry though. How much trouble can I get into just for asking a few questions?

Here, during their first meeting Angel Crowley is sort of more naive than Angel Aziraphale who seems to sense more that questions will not be welcomed and afraid of God's reaction. 🥺

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